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We bought a cow at the state fair
and loaded her on the truck
to take her home, but halfway there
we had a stroke of good luck.
We hit a rock, and from the crash
she bounced away down the hill,
she mooed and made an awful splash
in the stream beside the mill.
The water was still awful cold,
the cow already freezing…
resisting as we roped and pulled
her breathing turned to sneezing.
My father said this won’t end well,
he couldn’t have been more wrong.
He thought the cow, we ought to sell
but changed his mind before long.
We took her home, our shook up cow,
unloaded her in the barn.
We thought we’d let her sleep for now
then see to her in the morn’.
The next day, just around sunrise,
the cow already awake.
I milked, and to my great surprise,
I got a frozen milkshake!
05/02/15
For my fifty-sixth birthday I was expecting a large check.
He had indicated that he was giving me something extra delightful.
It is coming the day before your birthday.
Hooray! A day early! I could hardly sleep.
I was excited!
It came in a Lowe’s truck.
A large Lowe’s truck.
Refrigerator?
Big screen TV?
New kitchen cupboards?
No.
No.
No.
I knew it was not jewelry now,
but probably something expensive.
After they unloaded it complete with red wagon
I was consternated, confused, cantankerous, and caustic.
You got me a riding lawnmower for my birthday?
Since it was a gift to me, I could do anything I wanted with it.
Right?
I called up the caretaker at the church and donated it to them.
He was exceeding pleased.
Came to pick it up within twelve hours.
I told my husband to never buy me a riding lawn mower again.
Not that I had to.
Diode Side pumped under water laser show!
Off loaded. They stood by the ferry: watching
and waiting. The ferry was a tempory ordeal: they were
constructing
a tunnel. And since this much attention all funded
by S.S.W.Inc (secret Space WorldInc) allo
audeince a laser show showed promise for excitment.
Man we unloaded equipment into the night. I was angry I had
a date with Bla;Bla Controversy( I had to postpone it
I knew that getting out of her line made me
lesser and more unlikely to be a permanate fixure in her life.
people always speak bad about loose and mean women, one thing
they never tell people is often they open the doors up conversation
and having something to talk about ften was the perfect script
for romance. Engaging and meaningful conversations often had
different defintions to all involved. Finding someone who read from your book of understanding
often gave way to getting it easier. man begging a woman is fun: but you don't know the stresses it causes
until what you are trying to have or gain is either yours against ownership: or lossed
due to someone wishing to stay in control of your emotions. I doubt if being puppet to someone who's been teased and ridiculed would be nice her revenge to the world
that wronged her could mean trouble. Understanding Calmed shores makes vacation more exciting! Them Bikinis aint drawels!
A Horse and ale
The brewery had many horses to carry crates of beer
around to small shops, each horse and its driver was assigned a route
The horse I liked was shiny black and had been used for
funerals before
over the years, they got a bit broad hipped and stomach-heavy.
The horse knew the route and stopped outside the grocer`s and waited while
the driver unloaded crates of beer.
The horse sometimes had an ******** thinking of a favorite mare bit
strange animals only know one way and askew foreplay
The driver usually had a bottle of beer at each shop, and when
the round was done, he was in a merry mood and sometimes fell asleep. But the horse knew the way.
After unharnessing the beast, he brushed its coat, checked the hooves
for the horse, the highlight of the day, and gave it a big slice of bread.
So long ago, there had been a devastating war
Jews immigrated to Palestine
and got a piece of land they called Israel; we believed what the papers said
the persecuted people deserved a homeland, but we did not realize that it was.
A historic injustice had befallen the Palestine people and echo that will not
stop before the real Semites get their land back.
Gone fishing.
We decided to go fishing,
Granddad Dad and I .
We booked a Bed and Breakfast
up in the Isle of Skye.
We set off Friday morning
with lots of fishing gear,
and Granddad even managed
to sneak aboard some beers.
Up the road we went,
arriving late at night,
and in the early morning
my goodness what a sight.
The mountains stood so purple
and on the Loch a haar.
We were quickly down for breakfast
and then back to the car.
We drove down to the Loch
and hired a lovely boat.
The weather was quite nippy
so we buttoned up our coats.
We settled down to fish.
It was a brilliant day,
and Granddad told me stories
of the ones that got away.
We rowed back to the quay
and unloaded all our fish.
The day was quite successful,
even more than we could wish.
I tied the boat up tight
and walked back to the car.
When someone drew attention,
by shouting from a far.
A man was standing pointing,
back towards the quay,
and there we saw the boat
floating out to sea!
Grandad looked at Father,
then Father looked at me.
"I thought it was secure,
how can this possibly be".
"When it comes to tying rope,
the skills i have not got,
you thought i was a Sailor,
I am a frayed knot"!
Storm
The waves in the storm raged Pacific Ocean waves became
deep ravines and tall mountains; in the binoculars, I saw
an American hangar ship, its massive deck was glistering iron
swept of all human activities, this was not a day for wars
The bulk vessel was returning from Japan, where a cargo of
scrap iron had been unloaded, so she was not so heavy in
the water; a good thing when she ploughed deep down
a watery valley, and the sea high above the ship, came
crashing down, but up she came quivering like a wet dog
As she climbed the tall blue mountain; at the crescent
I saw the horizon before she dived into another ravine.
The captain sat strapped in a high chair, keeping an eye
on the gigantic waves, the ship had to face the cyclone
straight on and not were starboard or portside, it that
happened, it would spell disaster, a broadside wave
would tip her over and there, no one would alive to tell
a story in a bar, I made a thermos of coffee and meat
sandwiches for him
Walking up three flights of stairs was not easy, like falling
and falling down at the time and not having anything
to focus on, made me nauseous and nervous.
The captain sat in his chair, smoking cigarettes and looking
at the sea; is it not overwhelming, he said. Yes, it was
nature in its fury that made us feel humble.
Walking down backwards, couldn’t risk falling and diving
into a wall.
Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns
The neighbors moved away.
They said nothing to anyone,
they just left.
New people took the home.
There was a big truck.
It was full of boxes,
and a TV.
It was jam-packed with animals...
and cages and crates,
and statutes of...
Greek women holding water vases,
Greek men with harps.
The truck itself was all blue.
Funny, even the tires.
Odd.
I watched as they unloaded other things;
a giant clock that rang...
from the time they took it from the vehicle,
until it went... inside... (hushed tones).
There was a deep freezer,
the size you could fit six grown men...in.
One on top of another...
a side; by side by side by side, by side, by side.
There was a trunk with a hunchback,
and then a hunchback with a trunk.
What can I say... they were a pair,
I had to stare.
Unfair, I looked away.
Then the mom, and the dad...
came rolling up the drive.
They were in a giant bread truck;
made of cowhide?
A dozen kids on the back,
and even a few on a rack?
A lively crew of gypsies.
Carnies, forced to retire;
from long days,
now gone.
The circus, the show,
the festival of colors;
no more...
Come to a new place,
to put on a new face,
to leave no trace,
of all that was left behind.
Yet how do you start a fresh life,
from a comfortable place you always lived,
upside down, right side up,
cheers all around,
and elephants that danced,
giraffes that sang,
and popcorn was the main course;
at dinner.
Now everyday life,
full of strife,
trying to make things right,
somewhere in the world.
The clowns still make some laugh,
at every funny gaff,
even if...
it is not in a big shoe,
or under a giant tent.
Be happy.
It is a choice.
For last fifty years.
Sad pillows still surround me
Moans are dragging me.
For last fifty years.
Heart is unable to see
the dark span thrilled me
For last fifty years.
I run around the time's dust
and the whirlwind falls.
For last fifty years.
I'm looking for My Nineties
Calm and loving beam.
For last fifty years.
Want to remain unloaded.
No one crossed but me.
For last fifty years.
doom angels did not appear
for life-changing hug.
For last fifty years.
Some subterfuge was muttered.
Step aimed for repent
For last fifty years.
hunt for a watering pot
Rain for Aaron's rod
For last fifty years.
And I'm relying on you
sky's tears have fallen.
For last fifty years.
The eyes decipher birth signs
on heat and pain shores.
For last fifty years.
sins tighten the grip of grief
hope and goodness fade
For last fifty years.
The metal scream may be heard.
metal beat yields steel.
Written: August 6, 2021
A Brian Strand 1,2 or 3 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A VW Beetle
An unloaded thirty eight
In the passenger seat
And out through the gate
A briefcase of secrets
Chained to the wrist
Memorized instructions
From an unwritten list.
In the event of an ambush
Just pop five rounds in:
The only trouble was
They were sealed in a tin.
We weren't even sure
The rounds were live anymore
The tin was dated
Nineteen Fourty Four
These were the days
Before mobile phone
Just the courier and driver
Out on their own.
I suppose in a way
It was a bit of fun
Time out of the office
When you did the Courier Run
It never happened of course.
And we delivered to the Yanks
Who took our case
Without any thanks.
They treated us
With such disrespect
You’d think they’d decided
They’d be fighting us next.”
Briefcase of new secrets
Chained to the wrist,
Memorised directions
From that unwritten list.
A VW Beetle,
Unloaded Thirty eight
In the passenger seat
And back out of the gate.
--The Howling Wind and a Camel’s Hump--
Considering that all life’s matters are not special of but ordinary things,
surviving is just another perspective on life. I unloaded the weight of life nonchalantly, on the roadside.
The load I carried with wobbling legs, as if it’s my destiny,
without grumbling; though it’s back-breaking because life
is a desert, the load looks unattractive and burdensome like
a hump of a camel, it was the vital element to sustain my life.
In the desert,
when a camel crosses leaving trails in the sand hills
you hear the unpleasant, even fearful, sigh of a vindictive
spirit pulling their heads out of the sand; and a deep sigh echoes
in the very end, of a bottomless cave and returns with a dreadful howl
the air is incapable of handling the scorching sun it rises and turns into
a turbulent wind become insane
the passing wind, really is not moving,
a giant goes with wide stride leaving the sound of
his vigorous heart beat. Though he is, in fact, not a living body
when the full harsh sound of brutally tortured spirits
pile up from the underworld layer after layers of groans
the camel lays down its yolk and kneels to pray, with the setting sun,
the stars fall on the sands to soothe the wandering-moaning spirits
in the desert,
when the sand cools off, rather than a burden of life,
it becomes a wall of oblivion and puts every soul in it, to sleep;
in such desert,
when absolute tranquility casts her anchor,
even hearts stop to beat; the dream of the camel flees from
the world of suffering and goes drifting on the water, free from
all thoughts and ideas.