Gnarly Marly smelled like barley
Stinking up her old man’s Harley
He was a tough guy who did not mind
Secretly a marshmallow, always immensely kind
They rode their hog in all kinds of weather
Marly perched on the back like a cardinal feather
Her man Chuckie was a rare and odd find
With a Harley that was always waxed and shined
Marley lion had a completely laid-back attitude
Nothing like the other big cat’s overconfident cattitude
Without making a big deal, he smoked his marijuana with no fuss
I wish I was more like him, I said to my cousins Jimmy and Russ
Nothing makes Marley angry; he is as mellow as they get.
I have never seen him lose his temper or have any kind of fit.
Last time I saw him he was relaxing against a willing willow tree.
I say “he is amazing in his meditative state” every time you ask me.
My dog is as laid back as Bob Marley.
I smiled at the thought.
He dresses like him too, the old hippie said.
I had to meet him now!
He is a giver, the old timer admitted.
And a singer – a howler, but on key.
I had no comment.
Not understanding this but wanting to.
His wife ushered me in.
He’s crazy about that dog, she told me.
The dog was dressed in his Bob Marley costume.
I got a photo with him, for I could not resist.
We went to pick him up,
Travelled North in total ignorance,
Excited but full of nerves.
The car was packed with all the gear,
A metal crate, blankets, towels,
And three excited children full of glee.
And then there he was, a ball of fluff,
A most beautiful dog
Wearing a pink collar with brown eyes.
No words were needed,
It was love at first sight.
Cash was given, papers signed.
The deal was done, he was ours.
Back we drove, hugging, cuddling,
We took him home and looked at him for hours.
Ignorance was bliss.
We hadn't a clue what lay ahead.
But we were happy and the children went to bed
Dreaming of Marley and all the fun that lay ahead.
Marley, Marley, Marley
I miss you more every day
I miss your snuggles
I miss your cuddles
I miss your unconditional love
Marley, Marley, Marley,
I had no idea I would fall in love with you the way I did.
You wormed your way into my heart and into my life.
My soul will never be the same.
I miss everything about you being here.
I am sad that you are gone.
Whose dog is it? Someone queried.
The rest of the neighbors laughed.
Look at his colorful tam
Look at his dreads
It is Marley’s dog
Or an impersonator, someone suggested
Oh, don’t flatter me with presents from the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Tis the season for nostalgia, but those feelings never last.
It’s a gift-wrapped empty promise not worth tuppence on the street,
Or a ticket to the opera when you’ve nothing left to eat.
Oh, don’t weary me with visions from the Ghost of Christmas Gone.
It’s a fairy tale for paupers who’ll be just as poor come dawn.
I’ve no sympathy for indolence, nor ignorance and want.
If you’re looking for compassion, find another bank to haunt.
Oh, don’t bother me with worries from the Ghost of Christmas Done.
Send those children of the gutter to the workhouse, every one!
Put their noses to the grindstone in a more productive game;
Earning porridge making bootstraps for the barefoot and the lame.
Oh, don’t humbug me with pleadings from the Ghost of Christmas Lost.
Sir, the figures on my balance sheet won’t justify the cost.
So, our business is concluded and I’m free to wash my hands.
Tell the Sisters of St. Alban’s, the eviction notice stands!
I am heavily under pressure , meditating heavily , my eyes keep closing! It's that Asian persuasion.
I have a daughter on the way and a son still on the way , l am a father not a man . I am the hero l never had.
When she feels cold , l am her heater and she knows it , that's why she held my hand when l told her l do. Like a shadow she will always be in my corner even in darkness she will still reflect and that's a partner worthy of the time and attention my Empress.
Nest so big , l got eggs falling out the whole village well fed.
Car real fast you would swear it was Michael's . Two more in the garage just in case l crash and burn. Speed kills.
Same dude who screwed up and still made it! May day my own private jet got to slow down when elevated . I am the elevation , everyday a celebration and elimination to the fementation of the ventilation , hate all you want this was meant to be!
Mowgli wanted all of the animals to get together and be friends.
He enlisted the help of Bagheera, who said they would have to make amends.
Baloo was ready, for he has the easy, generous heart of a happy bear.
Now how to get all of the animals to agree and get there?
Let’s play some Bob Marley, Bagheera suggested. A terrific idea!
With that kind of music, they could even get the pygmy hog Leah.
Kaa was one of the first to arrive, and began to dance off his pants.
Watch it! a tweedle bug said. You are stepping on African plants!
There was some discussion now about whether Shere Khan could come.
Come on! Mowgli urged! That sour sarcastic striped guy needs some fun!
So they sent out the invite, and out of the forest he came with a roar.
Pretty soon he was dancing his stripes off, without any tasting or gore.
Bob Marley’s reggae chilled the entire jungle out that day and the next.
We all discussed it, tasting Haki juice which made some of us vext.
Was Shere Khan really here? I asked a pygmy hog nearby.
Who cares? He grunted, running off with the last pumpkin pie.
Given board and room.
A face, teeth, soccer ball feet and an almost perfect face. Funny when he shaves, He craves, begs, checks and says.... "Ndakamuka."
I wanna rule my destiny, like Buju
Be free to connect with nature
Maybe learn a little Voodoo
Uplift my spirituality
Am I in a horrible dream
Or is this bondage my reality
In a parallel universe
Compelled to move forward
But Earth appears to be going in reverse
Am I wrong to feel obsolete
Could I pull off a Hatshepsut reign
Bob Mar, I don’t want to wait in vain
All apologies sang Kurt Cobain
My mental will not allow defeat
My head up I must keep
A being of divine light I am
Enlightened like a goat of the
Mountains of Mizoram
Awaiting an apocalypse
Enamored by the lunar eclipse
Absorbing energy from the sun
I drink from the fountain with sealed lips
Ruling my destiny right at my fingertips
They say the Mayans had spaceships
The frozen soil crumbled,
falling into my eyes and horrified mouth,
as I gripped the sodden roots on the rim of the pit,
my strength waning, (and my will).
At the bottom of the hole, a wooden casket,
yawning like the jaws of Death itself,
lid open and shaking like a splintered tongue,
the glow of Hell's embers below it ...
flames licking its sides and reaching up to the soles of my feet,
but not with heat, rather, an intolerable coldness
that made my marrow ache for an end.
As my grasp weakened,
and the roots of the twisted old tree slipped thru my hands,
I looked up at the stars, winking like candles,
and said a prayer for my soul,
the crooked, bony finger of the Reaper
wagging with reproach,
his coal black eyes sparkling and lifeless,
as the sky drew away ...
and I fell ... to my wretched doom.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest Number 535 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
You were the heart of us,
Throat of musicians,
King of reggae,
A mad singer,
Created hearts on guitar,
Breathed love on each note,
Cannabis on your lips,
Fragrance's to music,
Weed stain on your lips,
Symbol of ecstasy,
Long curly hairs,
Frills your notes.
you were the 'one love',
Notes were flesh and, meat for us,
To chew and swallow.
you never died,
Dipped yourself ,cell by cell,
In celestial music,
For angels to dance .
Scrooge encountered the ghost of Jake Marley,
While slurping his bowl of blah barley.
From thence, as we know the plot thickens,
As from past sins Scrooge fled like the 'dickens'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSGT, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Not for the contest - just for fun.
A glimpse into your eyes
I see a reflection of myself
Innocence starring back I can't help but kiss
As one tear falls
My beautiful beauty
Soft & sweet
My heart is overwhelmed & heavy
Love is blooming, oozing from every pore
No words
Just purely humbled & blessed
I could be given such a precious gift.
? my girl xx
While I was prepearing diner last night, my daughter came up to me & asked if I would like some help, as I looked at her tears welled up as I saw a reflection of myself in her amazing beautiful eyes, this poem was the result of how I felt.
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