Two brothers, Darren and Steve
Living fifty five years, with a loving
Dad and Mum, at their home which
Seems more than just a building to
Them, Dad and Mum have both passed
On, rules state the building can only be
Given into the same familiy once.' Which
Happened when their Dad died first I would reason as two become one.' The
Same name.' How could it be.? The landlord havebury is seeking to evict them
Steve however has special needs.' Darren
Thinks it will destroy him' As you know I am trying to help the Mitchell familiy near
Southhampton England on my blog, of
Which i have only one.' But seeing these
Brothers and i can only think a hard hearted descision by a judge at law to allow them to be removed, i ask for a change of decsision by Havebury in this
Case..Have a heart Havebury, let them be.'
Initiated by his 1848 discovery
the California Gold Rush peaked in '49
at John A. Sutter's Mill
where finding flecks of 96% pure 23 carat fine
in the American River muck
Marshall exclaimed, 'I have found it, it's mine!'
for altho' a carpenter from New Jersey in Coloma
on 24th January he was in luck
and overcome at the site of his find
in total amazement he was orestruck
1946 United States authorities
chose to exercise freedom of choice
and forcibly relocated 167 Marshall islanders
King Juda he agreed as their voice
from Bikini Atoll east to Rongerik
a small island which adequate resources lacked
with the promise they would return
so much for the U.S. Right of Freedom Act
and with little regard to radiation or fallout
the beautiful coral lagoon's sad fate
was a nuclear weapon testing site
twenty-three tests in all 'til 1958
but scientists miscalculated
a dry-fuel thermonuclear bomb they blew
The machinery of life is too much
The tests, the numbers, the x-rays
You are the clown cat, Marshall, always making me smile
Your white fur, your polydactyl hands that hold mine
I hold you now, I let you go, I love you
I breathe in your last breath with you.
A while ago I read
an article
about the people of the Marshall Islands,
about their language,
their history,
their fragile,
disappearing
home.
I learned about
a word they have,
so versatile,
so complex.
“Iakwe” means
hello,
goodbye,
I love you.
But the most important meaning
(to me at least):
You are a rainbow.
And,
like the rainbow people
in the Marshall Islands,
you are beautiful;
you are worth waiting for
and worth searching for
(so let no one tell you differently).
You have powers inside you
that maybe you can’t see yet
because your light
and your prism
haven’t met.
You have the power
to even brighten someone’s day.
So maybe you might not appear
until after the rain;
no big deal!
You are no less beautiful.
Iawke.
Hello.
Goodbye.
I love you.
You are a rainbow.
People are silent in the shadow of a man,
Terrified like an old gran,
Hiding like a sardine in a can,
While eating with a bun.
I notice that venting is now a crime,
Even their gut is empty from time to time,
Still dreading to ventilate the begrime,
Who will expound in every distant tongue?
They complain yet no one enunciates,
Their marshall is a waste,
Spreading hate just to sate,
Disappointed in their fate.
Tom Marshall 'ELEMENTS'
water . fire . earth . metal . wood
_|/ \|/ _|_ / \ _|_
/|\ /\ _|_ _|_ / \
_|_ \|/ |
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An Impartial Marshall Harsh Will Be
Moved through mountains and found a marshal;
Were immediate indications of being impartial;
A man of the law,
Worst we ever saw,
And we heard sometimes him being harsh will.
Jim Horn
Impartial Marshall
When I was pulled over by a marshal
Had wanted him to be impartial
Never favorites ever playing
Always kind words saying
Before he steeped on my metatarsal.
Jim Horn
My hand
Wet with tears pouring down my face
Reaches out and finds nothing
Empty spaces where familiar voices
Once comforted me
My only hope
Is sleep, where dreams, in sketchy
Re-wind, promise a glimpse of lost
Loved ones, maybe a voice, if fleeting
Even, to soothe me
Those still with me
Look to me for strength, my motor
Memory urging me on, focusing
On the well, deep in my heart,
Cycle renews
Another beloved soul passes
Light they find
But darkness they leave behind
Grief
Hungry monster
Selfishly consumes my life
Devours all glimmers of hope
Leaving me
Destitute on a perilous plane
Mere existence
Not life as it once was
Sanity
Confronting memories, loneliness
Trek on an unbalanced bridge
Connecting life and death
Emotions purged
Shadows of yesterday surround me
Wisdom of loved ones
Permeates my thoughts
Filled
With clear vision, handed down to me
From my ancestors
*Co-written with James Marshall Goff and posted April 11, 2014.
Jimmy, do you still drive the big truck
Across the ice laden roads
And swear magnificently at lady luck
When she breaks down with your loads
Of good-natured joy and faith
O you are such a child of insatiable desire
This strong defiance that mingles
With forest creatures like soul akin
This friendly poet of passion that spin
Sweet tales of his familiar places
The honor is mine to love such a friend
Roaming woods and yet to me unmet
Where every wilderness for you a garden
Of undiscovered righteousness
I love the barren, bleak landscapes
That figure your rage
Against the fuel of our discontent
Slavemasters and rip-off wage
I love the beauty of your constraint
How you paint that into words
How you chain that with your words
And then to gloat in childish wonder
At falling snowflakes and flying birds.
you're my solid rock
*i'll always be writing lines
real deal man of steel
my dream lover true
*i'll always be singing rhymes
about love ov e
above few lines robbed
from youth never forgotten
just as hot today
‘James ‘Jimbo’ Marshall Goff ’
There Was A Gentle Man, Known As Jimbo
Who Had An Exceptional-Voiced, Poet-Lingo
That When He Spoke To The Trees
They All Dropped Their Leaves
At The Autumn Song of His Classical-Soul-O
For Jimbo ... Because of His Depth of Soul
Tenderness For Nature
Strong Convictions, Multi-Faceted Triumphs
and an All Around Good Guy
Your Poet-Friend, MoonBee
What am i doing
I'm a squirrel in the cold
I should have listened to my mam
And done what i was told
But not me you see
I wanted to go into town
To look for nuts and goodies
Until a strong wind blew me down
I fell into a corner
All white with glistening snow
I hurt myself when i fell
I'm now so full of woe
My little eye's were closing
As the cold was making me shiver
Although i have a furry coat
I was starting to shake and quiver
I sensed a shadow approaching
A hand came down to me
He lifted me from the snow
A saviour he will be
He held me in a glove
The warmth came back to me
If he had not looked in the corner
What would they have found of thee
It's now well into spring
My savior's nursed me back
If i was as big as them
I would pat them on the back
If they could see me now
As i dance and run in the tree's
Where the city is just a memory
I'm so happy, alive and free
I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James
and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup.php
Southern Airways Flight 932
November 14, the night they flew
McDonnell Douglas DC-9
Like all flights, they should be fine
On the return home
They clipped some tree's
The final run
From Greenville,NC
37 players
In all, 75
From this tragedy
None survived
This Thundering Herd
Taken in their prime
Coaches and others
Before their time
But We Are Marshall
Would rise again
To take away
This terrible pain
From a point of closure
They reunite
To carry the lost
In their football right
Jack Lengyel
Appointed coach
With Red Dawson
Through Dedmans approach
Young Thundering Herd
First game lost
29 - 6
Experience cost
First post win
Against Xavier
15 - 13
Calms despair
In 1974
Jack Lengyel leaves
But, We Are Marshall
We quietly grieve
" Dedicated to the Thundering Herd Football Team from Marshall University-West Virginia
and Mr Arthur D. Schwarz, a fervent football fan "
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