I no longer use my head, and have a lengthening face.
I barely belong to the human race.
I don't think it's normal or a matter of course,
that in the fullness of time, I should become a horse.
Yet, if it's come to this, on this strange day,
don't sit there. Saddle me up and feed me hay.
Well I did some today.' I know this cause
In older by a day.? Hmm..Now i missed
Breakfast.' So can't say whether it would
Have been (good or bad?) Yet i have an
Empty feeling, maybe could that be a plus.? If so
I should be glad.' I think I might be thinner.?
Yet not (waisting away) so that seems I've achived
Quite the two opposltes..I'm now inclined to say, If i could go way back further.? Or foreward?? I could
Always check the winners..So some advice
To you Tom Woody..Be aware there could be sinners.' Who won't give out the information yet have had more than three
Dinners.' You won't tell by their bellys, or any other sign.' I know it would be helpfull in the cause of saving money ' if thats why
You put this contest up, I could think that its funny? A way to get the info on how to cheat in time.' And forget the science plod
As a matter of course, if you ask my horse?
He'll guess its par for the course.' Just make sure the burgers arn't part-sourced in any equine history.'
From a leg that was once hind.'
The Dalai Lama, who has earned
great respect and admiration,
has said that, after his death,
he will achieve reincarnation.
The school of Mahayana,
a Buddhist doctrine,
teaches social concern
and universal salvation,
a revered belief system
in his Tibetan nation.
The government of China,
with its history of prevarication,
insists that only it can decide
on the Dalai Lama's next manifestation,
showing complete disrespect
for Buddhist faith and tradition.
This atheistic tendency
shows no understanding
of trancendency,
and I hope his successor
will continue the struggle
against the oppressor.
Whatever you do or do not believe,
religion is a powerful force,
and the true Dalai Lama's credibility
will always be a matter of course.
Of course I do
You know it's true
I'm trying hard
To not tell you
Every time
In every rhyme
The effort's been
An uphill climb
I like to write
Most every night
Sometimes until
Dawns first light
My thoughts abloom
To edit, groom
Until they're ready
To consume
Small bouquets
Of poem sprays
Scented words
To start your days
I hope you find
A different kind
Of poem here
I love your mind
God created the earth
everything has a logic
A gorgeous place, but
affected by blameworthy choice
Lend us clean air
its touch so light
Breathe... the lungs satisfied
a gift so dear
Life-giving water stream
You fill your glass
a matter of course
Several different water qualities
The red fire blazes
is it for love
or is it hate ?
Eyes with tender tears
Hidden Face Man of Des Moines was carrying his steed to Derby Town.
It’s the oddest sight, agreed a jokester, a monkey, a duck and a clown.
Onlookers wanted to take a peek, for it is not a matter of course
When you see a man in a turban carrying a brown upside down horse.
Have you heard all the science chatter
That the future is not made of matter
I don’t mean to detract
But as a matter of fact
That all they found is ‘doesn’t matter’
It’s a matter of life and death they said
But the crux of the matter, it’s all in their head
Coz the matter at hand
‘Doesn’t matter’ can’t stand
If its nothingness, then they’d all be dead
But as a matter of course they’ll leave truth behind
Due to the future that they think they’ll find
But when their theory splatters
They’ll ask ‘what’s the matter’
Which they’ll realize in a matter of time
I was told that it’s no laughing matter
And ‘doesn’t matter’, is not antimatter
Truth can’t be sacrificed
No matter how it’s sliced
Coz mind over matter is all that matters
I’m a Clydesdale no more,
or that’s what my scale said.
Now I’m not saying I’m
a thoroughbred instead,
but I’ll be right back there,
as a matter of course,
if I resume old ways,
when I ate like a horse.
ESSENCE DISTILLED
someone mentioned
as a matter of course
hitherto
an undiscovered &
instantly disclosed
then duly
prepared
yet
previously ignored
ingeniously
remaining
faithful
with good reason
distinguishing confidence
in contemporary
interpretations
previously concealed
thoughts &explanations
this deception
of a struggle
or challenge
to the reportoire
a
presence& veracity
significant
yet innocent
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
'Tis fascinating to read epitaphs that upon stones are etched;
Some are rather appealing, some are tragic, others a bit far-fetched!
'Neath this stone lie at peace a husband and his wife
She a Republican-He a Democrat-both now free of strife
Here rests Bruno Snipes the founder of our fair city
He slipped on a banana peel and died-Oh what a pity
Lion trainer Dave was brave and famed
'Til he met Leo who refused to be tamed
Uncle Bob died so young and we wondered why
Seems he tried to drink Canada Dry
The plane's controls Pilot Horace failed to recoup
Alas he spun out doing a double outside loop
Cowpoke Hank should've known as a matter of course
That it was futile to borrow a judge's horse
Here sleeps Senator Claghorn the wiliest politico around
He was so crooked they screwed him in the ground
Here lies the prolific Chief Many Papoose
Who with brave's wives played fancy and loose
She met her doom as over the cliff she did traverse
Instead of shifting to drive she shifted to reverse
Cowboy Pete was so bow-legged from riding his horse
That he lies in a double-wide coffin as a matter of course
I strolled through the local cemetery the other day
And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way:
Cletus O'Toole lies herein
Too much boozing done him in!
Here lies a gambler molding in his crypt
Odds are he was shot by a chump he had gyped!
His spouse spotted him leaving a house of ill repute
In short order she done him in during a heated dispute!
Clyde raced down the mountain and failed to swerve
Meeting his doom on an S-shaped curve!
His plea to the judge was ruled to be moot
He was sentenced to hang for fencing some loot!
Buckaroo Bob was throwed from his horse
And was buried with his boots on as a matter of course!
The town ruffian was our late friend Keith
He met his match and was interred sans his teeth!
Pilot Pete's final radio message was, "Oh! Shoot!"
Seems he forgot to don his parachute!
Farrier Fred was a premier cobbler as a general rule
Alas, he was kicked in the head by an unruly mule!
Butcher Bruce was expert at wielding his knife
But in a fatal spat he was out-wielded by his wife!
POTD 24 June 2021
Dizzy from wet words the poet found rain
Went out to shower with thunderous rhyme
Bathed away cobwebs and sorrowful pain
Penny for thoughts and he offered a dime
A dizain washes away speechless grime
Droplets from heaven reach out for true love
Clouds gather mist with a pen from above
Hailed be the mellow spring's fountain ink's source
When earthworms dance with a spitting peace dove
They spill wisdom as a matter of course
05th April 2020
Death doesn't barter, it bares no remorse.
Death doesn't falter it's matter of course.
It bares no false whiteness, makes no mistakes
It never brings back whatever it takes.
It gives no warning of it's arrival
Death has no match, It hasn't a rival.
Death isn't gracious, courageous, or kind
Death isn't pleasing, it's rebuked and maligned.
Death has no lover, no friend of it's own
Except what it favors, mans flesh and bone.
Deaths seldom wanted, except by the few
who open their arms, and bid life adieu.
Death can't give back, it keeps all it's winnings
Is it the end, or just the beginning?
Abortion
A pregnant woman can do as she likes, yes, I too believe
In a woman`s right; but a pregnant woman has the responsibility
of a new life growing inside her and it is paramount that
the beginning of life has the right to be born.
It is often single, uneducated women who get into the predicament
instead of making her into a killer, we should help to give her
economic help so she and her child can live with dignity.
Women who are busy breaking the glass ceiling when finding
themselves pregnant have an abortion as a matter of course, and
in the name of success commit murder.
I`m also against adoption it is a capitalist invention, take from the poor
and give it to the rich, and it is of no help, as the birth mother will regret it
and the child when an adult will ask, why did my mother give me away?
She was a lovely lady, very proud
though when angry could be loud,
Pregnant with twins, little support,
her husband, manly, not that sort,
on the day she gave birth, he's out
down pub drinking bitter and stout,
She gave birth at their family home
though for her no love was ever shown,
when the babies were six weeks old
they still had no names, it's foretold,
he came home drunk totally brained
She ordered him to get them named,
so down local church to see vicar,
pub opens soon could you be quicker
the vicar said what will be their names?
couldn't remember but showed no sorrow
name this one today that one tomorrow,
the vicar knew him and showed no remorse
He christened them as a matter of course,
was an extremely sad life for him and her
from that day a life they couldn't and didn't share.
I have been told this is a true story (today renamed Toby died young)
(Tomorrow renamed Thomas lived to an old age )
8/3/2017.
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