You can slow up, you can't slow down. You gotta keep going till the angels touch the ground. X2
This is how the Lord made me, a country boy singing glory b. Angels wings and broken halos, a good ol boy that everybody knows. Im a country boy or so the say, I'm moseying down heavens way. I'm touring these cities, I touring these towns. I'm spreading his word all the way around. I ain't to good for any old bar and I go way up like a shooting star. Glory be to his name, the Lord in heaven is who I claim.
You can slow up, you can't slow down. You gotta keep going till the angels touch the ground. Till the angels touch the ground. X2
You gotta keep going for heavens sake and a farmer works the ground that the Lord gave. And you gotta go all the way around, from them big city lights, to the sleepy little towns. And the Lord said, "Boy, play your guitars and give glory to my name everywhere you are"
You can't slow up, you can't slow down. You gotta keep going till the angels touch the ground. Till the angels touch the ground. X3
Categories:
moseying, art,
Form: Free verse
n the land of the dead clocks they slither and slink
Not caring about the time, without battery or blink
Like snakes moseying around, they barely move at all
Some linger and languish, others lie against a back wall
How did we get here? The clocks ask each other.
No one has a guess, some are too ugly to smother.
In the land of the dead clocks, time has stopped forever.
How soon do I want to visit? Let’s go with never.
Categories:
moseying, art,
Form: Rhyme
Marine metropolis,
manatees moving methodically,
mackerel moseying,
maiden mermaid muses,
many much moxie magical mermen,
magnetic, masculine, mystical,
masters melodious mellow maritime music,
midsummer marvelous, merry,
myself-moonstruck mania minded,
my mission- meeting mesmerizing,
mysterious, mischievous,
magnificent merman!
Categories:
moseying, beach, fantasy, ocean, sea,
Form: Alliteration
A wandering canal, mirroring serenity, the face of an emerging season,
Lush, sprawling, verdant, frolicking hills;
A pastoral sight, wandering through an idyllic region.
Journeying on paths of free will,
Surrounded by fields of hopeful golden seed,
Lush, sprawling, verdant, frolicking hills.
Boughs of blossoms burst, and freed,
Mossy carpeted paths, moseying around each bend,
Surrounded by fields of hopeful golden seed.
Through a misty morning and the bursting of the sun; searching rainbows end,
Where under the arms of trees, cows muse, in lowly grace,
Mossy carpeted paths, moseying around each bend.
A palladium of trees ward off ominous strangers,
And a union of manicured hedgerows, a sentry of fences;
A place where life is in harmony, without dangers.
Where the vision of peace observed through clear lenses,
A wandering canal, mirroring serenity, beauty, the face of an emerging season,
And a union of manicured hedgerows of natural fences;
A pastoral sight, wandering through an idyllic region.
Date: April 10, 2022
For: An Original Terzanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L. Milton Hankins
Categories:
moseying, beauty, imagery, nature,
Form: Terzanelle
Just Moseying Along
In the fullness
of time
the empty scales
of justice
crave balance:
Waning reconciliation
awaits full emancipation.
As the pale sun fades
frail freedom flashes
upon the horizon:
Liberation continues
to wander.
Categories:
moseying, allegory, analogy, black african
Form: Alliteration
Nearing the end here, don't think it'll be long
My time is short may have sung my last song
Met some very sweet peeps
Love you guys heaps
Overstayed my welcome soon be moseying on
Categories:
moseying, farewell,
Form: Limerick
Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly.
Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains.
Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue.
His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.
Categories:
moseying, animals, art, brother, caregiving,
Form: Prose Poetry
Moseying through packed flakes,
He leaves a trail
Twisting and looping
Like a rough mountain road.
With caution he turns to retrace
His trodden path
To get lost again in the
Winding wonder he created.
But he finds the path
Unforgiving in reverse
As he cannot easily move through it;
His steps are slow
And cautious,
Not curious and adventurous
As they had been on the
Original trek.
He twists his face in frustration
And begins to lose his balance
In his own footprints.
He stops after four steps
And looks at his trail
Stretching far beyond the low-rolling
Hills and evergreen trees,
Realizing that he cannot go back
The way he came.
Categories:
moseying, life
Form: Free verse
Peace was beyond me the other night,
violence tested me with painful plight,
moseying tricks to loiter and fall,
the notions of proper etiquette's crawl,
See, violence only acts as fare,
to dis-armor peace's proportions of care,
until lowering defenses in hope attain,
the witted injustice's chance to obtain,
submission, reaction, to increase the like,
of inherent anger enhancing its strike,
tattering peace now unarmored loses
to waring and hurting stillness with bruises.
All because I wasn't ready for war
spirits testing my steady hand's core
and I failed my good God testing in this
violence consuming in another try miss
Categories:
moseying, faithme,
Form: Rhyme