.
girl
yuh see my boots
i cross'd that muddy
for you
dun
wrestled that hog
got clobber'd by your
daddio
and your bruth'er
he wants sum
yuh gottuh kiss
fer
any ol' cowboy
leas'
one yourn
winks
Death and heaven
are not good neighbors.
They live too close together,
there are disputes,
mostly territorial,
heated confrontations arise.
If they lived further apart,
if they had mediators
to intervene, restrain,
adjudicate...
alas both,
could be somewhat intractable.
As for the day-to-day affairs
of the earthbound
both death and heaven
had largely lost interest
leaving all administrative duties,
to the angels and demons
(who knowing each other well)
got along most amicably,
working closely together
for the good, the bad
and the just plain ornery.
.
‘Twuz uh hot
Spring
Mine door’s gong
Rapped
‘twuz the welcomed
the
pretty box
the surreptitiously delivered
All rapped up
In my favorite
Colour
‘glint’
Such the
turgid sweet
package
From mine front stoop
into
mine grateful room’s
Imagine
vernal fever
on uh
(shhhh)
sun burst'n
breezy
morn
*packtage spelled correctly
artistic license
;)
I gaze upon you as you sleep
I climb into the bed
I softly kiss your dreaming eyes
I gently lift your head
I place it overtop my heart
The heart that beats anew
No more to ever be apart
Honey, I've come home to you
Rosy sunup, and red cock robin's singing a song,
As pink and green butterflies go drifting along.
On a split rail fence, the rooster loudly crows,
Near apricot bushes, wafting scents of tea rose.
Wild geese honk pertly, to a warm maize morning,
As bees go by humming, to visit without warning!
Frogs and grasshoppers hop in grass deep green,
And eating the clover, a rabbit is on the scene.
It's a beautiful summer day, for chatty neighbors,
Hovering like hummingbirds, for sunshine labors!
Cream blooms kiss the sun, as red cardinals go by.
And azure skies smile, with puffy clouds on high.
Is it too late for us to go
Back in time to really show
How much love is kept inside
That we can no longer hide
This world is getting worse each minute
We all really need to give it
The peace and care it once knew
Before everyone just threw
It all away without warning
It could use some gentle pouring
Of the kindness, hope and love
Shining down from up above
Allowing our hearts light to glow
Now and always let it flow
Out of everyone so that
This world isn't falling flat
Because our inner desire
To start a strong loving fire
Was turned cold and left us freezing
With a lot of hatred teasing
Coming from the evilness
Deep inside, oh how I miss
The old days of neighborly
Friendship, do not let it be
The end of all hope and prayers
Leaving everyone in tears
One Autumn afternoon, I was forced to stall.
Across the street on a corner lawn very small,
stood a tree most beautiful and noticed by all.
Each fall I enjoyed its breathtaking autumn display.
That is, until four years ago when I moved away.
Its memory arrested and captured me a few days ago.
I was compelled to drive through my old neighborhood to experience once more that autumn tree, one of my favorite shows.
But when I arrived and turned the corner, I was saddened because that lovely tree, once so generously covered with orange leaves, was no longer there.
Its unsightly root system protruded above ground and disfigured the small lawn. It was then I understood why the tree had to go; but still, I regretted that I could no longer stare. I shall not forget those few years and brief moments we shared. It seemed that tree and I embraced each other with such a neighborly care.
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