Around the age of six i received from my maternal grandpa
a very special present , he had styled a home made kite
Thick brown paper for the body , newspaper for the tail
couldn't get this kite to fly, tried with all my might
One day i heard my father loudly yelling
in reference to this kite
He had found it in a paddock
where I'd left it overnight
So the down the hill I ran
to retrieve this special kite
My father, reins of horse in one hand stock whip in the other
punishment for the crime, stock whip round the backside, most painfully it did bite
For a minor misdemeanour the punishment a trifle overdone
for my lack of care of grandpas special kite
Much shedding of tears from the bruising pain
I endured on that fateful night
Are
you going
to the circus?
Is never a good line
to use when she
asks how her
make-up
looks
The midnight raven does not chatter.
He screeches and waits
upon the gallows for a hanged man’s eye
-a tasty morsel for a daemon.
For a raven is a fine gentleman
who feasts only on the foulest carrion.
This feathered fiend who lurks
pays no heed to the Holy.
He would sit upon the heaven’s gates
if only to purloin a child’s soul.
“Hark!” he cries, “I bring ill tidings,
I am the emissary for the ashen horse!”
Oft on a dreary autumn morn
the harbinger tap-tap-taps on a window
and all inside do quake in terror
for Death draws near to collect due payment.
In the end it is the raven
who laughs mockingly upon the bodies.
I guess it’s good to look unique
Or have a special glow,
But when one’s face makes her a freak,
It’s something she should know.
Like Michael Jackson in his prime
Who couldn’t see the truth,
The “tanning mom” has wasted time
To get back to her youth.
Forget about her kid for now –
The way that mom appears
Is worse than movies that allow
The ghouls that conjure fears.
Why someone’d do herself such harm
Is way beyond my ken,
Although such models of alarm
Come forward now and then.
A little tan can add allure
But when one tips the scale,
The mirror should reveal for sure
It’s better to be pale!
Surrender to be free
Shut your eyes to see
Saying yes to hear no
Finding love by letting go
Being fast for a slow burn
Satisfy to always yearn
Whisper low high scream
Waking into a daydream
Being first for last place
Losing to win the race
Asking why when you know
Falling up through a hole
Hurry up and wait
Leaving early to arrive late
Working hard for fun
In the raw overdone
11/11/2008
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