I am from Iowa
the corn state
we have corn princesses
corn queens
Mrs. Corn
Miss Corn Pone
Corn festivals
corn pudding
corn dogs
corn-on-a-cob
Corn City
South Dakota has our corn palace though
How could you discuss the Devil
Sitting on a chair you swivel,
Thirty minutes pone still on Evil,
The picture your rival the Devil...
You dont reckon that he wont like it:
That he still knows how throats are slit,
That you might just be his next hit;
On the news found corpse in a pit...
From now learn to focus on God
And our God's right to Moses'Rod:
Satan you fight like you do Todd;
If he means to kill you a nod.
Some times it's
hard to love you
When you make me
Feel so bad
how could happy times
And promises
Turn out
To be so sad
When you hold me
In your arms
You make
Everything alright
Yet the neighbors
And me all know,Baby
Your
Somewhere else tonight
Chorus dripping with steel guitar
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Truly I wish
You could be
Satisfied with me
Wanting nothing more
second verse of chorus
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True to me
I wish you could be
But you never have
Been able to before
Back to song
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I miss you
When we're parted
Though your making
my heart bleed
I'll always have
the fondness but someday
I'll kick the need
And you know that I'd
be lying if I said
I wished you'd go
But I'm clinging
To the knot
at the end of my rope
And I thought that you should know
Close with chorus
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If so minded
We are living organisms
We human 's are living organisms
We are no great
We are no God
We are just a living organism
We are here to live
We are here to breathe
We are to be burried in the earth
We are gone be a part of nature
We are living organism
We might touch the sky
We might be inside the deep oceans
Still, we live
No great we have done, we live
We have no access to post pone our death
We are going to leave this nature
We are living organisms
We live in this nature
Heart attack might hit you
Cardiac arrest might concquer your life
We have no intimation of death
We are just a living organisms
Live the life, love the life
Live and let live others...
Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.
When setting a table with china replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dish is fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;
And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits it ain't supper 'thout bread.
A gargoyle with an injured paw
Tried to dance at Ma’s corn pone heehaw.
Unfortunately he hurt his jaw.
Loud crow came by, hit him with his caw.
The hoedown was pretty much in full swing.
When ghosts crashed it with a ting-a-ling.
The gargoyle got mad. His fight he did bring.
They all ended up in the pokey. One in a sling.
Creepy vampires got into the entity fray.
They jumped into the jail cells in middle of day.
A rumble started. I had to look away.
At the end of the vampires were victors with a bray.
The faeries heard and brought in October’s moon.
She flashed them soundly and made them swoon.
She brought in black cats who spit and hissed.
The rumor is that the gargoyle was soundly kissed.
Even though he had an injured paw, and lost a fight.
All in all, he had a pretty good Halloween night.
He and the crow ended up friends all right.
The entire scene was a miraculous sight.
Mediterranean’s melancholy melodious megaphone
Notoriously navigated Neptune’s neutrality zone.
Overladen, overworked, and overthrowing Orion’s own,
Permitted planet Pluto to persecute Perry’s corn-pone.
Most beautiful hog you have ever seen
Made her way to Miss I.O.way Queen
We called her pretty
Man, was she witty!
At I.O-way state fair could that sow preen!
Miss Almost Corn Pone jealous of the hog
Let loose her ugly mutt of a dog
Spectators amused
As the hog abused
Dog who ran to the bottom of the bog
I.O.Way butter cow at the state fair
Heard the commotion and followed them there
The Iowegians
In foreign legions
Heard about its melting without a care
Quilters came running from the 4-H hall
One still carrying her ceramic doll
In time to see
Last lick or three
As hog licked up that butter cow so tall.
The state fair had never seen such folly.
Winner of purple was that sweet dolly.
Miss Almost Corn Pone
Got mad and stomped home
Yes this year things were ever so jolly!
CHANGE YOUR NAME, CHANGE YOUR LUCK
There once was a chicken who had no luck
No matter how she tried she couldn't cluck
Brunhilde, her name
To Donald, she changed
Now she's a chicken who quacks like a duck
IN HIS SOUP WAS A FLY
There was a poor man, in his soup was a fly
He just couldn't get that fly to go bye
Turned his bowl upside down
The fly spilled to the ground
Now the soup is too cold, the poor man cried
HE DID NOTHING BUT YAMMER
Pam had a husband named Peter Hammer
All day long he did nothing but yammer
Into his corn pone
She put little stones
He talks less, but when he does, he stammers
When the steam rises in the morn,
sun hot on body like reading ****,
salt cakes on skin that drips and stinks,
it's time to eat fresh crops of corn.
Humid air chokes breath with fire,
journeys plague--the need to pump tires,
the search for shade goes unspoken,
just plop down, read what's on the wire.
Blossoms sag heavy with pollen.
Animals huddle to back pen.
Mint's refreshment settles sad mind
over ice splashed with gin in den.
Day to day drags heavy on bones.
Salt taken with ham and corn pone.
All is slaked by the mental dream
take cash, run away, don't mind loans.
Cool sea splashes and bared bodies
are as soul good as hot toddies.
Climb aboard your board, sole captain.
Surf's cool free as winning lottery.
9/12/2018
Brought to the river flowing around a cracked stone,
The idealogy was framed to derive a clone,
With inner urge of chewing a decayed bone,
Replacement was done for new headship at home,
Determination has stationed her modul excellently through a pone,
Tried all her best to play a father's role,
Working with peace,I never hit her with a blow,
Children kept digging for their hidden gold,
And we gave our all to make them bold,
Circumstance have laid on me heavy load,
Lost my job on good road,
So I begun serving as a woman in moan,
The story was laid pathetic below what is being shown,
Her friends influence empowered her to do so,
Patience was a prudential virtue I chose,
Truth about our marriage was misplaced on many folds,
But thankfully when life got rightfully thrown,
Everything became hot to melt fallen snows,
After we've made relay of responsibilities in gloves,
Her state of fatherhood was wrong to hold,
And my heart for motherhood is badly known,
Understanding each other now even on a phone,
Never will we nurture complacency to scone.
POEM 35 MY ONLY WOMAN
MY ONLY WOMAN Every day I WAIT LIKE A FOOL FOR HER TO CALL ME TOO TELL ME I AM HER MAN.
MY ONLY WOMAN JUST LAST NIGHT I WAITED Every time THE PHONE WOULD RING;
MY ONLY WOMAN, I JUMP UP TO ANSWER IT JUST TO FIND TI IS SOMEONE OTHER THAN HER MY PONE RING.
MY ONLY WOMAN MAGAININ I SLOWLY WALK OVER TO THE PHONE THINKING IT IS JUST MY FRIEND AGAIN & IT WAS HER MY ONLY WOMAN.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
POEM 11 LONGING
WE WAS TALKING ON THE PONE LIKE WE WAS RIGHT THERE TALKING TO EACH OTHER FACE TO FACE.
YOU KNOW THE ONLY ONE YOU LOVE SHE LOVE YOU BACE JUST AS EQUALLY.
THE FEELING OF LOVE WE HAVE FOR EACH OTHER IN OUR HEARTS EQUALLY,
THE LOVE WE HAVE TOGETHER WE WE NEVER FEEL LIKE THIS BEFORE.
BY:MR.JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
AUTHOR
POEM 11 LONGING
WE WAS TALKING ON THE PONE LIKE WE WAS RIGHT THERE TALKING TO EACH OTHER FACE TO FACE.
YOU KNOW THE ONLY ONE YOU LOVE SHE LOVE YOU BLACE JUST AS EQUALLY.
THE FEELING OF LOVE WE HAVE FOR EACH OTHER IN OUR HEARTS EQUALLY,
THE LOVE WE HAVE TOGETHER WE WE NEVER FEEL LIKE THIS BEFORE.
BY:MR.JERRY BIG PAPA WELL
Heavens doth tell anything but praise!
for an early yet late phase;
blessed are all you wary,
for an angel is not yet fairy;
doth forget what one must marry.
Colorful pebbles made by marbles,
folds ones precious stone;
to honor and cuddle what once was own,
with plants of vine scattered by moan
of silk yet divine wails of dawn,
hasten for thy roots to pone
and brought back what once was lown.
Date : 09/23/2016
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