At a bend in the road
One needs take utmost care,
More so on road of life.” By author
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Rush Hour
Hectic rush at day`s end
Everybody in haste
Traffic jammed at road bend
Proceeding at snail`s pace
Sound of sonorous smash
Splits my dream in a rash.
Trump does have a rash
which caused stock market to crash
from all the backlash
wish Trump would cut crap
crashed when he ran off the map
facing one more rap
Trump seems so scary
is insulting and very
at cemetery
crippled or goner
degrade Medal of Honor
which he had demeaned
Trump stories provide
he had always lied and lied
full of much self-pride
black butterfly rash
feel like deflated balloon
lupus flare is back
Never foolishly regard friends as enemies
If you mistake you may lose true peace
Many will appear wrong to your eyes
But, they will be toward you only nice
Hate none by viewing a single bad act
Please take into account every fact
Out of sudden impulse never behave
Stop behaving like those men in cave
Foolish conclusions make you lose
Only sorrow those blunders produce
Rectify your mind as early as possible
Even the Almighty is not to us visible
Carefully form your opinions wisely
Results may arise indeed very nicely
Quick or rash decisions will mislead
Such outbursts, we really don't need
God has given us reasoning prowess
Let us intelligently use musing process
By analyzing, let us properly conclude
Wit, wisdom and love, let us include.
So rash and fresh the grave;
and by this salute from immortality,
that views my day's twilight.
And thou amnesty, one ear it pours,
around my night's, good light.
That leads us back one turn, upon each day.
It’s been said I’m unimaginative
but I don’t really care
I don’t write for the groupies
of the one with no hair
I try to spread awareness
of the lies you think are true
We’re sick and tired of bullies
there is too much hate inside of you
We don’t appreciate the trolling
it’s really just that simple
If your head gets any bigger
it’s going to pop just like a pimple
Cuts will always heal
with a couple of well-placed stitches
The Soup just needs a salve
to heal this rash that always itches
I've started to freak out, I've run outta gas
Can't think of giggly stuff that will tickle your ass
Maybe an elderly lady
Naked near eighty
Shielded my eyes for fear of a rear-end rash
Hives in my scalp
Itching like crazy
Travel to neck and face
Irritating but not inbearable
Neck has itchy bumps against bumps
Scratching until I bleed
People begin to question me
Urging me to go home
I get off work and go to Urgent Care
The next day I am in hospital
Screaming in agony as they try to decide
Is it a bad hive against hive or shingles?
This is my life today. As I cringe from pain.
An Old Timer's Advice To Rash Young Lads
When youthful ardor flows like raging flood,
temptation's ills are waiting in the blood.
Even with painful lessons in the past,
nothing stops that hot-rush and cannons blast!
When Spring air brings out that deep mating call
some think of love desires, nary its fall.
Yet in youth falls come and oft with a shock,
like a swift cut, bare neck, head on the block!
The wise learn and control their emotions
love is work and not some magic potion.
Keep a level head and know love is real
not a treasure one can barter or steal!
When young love stirs two hearts, comes a'callin
Slow down, keep your head avoid the fallin'
R.J. Lindley,
June 3rd, 1996
Sonnet
Can you hear me, I'm singing a happy ditty
To help brighten your day and get rid of the shitties
If you send me flowers
I'll just try to devour
The roses, coz others give me a rash on my dinghy
DIAPER RASH
They took me out again
on a short leash
bag ready
just in case.
I had been trained
not to go
in the house,
to be subservient
to my masters,
repeat only
what I’d
been taught
regurgitate
the answers
sought.
They taught
I learned
by rote
and then……
they removed
the diaper
shook out all
my errant
thoughts,
patted my head,
let me
off leash.
I cleansed
my backside palate
“WHAT A LOAD!”
I fled - still flee -
the tortures that remain
lodged in my head.
John G. Lawless
4/5/2018
It's 3 A.M. and here I sit, my ass in my big easy chair
Did I hear someone say insomnia as at the ceiling I stare
You pretty well nailed it
A rash act will commit
Like setting the house ablaze or running naked in the town square
I could go on Jeopardy and win lotsa cash
Known for my knowledge of trivia and trash
Humour's my game
Resulting in fame
My great knowledge would give Alex diaper rash
Race up and down life's highway
No stopping to pay any toll
Just livin' it up in the fast lane
Spiraling out of control
Don't hit the breaks keep moving
Take it as far as you can go
Might need a boost of high octane
Won't stop 'til your engine is blown
Get it in gear to get off soon
Don't think you can find your way home
Your lost and you're running on empty
And you're riding life's highway alone
Slowing down 'cause there's too many detours
After a while it just starts to get old
hope you get off the right exit
Before you get stuck on the side of the road
~Billy Hitz~
As Cupid came on streaming through
the sky in great repose.
The friction caught him by surprise
in every sense Helios.
To solve the problem he would think
"How can I keep my cool?"
And with a nod and with a wink
proved he was no one's fool.
He sprinkled powder on his diaper.
The kind the heroes use.
Then with a jump went head-long up
and set about to cruise.
So when you look to Cupid now,
as one who would fly by.
Remember that his frightening speed
has left him safe and dry.
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