So Spake Simple Simon
Is it right and proper to treat us fools so bad?
We are but simple souls, not completely mad.
This world is but a complex place full of traps and snares
That can catch us all out if we’re taken unawares
Even Kings and courtiers find themselves caught out
So, what chance do we have who know next to nought
We are so often laughed at as we try to understand
Why it is that others have all the wealth and land
And when we ask for twopence for to buy some food
We are told we’re stupid and we’re not doing any good
And when we would go fishing so very far from sea
We practice in a bucket. It made such sense to me
And as for seeking plums for to make some jam
Whilst I was a searching, I was chased by a ram
That landed me in thistles; not pleasant you’ll agree
All that was in the larder was dry bread for my tea.
I could go on for ever about injustice and ill use
How those who care not for others avoid the truth
Who only see the world through their selfish eyes
People who are less fortunate are those they despise.
True love WAITS
for God to give us His best.
True love WEIGHS
the consequences of immature relationships.
True love WAVES
off the pleasures of the moment.
True love WALKS
away from the limitations of emotions.
True love WINDOWS
its reality rather than mirror it
True love WINS
because of the right and proper choices
I was like a bloodhound sniffing for her;
As the essence of her aura penetrated me;
Goodbye lost love
Ok, my darling lost love that you are;
To the core to my bone and though my spirit was wavering in fear;
Goodbye lost love
I felt her leaving I challenged myself;
And with each and every breath;
As I accomplish my test;
I find myself wavering in her displays of affections;
Is this the right and proper direction;
Goodbye lost love
And yet she left me so I embraced her essence;
As I witness her presents leaving upon receiving this;
Goodbye lost love
Reality I realize she has really left me;
Okay darling lost love that you are;
Goodbye, farewell goodbye lost love
10/8/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Speak gently of me in the twilight hour of grace
With kind words and thoughts, think of a better way
When I shall reach the finishing line of life’s race.
No stifled cries or keening when you see my face
Remember the joys and triumphs of fond yesterday
Speak softly of me in the twilight hour of grace.
Strange we oft forget that all must forfeit space
No mortal shall forever here in permanency stay
When I shall reach the finishing line of life’s race
Into the eternal gates of some ethereal place
Consider it right and proper that I should stray
Speak gently of me in the twilight hour of grace.
No somber music, please; marchers keep the pace
Bright-colored shirts; no suits of somber gray
When I shall reach the finishing line of life’s race.
Do not my "flawless" record at my wake deface
Yes, laugh, be happy that here on earth you play
Speak gently of me in the twilight hour of grace
When I shall reach the finishing line of life’s race.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Poetry Contest
written May 27, 2021
HONORABLE MENTION
"Should I Cry or Laugh" Poetry Contest
All Poetry - September 19, 2021
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : PART X
IF you pull a long face
For ten straight nights starting today
You bet you'd look like Canada Bernache
Though fat chance like swan in Norway
But if you pull a very very long face
Your rivals might not like it in the Sea-Ay-Yeah
And might seek to shorten the nautical-mile face
To a right and proper mile-long face all in a day
Yet if you keep pulling that mile-long face
The wilds of the Siberian Goulag would you slay
After long lone nights the firing-squad to face
Notes from the Underground your mind mainstay
Then if you pull the lone long face
In Algerian quarries Who will your ransom pay
Thirty-thousand ducats El Manchot to brace
Battling windmills in Castillian Quixotic disarray
So if you must pull the longingly long face
Your chef-d'œuvre will-o'-the-wisp bright stay
Your day of glory on the Internet mere pittance
Think of all the great works slush piles overlay
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 5, 2019
In Capital Cases
I once was a Christian who had been in Congress
And points of the people would always miss
Being understanding should be essential
But all that I did ended up inconsequential.
Was supposed to follow being part of crowd
Always being thought that I was endowed
By God to fulfill my now new position
Never putting people though an inquisition.
Was it Spanish, English or American for sure?
Maybe more then any of them can endure
Even in California many must have complained
For days refused by God and it has not rained.
Hotter and more polluted world has become
Why do we apparently appear as being dumb
And all the world's problems simply ignoring
When for all answers we should be exploring.
You take this trail and mine is over there
All those found by fools may only be fair
God is always in right and proper places
And can He grant death in capital cases?
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
MUM EXPLAINS GRASSHOPPER FOREBEARS
Your daddy? Well, he had no money ,
Was skinny and boney, but just gorgeous, Honey,
A real grasshopper’s grasshopper.
Spent his days, unafraid to come a cropper,
Hiding on a cornstalk in a field (you probably heard)
Listening out for combines or a hungry bird.
Your papa learned to hop...junior grade..right and proper
Then was quickly promoted to senior hopper,
But oh dear he went on vacation in Mexico
One of those impulse things, you know :
Free ride in a truck, camping under tarpaulin,
But ended up as a chapuline*
His brother Joe was another hunk -
Defied the catcher nets – he had *****.
Fancied him myself (before your dad),
But he was too wild, adventurous, real bad.
Most famous member of our family was Uncle Joe -
(Now under glass in the botanical museum, Ohio.)
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Note
Chapuline is a delicacy of grasshoppers - eaten in Mexico
FEAR, BE IT NATURAL
Fear…is a negative value
It is naturally insatiable
We have to overcome
Though, as human being we tremble
Yes, hearing this word “fear”
We end suppressing what is right and proper.
We must or may not tread
We may not bargain but we have to trade
The fearsome sight and trait
We must combat it
We must contain
Then muster enough courage.
Perhaps a misdeed has been done
We keep on doing despite
But we correct “fear” from what is pleasurable
Somehow to balance
Between two extremes
Get the lesser evil which matter it should be.
“Fear” would be enveloped
Every endeavor
Even as we have the right we tend abhor
As weakness is hard to subdue
But when controlled we vanquished
In exchange is surmountable!
Courage must go on with faith
To dread instead of holding it back the tyrant
Hand in hand it goes with trust.
Let not “fear” of everything or anyone hurdles you
As the momentum may yet be vanished
Be it natural, dealt it with principle!
If We Had Never Met
by Rick Rucker
If we had never met,
Just how lonely would I get?
If we had never met,
How happy could I ever get?
With your voice of Reason,
You have a gift of, my pain, easin'
Walking, when you hold my arm,
I know neither fear, nor alarm.
You are so elegant, and classy,
Sure, a right and proper lassie!
Oh, but what things you do,
To me, when I hold you!
My Heart beats so darn fast,
I fear that I will not last!
To die like this, in your arms,
Succumbing to your charms,
About the best way to check out,
Of that, I have no doubt!
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