Categories:
scalping, silly,
Form: Footle
Softly I reached
to pull it
A pillow ,Too many ,I think
Your breathing somewhat challenged
Your throat definately
In a kink
Your set up
Was
In a bad angle
Your coif
It was
Starting to mangle
As I grabbed onto
Pillow two,the culpret,
I thought best in a flash
What I didn't know and
As you told me so(In no uncertain terms)
My thinking would prove to be rash
As I jerked it away
You sprang up to say
Mom!!! What the hell!
A cuff button I'd caught
In a lock of your hair
Which came away in the Pell mell
It took me a few
To convince you
that scalping was not on my mind
That my motive
Was pure,as I begged to assure
I had simply thought to be kind
Emphasis on simply
Categories:
scalping, care, mother daughter,
Form: Rhyme
Daddy's tied up at work son, so he'll be late for din-din
But why is Daddy tied up, was he captured by a bunch of Injuns
Didn't he bring his sixshooter
Those Injuns don't own computers
All they know are bow and arrows and scalping civilians
Categories:
scalping, funny, political,
Form: Limerick
Daddy's tied up at work son, so he'll be late for din-din
But why is Daddy tied up, was he captured by a bunch of Injuns
Didn't he bring his sixshooter
Those Injuns don't own computers
All they know are bow and arrows and scalping civilians
Categories:
scalping, fun,
Form: Limerick
Calvin talent
talons having
looky, looky
passion, salvage
valve scalping
looky, looky
makin, bakin
cookee, cookey
1/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
scalping, adventure, engagement, food,
Form: Footle
Dadd's tied up at work son, so he'll be late for din-din
But why is Daddy tied up, was he captured by a bunch of Injuns
Didn't he bring his sixshooter
Those Injuns don't own computers
All they know are shootouts and scalping civilians
Categories:
scalping, hilarious,
Form: Limerick
Swamped within my disbelief, alright
Tides have changed too quick for me to see
My socks are soaked and clinging to my skin
Next moment, they're threadbare and they're dry
Just can't predict
Another moment, another funeral
Under the knife, another removal
Push me into this black night and I'll fall into the morning light
Four years of running and I haven't moved at all
Now I'll finally trip and fall
Hooked into a machine to survive
Drip the sweet illusions in my dreams
I see the situation's getting worse
Even if I wanted to escape
I'd tear it out
From a user to an addict
The stoic world before me restricts
Stumbling in perfect night, just begging to see morning light
The light in the tunnel turned out to be a train
My running was in vain
Take the tubes out, they're not helping
It all still feels like it's a scalping
Shoot me into the abyss, it cannot be much worse than this
Push me over so I won't feel a thing
Like a glass of Novocaine
Categories:
scalping, anger, angst, pain,
Form: Lyric
Carnival without merit, affinity, and association
Brash, bellowing band bleeting notes in oscillation
Circus creatures cavorting about with every unseemly provision
Cascading, carnival chorus clanging through every subdivision
Haughty, kilted henchmen trotting in front of the procession
Decadently-dressed damsels fawning at mock adulation
Coarsely-clad clowns tromping along in derision
Freaky, festooned floats fluttering through every alley and intersection
Ghastly garlands strewn about with every drunken petition
Teaming, throbbing townspeople on marauding mission
Corrupt Councilors culled and paraded about in degradation
Frugal, free-loading foragers scraping up every token donation
Vacuous, votive vendors profitting from their abnegation
Ebullient, enterprising entrepreneurs scalping without aversion
Categories:
scalping, fantasy
Form: Rhyme
We are all sinners none of us saints
But those who came before us
Were a powerful race
They made it their mission
To keep what was theirs
They did it with dignity
And some with despair
They showed us a way of life that they knew
Would help us survive in a world so new
But we took the advantage
And took away their rights
I wonder what it felt like
To sleep back in those times
Waiting for the scalping
Or the next woman raped
Waiting for the fires
The murders
The raids
They showed us their traditions
And sometimes their rage
Got the better of them
Why is that such a shame?
They had a right and they had a privilege
What if one day we had the same things
Happen to us: I wonder often this
Is this not how the enemies
Are treating us now?
©Copyright May 25, 2007
by Danielle N. Calhoun
Categories:
scalping, native american
Form: I do not know?