The town fathers
are long neglected by scavenging vultures,
locked up as they are,
in the wood cabin, we call the town museum.
Inside the shack, there are old tintypes, sepia
photographs and the usual rural relics.
Outside, a small patch of lawn
divides the past from a main road,
one that bridges our hamlet
between two swelling and brawling cities.
Those cities also have their metropolitan relics,
grand achievements forever displayed
for groups of bored schoolchildren.
Outside, vultures are shood away
by men in HazMat suits.
Our community fathers are black-suited
grim featured farmers and church dignitaries,
even the mayors that are still alive
look out from their portraits
as if wishing for the odd vulture or two.
Nothing else around here bothers
enough to matter much.
Fields are pushed back beyond backyards.
We killed off all the rattlesnakes years ago.
Categories:
shood, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Mixed Up Werds Twonite
I am often blinded in my verse
words evade my searching mind.
Down and blue from this curse
my thoughts should be refined.
I ache to write a great song
a little ditty to thus amuse.
Yet my words hide in a throng
of trash I am loathe to reuse!
Another word like ocean, I sea
burning in crimson color read.
Gotto, got to go, need to pea
then rewrite those words I red.
I am often blinded in my verse
words evade my searching mind.
Down and blue from this curse
my thoughts should be refined.
R.J. Lindley
Dec, 6th, 1983
A bit of levity in title and the third
stanza, too cold to go buy more whiskey.
I wander iffn' my spillin shood be
chekked twonite.
Note- THE ABOVE IS POSTED COMPLETE AS
WAS WRITTEN 32 YEARS AGO.SEEMS LIKE I
WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND WHILE DRINKING
SOMETHING TO KNOCK DOWN THE CHILL.
Categories:
shood, funny, humor, language, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
the evil lays in the darkness of the shadows,
when the sun rises the shadows run away,
when the light is shining the evil is shood away,
with the sun apoun us we should not cowwered,
until we see the day,
when the sun doesn't rise,
and we live in the shadows for the rest of out days.
Categories:
shood, sadevil, sun,
Form: I do not know?