Leave It All Behind III
“Who are you?”
“I am he she as you are he she as you
are me and we are all together.”
“That is clever, I like that.”
“Thanks, hey, what are those on your chest?
You have two of them.”
“You do too.”
“Yeah, but not like yours...va-va-voom!”
“You like them?”
“Does a bear, you know...in the forest.”
“That is a yes?”
“Yes, sirree.”
“Good, I am glad. Have you seen
other yous' or mes'?”
“A few caves from here.”
“Good. I'm glad. We can hunt together
and later have a gathering.”
“Cool idea. You are smart, big boobs.”
“Thanks, bulgy. I hope we get along
with the others.”
“Yeah, I hope so too.”
“We share something that should make it easy
to get along.”
“What is that big boobs?”
“Life. We each have a life, bulgy,
and that is reason enough to live in peace.”
*
If I had to do it all over again I wouldn't
One time is enough for me
Imagine going through all that puberty crap
Uh uh not a chance no sirree
One time through is about all I can handle
Even that can be a bit too much
Remember those awkward teenage years
And the sex part I won't even touch
Sometimes I think I miss all those years
Then say to myself “are you nuts?'
To go through all that growing up stuff again
No thanks once was really enough
But if the next time I end up a movie star
And the girlies all clamour for a piece
All I can say is that part's okay
With so many each would have to be brief
If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't
One time is enough for me
Imagine going through all that puberty crap
Uh uh, not a chance, no sirree
One time through is about all I can handle
Even that was a wee bit too much
Remember those awkward teenage years
And the sex part I won't even touch
Sometimes I think I miss all those years
Then say to myself, “are you nuts?'
To go through all that growing up stuff again
No thanks, once was really enough
But if the next time, I end up a movie star
And the girlies all clamour for a piece
All I can say is, that part's okay
But each encounter would have to be brief
I got wed in twenty-two.
Took this place with mortgage, new.
Built a fence around my land,
plowed that grass with my own bare hands.
Planted collards, corn and beans.
Prettiest spread you ever seen.
Rain don’t come, it leaves you dry,
Underneath that big old sky.
Got no river, ain’t no rain,
lonely here on the great dry plain.
Nature’s older, bigger’n me.
You can’t cheat her, no sirree.
Twenty acres turned to dust,
my new tractor, gathering rust.
Wind blew down from Cimarron there,
big black dirt all in the air.
Ain’t no beans or collards now,
ain’t no nothing left to plow.
Heading out for Monterrey,
nothing here to make us stay.
Windmill, tractor, homestead, plow:
wind and dust can have ‘em now.
What! A Divorce? Why?!
What do you mean
you want to move on?
Do you want to break up
this marriage of 25 years?
Now! After two teenagers at home?
What do you mean
you need more space?
You live in a mansion
for Pete's sake!
What? You want
to do your things,
Experience life,
Meet new people,
See new places?
Well, who's stopping you?
You have been pretty much
on your own all these years,
And here, I have been slogging
like a donkey 24/7/365,
making more money than
you can find ways to spend.
I knew not when
our kids grew up,
I worked hard--
Day in and day out,
So you and kids can live
a life of comfort and luxury,
Now you wanna leave me, gee!
And take half of MY blood and sweat?!
Nah, not even a dime!
No sirree Bob. Nope.
As long as I am alive,
Not a chance. Not a thing.
Zero, Zip, Zilch, Nada!
I'll fight tooth and nail...
Only over my dead body!
(P.S.: Millionaire John Doe was tragically killed
in a single car crash apparently of brakes failure.
He's survived by his wife and two kids.)
~"Poem with a chilling twist" contest by Frank Herrera
Like a gnarled old elder it stands ancient
twisted scarred limbs like a scene in a horror
hacked and torn against time,
beetle holes and wood pecker assaults
not withstanding, growing and thriving like time
The outlier cousine, a younger branch
stands tall and seemly a lithe woman
an odd pair, living like old neighbors
digging roots into sandy and rocky soil;
daring all to move them out, we've been here
Sentient, I wonder betimes, snaking arms akimbo
a stalwart grapevine too big for it's britches
Tough as an old crow, I'd say...
a thousand year old crow that is,
no sweet tender fruit hanging about, no sirree...
A bit of sun showing 'tween long needles
throwing such shade as a sheer negligee
peckers drawing clear blood sap,
she's scarred too, these small holes dripping life
a small nest teeters on high branch in the wind
He looks far east, a nod to the elders
he knows his worth, a dance to the living
though crippling and splitting since birth
I'd rather sit by him in strength of his shade
smelling the sweet perfume of his lady friend
writing a few words on the character of age
bbmac53
What! A divorce? Why?!
What do you mean
you want to move on?
Do you want to break up
this marriage of 25 years?
Now...after two teenagers at home?
What do you mean
you need more space?
You live in a mansion
for Pete's sake.
What? you want to do your things,
Experience life,
Meet new people,
See new places?
Well, who's stopping you?
You have been pretty much
on your own all these years;
And here, I have been slogging
like a donkey 24/7/365
making more money than
you can find ways to spend.
I knew not when
our kids grew up,
I worked hard,
Day in and day out,
so you and kids can live
a life of comfort and luxury.
Now, you wanna leave me? Gee!
And take half of MY blood and sweat?
Nah, not even a dime!
No sirree Bob. Nope. Nada.
As long as I am alive,
Not a thing. Not a chance. Zero!
I'll fight tooth and nail;
Only over my dead body!
P.S.: Millionaire John Doe was tragically killed
in a single car crash apparently of brakes failure.
He's survived by his wife and two kids.
~Second Chance" contest by Broken Wings
If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't
One time is enough for me
Imagine going through all that puberty crap
Uh uh, not a chance, no sirree
One time through is about all I can handle
Even that can be a bit too much
Remember those awkward teenage years
And the sex part I won't even touch
Sometimes I think I miss all those years
Then say to myself, “are you nuts?'
To again go through all that growing up stuff
No thanks, once was really enough
But if the next time, I end up a movie star
And the girlies all clamour for a piece
All I can say is, that part's okay
Though each one would have to be brief
© Jack Ellison 2013
I SUGGEST READING ALOUD TO MAKE SENSE OF THIS MESS
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Anne Singh a long width "Whet Whet Whet"
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I should right my wrongs here. In this piece there is not one word correctly spelled, yet they're all accepted English words. Spelling errors get right up my gut and in poetry they detract from the flavor.
MY SPELLING IS FINE
I'd been taught since but a mite
nursery rhymes and poems recite
primary colors red and blue
numbers one to eighty-two
and sing along with "Wet Wet Wet"
but not letters of the alphabet
of course it's plain for you to see
I know not my A, B, C
instead of writing poetry
I'll write a dictionary
Debbie, I know you asked for serious, bilingual poetry. I thought I'd throw this in the brew for fun. Loved your example, by the way. :)
There’s some what smokes
There’s some take drugs
There’s some that hit’s the bottle
But that’s not me
Oh no sirree !
Cause me I do the lot’ll
Just clowning around
so try not to frown
———
In living this life
I’ve made mistakes
hard it can be
but here’s my take
Grow a backbone
don’t lose heart
be kind and gentle
friends never will part
Eclipse with love
those you hold dear
cause they will not be
evermore near
Search for small miracles
everyday
Give of yourself
And of your pay
Now I ain’t no Angel
No Sirree
I’ve eaten an apple
from Eden’s tree
Snakes did whisper
in my ear
always walk tall
showing no fear
A conundrum
I am
Bruised and broken
but if this was a ride
I’d sprout wings to fly
Just clowning around
so try not to frown
———
In living this life
I’ve made mistakes
hard it can be
but here’s my take
Grow a backbone
don’t lose heart
be kind and gentle
friends never will part
Eclipse with love
those you hold dear
cause they will not be
evermore near
Search for small miracles
everyday
Give of yourself
And of your pay
Now I ain’t no Angel
No Sirree
I’ve eaten an apple
from Eden’s tree
Snakes did whisper
in my ear
always walk tall
showing no fear
A conundrum
I am
Bruised and broken
But this was a ride
I’m glad was taken