Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And each Hallows Eve he returns to the site,
Where his body was hung on an old Oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.
He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.
'Twas she who belied his whereabouts,
So he searches for her within and without;
So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.
Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallows Eve.
Now I've said my piece and be takin' my leave.
Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.
When setting a table with china replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dish is fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;
And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits it ain't supper 'thout bread.
Be of good cheer, spread love where you can.
Give your smile to he who has none.
Be a light to he who lives in the dark.
Be a blessing to he who needs one.
Don't cast dark shadows wherever you go.
Don't rain on other's parade.
When for all your hard work you've but lemons to show,
Get some sugar and make lemonade.
Accept that in life there are good times and bad,
And every rose has some thorns.
You can't grow a garden 'thout sunshine and rain.
If you plant peas don't expect corn.
Whatever you sow that you will reap.
In all ways of life this is true.
Sow discontent, anger and grief,
Don't be surprised that's what grew.
When you are young you plant and store up,
So that old age won't chill to the bone.
Think just of yourself and ignore your mate's needs,
And you'll die sad, cold and alone.
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Ayes or naws
Do do do's or don't don't
Big pair of donkey ears
every years my year
a man of no word
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Let's think about what we think about,
And see whether they're worth thinking about:
Occupying those occupied hearts,
Piles of thoughts burdening the heart.
Let's think about what we think about,
Measuring the width,height- death and sprout.
Forgone wishes wished by wishes wished,
Yet,'thout attainment, continuing to being wished.
Let's think about
What we think about
And see whether or not,
They should have a worth,in our thoughts.
Let's think about what we think about,
The more we think, more things jeers around?
18:10:10:13:08
Mama's skirt was pulled
At the helm by the slightest finger:
The grip was fooled:
For the tip of the shortest lingered.
Mama had waved this off,
And the gentle breeze commemorate her action-
'thout looking back, harder she waved her skirt off,
And their was the birth of a commotion:
The owner of the finger was
Lifted beyond the earth,dashing
Her back at the fiery cooking pot at force:
Then mama looked back- twas her littlest grand daughter burning.
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Observe well
before take action.
Good deed we tell
by their actions.
18:04:01:22:26
Commentary:
The poem opens on a little finger holding mama's skirt,perhaps because of joy. But the woman would not look back but flung the skirt and little finger looses the grip and was at the cooking pot crashing. She turns back to see her beautiful littles grand daughter burning. It's a moral of: Observe well before taking action.
My father stole my wife, Nadine,
And they run off together.
My brother took off after them,
Hell bent for leather.
I would have gone myself but then,
I was on the job,
So who was there to turn to then,
But Brother Billy-Bob.
He found them in a cheap motel,
The other side of the mountain,
Burst in the room and pulled his gun,
And Dad went down 'thout countin'.
Billy-Bob then grabbed Nadine,
And threw her in the truck,
You'd think he'd bring her straight to me,
But there ain't no such luck.
He looked into her big blue eyes,
Said, You are now my gal.
I really ought to take you home,
But yer purty as a spotted cow.
So now Nadine's with Bill-Bob,
But I guess I'll just leave her.
The best revenge on both of them,
Is fer me to let him keep her.
Show me how to pray, Lord,
To communicate with You;
To bring to You my wants and needs,
But first my praises too.
Teach me how to praise You.
Give me the words to say;
To say how much You mean to me,
Teach me how to pray.
I want to say I love You,
How grateful that I am,
For all that You have done for me,
For helping me to stand.
Without Your help I'm nothing, Lord.
'Thout You where would I be.
It's You who floats my tiny boat,
Upon life's stormy sea;
But words aren't all that's needed,
To pay You what You're due.
Teach me how to live my life,
In subjection just to You.
Let my life style be my prayer.
Give me strength and courage too,
The wisdom to know right from wrong,
Firm confidence in You.
Let my life give You all glory.
Help me to show the stuff,
That it takes to serve You well,
For mere words aren't enough.
My father stole my wife, Nadine,
And they run off together.
My brother took off after them,
Hell bent fer leather.
I would have gone myself but then,
I was on the job,
So who was there to turn to then,
But Brother Billy-Bob.
He found them in a cheap motel,
The other side of the mountain,
Burst in the room and pulled his gun,
And Dad went down 'thout countin'.
Billy-Bob then grabbed Nadine,
And threw her in the truck.
You'd think he'd bring her straight to me,
But there ain't no such luck.
He looked into her big blue eyes,
Said,"You are now my gal.
I really ought to take you home,
But yer purty as a spotted cow."
So now Nadine's with Billy-Bob,
But I guess I'll just leave her.
The best revenge on both of them,
Is for me to let him keep her.
When I finish the row and
yonder my soul is invited-
for my casket will they lay beneath-
I'll take with me desire.
On the top unseen
where we rule the fate of men,
I'll despise my present state;
O that I could perch and mount.
What a wonder yon!
'Thout tales old and vain,
for all folklore will be actuated,
Charles the Darwin will not be.
That land ashore and blissed,
I'll see no monkey in the lineage;
Adam will contend Darwin sore
Who'll wish he'd no manly essence.
Now is my boat rowing
and the tempest doeth beset;
Of fate and destiny am I tossed,
Drifted on course I rest assured.
Blest assurance, O how sweet this sound!
For that voice I once heard again I hear,
In the upheaval the master beckons,
"It's I, fear not."
Gold and silver have not stumbled me,
I've kept rowing and the master holding,
The trances I have and often inadequacy
Have set my face aflint and numb.
mjs 2015
Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.
When setting a table, with china, replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dishes fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;
And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits, it ain't supper 'thout bread.
Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And on each Hallow's Eve he returns to the site,
Where his body was hung on an old oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.
He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.
'Twas she who belied his where-abouts,
So he searches for her within and without;
So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.
Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallow's Eve,
Now I've said my piece and be taken' my leave.
Judy Ball
Dumb as a sack of hammers,
He thinks he knows it all.
He knows enough to get him by,
But blames you if he falls.
He's careful but not confident.
He's never known a day,
When he was happy or content.
He never learned to play.
He blames all that upon his wife.
Lord knows she isn't perfect;
But he blames her for everything,
And says she is defect.
If things go wrong as things will do,
He blames her for it all.
He knows he didn't cause it,
So she must take the fall.
He complains most every day,
'Bout this, that or the other.
Life in general he can't take,
Seems breathing is a bother.
He blames her for their lot in life.
'Thout her he'd be rich.
It's all her fault, he knows it is,
She's such a stupid *****.
For years she's lived with naught but strife.
Not one good word he's spoken.
What would he do without his wife,
Without his little token?
He knows he really needs her.
'Thout her he'd be alone.
No one else would hang around,
And listen to him moan.
He needs her there for company,
To play his little game.
Without her he'd be all alone,
And then who would he blame?
Judy Ball
Some people wouldn't be happy if you peed in their cornflakes.
Do you see it, do you know
What the mirror sees, how you glow?
Your eyes so bright so fascinating
Your smile so wide, illuminating
You love so well, your soul so free
You embrace it all, even me
Your life seems so simple, you make it so
Although there is much I don't see, or even know
You often can wander, amuse yourself
When I would be stricken, and confused - Myself
Things I would never dare, not even consider
You lunge into 'thout care, 'thout even a dither
You laugh when you smile, and smile thence thus
The whole world is your oyster, quick joy your lust
I can see you now, walking, bright-eyed, into life
the grand marquee, the circus, all strife
You don't care if anyone is near, beside you
Don't care for anyone to protect, to hide you
So where will you go, and what will you do
When all others fail, and I in shadow, lover, mute
Do you think of consequence, of failure, like me
Or do you surge on, no care, conscience free
I often wonder, as I wander in my analytical fugue
Do you wonder, feel, love, know, as I do?
when wind blows and engine wails
when music rises and tires tear
when gears shift, up without fail
when landscape passes, so does fear
when heart beats and smites in chest
when senses race, beg for life
when human instinct cries, protests
when arrow rises, up and right
when gas is streaming, brakes lie still
when roaring wind fills the head
when speed is great, enough to kill
when glory beckons, til now unfed
when all thoughts leave, save for one
when nothing's left, no pain, despair
when this is reached, the wall undone
this is perfection, without compare
thus who would now this venture dare
who would in this state entail
now who would offer a heartsick pra'er
to the dark Gods, reap souls 'thout fail
we mortals seek this place oh why
this place where thought is total, s'pressed
s'pressed all thought but race or die
race for ever, or from reality fly
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