FOR HONOR
The powerful oak doth tower above
while the willow whines and weeps.
The snow bunny toughs out winters
trials the grizzly groans and sleeps
Can the make of a man best be assessed
by the size of the dog in the fight,
or character's bent that can't be spent,
in matters of wrong or right?
A rebel's soul, a wander lust,
a spirit freed, a cloud of dust.
No blame lain, or broken trust.
A rambling man's feet never rust.
The fool without tools, learnt getting burnt,
often lept into the fray.
His lone wish, don't serve empty dish,
like the love on his plate each day.
Was never taught how to be a man.
The streets teach do or dying
If only heard, these simple words,
"The honor is in the trying."
Many a student sees school subjects like 123... ten
Many a student thinks it a den
Such makes out of each a slug
Without taking note it's a humbug
That needs to be attacked with felicity
Through little weeny ferocity
Many a student works with team
Many a student matches alone with his dream
Thus makes his efforts seem dry
As if he had never for once try
Despite the enlightenment of the town
Should have not mark him drown
Many a student works delightfully with codes
Many a student boasts grotesquely of his modes
Leading his way through the same bush
Which the warries and wears continually push
Ends up to pleasurably park
While the toughs blissfully bark
He is the family's pet
Who no one dears spank
Got him the gut to bet
No troubles bank
But the course of great career never did run smooth
That makes one soothe
The possessions I pray upon,
Are not meant for me to grasp,
Toughs of becoming a man,
Is unreachable like the stars.
Joy I once had turned into fear,
Prayers, miracles and faith,
Are words that flow meaningless in my heart?
Someday I will plant my seed and watch them grow.
Emotional tides flows in and out like ocean waves,
Knowledge I inherited through family is now a thin line,
It is slowly disappearing into air without of a clue,
What will I be able to find?
Intelligently confused,
About the choices I took,
The mistakes I have made,
I just will know once I die.
I do not really know,
I really do not care,
For now in life I will overcome my presence,
And move on to next lifetime.
I can’t get the moors
out of my skin -
me the wild bog asphodel
now planted
in a pot in tame Ohio.
The moors grind you
into peat and gritstone,
they keep walking you around
while the open spaces sweep you dry,
even in the downpouring sky,
even under the bitter grasp
of banshee winds.
Who would lament
the bone hammering miles
trudged between hags and toughs,
the flat featureless,
slog over those high acres
of heather and mist?
Yet I find myself to be this longing,
to be this itch to find my own wilderness
here in suburbia.
You may find me now
strolling along the grassy edges
of Mall parking lots,
spot my shadow climbing a sunny day;
my head bent into an imaginary horizon,
eyes following paths that only
shaggy sheep can trace.
I can’t get the moors
out of my skin;
me the indirect descendant of Jim Bowie,
the wild colonial boy
now planted like a
‘Wandering Jew’ in a pot,
in tame Ohio.
Planted in a State
where few venture
far from their high school roots.
The moors grind you
into peat and gritstone,
They keep walking you around
while the open spaces sweep you dry,
even in the downpouring sky,
even under the bitter grasp
of banshee winds.
Who could love such as these?
Who lament
the bone hammering miles
trudged between hags
and toughs, the flat featureless,
rambling, high acres
of heather and mist?
Yet, I find myself to be this longing,
to be this itch to find my own wilderness
here in suburbia.
Here you may find me
strolling along the grassy edges
of Mall parking lots,
spot my shadow
climbing a sunny day;
my head bent into an imaginary horizon,
eyes following paths
that only shaggy sheep can trace.
If you want to find out what it's all about,
Go to East End, where the toughs hang out;
Where street-smart girls, their skirts unfurled-
Through the wicked streets whirl.
Nights down there-always stark,
Hipcats smiling in the dark;
And the sun shines down through all the days-
Down on wayward ways!
Dead flowers lie in the street,
As people run from the heat.
Rose tattoo and butterfly;
Ruby lips; mascara eye.
Motorcycles in the mist,
Flashing lights; clenched fist;
They move as if in a craze,
Through the city's maze.
In the streets and alleyways, they clash,
Seasons change with a splash,
But, warriors ever, ever advance-
Though they haven't a chance!
If you want to find out what it's all about,
Go to East End, where the toughs hang out;
In leather pant, and faded jean-
It's noplace, if you get what I mean.
Due to an injury, love's scars can be seen.
In matters of love scars fade like a dream
Scars of beauty they are declared.
Some refer to as ugly because they're scared.
Love leaves scars which most do possess.
Bestow scars of ivory to grace toughs who've conquest
Mother, you surpass all
Your care like layers packed
Altogether to cater forever
That beyond leisure you treasured
Mother, the way you smiled
When I wailed
And the way you laughed off my toughs
The bough you fed my hunger
To please your daughter
You hid your anger
Mother, the measure of your gracious sachet
A sachet packed of love and tenderness
A sachet that bloomed to open
A scarlet heart whose little memory
For your daughter forevermore a story
And the tatters do not matter mother
For you gathered the masterly together
Courageous you did not disown
My shut eyes
My disability, your inability
Mum you added spice
And my wrongs
You hesitated not to make nice
Forevermore your favour my saviour
I live to chant,
To chant your name on a flag
A flag I will always rise, and raise to flag
To flag your true feminism my heroine.
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.
Truth shall hold, and set one free
Righteousness shall reign, and let one be
Ornaments that fold, unfold at three
Under father of rain, Son Spirit be
Brighter rising against cold, sun must set free
Little to pay for pain, pans heat no fee
Else to run but feign, turns just as bee
Satan to gain is held, guns must turn thee
Nearness to profuse bled, fate to be battling
Every soldier who led, every battle heartbreaking
Very valiant Hopes' bed, every turn traits nothing
Ever ever be fed, with troublesome king
Really feeling in head, to know not a thing
Children to eat what? Much toil less pay
Every sun day fat, all man day's week
Away son may in, fall but none say
Cool amen but chat, tall but so mick
Earlier as if was in, call on phone made nay
To want want humble, to get all gamble
Over and over a life, luck never stumble
Bet wat never fumble, work work never humble
Every God wish wife, never ever but tickle
At protests in the 60's
We were dragged away in cuffs.
The cops arrested everyone -
The peaceniks and the toughs.
As we grew up, the only cuffs
Were those found on our pants.
Designers did determine when
Those bottoms would enhance.
The senior years have now arrived
And cuffs are all the rage
As we strap them on and pump them
So our pressure* we can gauge.
*blood pressure
A sassy moon hangs in the sky,
the bar's full, and you're feeling spry.
And amidst the laughter and jeers,
the waiter shouts, "last call for beers."
This tavern is the best, bar none,
you'd love to stay, but have to run.
And so, you head out to your car
parked in the back; it's not too far.
And driving home whistling a tune,
you floor the gas; you'll be there soon.
And the car screams at your touch,
grinding the gears, you smoke the clutch.
Death reaches in and grabs the wheel,
then everything turns surreal.
For, with the sound of breaking glass,
you're thrown free, landing on the grass.
An infant was killed in the crash,
her small skull crushed upon the dash.
Your heart bursts in an anguished cry,
this can't be so; God let me die!
You are taken away in cuffs
to a jail full of cops and toughs.
And you think on what you've done,
all, for a drunken night of fun.
(Rhyme)
11/18/2017
This new election feels like rape,
By scum and playground toughs,
With many I once thought were friends
Now cowards, powder puffs.
Has Christian virtue lost its shine?
Republicans in charge?
No brother’s keepers in their ranks?
Racists and liars at large?
Well, half the voters still have legs,
I have not lost all hope,
Though anti-science may have won
Their leadership’s on dope.
Trump judges others for his crimes,
Christ crucified again,
When innocent are pilloried,
The guilty think they win.
A victory by grade school kids,
Impoverished of soul,
That waylay others after school,
Let God’s truth still console.
Your bones will mend, your bruise will heal,
Though Trump’s flag is unfurled,
This infamy will also pass,
It’s God who made the world!
Long Tooth
November 15, 2016
shall I wake or lie down so that my enemies shall rejoice?
Shall I let them chants victory songs afar in their hiding places?
they mock me every hour whenever their toughs wiggle,
their mouths are a palace of deceit guided by hooligans,
if I wake up they mourn and peep on their shadow of darkness,
strengthen my legs that I walk and not stumble on their traps,
enlighten me that I see with eyes blazing fire like eagles,
let me see the beyond the horizon of the earth
and lead me to the precious path
where only the heart sees
and dwells.
Amen.
POEM 31 MY BEAUTY OF BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS
MY TOUGHS DEFINE MY BEING ALIVE
MY BEING ALIVE IS DEFINED MY THROUGH & MY THOUGHTS!!!
MY BEAUTY IS REPRESENTED MY THROUGH & MY THOUGHTS111
MY BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS ARE THE KEY OF MY BEING ALIVE.!!!
BY: MY.JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
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