Black sheep to goat
Pull out a pen & pad and please take note
But make sure the pad is thick and the pen is filled with ink
'Cause I have a truckload of information that'll make you think
This tale is not for the faint of heart
The clandestine dealings behind the veil from the very start
Who would've thought the main character would be little ol' me?
Yes. Little humble me, the black sheep of the family
Quiet vitriol figured prominently in the familial landscape
I thought it was about giving, receiving, and showing love, but I realized I had to escape
Run, yes, run to my beautiful destiny
Away, far away from dark energy
I pondered as I wandered... just reeling
Why or How could this be while I licked my wounds, waiting for healing?
But as I looked within for refuge and solace
Edifying messages from ancestral guides kept whispering, "You got this; now keep the promise."
So, the promise I shall humbly keep
Today I am the goat; gone is the day of the black sheep
She was a less-than-truckload lady
Who’d signed a contract for the long haul
With the interstate driver she married.
But that trucker kept a bogus bill of lading
And a logbook full of lot lizard flings.
So now she’s rolling down the big slab
In her hubby’s bobtail bulldog,
His gooseneck flatbed stranded in the wings.
She’d just renewed her CDL for diesel;
Her unexpected dispatch wasn’t forced.
Her old man was a cracker-headed weasel.
She left him feeling semi divorced.
Semi divorced, like a rider unhorsed.
She took away his way to keep on trucking.
Semi divorced was the judgement, of course.
He fooled around with fire and got a f*cking.
What you say?
I say, he fooled around with fire and got a f*cking!
We hear dat.
A hoarder? Me? No way.
I have more than one path in almost every room.
The dogs can always find their way out.
Of course I keep my garbage. Spies would love to have that on the curb.
You never know when you are going to need that egg carton, right?
You do-gooders can get off my property!
It should not bother anyone else how I live my life.
Gladys, can I put some more barrels in your yard?
What about beside the shed?
Just good stuff I might need later.
I promise there are no rats in these.
A truckload or two. Just for a couple of years.
You are as bad as the do-gooders!
I hate you all!
I opened the door
and let the flood roll in
all I said was how are you
a plain simple answer
would have sufficed
but no- here it was
the whole truckload
of ungodly manure
dumped at my feet
piled so high up
my nose and ears
were full of it
not once but twice
and come to think of it
it’s every single time
I doubt I really need this
it isn’t sane or healthy
remembering I’m trying to
unclutter my own mess
clear my own backyard
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on December 14, 2018
Shippers of Slippers
What we saw were some shippers,
Of a truckload of supreme slippers;
A closet full;
Out pair pull,
And no one at all would whip hers.
Hillary not only was but also always
had the best compared to rest.
Jim Horn
Feeling
Feelings. Ain’t they a funny thing?
Wondering, feeling, thinking, sinking.
Why? Oh why? Oh, I see you are wrong;
Oh yes that’s right. like the words of a song;
Of hope and joy, what a wonderful world.
Reality sucks when a boy meets a girl.
Who will be first to give up on love?
Who will be first to unlearn how to trust?
God only knows, good heavens above.
Humans know Earth; we know its no good.
Death and despair, we have it by the truckload.
Come get it for free; everything must go!
We’ve already sold love, trust, deception and honesty;
Everything is just a word.
There is no such thing, as a true honest feeling.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
go, Hesekiah
i couldn't give a truckload
of bean barley soup
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
What is FEAR? But weakness leaving the body, crap I say!
Fear is in the heart and soul of us all
Living in the recesses of our minds
Hiding, sneeky lil, ‘astard!
Conquer your fears young one, and you shall be the master of your destiny,
What a truckload of bull!
Only love can defeat this enemy, and this world is in short supply
But the demand grows greater day by day!!!
Grab ev’ry moment of happiness
Cling to those bits of bliss,
For they are so few and far between
Pain and suffering rule this world dear one...
Even for one moment of truelove
I would gladly trade in the years I have left
For if you have walked through that door before..
You know that you would give your life to feel its embrace once more,
If only for a moment......
the babbler (trying their hardest to
convince themselves of what they
claim to believe in public)
saying to one who does not feel
that there is anything beyond this
momentary pubic hair of existence
that “there has to be something more” &
that “there has to be something
mysterious” & “that there has to be
something greater” & then directly
following that truckload of fallacious
statements by informing your
conversational pal that “it” speaks to
you personally on a daily basis, that
its plans have been all laid out in a work
of fiction written a couple thousand
years ago & that it has created a
permanent place for you forever
where you need never question
anything or fear being harmed.
TEXAS
Is a vast place, bigger than France, and in many ways much more interesting.
El Capitan reef, the Pecos, the Panhandle, all conjure up more imagination
Than a truckload of Monmartres, a shovelful of escargot, or a herd of poodles
Heaven for me must have stetsons and not guys with chic scarves and wineglasses,
Women who can jump a quarter-horse and round up a hundred maverick longhorn,
Not wasp-waisted scowlers with absurd dresses mincing on imaginary tightropes
In a far off place, a little child cries itself to sleep again as the night before,
He doesn’t understand why his little bloated body is weak and covered with sores.
This was the life he was born into and no one here seems to really care,
While we stuff ourselves, a child is near death because we don’t take the time to open our
hearts and share.
I think there ought to be an Army that goes into these countries armed only with food,
medicine, and a whole truckload of love,
To give hope, to the hopeless! What a blessing and testimony to our Savior up above.
Our pets get fed better than these poor people do,
And it is not necessarily their fault the tribulations they are going through.
I thank God that I have never had a child of mine cry itself to sleep because there was no
food for it to eat,
It may not have always been what they wanted, but they never went hungry or had to beg
upon the streets.
I am poor, but I am blessed in more ways than I will ever know,
And everyday I thank the Lord as I watch my love for Him grow.
A neurotic like me,
Unlikely to eat,
For days at a time,
Cause I'm in some dumb snit,
Or just don't give a "spit"
Eventually the hunger takes hold,
And I over react,
Or so I've been told...
And wind up ordering,
$50 worth of Chinese food,
Or pizza by truckload,
Depending on mood...
And such hunger was so over gauged,
Soon my food budget, is far outstaged...
And that order must last me 2 weeks,
Till I'm sick of that type of food,
And avoid it for months,
Till the next craving
Again makes me a dunce...