We use to know
Howt o put thinggs down.
People gowin roundd,
Their lives tied behindt em by a spyne of brown strings.
You know we use to know howter kill cows
Wid the back af wharrever, hacking instrument hong at hande
D blunt end woul send your bovine friend awai
So she will not com back fora longg tyme.
So in that tyme as longe, you took excellent care ov her estaite
The horns and steaks te table ate
While shi's gone, til she returns
When you're old ant your world's all yor young wone learns
An told cow come back an says she, 'thanks'
'I appreciated the efficient dispatch'.
How she gloons to see them, kids completed
Kids that cow-Madame herself haz fedd.
And be it forehead uf god, or the middle of d brow of ya reldest cow,
We use to know
D special spots.
The places fork cortingg, and lovingg, and dyingg
The spot betweeain dose dopey grass-my-eyes,
Staring back at yer in e abattoir
Or th slightly reddedd board in d smokey olt barn.
And yu knew
That if you 'it that spot juss righ
D eyes die inside, no feel, no figh,
Wonn touch, noi much,
An owt went the lights.
Categories:
tyme, animal, dark, death, food,
Form: Free verse
Grammar Cops
By Franklin Price
01/17/2020
Grammar cops, this poem's for you
Was board with nothing else two dew
Their are mistakes: you'll sea a few
I'm posting on my Facebook to
If you wood like correct them awl
You're fixes argh a welcome thing
I'll stop write now to give you tyme
Otherwise might take till spring
Win you think that you are done
Sinned them back, too me, the won
Who rote them down, and not so well,
That could be good, for you to tell.
Categories:
tyme, abuse, fun, language,
Form: Rhyme
Here lies the body of Nick O Tyme
Who never thought of crossing the line
Lived his life as quiet as could be
Only stimulant consumed was tea
Saved a lady from the path of a train
Regarding which he was true to his name
Result for him was not quite the same
***
November 14, 2019
F G I series 3 epitaph
Brian Strand, sponsor
Categories:
tyme, death, funeral, hero, life,
Form: Epitaph
MAKE ME FEEL RIGHT
WHEN I'M BLUE
SPEAKS HER LOVE TO ME
AND I KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO
KIND WHEN SHE NEEDS TO BE
SWEETLY SHE SPEAKS HER WORDS
NEVER NEGLECTS MY NEEDS
AND RESPECTS MY EGO
LET'S ME BE THE MAN I NEED TO BE
JUST TO LET ME KNOW
SHE LOVES ME
SHE LOVES ME
AND I KNOW SHE REALLY DO
MAKES ME LOOK TOWARD TO THE NIGHT
AND SHE TAKES HER TYME TO
DO WHAT SHE DO
LOVE YOU BABY !
I REALLY DO
Categories:
tyme, beautiful, beauty, break up,
Form: Ballad
shaved roasted pork butt
about 10 pounds (cooked rare and shaved)
in a large pot combine
3 cups of diced onions
1/4 cup of minced garlic
4 tablespoons of salt
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoons of tyme
1 tablespoon of basil
3 cups of green peppers
2 cups of olive oil
2 cups of dried tomatos
5 cups of shredded cabbage
2 cups of shredded carrots
2 cups of shredded fennel bulb
saute in the oil until the vegges are wilted, add one quart of pork stock
5 tablespoons of anchovie paste, allow to simmer if the mixture reducesto about half you've measured right, if it doesn't, add 2/3 cups of heavycream, and then add 1 1/2 cups of brown roux, create a sauce, add pork and place in a 350 degree oven, serve with rice ( you can also serve with some steamed shrimp )
Categories:
tyme, celebration, celebrity, feelings, fish,
Form: Ballad
TRAITS AND SIMULARITES MADE US
THINK OF HIM AS WE DID, THE
PERSON WE CHAMPIONED
ONE LACKED THE ABILITY
TO CREATE A CAUSE FOR
PEOPLE TO LOVE HIM
THE OTHER EXSIST AS WE ARE
TO CHAMPION HIM AS CAUSE
ONE HORSE VERSES THE OTHER
MAKES US SPEAK IN LIGHT OF
A NEW SUBJECT
THE EXTERNAL IMPACT FROM ONE
GIVES THE FANS OF THE OTHER
THE SUGAR NEEDED FOR THE BOOST
OF ENERGY THAT WOULD MAKE THEM
FEEL STRONG ENOUGH TO BE FOOLISH
GIFTED MEN WITH THE
INTELLEGANCE TO STUDY AND TRAIN
FOR THE FORFLLMENT OF BELEIVING
EACH CAUSE ARE SEEN IN A LIGHTSOUT
VENUE WHERE THOSE WHO WISH TO
SEE CAN, YET ON THE OTHERHAND
HE WITH STAMINIA SHALL ENDURE, MIGHT
HIS WISEDOM PROVIDE THE GATEWAY
TO THE SUCCESS NEEDED TO FORFILL
WHAT OTHER EXSPECT OF HIM
BUT TO THOSE WHO WISH IT SO
THAT THE AREANA OF BATTLE
CHALLENGES MEN.
THEIR CONFLICTS, AND ABILITY TO
BE BEST AT SHOW, REGARDLY OF
THE BUSINESS OF THE INDUSTRY
COMMANDS.
EPISODE SIX OF pappy's COW, BY DOJO SIGNIF, BAD-BAD RHINECARTE, FURCOATS AND AGREEABLE WOMEN. SWAG-ANDSHINE, DEW IT FOR ME ONE MORE TYME !
Categories:
tyme, culture, encouraging, fruit, integrity,
Form: Ballad
TAKE SOME IME AND READ BETWEEN THE LINES
NUTURE THOSE WORDS WHICH NEED NUTURING
CAUSE ATTENTION TO THE PARTS THAT NEED TO
HAVE ATTENTION, ONE VERSE LEAD TO ANOTHER
AND BUILDS-UP TO CLIMAX AND RESTART THE CHORUS
IN THE VERSE ONE LINE STARTS THE NEXT COVERSATION
UNTIL YOU AND I COME TOGETHER TO BEGAN THE CHORUS.
COMPLIMENTS AND GREETINGS, SMOOCHES AND KISSES
TIL WE GET DOWN TO GETTING DOWN.
THE TWO SOPRANOS MUMBLE ENOUGH TO BE HEARD
THE ALTOS AND TENORS SING CLEARLY SO THE SONG CAN BE HEARD
THE BASS' PUT BOTTOM AND COME BACK ON TOP, WHEN WE START
DUETING THEN THEY STOP. TAKE HEED TO WHAT'S GOING ON, IT MORE COMPLEX THAN THE OTHER SONG'S, TAKE SOME TIME WE GONNA DO-IT RIGHT
THEY'LL APPLAUD THIS ON AND ASK FOR ONE MORE NIGHT
GET THAT LOVE, CAUSE THE LOVE IS WHAT WE NEED.
SUGAR BABY HONEY BUN, SWEET PIE, YOUR THE SWETEST ONE
LET ME KNOW JUST HOW YOU FEEL, SWEET STICKY THANG, THAT FOO REEL
AINT GOT NO TYME, TIL THE NEXT ONE, LET DO-IT RIGHT,YOU KNOW THE ONE
WE CAN AD-LID A FADE IF THE SOUND IS RIGHT, CRISP ENOUGH, THEY'LL SAY YOU KNOW THAT'S RIGHT.
Categories:
tyme, business, confidence, culture, desire,
Form: Ballad
2 pie crust
two butterflied chicken breast fillets
to make a stuffing
puree ten medium shrimps, 1/2 stick of butter four tablespoons of white wine, 3 chopped green onions
cayeene pepper, 1/2 cup of heavycream, white pepper, 1/4 cup of parsely 1/2 teaspoon of tyme, mix in a blender, not adding the cream, once incorporated, add heavy cream to make a fluffy creamy stuffing, spoon into chicken use all of it between the two, place chicken on pie crust, using eggwash to seal the edges, make a design if wanting too, cook until golden brown.
sevre with salad and wine
1 up of sauted mushrooms(sliced), 1 cup of sauted onions(halfed and sliced), 1 cup of sauted green peppers........( 4 pounds of potroast cooked until it shredded, five baked potatoes,(cubed) two cups of sourcream, mix together,
like a potatoes salad, and sever witopped with green onions.
Categories:
tyme, art, celebration, celebrity, chocolate,
Form: Burlesque
I was once on the block doin nothin but chasing dreams
bein a shadow to a phantom you kno what i mean.
my goals were only one an that was make it thru the day
an my acheivements was only one an that was if by that tyme i got paid.
so you can c why my lyfe went down the drain
sprialing outta control lost in this game.
but most all my mistakes are becoming my lessons
an i realize now that i neva really got to count my blessings.
cuz i may be at my bottom but i can only go up from here
been to hell an bacc but aint got tyme to shed a tear.
now i realize its about tyme i asked 4 sum help
cuz ive been on my kness nite an day prayin 4 a way out.
I can no longer c thru all this darkness ive been walkin round blind
an now i need a lil light an im thinkin its about tyme......
Categories:
tyme, growth, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
how long I love you
there is not tyme
no loop over would do
tell me true
me n u
what is there
do u care
enough to see
I'm not there
Categories:
tyme, love, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Today marks the day for a new beginning. Times are hard. Times have changed. Time is urs, so start maintaining. As a kid u watch, listen, and half ass pay attention. To the ways of life and all its dimension. As time goes on and u get older. U start to implement the things that everyone has showed u. Continuing in age growth u notice the trend. That over time it all comes to an end.
Categories:
tyme, journey, life, time, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Reed Four Sound
(a homophobic poem)
By Franklin Price
4/26/2015
Reed four sound
Knot Goode grammar
Here watts hear
On my pinned paige
Eye right it hear
Fore ewe two sea
Cud bee a song
a dough ray me
By sum tyme
Minutes oar ours
Mite knead a weak
Too make sum cents
Of awl thee words
Red wright hear
its awl right
Two sip a bier
Homophones
Knot hard to here
Watt you're ayes reed
Knot herd thee same
Ate words oar mower
Knot watt they seam
Finnished Dunne
My mined Stihl screams
Categories:
tyme, fun,
Form: Rhyme
MacJock looked uptight
When we said "That's not right,
We're not paying one pence you see"
Den Finn swung and missed
With his powerful fist
And it landed on the jaw of McGee
MacJock grabbed a bottle
Intending to throttle
The closest poor sod in his way
And this caused a ruckus
McGee was so luckless
It certainly wasn't his day
But when Macjock hit McGee
He went flying you see
And busted MacJock's new table
Then McGee tossed a chair
Clear through the air
Hoping MacJock to disable
The others ensued
In this Hullaballoo
Until, all I could see was the brawl
There were glasses and mugs
Bottles and jugs
Smashing against every wall
The place was a mess
I sure can attest
When the fightin' came to its end
Not an eye was still blinking
So I started thinking
Dat its tyme to go 'ome un mend
Just one more part will end it
Categories:
tyme, drink, humorous, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
Hitting up the club is not a new thing.
Every tyme I go something new the night will bring.
Saw him, eyes connected ryte away.
A new victim, yes he is my prey.
Met in the middle of the dance floor.
Within two songs he fell in love, wanting to head to the door.
Thinking to myself, "This is gonna be one hell of a night."
I whispered in his ear, "Take me to higher hights."
He took off his shirt flexing as the club froze right there.
Then he started dancing on me yet everyone else eyes he did not care.
Pulls me close and begins singing in my ear.
My mind starts racing, feeling out of this world yet everything is near.
Enjoyed the gentleness of his hands.
Staying together all night is both of our plans.
Met in the middle of the dance floor.
Got married at the bathroom door.
Enjoyed the married lyfe.
Got divorced by the end of the night.
Categories:
tyme, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Once again trapped in the darkness with worded guns still trapped,
Im just trying to make a statement that will make it on this American map,
Im getting old as I only live this youth once so I best live it searching for light in darkness of black,
Years gone by a lost youth going away time lost that I wont ever get back,
So it best I get back on the track.........
Now iz a tyme for flames hope I spark this,
Poetry like mine many will come from places near and far and embark in this,
I will literally be the found ancient lost seen lockness.....
Lord please guide this soul as I am standing in the darkness......yet again....
Categories:
tyme, confusion, depression, fear, introspection,
Form: Blank verse
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