Obituary of DAVID FRED JONES-
Here we gather today to pay homage of a lost brother whom lived and died
We honor him with are presents as we mourn his lost of live in this plane and time.. Today we celebrate the life of he whom we know and loved..
Obituary
Name: David Fred Jones
Nicknames: Dave/Too Tall Tavid
Date of birth: Thursday 11th January 1979 (Age 40)
Star sign: Capricorn
Nationality: British
Ethnicity: Mixed
Social class: Middle class
Religion:Agnostic
Sexuality: Straight
Education: PhD Business and Political science College graduate
Political views: Left
Relationship status: in a relationship with Wade Emma Dean(engaged)
Probable age if death 62
Probably cause of death killed during an extreme ironing competition
Coinciding with chronic lower respiratory disease heart disease from falling off a cliff
Funeral noteworthy attendees...
Wade Emma Dean, aged 70 girlfriend
Weston Herb Norton 62 friend
Elsie Israel Jones (nee Craig) aged 92 mother
Maximus Sonny Jones 67 brother
Kelly Ashton Shannon ex girl friend
Rest
In
Peace
DAVID FRED JONES
~1/11/79-5/12/19~
5/12/19
Categories:
weston, analogy, appreciation, bereavement, character,
Form: Epitaph
They stand on the corner anything you want they got,
Some do the deals some run the money and some call shots,
All of them are ready to pop at the first signs of a problem,
Smith n Weston and Glock know just how to solve them,
These boys are no joke they stay with one in the chamber,
They be the real definition of a true gang banger,
Quick to snatch a life in a min with no second guessing,
Putting snitches in body bags so that they learn they lesson,
This isn't a hobby for them this is everyday life,
They married to the game no time for kids and wife's,
Blood in and blood out or sometimes plata o plomo,
Turning your back on your family is a major nono,
It's getting crazy on these streets these boys run in groups,
Most of them were trained by the army so it's groups of troops,
Armed to the teeth with new age armor and weapons,
If you see them on your block get your self to stepping,
Cause they show no remorse innocent or not,
When bullets start flying everyone's getting shot.
~DM2~
Categories:
weston, family, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Allow me please to introduce you to some of my friends
but treat them with respect or else they'll send you round the bend.
Don't mess with the Hogfather if you don't want a vendetta
the side effects take days to go before you're feeling better.
Thistly Cross in small amounts will leave you warm as mustard
but stick within your limits, less it turns your brains to custard
A night with Henry Weston leaves me walking kind of funny
and seductive charm of Old Rosie can make my eyes go runny.
I know that I have sometimes thought of going on the wagon
only to find myself ensnared in the clutches of Black Dragon.
Of all the things I think of that can make my smile much wider
when down my throat none float my boat like good old British cider.
Cheers!
For contest 'A vice you love', sponsor Rob Carmack
November 14th 2015
Categories:
weston, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Complexus-Syntaxus-Maximus
Complexity-Syntaxity
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound
Flamboyant expression
Poetic modernity new.
Seeking no rifacimento
Onomatopoeia
Confusing readers so
Intricate verses make us blue.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 22, 2014
(Double Dactyl)
Categories:
weston, allegory, confusion, imagery, introspection,
Form: Double Dactyl
Precious by Weston Gregory
She is the kinda lady that leaves a man
wanting more
breathless, excited, immerse in
precious kinda crazy
an open door to charms impossible to
ignore
ignites fire sears deep within
and erase fears that you have of things
absolving instead of making you live in
regrets smothering ring
a spirit so free you crave to bring her in
but well you know that life would be like a
prison
so wanting more you leave her be
an eagle soaring
than a park fed pigeon
WG
Categories:
weston, desire, girl, love,
Form: Dramatic Verse
My Yard the fruit bouquet By Weston Gregory
Its gonna be that day again,
when the sunshine reveal the morning
And makes you smile,
To watch a petal opening its fragrant scent
drawing you right in
Atop the dew on a leafy limb, flying fast a humming bird pause;
Then whiz, again passing your eyes glistening and the feelings
Breathtaking
I’m foliage free but my yard isn't like me
From its height a pear,
A heart shape avocado dotting about the sour sop
Could not have its tangy sweetness retract
Its skin like a spiky hat
Bread fruit, mango custard and hanging just a stretch
Planted for a next man to get
The fruit none other than the sweet sop
Barely can you refuse the bumpy look its got
None the nectar that have anything on that
All year round sight and scent of hibiscus, water lily, Cercee
And orchid
All but make our glad bag bust
That though elusive
Such bouquet can be found in our yard its beauty an
Added bonus
Categories:
weston, animal, bird, fruit, nature,
Form: Dramatic Verse
A Kite by Weston Gregory
Gamed and played, swift to flight
a kite outbound disengaged from
gravity's might
A laughter of sort at least a smile
that by and by we can untangle
humanity's plight
By swish and swirl and crazy hoops
a kite lighten burden inspires hope on
journey not new
yet, ever changing when life's wind blew
until all's but distant sight, held by cords
and glue
Above horizon daunting for me and you
but, a cinch for a kite with faith inbrued
a chime to dance the rhythm which
nature taught true....
w. gregory
Categories:
weston, adventure, analogy, brother, faith,
Form: Verse
My Friend by Weston Gregory
I'm glad you are my friend
And you are interesting
There’re no dull moments
And we can share what each
Other thinking,
Though its been tested of a fact
But we're invested in what we've got
We fought tooth and nail to remain
At that and nothing going to change
That as friend first we attached.
I'm better for deciding not to stay alone
You heal my broken heart
With you is my home
Amongst its value this love has help
Me to grow
And deal with the issues as they come
And they go
Though mistakes we are prone to make
And bitter words are some times said
We forgive. We forgive. We forgive
We forgive. We forgive. We forgive
We forgive
And like water under the bridge
Those complex emotion simple love finally singe
Leading the way a stronger friend still
Categories:
weston, beautiful, emotions, friend, friendship,
Form: Verse
Inspire by Weston Gregory
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through the
leaves,
I'm so inspired by what I see.
Its way though not easy to say
I sigh when the rare jasmine bloom.
I smile at the monarch butterfly
choreograph loops,
and laugh in this lazy afternoon
I all but spy its spectrum hue
and am left mesmerize by its hovering
on the west bound horizon too,
Jamaica is haunted by a spectre of
gloom,
on its fading from sight on Negril west end
soon
As if wishing on a dream
Within the swirl of unsynchronized scenes
our nature predicts tomorrow
Whether serendipitous or nightmarish
horror.
Response well to a global hallow
a prayer;
Goodnight my blossom see you in the morning,
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through leaves.....
Categories:
weston, beautiful, dream, earth, inspiration,
Form: Verse
The strength is often of things
that's spoken
and word sound renews our hope.
There are direct relation to
paths that's taken
when we all heed what's discuss.
So, open your mind to a cosmic
connection,
communicating and being determine
there is where you will always endear
unique qualities of your yearning,
Transmitting symbiotically while
helping other to find there footing.
What hasn't, isn't necessary never to be.
What dwell on us most though,
are the regrets of our past; misdeeds.
Where opportunity floss and love lost
find us grieving our doubted abilities,
but, natural gifts not sparing hits
hold the place of not just an optimist;
in its rebirth a phoenix is more dynamic...
Categories:
weston, analogy, emotions, journey, metaphor,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Pearl in sand of marble
by
Weston Gregory
Its her eyes, its her smile,
she's a wonderful girl all
the while.
There's no doubt where ever
she goes every man wants a bly;
One set waits on the corner and
whistle when she's passing by
one's bold and step up to her
to tell her hi.
She smiles, glints her eyes
and tell them bye bye,
good nature'ly telling them
please don't try.
Where ever she goes she
stands out,
walking,
talking,
standing, she's a classy lady
that's why
She's a pearl in sand of marbles
she's the season, modestly showing
she's stable'
An essence of fragrant petal,
her charm is no fable.
Categories:
weston, beautiful, beauty, love, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Love in Marriage
For this reason, love precious joy
is shared, expressed;
that within the confine of marriage
its significance, are memories
though sometime small
hold the most potent experience.
Marrraige is a give and take
love is a give all you can take
marriage is equal estate,
love gift offering keeps you
fill while never sate.
For satisfaction, love though
is not lacking in conviction,
marriage on the other hand
is truly the best one,
offering completion one to
another to safe guard our
institutions.
From seeing its growth,
feeling its unadulterated dose,
love in marriage truly make for
the best strokes.
of importance, not to be side tracked
are the loveliness of our children
when mom and dad tie the knot.
A bond of inclusiveness
A bond resolved on two people
promise to share in matrimony
love for all eternity.
Categories:
weston, journey, life, love, marriage,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
On March 8, 2008, Isziah Jacob Weston life was taken away by God.
As the days goes by, we still think about you.
We know your in a better place, looking down on us.
You said " One day God go take, when he take me, he go take me"
Everybody go keep it "Thuggin" for you.
We all miss you smile, laugh, smell, just everything about you.
We all wish we could have said something else to you, said a last see you later.
But we can't, and it hurts so much.
You are a good brother, son, friend, cousin,and nephew.
Your truly missed by a lot of people.
We support your family though this loss.
We will always remember all the good times we had with you.
All the laughs, fights, arugments, just every moment we spent with you.
So to Isziah " Zay Zay" Weston, your life will live on with us.
We all know your with God, and he's taken good care of you, and we know your
going to look down on us.
Happy that we are living our lives and always thinking about you.
R.I.P Zay
Categories:
weston, family, life, loss, love,
Form: Bio