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|  A poetry forum dedicated strictly to poetry. Poets can use this poetry forum for poetry workshops, sharing poetic techniques, discussing aspects of poetry, poetry publishing, and the poetry industry. So post and share your personal poetry here... Last edited by cRAYz on 2019-10-01 19:39:51 | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2018-06-01 22:32:44(336Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| A Dogs Plea Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I might lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when the sound of your footstep falls upon my waiting ears. Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food that I might stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready , willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger. And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this Earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands. by Beth Norman Harris | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2018-06-02 14:59:07(336Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| The Life Of A Cupcake They put me in the oven to bake. Me, a deprived and miserable cake. Feeling the heat, I started to bubble. Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble. They opened the door and I started my life. Frosting me with a silver knife, Decorating me with candy jewels. The rest of my batch looked like fools. Lifting me up, she took off my wrapper. Feeling the breeze, I wanted to slap her. Opening her mouth with shiny teeth inside, This was the day this cupcake died. By Shelby Greer | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2018-06-04 14:32:39(336Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| A Marine's Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping silent alone, Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home. His face so gentle, his room in such disorder, Not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I’d just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed? His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan, I soon understood this was more than a man. For I realized the families that I saw that night Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight. Soon ‘round the world, the children would play, And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, Because of soldiers like this one lying here. I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry. The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, “Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more, my life is my God, my country, my Corps.” With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep, I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep. I watched him for hours, so silent and still, I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head. And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black, With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back. And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside. I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night, This guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure.” One look at my watch, and I knew he was right, Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night! by James M. Schmidt, who was a Lance Corporal in the Marine Corps | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2018-06-06 16:56:51(336Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| Lullaby Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm: Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's carnal ecstacy. Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost. All the dreaded cards foretell. Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought. Not a kiss nor look be lost. Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love. by W. H. Auden | |
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| Prom3th3uSPosted at 2018-06-06 18:46:04(336Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| After My Death!! Your Tears May Flow For Me But I Won't Be Able To See, Care For Me Now You May Send Flowers But I Won't Be Able To Smell, Send Them Now You May Say Words Of Praise But I Won't Be Able To Hear Say It All You May Forgive All My Faults But I Won't Be Able To Thank Your Greatness Please Forgive Me Now. Author: Unknown Last edited by Prom3th3uS on 2018-06-06 18:49:49 | |
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sherb Posted at 2018-12-02 22:06:35(310Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| Awake Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us. Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones The time has come again Choose now, they croon, Beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us Everything is broken up and dances. Jim Morrison Last edited by sherb on 2018-12-02 22:06:58 | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2019-02-19 21:31:12(299Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town There's no need to be unhappy Young man, there's a place you can go I said, young man, when you're short on your dough You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find Many ways to have a good time It's fun to stay at the Galaxy It's fun to stay at the Galaxy They have everything for you men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys It's fun to stay at the Galaxy It's fun to stay at the Galaxy You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what about you feel Young man, are you listening to me? I said, young man, what do you want to be? I said, young man, you can make real your dreams But you got to know this one thing No man does it all by himself I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf And just go there, to the Galaxy I'm sure they can help you today It's fun to stay at the Galaxy It's fun to stay at the Galaxy They have everything for you men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys It's fun to stay at the Galaxy It's fun to stay at the Galaxy You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal You can do what about you feel Young man, I was once in your shoes I said, I was down and out with the blues I felt no man cared if I were alive I felt the whole world was so tight That's when someone came up to me And said, young man, take a walk up the street There's a place there called the Galaxy They can start you back on your way It's fun to stay at the Galaxy It's fun to stay at the Galaxy They have everything for you men to enjoy You can hang out with all the boys Galaxy you'll find it at the Galaxy Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down Young man, young man, pick yourself off the ground Galaxy, it's fun to stay at the Galaxy Young man, young man, are you listening to me Young man, young man, what do you wanna be? Galaxy, you'll find it Galaxy No man, young man, does it all by himself Young man, young man, put your pride on the shelf Galaxy, and just go to the Galaxy Young man, young man I was once in your shoes Young man, young man I was down with the blues, Galaxy by Ksenia Last edited by cRAYz on 2019-02-19 21:33:37 | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2019-02-19 21:46:34(299Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth, And spotted the perils beneath, All the toffees I chewed, And the sweet sticky food, Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth. I wish I'd been that much more willin' When I had more tooth there than fillin' To pass up gobstoppers, From respect to me choppers And to buy something else with me shillin'. When I think of the lollies I licked, And the liquorice allsorts I picked, Sherbet dabs, big and little, All that hard peanut brittle, My conscience gets horribly pricked. My Mother, she told me no end, "If you got a tooth, you got a friend" I was young then, and careless, My toothbrush was hairless, I never had much time to spend. Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right, I flashed it about late at night, But up-and-down brushin' And pokin' and fussin' Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite! If I'd known I was paving the way, To cavities, caps and decay, The murder of fiIlin's Injections and drillin's I'd have thrown all me sherbet away. So I lay in the old dentist's chair, And I gaze up his nose in despair, And his drill it do whine, In these molars of mine, "Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there." How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth, As they foamed in the waters beneath, But now comes the reckonin' It's me they are beckonin' Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth. by Pam Ayres | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2019-03-12 14:43:22(296Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| To Love Or Not To Love To Love Or Not To Love That is the question Should or shouldn't we To know love To be love You've got to feel love You've got to know When your in love Or not Do you know how it fills To be in love You've got to feel it It feels so good to be in love Your head rushes Your heart beats A million beats a minute You can't stand it When you have to be away From him/ her for long periods of time You think about him/ her 24/7 You dream about him/ her You day dream about him/ her To love or not to love To love you've got to know The risk of what happens After you love Not to love you've got to know That this is really what you want To feel love you've got to be love You've got to love him your self That is why To love or not to love Is and has always been The main question of loving This is why most people love Know that they know every thing About the person and the risks This is why we love Because we love him/ her This is why we don't love You don't know the person that well Love and be happy Or Not love and be misserble So I love Just like others should too by Kathryn Thompson | |
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| Alien4Posted at 2019-05-08 23:13:32(288Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| On yonder hill there stood a dookit........... It's no there noo coz some c*nt tookit........... :P:P:-):-):-):-):-) | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2019-08-26 15:54:49(272Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| ‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (My version…) ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the world, Stood the guardians of Freedom, some young and some old. Their rifles were spotless and zeroed with care, Looking for the danger they know will be there. They fear for their children at home in their beds, Yearning for the touch of a kiss on their heads. And there I was, prepared for the fight, Wondering when the evil of war would ignite. When out of the dust there arose such a clatter, I swiveled around to see what was the matter. Outside the window I saw a huge flash, The air tasted rancid, of fuel and of trash. The sound of my comrades cries in the air, Sent chills down my spine, to cold to bare. When, what to my angered eyes should appear, But a valiant young Soldier, showing no fear! With bullets whizzing over his head, I knew in a moment the bad guys were dead. Out of the smoke, more Soldiers they came, Young warriors who knew that this was no game. We deftly maneuvered, aiming to kill, Secretly saddened by the blood that we spill. After the battle, on edge and so tired, We relive the moments each bullet was fired. Back at the FOB, I lay down and stare, Thinking of all of the reasons I’m there. Wiping my face with my own bloodied glove, I think of my family and all of their love. I think of their faces with a tear in my eye, Glad that today was not my turn to die. I think of America, and all of her beauty, Honored to serve her, it’s not just my duty. As I lay in my bed thinking of Christmas, I smile from the thought of the joy that it brings us. I know you can’t hear me, but I’m just out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night." SSG John Spencer Last edited by cRAYz on 2019-08-26 15:59:17 | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2019-08-26 15:59:38(272Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the Sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack; brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts... To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "It's really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures; he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother... Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that, you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us." | |
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| JanorPosted at 2020-03-20 03:24:01(242Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| Just read the poem: A Marine's Night Before Christmas WOW. I am completely speechless. I was crying like a baby. So very well done. It's so beautiful and full of every emotion. Thank you for posting it and letting me read it. hugs, love always, Janor | |
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| JanorPosted at 2020-03-20 03:50:53(242Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| cRAYzPosted at 2020-04-25 20:14:37(237Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| God Gave Me.... God gave me eyes so I could see, God gave me legs so I could walk, God gave me hands so I could feel, God gave me ears so I could hear, God gave me a nose so I could smell, God gave me a heart so I could love, God gave me a brain so I could think, I’m still trying to figure out why God gave me you. by Rebecca Schroeder | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2020-04-25 20:16:23(237Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| Flight On silver sand where ripples curled I counted sea-gulls seven; Shy, secret screened from all the world, And innocent as heaven. They did not of my nearness know, For dawn was barely bright, And they were still, like spots of snow In that pale, pearly light. Then one went forth unto the sea That rippled up in gold, And there were rubies flashing free From out its wing-unfold; It ducked and dived in pretty play, The while the other six So gravely sat it seemed that they Were marvelled by its tricks. Then with a sudden flurry each Down-rushed to join its mate, And in a flash that sickle beach With rapture was elate. With joy they pranked till everyone Was diamonded with spray, Then flicked with flame to greet the sun They rose and winged away. But with their going, oh, the surge Of loss they left in me! For in my heart was born the urge, The passion to be free. And where each dawn with terror brings Some tale of bale and blight, Who would not envy silver wings, The sea-gull in its flight! Let me not know the soils of woe That chain this stricken earth; Let me forget the fear and fret That bind men from their birth; Let me be the one with wind and sun, With earth and sky and sea. . . . Oh, let me teach in living speech God’s glory – Liberty. by Robert Service | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2020-12-01 16:57:02(206Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| Silent Tears Shh...listen, don't you hear? I'm crying, but they are silent tears. I'm crying on the inside so you can't see all the pain running though me . I cry for you, I cry for me. I cry for the times I can't, so if you listen, you may hear my silent tears. by Amanda Smith | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2020-12-01 16:59:37(206Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| The Workout I need to lose weight, just a pound or twenty. If I could lose fifty, well that would be plenty. I could join a gym, but I don't have the gumption. My legging clad legs aren't for public consumption. My exercise bike is succumbing to rust And only gets touched when I really must dust. And much like a pet in need of attention, It made me feel guilty (and slack not to mention). The solution, of course, was such a no brainer. I bought it a mate...an elliptical trainer! This is quite easy! Or so I reckoned When I tried it in store for a whole fifteen seconds. But once it was home and I tried it for longer, The pain in my side was all that got stronger. I puffed and I gasped, till I couldn't breathe. Kicked off at nine, it was now nine oh three. Of course! The resistance must be way too high But no, it read zero; I thought I might cry. The six on the dial sat silently mocking, My level of fitness was really quite shocking. Motivation was all I that I saw myself losing, And my self-esteem was taking a bruising. I tried it to music but all that achieved It drowned out the sound of my poor creaking knees. This instrument of torture could go take a hike. I glanced now with longing at my trusty bike. I couldn't recall why we had parted ways. Climbed up on the seat and thought, Happy days! I pedalled with gusto, but soon I remembered It felt like my buttocks were being dismembered. The padding on my derrière is quite thick, So why does it feel like I'm perched on a brick? It was just all too hard; I gave up in disgust. My plan to lose weight was clearly a bust. Oh well...at least I can say that I tried it. I mean, really, I can't be expected to diet! by Cynthia C. Naspinski | |
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| mwbnPosted at 2020-12-03 19:33:18(205Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| sherbPosted at 2020-12-03 19:42:23(205Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| There was a thread called The Bump Sat all day gif hunting, giving me the hump Lying there in a crumpled slump Time to give The Bump the bump sherb :facepalm :D | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2020-12-23 05:04:20(203Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| ‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the state, Not a family was stirring, on Newsom’s mandate. Our faces were glum, at laptops we’d stare At yet one more Zoom, the height of despair. Our leader, the Donald, was snuggled in bed Still dreaming of lawsuits, turning blue states to red, And I with my Lysol, and ma with her mask, Had just settled down with our take-out, and flask, When on CNN there arose such a clatter We turned off our Zooms to see what was the matter I found the remote; I first tucked my robe in; Lest I be exposed, just like Jeffrey Tobin. And there on the tube, as we both took a chug, Was newscaster Cuomo, and Congressman Doug. “The moon” was the topic, of proof still to show, But he’d never been there. So how would he know? ‘Twas painful to watch, the logic was hidin’, So we switched to Fox, and there was Joe Biden He said “Here’s the deal, I’ve got some new plans, “They’re called ‘wear a mask,’ and ‘please wash your hands.” And when he was asked, “What’s new about that?” He grew red with anger, this feisty old cat. “Come on man!” he sneered, a real confronter, “I’ve laid out it all. And don’t ask about Hunter.” The news was a dagger, more bad things to hear As we wondered what else could attack us this year. From COVID to fires, these 12 months so gruesome. To cap it all off, here came Gavin Newsom. His raspy voice roared; the rurals he chided He came to our fire. (But we weren’t invited.) He trespassed and sat on another man’s bench, He blamed climate change, his teeth in full clench. But that wasn’t all that bothered our gov, ‘Twas talk of a recall; he was losing the love. The cases were rising; he was in quite a quand’ry He’d been busted big-time, out at the French Laundry With a dozen or more friends, showing resistance to Newsom’s own rule: “Be socially distanced.” So he fought back with anger, said “I’ll shut it down,” With tiers red and purple — the tiers of a clown? We turned off the tube, and looked at the snow The flask it was empty, we’d nowhere to go We wondered who led us, and how we got there Trump said “it would vanish. Into the thin air.” Instead 9 months later, we’ve nowhere to flee We’re locked down at home — or really, are we? Some places are open. Some still won’t shut down. In fact, there’s still respite at our end of town. So we Ubered past closed shops, the ones they deemed dangers, Like hair shops, and gyms, and churches with mangers, We didn’t dare stop in the fresh-fallen snow, For one certain store was the right place to go. And our night quickly gained a whole new potential Merry Christmas to all; at least beer is essential. by Mike Wolcott Last edited by cRAYz on 2020-12-23 05:25:59 | |
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| cRAYzPosted at 2020-12-23 05:25:28(203Wks ago) Report Permalink URL | ||
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| Old Age Is Hell My body is stiff, Got cramps in my legs, Corns on my feet Big as hen's eggs. Sex life is short, It’s a thing of the past. Don’t kid yourself friend, Even that don’t last. Gas in my stomach, Elimination is poor; Take Ex-Lax at night And then I’m not sure. Can't go to parties... Don’t dance anymore; Just putting it mildly, I’m a hell of a bore. I soak in the tub So my body won’t swell... It’s just like I said, Old age is hell. Liquor is out... Can't take a chance. Bladder is weak... Might pee in my pants. My teeth are decaying, Eyesight is poor... Hair falling out All over the floor. Nothing to plan for... Nothing to expect; Just the mailman each month With my retirement check.. by Oliver Wendall Morford | |
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