Good Luck with Rita Edgarblythe
Ah, pshaw. Nothing to get worked up about.
i spit in the teeth of death every day
ask the sob goin my way
and if the answer happens to be yes
well okay but i digress
i laugh the laugh of a cretin of clay
if it aint happy or gay
i walk the squares like strategy in chess
until okay i digress
i should be dead full forty years away
the bastards plans went astray
my borrowed time is like heaven i stress
until it all should digress
ancient crusty
still likes to rock n roll
(come on baby lets go downtown)
his rooms are musty
head makes one wish to bowl
(my little run run run runaway)
his dreams are lusty
lasered toward his goal
(take a sad song and make it better)
his love is trusty
it burns like furnace coal
(two riders were approaching the wind began to howl)
Edgar, you and everyone in your region are in my thoughts today as Rita approaches. Godspeed to you, my friend.
Now here is my contribution to this thread of poetry:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Eyed the girls from afar
Heck, he even had a catcall
Thus...Humpty fell off the wall.
Edgar ...... batten down bro and stay safe ..... if you have to go outside wear your galoshes.
My galoshes is full a holes. I go out there wearing a white plume of freedom.
ancient winds from long ago
stir a restless storm
bending trees
down to their knees
and refuge from all harm
lights go out
as pelting rain
douses candles burning bright
yet all is safe
and all is sound
inside the restless night
edgarblythe
What will you do when the lights go out?
Will you take up pen and yellow pad
Like the scribblers of yore?
Will you write on walls with chalk, or on
Brown paper bags with greasy ballpoint pens?
I think you will.
I think you will talk to yourself on paper
From the beginning to the end
For the illumination it brings
For the message that sings.
Be the clarion call.
Tell us all.
You tell me only time will tell,
So tell me time, I'll hear you well,
If we will last, or we will go
Our separate ways; I want to know.
The pain may be too great this time,
To tell me now would be sublime,
Oh please will you just let me know,
Stem, in my mind, this raging flow.
So tell me time, I'll hear you well,
But don't say only time will tell
As the dark moon makes it rise,
The black side facing the earth,
They ponder if they are wise,
What they're really, truly worth,
For their world long since began to wain,
Their spirits and minds became inert,
And they never really felt the pain
'Till someone came and told them it hurt.
Best wishes edgarblythe, stay safe
Thank you all. I don't intend to be brought down by a storm named Rita. But, as Fats Waller often observed, "One never knows, do one?"
here's a meter scheme I'm experimenting with. The feet go: 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3, 2.5, 2, 1.5
Can you find
My peace of mind
It seems I've lost it
The storms of life tossed it
And now I'm waiting here
I don't know a fear
I don't know why;
Won't say die.
i was standing by
as ice cream sky
came down on me
wondering why
neopolitan sky
came down on me
blondes have less fun
when big car bomb
kills everyone
don't know why european ( substitute american, african, asian, arabian) guy
programmed to die
i was eating my
american pie
i heard this click
i choked on my
sweet apple pie
i heard this click
the fat cats steal
our childrens deal
blaming roosevelt
dont know why
american guy
programmed to die
cake all in mixes
churned with real butter
lick the bowl sweetly
like no other
bakery fresh muffins
glad for the taste
eaten with gusto
with crumbs on you face
Wild goose chase
All over the place
Snapping jaws
Drumming paws
Swirl of white spray
Feathers peal away
Fox choke on bone
Death is all alone
or perhaps...
Fox choke on bone
Death, as always, won
Rain Clouds Over Hyatt Lake
I'm thinking of you today.
The cast of the sky is the same
As that day on Hyatt Lake
When you rowed me to the middle
The silent middle of the world
And we were happy.
The muted color of the sky
The perfect stillness of the water
The gentle plip of the oar
The firmness of your sun-browned arms
These memories come back to me
And I am lonely.
That day we lay upon the raft
And let the sky of gauze
Loose fat drops of hot September rain
Upon our laughing faces
We didn't need to see the shore
Across the dimpled water
Of course
I think about you everyday
But when the sky is this shade of gray
I remember everything.
I don't feel any shame,
I won't apologize,
Though no one feels the same;
I've freed them from their lives.
Once, twice, and twice again.
Relaxed, twisting their fate
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Freedom, freedom feels great.
For me anyway...
sink like a stone in the Bismark of ignorance
or dwell like a leper in the lofty pines of penance
stink like a bone on the floor's insignificance
cast your lot on the shifting wind of weighty chance
