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02-24-2009, 12:15 PM | #18 |
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For what it's worth (a chuckle if anything at all)
This probably won't be considered a poem by anyone who knows and is definitely not an Ode. (I don't pretend to be either a writer or a poet. Any writing I do is for my own enjoyment and most could never be published - in polite society- even if it were good writing.) It was written, tongue in cheek, for a local PBS writing contest where the exact phrase "all the signs were there" must be included. A friend told me about it and had said the phrase was "all of the signs were there". I had already written it with the second phrase and rather than rewording it, I added the last two lines. (Enjoy or throw rotten tomatoes)
Ode to Billy Bob His job wasn’t important. He wasn’t either. He was just the night watchman at the road construction site. They even had a Doberman who got better treatment. That was all right. He didn’t mind He got paid and he could sleep while the dog stood guard. Until one night in late August. He awoke knowing something was wrong. When he checked the compound, he found the gate wide open. The dog was nowhere to be found. All the tractors and trucks were gone. The grader and caterpillar were gone too. Even the power tools and hand tools were gone. Everything was gone, including his job. But wait. Wasn’t that something there, All the way in the back of the compound? Yes! It was the CAUTION sign and the STOP sign. Here was the SLOW sign and there the MEN-AT-WORK sign. In fact all of the signs were there. Maybe he wouldn’t lose his job after all, --- but all the signs were there. Don Slaymaker
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02-24-2009, 03:16 PM | #20 |
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02-24-2009, 03:37 PM | #21 |
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Body Language
In the corner where four lots meet There are two different fences And two different trees Beneath the Arizona Ash Hangs a human being Suspended in the air In a white cotton chair It’s woven xanax among the Leaves that have vanished In-between the cold grey trees There’s a low metal fence Which the wind blows through But, parallel and perpendicular Stands another one, taller Built from wood to hide you Then there in that old fig tree A little song-bird twitches his wings He’s switching to a higher branch To see what I can’t see That everything is peachy keen From the twig above the fence And so he sings and sings Until my worrying begins And I stop listening. |
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02-28-2009, 12:15 PM | #23 |
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Deep Devotion
High upon a red stone house
sits a mourning dove. Basting in the noon day sun while wondering of his love. The people all are shuffling through the busy streets below. Yet his thoughts are of her and how he wished she show. He sounds a coo into the wind- A call he knows to part for it had always in the past brought the keeper of his heart. Still time flies, she does not show on wings of feathered down. So he quiets, this worried bird and continues to watch the town. The day had almost closed it doors when in the distant light he hears a call, a gentle coo. His heart leaps in delight. For we all know a mourning dove will not mate again. But surely die in loneliness if a love is lost from them. My desire for you is constantly filled with strong emotion. Come back to me, as did his love and accept my full devotion. [Promotional link deleted - MODERATOR] Last edited by Dr. Drib; 05-04-2014 at 11:25 AM. |
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Ode To Billy Beer
(A Fill-In-The-Blank Poem) It wasn't really a very big hit, because, perhaps, it tasted like _____. If you're a person who likes to have fun, Just remember: This beer will give you the _____s. By Dr. Drib |
03-03-2009, 10:20 AM | #25 |
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The Chase
the waves are chasing the ebon clouds the clouds are teasing the ocean and eternally chasing the whispering wind which perpetually sets them in motion The wind is chasing the stars and the moon And the moon is chasing the sun, While sun is chasing the sea in the west as it has since the world was young The sea in the west is chasing the east And the east is chasing the day, The dusk is chasing the last of the light As it flickers and shimmers away The shadows are chasing the sunset And the sunset, the far-away shores, and, no less noble in ardent pursuit, my heart must chase after yours. hogleg 2007 |
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I first encountered this poem in 8th or 9th grade, and I've never forgotten it. It's by Stephen Crane (author of "Red Badge of Courage").
In Heaven Stephen Crane In Heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little blades Began eagerly to relate The merits of their lives. This one stayed a small way behind Ashamed. Presently God said: “And what did you do?” The little blade answered: “Oh, my lord, “Memory is bitter to me “For if I did good deeds “I know not of them.” Then God in all His splendor Arose from His throne. “Oh, best little blade of grass,” He said. ____________________ Don |
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Balmy Days
zephyrs whisper ‘cross the field, motes of pollen, anther peeled. drunken bees, bumble on pimping ‘til the day is done. lacewings new, bake their wings, from morning dew. swallows flitting through the blue spring’s now full, a thrilling hue. blackbird’s thrilling chorus ever free, wild thesaurus. spawn hatchings fill the pond, nature’s magic with her wand. welcome life’s new season here, balmy days we hold them dear. ******************* Sun blazing forth through frozen void, by power of atoms all destroyed golden orb which rules our life cuts the night with sharpened knife. blazing fires o’er miles and miles our synapses, they waken as retinal displays be shaken. hues galore from land to sky, sea to shore our gaze always amaze. ******************* Frost shorn of warmth; the earth of frozen diamonds, that scintillate in full moon glow, a myriad of prisms cold and beauty hard, beneath our feet that crunch along the way, ‘cross silvery green towards the rising glow of another dawn. |
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