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Joe Cole Feb 2015
The anvils rang and the hammers rose
To beat out bright blades of dwarvish steel
These were blades for elven kings
For soon the wars would rage
The Mordor hordes were marching
From the blacklands they would come
Bringing death and desolation
To the green and pleasant lands
But the elven hosts were marching
Alongside dwarves and men
And the eagles circled above them
Eyes searching every vale and glen
Bright were the swords of the elven kings
Tightly strung the bows
Heavy the axes and hammers of the mountain dwarves
Long and fierce the spears of men
The horse lords rode there on the flanks
And also in the van
They would be the first to fight
When the orchish hordes came into sight
Orc riders the target for their spears
Wargs the targets for their swords
To buy the times for the elven kings
To form their battle lines
Joe Cole Feb 2015
A follow on to I Got Natural Eemunity

You know when I was a kid in a large family
We never had much money
So we had a bath only once a week
Simply because heating water cost money
Something we didn't have
A simple way of life eating simple food
Anyway days at school were spent alongside rich kids
In their spotlessly clean uniforms
With their sniffles and coughs and runny noses
Spluttering over their hygienically prepared lunch boxes
But
Us poor kids with a cheese sandwich in a paper bag
Rarely got a cough or cold
Joe Cole Feb 2015
Another tale about good old country boys

Just another tiny village pub
And I was hot and thirsty after a long hike
One small table and one vacant chair
So I walked over and sat down beer in hand
Opposite me sat an unkempt old man
Greasy hair hanging lank, stubble on his chin
And man did he stink
Stale sweat and ***** and unmentionable things
I couldn't help myself, said don't you ever bath
He looked at me with beady eyes
Then he began to laugh
When was the last time you was sick boy
He said to me
I said just a week ago when I had the flu
He grinned at me, showed blackened teeth
Said the answers plain to see
You shower or bath every day to keep your body clean
Now me boy never a day ill in my life
And I rarely take a bath well about one every
Six months or so
So boy the answers very clear at least it is to me
Every time you take a shower
You wash away your natural eemunity
Oh and in case your wondering, I can spell immunity
Joe Cole Feb 2015
I walked out to my patio for my last cigarette
On my lawn fluorescent lights in perfect silhouette
This can't be right I told myself
For in winter mushrooms do not glow
But I watched in stunned amazement
As the ring of mushrooms grew
And then I heard a tinkling sound
Music sweet to the ear
And at that point I realized
That the faerie folk were here
The mushrooms glowing in the night
Their shelter from the cold
Their simple songs of peace and love
Were simple songs of old
I knelt transfixed by what I saw
Those dancing faerie lights
But all to soon this magic beauty
Vanished just like the Northern Lignts
There is magic in the air, you just have to believe
  Feb 2015 Joe Cole
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Snow, Soft White and Lovely......
The thing of Childhood imagination
Wind Curling it to Drifts and Excitation
Snow Dancing in a Twirling Ballet
Items covered where ever they lay
It covers the grime and Looks so clean
Yet as deadly as a bullet and twice as Mean...
The Halloween blizzard, we got 3 Feet of snow
A Man in his truck that ended up stuck
He chose to walk it to find Some Gas
You soon find when your snow blind
There is no direction or destination to find
Where they found his truck They Searched
Snow Mobiles on the fields  Searched Avast
Not till Easter Snow melt he was found at Last
10 feet from his truck, well they didn't Know
He was Buried under Snow Plow Furrow.....JMF 2/3/15
Another tale of Minnesota

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Joe Cole Feb 2015
Take me away from the city stench
Away from the plastic wrapped food
Let me build my house on a high place
With sea and mountain views
My music the sound of bird song
My food what nature provides
A place where I can sit in contentment
With my trusty old dog at my side
My clock the rising and setting sun
In this my tranquil place
Where there is no hurry or turmoil
And I can live life at natures pace
Here where I can till the soil the old way
With simple *** and *****
And grow my food the right way
All done at natures pace
Take the odd rabbit or deer from the high woods
Live life gentle live it slow
I don't want to die in some high rise block
With the city stink in my nose
My last sight should be the moonlight
Fresh air perfumed by a rose
Joe Cole Feb 2015
A **** is just a gentle thing that gives the body ease
It warms the bedclothes and drives away the fleas

**Think about it
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