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Just getting' a little here and there, gathering it up, and taking it home... My mission is to grok the meta-physical reality to the center …
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I believe that there is a world, a world composed of essence, it is captured within the lines we write.
Poems
Cecil Miller Jan 2016
Hash and Good Corned Beef
Cecil Miller
Jan 2016
I've borne the heavy load.
I've worked all the day.
Got two children at the house to feed.
Husband's gone away.
I've a bunion on my toe,
But I've got a corn pad.
With a smile upon my face,
Swear, it don't hurt so bad.
Don't the moonlight look so grand,
Shining in the sky!
Walking home from second shift,
Clean cars are wizzing by.
There's a light mist in the air
That gives me some relief.
In the crock *** waits at home
Hash and good corned beef.
My fingers gnarl and seize,
The handle's hard to grip.
I hope the boss don't send me home.
The kids have a field trip.
When the kids get on the bus
To travel out of town,
I might take a few days off
To lay my tired head down.
Don't the moonlight look so grand,
Shining in the sky.
Walking home from second shift,
Clean cars are wizzing by.
There's a light mist in the air
That gives me some relief.
In the crock *** waits at home
Hash and good corned beef.
I am faithful to the work.
I don't call in sick.
I'm hardworking as a man.
The foreman calls me "chick."
I never complain about my back.
Lord, He knows, I need this job.
I can take the stripes they give.
Don't give my raise to Bob.
Don't the moonlight look so grand,
Shining in the sky.
Walking home from second shift,
Clean cars are wizzing by.
There's a light mist in the air
That gives me some relief.
In the crock *** waits at home
Hash and good corned beef.
I've worked all the day.
Got two children at the house to feed.
Husband's gone away.
I've a bunion on my toe,
But I've got a corn pad.
With a smile upon my face,
Swear, it don't hurt so bad.
Don't the moonlight look so grand,
Shining in the sky!
Walking home from second shift,
Clean cars are wizzing by.
There's a light mist in the air
That gives me some relief.
In the crock *** waits at home
Hash and good corned beef.
My fingers gnarl and seize,
The handle's hard to grip.
I hope the boss don't send me home.
The kids have a field trip.
When the kids get on the bus
To travel out of town,
I might take a few days off
To lay my tired head down.
Don't the moonlight look so grand,
Shining in the sky.
Walking home from second shift,
Clean cars are wizzing by.
There's a light mist in the air
That gives me some relief.
In the crock *** waits at home
Hash and good corned beef.
I am faithful to the work.
I don't call in sick.
I'm hardworking as a man.
The foreman calls me "chick."
I never complain about my back.
Lord, He knows, I need this job.
I can take the stripes they give.
Don't give my raise to Bob.
Don't the moonlight look so grand,
Shining in the sky.
Walking home from second shift,
Clean cars are wizzing by.
There's a light mist in the air
That gives me some relief.
In the crock *** waits at home
Hash and good corned beef.
This is one of my folk songs.
I wrote it this afternoon in about 15 minutes on the notepad of my phone.
I went to copy and paste and deleted it and had to quickly type it in again while it was still fresh in my mind.
I wrote it from the perspective of a single mother as an empathetic homage. I hope I did justice to single mothers everywhere.
12:24am p.s. The title was hash of good corned beef but I remembered we southern folk used to call it corned beef AND hash sometimes, instead of corned beef hash. Anyway, just now I modified the title to include the conjunction AND, replacing the former OF.
I wrote it this afternoon in about 15 minutes on the notepad of my phone.
I went to copy and paste and deleted it and had to quickly type it in again while it was still fresh in my mind.
I wrote it from the perspective of a single mother as an empathetic homage. I hope I did justice to single mothers everywhere.
12:24am p.s. The title was hash of good corned beef but I remembered we southern folk used to call it corned beef AND hash sometimes, instead of corned beef hash. Anyway, just now I modified the title to include the conjunction AND, replacing the former OF.
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
Is Love a Crock?
Joshua Adam
Jul 2015
Those petals, she loves me, she loves me not
this is really a train ride, but when will it stop
enough is enough, love is nothing but a crock
it comes and goes, like the ticking of a clock
So much has been written, you would think it's gold
they seek after it everywhere, love spreads like mold
laugh with it or cry with it, but no one really ever knows
if and when it will take root, and into whose life it flows
Love is blind and has no date, sometimes to starve or satiate
it can be sincere or lay in guise, causing jealousy to instigate
as white as snow, or as black as charcoal, her colors change
impossible to determine, a full gamut of emotions is her range
She loves me dearly, and with this fact I do now know
perhaps you'll call me a fool, because I just trust her so
hopefully that day will come, when the truth will show
because of this care for me, my love had where to go
I was wrong when I said that love is a crock, it must surely be greater than gold
but sometimes being human we remain blind, until love upon us will take hold
so don't be afraid to pursue your dreams, for a girl's heart your love will yet find
a chance to forever become complete, and a unique love which is one of a kind
this is really a train ride, but when will it stop
enough is enough, love is nothing but a crock
it comes and goes, like the ticking of a clock
So much has been written, you would think it's gold
they seek after it everywhere, love spreads like mold
laugh with it or cry with it, but no one really ever knows
if and when it will take root, and into whose life it flows
Love is blind and has no date, sometimes to starve or satiate
it can be sincere or lay in guise, causing jealousy to instigate
as white as snow, or as black as charcoal, her colors change
impossible to determine, a full gamut of emotions is her range
She loves me dearly, and with this fact I do now know
perhaps you'll call me a fool, because I just trust her so
hopefully that day will come, when the truth will show
because of this care for me, my love had where to go
I was wrong when I said that love is a crock, it must surely be greater than gold
but sometimes being human we remain blind, until love upon us will take hold
so don't be afraid to pursue your dreams, for a girl's heart your love will yet find
a chance to forever become complete, and a unique love which is one of a kind
A short poem which discusses the many facets of Love