"barrell" poems
Where is my head cos its gone out of here
It went for a ride on bus 79
Where did it go?
What did it see?
The bus 79.... is free
The bus 79 yippee
On bus 79 you'll see
Lets go for a ride on bus 79
Lets go to the ocean for tea
Lets hop on along and sing a great song
On bus 79 we'll be
On bus 79 we'll be
On bus 79 yippee
You bring uncle Harrold and auntie Mc Barrell
Fish supper for us by the sea
The bus 79
We'll sing all divine
We'll sing for our supper
You'll see
We'll sing for our supper
You'll see
Lets go for a ride on bus 79
Lets go to the ocean for tea
Lets hop on along and sing a great song
On bus 79 we'll be
On bus 79 we'll be
On bus 79 yippee
Tis getting quite late as sun hits the waves
Is time for the bus to go home
The bus 79
We had a good time
Lets sing till we can no more
Lets sing a good song
Come join in the fun
On bus 79 to your door
On bus 79 to your door
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC
In My Many Travels and dealing with the challenges of MAN'S MIND, Teaching and Learning with each STEP; I HAVE THIS "BURNING" DESIRE , For the "W H Y S " of life. SO, I ASK OF YOU !! Have you ENCOUNTERED ANY OF THE "FOLLOWING " ?___________(#1)= The Trail we Leave Precedes us, BUT the Shadow, do WE Lead or Follow. (#2)= "SHUCKS" said the Cowboy as He climbed upon the Steed, forgetting to put on His SPURS, NOW what would GOAD the Ride, to the SPUR store "OR" would a collection of SHARP words "WORK AS WELL" ? (#3)= Don't Tell Anyone, BUT, I have found a WORLD where the meaning of words are OBLIQUE to the words we use, Can YOU believe it, I've seen them ! (#4) The NICE THING about being OBLIQUE, when using "HIDDEN-MEANING" words and Allegories, the "ENEMY" *CAN'T Hear the words of TRUTH COMING! (#5) Do YOU realize that Glistening afternoons "USUALLY" result in "SHINING" attitudes for the Evenings; "GO FOR IT ! (#6)= For Those who are Still Rehearsing their LIFE; It's time to go Stage-Front, Turn off House lights,,Bring-up the SPOTS and see what "GOD" has in store for YOU ! (#7)= I USED to smell like Canteloupe, THEN, I discovered "ESCARGOT", NOW I Smell like an "OIL-SLICK" , What is? The Price of a Barrell today ? *(#8)= MY Songs are Not Just Words Written on Paper, BUT the Voices from My VERY Heart and the Melody Has JUST Begun ! ___"EVEN AS I held them up to the GREAT-LIGHT WITH HOPE= "YES" *TRULY I Understand NOW the "W H Y " of "OBSCURE OBSERVATIONS".......
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 3:16 AM UTC
Hundreds of the 5'x5' Treasure Containers were all around me. NOT just in a rambling fashion, But in a PECULIAR ORDER, As if someone had meant to lay out a PATTERN and Path. Each was EMBLAZENED with the Curious Markings and right in the center of the PULSATING Markings that Identified each container as to what LETTER of the Alphabet was being Displayed ! I was looking for that particular ONE that contained Millions of FOLDED GOLD Parchment Papers ! With a Singular "GOLD-LEAF" letter, Right in the Center. I heard a slight Humming coming from behind me ! Growing in intensity,, Calling ME to the Source. I RAN ! ! There it was ! "ANOTHER...CASE OF THE "D's ".. AND with the SAME WARNING instructions on the latch in small caps; " OPEN AND SHARE".... * I DID AND I AM *______ (#1 )= DINGY-DRAPES= Wraps to put around those things in your life that appear to be JUST a Little GRAY, the DRAPES bring SPARKLES ! ! (#2)= DITCH-LIFTERS= Highly trained folks, able to promptly aid your recovery OUT of and FROM that PIT you may be visiting, they PULL YOU *OUT and cement it over , so you may safely nand Never Return ! ! (#3)= DISMAL-DAMPERS= Made of Indestructible CARBON STEEL, custom fitted to make a perfect fit over your head, Guaranteed SOUND-PROOF. Additional Eye openings included so YOU can watch the EVIL Captain of DISMAY *rush-away ! ! (#4)=DARK-THIRTY= An Electronic Badge that starts flashing and SHRIEKING, as a Warning that you are about to go past the POINT OF NO *RETURN,, if you go to far,,ALL LIGHTS START "SHUTTING-OFF" ! ! (#5)= DISCOVERY-DINNERS= A special set of FAKE EYE BROWS,,,comes in Four colors,,when applied ,,YOU WILL SAY AND REPEAT THREE (3) TIMES;;;"I used to smell like Cantelope, Then I discovered Escargot, NOW I Smell like an "OIL-SLICK" ,, ? WHAT IS THE PRICE OF A BARRELL TODAY?? ____ " *MEMORIZE THESE,, AND I'LL SEARCH FOR SOME OF "DEEEZ"______ !~ !
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 5:05 AM UTC
Oh mama we're broke,
Yes we're as broke as the August drenches during a drought. We're as broke as the old jar on the mantle, the empty one with the dust and flies that used to hold our spare pennies.
We're broke like the rust on pa's chevy or the must on the ripped leather seats
or broke
like the missing tooth in Ronnie's crooked smile.
We're broke like the clothes that no patches could repair, Lindie's dress scraggled at the hem like a piece of crinkled paper.
We're broke like the cupboard with the peeling paint,
limp lifeless and bare.
We're broke like the old mutt of a dog that has surrendered to the unmopped floor.
We're broke like the work on my brothers back or like the young un's toys, soiled with the earth.
We're broke like the old tin that once held coffee,
we're broke like the spoat but the tap ran dry.
Oh me, oh my , we're broke.
We're broker than condiments, broker than the pots of watered down soups, broker than pa's tobacco pipe, broker than my overalls, held together by twang, or broker than the dried out grain of our raspy field. We're broker than the pitchfork, the ones thats missing two teeth.We're broker than the wintertime potato stew kind of broke, the one that brings a frosty bite.We're broker than the fight or the struggle, we're at the bottom of this cascading chain. At the core of our selves. We're broker than this dry ridden soil underneath my nails. Broker than a frown, now only a smile, we're broker than the layer of dust at the bottom of the barrell. We're broker than resentment.
Oh man were broke Mama!
So won't you please come home?
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
i woke up this morning
with a rage inside
that i never want to subside
put my hat on
threw the hood up
cigarette lit
thinking bout
who i'm gonna **** next
mask and gloves
barrell of sulfuric acid
ready to find a straggler
anyone stupid
or deserving
to get it
i'm the maintenance man
city garbage man
taking care of this **** they can't keep clean
you think it's mean?
well you should see how it feels
to wake up from my dream
or was it a nightmare?
keep quiet and don't say a word
it'll only get you more hurt
who needs a gun and a bullet
when these bare hands can do it
i'm a ***** nasty ************
my scowl looks like a smile
it's so jaded
and foul
but today's just another day
cleaning up the neighborhood
and ******* your wife
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
The rain pelted down angrily on rusted red corrugated zinc. It pounded it's message home on a tropical night. Thunder rolled on massive cumulus wheels.The oceans roiled to deep but still he could not sleep.
His favorite lullaby had failed
A tropical concoction. to no avail. and so.
With fingers clasped behind his head and staring at the candles dance on wall and ceiling.
No answers came calling though wished upon, no squall brought mournful musings... Nothing to cling to till dawns awakening..
A vacancy there. His stares unending to pierce the roof and ceiling again to see the heavens in eyes of mind....A vacancy still. no takers.
minutes turned to hours. Ah but wait.. no the wind now lashes pelting drops a harsh tattoo and cascade.
Sleep in it the bed you made.
Come quiet morning
Come with the sun come hither. The guttural croak. Croak and response of the plague. Frogs in swamped places now boast and make merry and willfully taunting. a sing song of nature.
goes on ... and you with laced fingers and no answers..
Patience
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
Her exotic gaze caught my jet lagged eyes.
The bar was filled with drunken banter
But I heard her loud and clear.
She approached me like a lion approaches its prey,
And the trap was set.
We didn’t speak each other’s language
But our bodies did the talking.
“Come hither” it said as I followed.
Her hips led the way as my hands followed.
She smelled of Juniper and lust.
She can’t take her hands off me,
And I can’t take my lips off her neck.
Her body says “Let’s get out of here”
So I obliged.
She’s taking off my tie in the taxi,
And my hand heads further up her dress.
We left a trail of clothes from the taxi
To her condo.
Ecstacy and cigarette smoke filled the room
As we caught our breaths.
The midnight moon crept in through the curtains.
“Come back to bed” her eyes said.
Her dreamlike state quickly faded
As her eyes locked onto the barrell
Of my gun.
Her eyes said “Have mercy.”
My lips said “You’re just an assignment.”
We couldn’t understand each other,
But a bullet sounds the same in any language.
A single shot echoed into the night
And gently disappeared into the wind.
Her once vivrant body was now
Lifeless and cold.
I’ll collect my check in the morning.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Late February rain pours out it's heart to me.
"Come dance," it screams; so loud and steadily.
I burn to let off steam, but I am locked inside this box.
Stuck with my 9 to 5 routine, of kicking jagged rocks.
Apocolyptic nightmares stir my soul, even while awake.
When the sky comes crashing downward fast,
what will I have done for the human race?
I begin to learn the meaning of complaicent.
And the taste is bitter with despare.
I hope one day the words expunged,
or breaks beyond repair.
America the Beautiful,
America the "Free",
What is this lie you've bottled up and sold?
Can you put a price tag on our dreams?
And is it worth its' weight in gold?
I guess I am just a day late,
or one too many dollars short.
So I'll keep climbing, up and up.
To pay off, all that you extort.
I'm sure it has been said before
and there is no doubt that some have won.
You hear the same bland story;
tried and true...
While staring down the barrell of a gun.
So wax on, wax off
I'm certain that it's growing old.
Cause no matter which you polish it,
Our hearts will never fold.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
beads that hit like bullets
sudden and painful and take you by surprise
but the damage is only temporary
and then i collect them
and give them sentimental value
which i know is something i shouldn't
because ill only lose them anyway
the other people who have collected beads
are guns
they shoot them when they lose them
some days they want their beads back but
they're mine now
and because of that we don't get along
im the one who gave them value
so they're mine and they're never getting them back
i dont remember my first bead
where it came from or how i got it
but one day it appeared
but now it's long gone
i wouldn't worry if i were you
most people never keep their first bead
they go missing after a while
on rare occasion im not being careful
on rare occasion i decide i won't act with ease
im reckless and careless
until suddenly
i pull the trigger, not on purpose in the slightest
maybe i said some things, did some things
knew a little too much about things
but because i pulled the trigger
only a couple will stay, the rest will go missing
and ill never get them back
my beads are weapons that are used against me
they never asked to be shot at me
but once i attached that value to them
they were stuck with me forever
and despite people telling me "let them go"
"the chipped beads, the bad beads"
"you don't need them. they're toxic."
but i keep them because i believe it's worth it
but then because of those few beads i keep
i slowly notice the others disappearing
one by one they're all gone
and suddenly without warning
my barrell of beads is empty
except for the last
and now the beads i once cherished so much
are gone
and now in the barrell of another gun
i pulled the trigger again
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
Calloused hands grip the golden shine of pride.
A dull green barrell, and three shining plugs.
Thank you.
White hair receding back to yester years.
Memories standing strong on the front line.
No tears.
Thank you for your service.
Sitting in a rocking chair,
watching the birds flutter past the glass.
A long life lived,
a short life passed.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
I stand before you today with a heavy heart
With arteries weighed down by sinful choices
Cant lie and say I didn't enjoy them at the time
but now that i face the consequences
I wonder if it was all worth it
she was pretty and damaged and I the drunken fool
with that combination nothing good can happen
cant lie and say I didnt love her
but now that i look back at all that we've destroyed
I wonder if it was all worth it
he was hers and went looking to find me
its not in me to run so now im staring down a barrell
cant lie and say im not afraid
but now that ive looked into his hateful eyes i know
a woman like that.. shes worth it
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 5:00 AM UTC