"egad" poems
heres what i ended the night with; an IM to my 1st born son and his 1st born son:
2 hours ago
Egad, Parker finally realized that
he doesn't remember Uncle Colton
so he asks about him.
He asked me if he is in heaven and
if he ever met him since he got to meet Great Grandma Hook and
she's in heaven now.
It isn't the first time we've talked about him by any means,
but nothing as grownup as that.
Wowza.
about an hour ago
i have come to believe that the 5 day duration
in which Colton's soul/essence/love
left his body and
Parker's soul/essence/love
was getting ready to join his body
inside Christina's big belly
(reinforcing the belief that you pick your parents lol)
that the two of them met in the middle,
had some transendental smile, fist bump and
wink to each other
in acknowledgement of ea other.
I think time is a human Earthy construct
so it makes sense for me to say that
in that period of time,
they did indeed have a celestial party getting jiggy with it
as only an entire Heaven filled group of soul/essence/love's are want to do...
my proof of such theory will only become more evident through the years as you will notice that Parker does indeed shake his groove thang
in the same style
as your brother Colton....
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
Behold! And see, my friends! ‘Tis me,
Your knight of shining might!
The hero, the savior, and might I add,
The victor of many a fight.
But I regret my quota is set.
My fate may be too great,
All maidens saved, all dragons slain.
There is no one left to sate.
“So I leave at once, at last relieved!
My steed is all I need,”
Said I not half an hour before
The dire call to heed.
He ran about, a gentleman stout.
He said, “’Tis what I dread!
My cat, I fear, has climbed a tree,
A tree just overhead!”
With lightning speed, I left my steed.
With glee, I slammed the tree.
The oak did shake, and the cat did drop.
Hard? I disagree.
Further forth, I reached Far North,
A town so well renown.
There, a girl beckoned and said,
“That boy there stole my gown!”
With hefty sigh, I did reply,
And found the thief unsound.
He found himself within a cell.
‘Tis why I’m so renowned!
And as I rode along the road,
I met a widow beset,
Beset by hordes of harmless hares.
She feared the furry threat.
Hesitantly, I helped, you see,
And shooed the hares’ adieu.
She thanked me so, but I cared not,
For tired of this I grew.
And on my horse, I heard, of course,
A speech to me beseeched.
I rushed to the aid of a man who said,
“Open this can o’ peaches.”
“Egad! “ I yelled, “You’re hopping mad
Bar none! Why, everyone!”
I shan’t go on! Certainly not!
My work is said and done!”
A large mob came, cried my name,
And prayed I’d come to aid.
I did refuse, and while I slept,
I saw not the dragon’s raid.
I saw the town a crispy brown
And shrugged with smile smug.
“T’was not a very memorable sight,
But its beds were rather snug.”
I called my steed of noble breed.
“Stew, there’s much to do!”
But I heard not a whinny back:
The dragon ate him too.
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
A strange feeling cages me
Clasping my heart and draining ichor
I claw at my throat,
To only find His presence, close.
Close to my black soul, close to my twisted mind of rogue
Carved and painted an ensemble of white lie
That I don't feel guilty to deny
Therefore, I spread my wings--I plunge in
For a parlous dive with a restrained cry
Egad! My wings are rotting and,
Death hath found me
No less of a thousand sins
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC
Seriously,
I love poems.
Like
the simple
poet.
Never
says to much,
never says enough.
Ending
up with like 2000
friends in revelry.
Ah, egad....
I love poets.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
Focusing on the now instead of the
past or future.
Hoping naked, heavenly women fall into my
bed.
Egad,
they could never have existed anyway.
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 12:28 AM UTC
or anybody can be a poet
from observation it occurs to me
anybody can be a poet
all one has to do is write a paragraph
any paragraph
even nonsence is allowed
break the sentences into unequal parts and stack them
on top of each other
throw in a blank line or so
only use small letters
play fast and loose with the tab key
ignore any kind of rules
like rhythm
like meter
like structure {not needed]
only worry about ‘free’ expression as
o p e n is well--------great
that is all anybody seems to want anyways
these days
oh me a rhyme gasp
these efforts can be only marginal prose ok
even the few that occasionally rise to eloquence
r most definitely not poetry
underneath the lazy tree
oops
egad i made another rhyme, silly me
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC