"lowed" poems
Wal, Thanksgivin’ do be comin’ round.
With the price of turkeys on the bound,
And coal, by gum! Thet were just found,
Is surely gettin’ cheaper.
The winds will soon begin to howl,
And winter, in its yearly growl,
Across the medders begin to prowl,
And Jack Frost gettin’ deeper.
By shucks! It seems to me,
That you I orter be
Thankful, that our Ted could see
A way to operate it.
I sez to Mandy, sure, sez I,
I’ll bet thet air patch o’ rye
Thet he’ll squash ’em by-and-by,
And he did, by cricket!
No use talkin’, he’s the man—
One of the best thet ever ran,
Fer didn’t I turn Republican
One o’ the fust?
I ‘lowed as how he’d beat the rest,
But old Si Perkins, he hemmed and guessed,
And sed as how it wuzn’t best
To meddle with the trust.
3.3k
We rave, and hailed, all hail the King
A lord who’s lowed, n’ yet, supreme
The savior of wars and of many greed
To govern and yield the land of the free
For tis clear he knows how we became
A root, and a leaf; let’s all hail the king!
This is Liberia!
A chest to aggress with hunger n’ thirst
That fruitfully enjoy climbing the rates
And faintly encourage pointing the worst
To soak n’ appraise the young's of the freed
Whose lost in the land of which they came
A branch, and a leaf; a transparent cry!
This is Liberia!
We rave, and hailed, we want the king
A man who’s loved, n’ yet, disesteem
The sculptor of deeds, and of many glee
To seize n’ dictate the land of undeveloped
For tis loud his assets are well developed
A leaf, and a root; let’s all boo the king!
This is Liberia!
A quest to possess the likeness of Christ
That truthfully enjoy the gees of versed
And skillfully encourage the act of digress
To juiced and yield off the land of the free
Fo tis clear he don’t know how we became
A leaf, and a branch; a transcendent lie!
This is Liberia!
Inspired by: Falz song- “This is Nigeria”
Childish Gambino Song- “This is America”
“I can do all things through Christ who strengthen me”
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
In the forest of my mind,
Few words are ever spoken
Sounds are lost in the distances,
Thought become so broken
Shadows casting daydreams,
Which my darkness cannot release
Singularity in Sunshine of a future outcome yet to cease
Finding only stillness in balance of the off centered night
Wondering whether my body,
Or my soul,
Will catch flight
Soaring above the emotions ebbs,
Of imaginary flows
Trying to avoid absolutes,
Inside tumultuous lowed
But perfection is elusive,
Like a sun that sets in the east
Never change to something,
That does not call to your inner beast
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
They said Frank was lying in his field,
While the milk cows lowed,
The hungry sows squealed.
The midday sun and absorbent dew
Aroused the bachelor close to noon.
They said Frank was lying in a ditch,
His bike was bent, he'd need a stitch,
But there he lay in the early morning,
The lorries roared by,
Frank moaned and snored..
They said Frank was lying in a bed,
When two p.m. was still too soon.
He has missing teeth and window panes,
Lay on a mattress of mortal stains.
His papered walls like sun-burnt skin,
Peeling away and blistering.
His blankets are like stable covers,
Shared his thunder mug with his mother.
Starlings nest inside his house,
Blow flies light where his mother lies.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
She did not know what was going on
She was confused about the path she would take
Did she have to make the decision alone?
She has heard that she didn't but where was that other decision-maker
She gave everything she had and expected nothing and gained nothing
She did not know what was going on
Was she really falling in love or just desperate
Had she really been so blind was she finally seeing clearly
Had she really just lowed herself for an illusion
She did not know what was going on
How could she not realize
the is so young, so ignorant to love
She had so much ahead of her
and many more problems
She did not know what was going on
Yet that was no excuse to put on the platter
Yet she had much better things to do
A guy was no match for the worries in her mind
She had a mother brothers fathers* and yet her mind,
was only on him
She did not know what was going on
yet she did
she knew why she cared so much
she knew why she was so attached to something so pathetic
It was not love, or desperation, or even lust
it was fear
She did not know what was going on
She was afraid that she would never really understand love
She was afraid that she would never be loved
she was afraid that she would end up alone
So she fell for the trick of love
She fell for a fantasy
She pretended she had to make a decision all by herself
when she always knew that God was the answer...
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
the silence in
your voice
is like a storm
in the cold.
when it thunders
the sky renders
a fidgeted cloud
wanting to rowd
away to a bout.
it moves random
looking to stardom
wishing the rain
would fall.
and when it does
the calm
traps
any remaining of the stabs
the weather
had dabbed.
the return of the sound
a musical
found
is perfect to accompany the mind.
when you open up
and say
it is proud
all the things you 'lowed.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
was part man part sky
the sky had fallen
chunks as large as
cars and red and black
pain ate at the voice, the
chords that made sound
all fell flat and silent
the fall was stopped by ground
startled eyes open
to look around
and dark-
ness swal-
lowed me like the ocean
does to the drowned
your hands held me and rolled me over
to see if breath was still in me,
and with it said your name
and the chill that
overcame me
was from the
cold side
of the
pillow
eyes opened on my, half empty bed
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
The farm girl sat on the window sill,
Overlooking the hill,
Looked at the sunset, a tangerine glow,
Beautiful,she wanted to draw,
But, mummy said,"Time to sleep."
"Bleat,bleat, bleated the sheep,
In the stable the horses neighed
Grandpa sighed,
The cows in the barn mooed,
The oxen lowed,
Little one,time to go to bed,
Sweet dreams for you lie ahead,
Goodbye most beloved, good night,
Sleep tight,
And on the farm all was quiet.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
I rose before the sun wore it's mask
I sat at the edge of the world
Contemplating the task beforehand
The fury of winter has gone into annual slumber
While the lady of the desert awakens for her summer
I removed my shadow
Who kept me company throughout the night
I lowed my pen for the first time
As the flowers began to bloom and write
No longer should I find
Comfort in the endless night
The sun has risen and forever shall stay up
Now time to roam with curiosity and an empty cup
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC