"mcghee" poems - Hello Poetry

Upon a mountain in some older days there lived an aging dragon He lived in a cave so near yet so far that if could not be reached by wagon. Now, the dragon guarded something so special it was not yet known to you or me So many before tried to find it and none had succeeded, but that didn't stop ol' Mack McGhee. Ol' Mack was no thing of beauty but he was strong in his middle age He had a personality so greedy and cocky that he really had no personal gauge. He wanted what the dragon hid though what it was, he did not know So one fine day he set out on a journey no preparations--he just wanted to go. Well the first day was fine and so was the next but on the third, he began to tire So ol' Mack sat down in the dust and heat and he made himself a fire. He soon fell asleep under a sea of stars seeing as the following day, he had to walk more He'd get to the dragon, he knew he would even though the walk was becoming a bore. The next day he awoke to the blazing sun burning his ugly face So he arose and began to walk, looking for a shaded place. Ol' Mack pressed through the desert and soon he came to the mountain There was shade, it was an oasis there was even water bubbling in a natural fountain. He wondered if this was it, "Is this what the dragon is hiding? If this is it, it was far too easy. My time I was certainly biding." He decided it wasn't enough, he'd have to climb to the top to find the treasure that the dragon was hoarding the very thing he couldn't keep from his mind. So he climbed and he climbed for hours and finally he reached the cave "Oh, good," he thought, "I can finally rest. I feel like I've been climbing for days." "WHO GOES THERE?" boomed the dragon "It is I," answered Mack, "I've come to get your treasure!" "The thing that I guard is behind that rock," said the dragon, "I'm not sure it's treasure by your measure." "I'm sure it is," said Mack and he ran behind the rock What there he saw was so simple and plain that it came as quite a shock. Behind the rock on the wall of the cave was the phrase "Be impeccable with your word." "That's it?!" exclaimed Mack, "there has to be more. I came all the way just for that? This is absurd." "That it may be," said the dragon, old and wise *"but it's a phrase to be held true by sinners. And now, because you are one of them, I must eat you for dinner."* And he did.

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Jan 24, 2013

Jan 24, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC

kelsey-wolff

Poor Cockroaches That Can't Survive Post Apocalyptic Amerika

Upon a mountain in some older days there lived an aging dragon He lived in a cave so near yet so far that if could not be reached by wagon. Now, the dragon guarded something so special it was not yet known to you or me So many before tried to find it and none had succeeded, but that didn't stop ol' Mack McGhee. Ol' Mack was no thing of beauty but he was strong in his middle age He had a personality so greedy and cocky that he really had no personal gauge. He wanted what the dragon hid though what it was, he did not know So one fine day he set out on a journey no preparations--he just wanted to go. Well the first day was fine and so was the next but on the third, he began to tire So ol' Mack sat down in the dust and heat and he made himself a fire. He soon fell asleep under a sea of stars seeing as the following day, he had to walk more He'd get to the dragon, he knew he would even though the walk was becoming a bore. The next day he awoke to the blazing sun burning his ugly face So he arose and began to walk, looking for a shaded place. Ol' Mack pressed through the desert and soon he came to the mountain There was shade, it was an oasis there was even water bubbling in a natural fountain. He wondered if this was it, "Is this what the dragon is hiding? If this is it, it was far too easy. My time I was certainly biding." He decided it wasn't enough, he'd have to climb to the top to find the treasure that the dragon was hoarding the very thing he couldn't keep from his mind. So he climbed and he climbed for hours and finally he reached the cave "Oh, good," he thought, "I can finally rest. I feel like I've been climbing for days." "WHO GOES THERE?" boomed the dragon "It is I," answered Mack, "I've come to get your treasure!" "The thing that I guard is behind that rock," said the dragon, "I'm not sure it's treasure by your measure." "I'm sure it is," said Mack and he ran behind the rock What there he saw was so simple and plain that it came as quite a shock. Behind the rock on the wall of the cave was the phrase "Be impeccable with your word." "That's it?!" exclaimed Mack, "there has to be more. I came all the way just for that? This is absurd." "That it may be," said the dragon, old and wise *"but it's a phrase to be held true by sinners. And now, because you are one of them, I must eat you for dinner."* And he did.

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plug-in your head music remember being young on a pogo stick a unicycle with training wheels under sunshine of your love o’ shine on you crazy diamond run in the jungle feel the rain on sunny day and let it be misunderstood stop your moon tears? run in Reeboks? come on you painter of words chew good & plenty plant lime lima beans kaleidoscope kale juicy fruit gum harvest magenta mangos paisley peaches or go to an auction bid on T-bone bubble gum sprout beans Tahitian telecaster pre-rolled wagon wheel sweet sixteen candles Hound Dog Taylor’s Brownie McGhee loafers no? yes? don’t change your lunatic fringe in twilight’s open season read The Hidden Singer dance boogie woogie cha-cha-cha outside the house of the rising sun so turn it up, Mr. James your big wheel keeps on turnin’ groove to the little bird who sings and sings © 2011 chuck a stetson

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Jul 6, 2011

Jul 6, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC

chuck-a-stetson

Art James

plug-in your head music remember being young on a pogo stick a unicycle with training wheels under sunshine of your love o’ shine on you crazy diamond run in the jungle feel the rain on sunny day and let it be misunderstood stop your moon tears? run in Reeboks? come on you painter of words chew good & plenty plant lime lima beans kaleidoscope kale juicy fruit gum harvest magenta mangos paisley peaches or go to an auction bid on T-bone bubble gum sprout beans Tahitian telecaster pre-rolled wagon wheel sweet sixteen candles Hound Dog Taylor’s Brownie McGhee loafers no? yes? don’t change your lunatic fringe in twilight’s open season read The Hidden Singer dance boogie woogie cha-cha-cha outside the house of the rising sun so turn it up, Mr. James your big wheel keeps on turnin’ groove to the little bird who sings and sings © 2011 chuck a stetson

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Down in the Hills of the Mississippi River Valley Between the Bluffs and The river bank in Lansing Is a Friend named Joe Price, Born to Play the Blue's Raised on Farming as a Boy, Yet was a need he could not lose He listened to Muddy Waters And ran out to buy a Guitar An old 1947 12 String National Resonator with the Steel Core He rapped his fingers around Till his blues skills got honed He was Destined to play with Legends like John Lee ****** Willie Dixon and Clifton Chenier Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee Along with Muddy Waters and Me I know I'm no legend but I can't Refuse When Joe ask me to Sit in on a Knee Slappin' Hand Clappin version of the Hobo Blues His work boot stomped a beat On an old flat piece of wood As that steel Slide made that Guitar Cry A Legend behind the Scenes he's Played from the North down to The Louisiana Back Bayous And everything in Between You'll Never Know that feeling As the Hair stands on your Neck This hardly known old Hobo Was a Legend what the Heck Till you get a chance to listen To his Train whistle slide Moan That 12 string Steel Guitar Tone That sounds so very Nice From an Unknown Legend Name of Joe Price His Music can be found on http://www.joepriceblue.com/

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC

ShamusDeyo

HOBO BLUES MAN

Down in the Hills of the Mississippi River Valley Between the Bluffs and The river bank in Lansing Is a Friend named Joe Price, Born to Play the Blue's Raised on Farming as a Boy, Yet was a need he could not lose He listened to Muddy Waters And ran out to buy a Guitar An old 1947 12 String National Resonator with the Steel Core He rapped his fingers around Till his blues skills got honed He was Destined to play with Legends like John Lee ****** Willie Dixon and Clifton Chenier Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee Along with Muddy Waters and Me I know I'm no legend but I can't Refuse When Joe ask me to Sit in on a Knee Slappin' Hand Clappin version of the Hobo Blues His work boot stomped a beat On an old flat piece of wood As that steel Slide made that Guitar Cry A Legend behind the Scenes he's Played from the North down to The Louisiana Back Bayous And everything in Between You'll Never Know that feeling As the Hair stands on your Neck This hardly known old Hobo Was a Legend what the Heck Till you get a chance to listen To his Train whistle slide Moan That 12 string Steel Guitar Tone That sounds so very Nice From an Unknown Legend Name of Joe Price His Music can be found on http://www.joepriceblue.com/

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I left my mittens in the Smokies. It was that night at Maddron Bald on the ridge after we'd hiked from Davenport Gap -- 12 miles, 4,000 feet. The girl gave us icicles. Dazed and breathless, we pitched the tent and scrambled into our sleeping bags. The morning sun felt good -- Sterling Ridge on our left, Cosby far below to the right; Mt. Guyot with its spruces and firs; lunch at Tri-Corner **** then down through the rhododendrons and mud to McGhee Springs. Raven Fork -- the beech tree, the icy water, the boulders, the sunlight. Cabin Flats and Smokemont -- the rain, the people with pancakes. Campfires, backpacks, flapjacks, barley; sunshine, lichens, blisters, . . . wood-smoke.

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC

lucius-furius

I Left My Mittens in the Smokies

I left my mittens in the Smokies. It was that night at Maddron Bald on the ridge after we'd hiked from Davenport Gap -- 12 miles, 4,000 feet. The girl gave us icicles. Dazed and breathless, we pitched the tent and scrambled into our sleeping bags. The morning sun felt good -- Sterling Ridge on our left, Cosby far below to the right; Mt. Guyot with its spruces and firs; lunch at Tri-Corner **** then down through the rhododendrons and mud to McGhee Springs. Raven Fork -- the beech tree, the icy water, the boulders, the sunlight. Cabin Flats and Smokemont -- the rain, the people with pancakes. Campfires, backpacks, flapjacks, barley; sunshine, lichens, blisters, . . . wood-smoke.

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(Song title from Sonny Terry & Bownie McGhee’s catalogue, by Sissle, Battle, Ram and Merdith) Watch out guys, I’m coming now, I’m ready for you, I’m hungry now. Watch out, Watch out, The pride march is all about, Watch out, Watch out. Watch out guys, I’m heading down, I’m out on the prowl, I’m coming down. Watch out, Watch out, The pride march is all about, Watch out, Watch out.

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Aug 28, 2012

Aug 28, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC

simon-clark

Watch Out

(Song title from Sonny Terry & Bownie McGhee’s catalogue, by Sissle, Battle, Ram and Merdith) Watch out guys, I’m coming now, I’m ready for you, I’m hungry now. Watch out, Watch out, The pride march is all about, Watch out, Watch out. Watch out guys, I’m heading down, I’m out on the prowl, I’m coming down. Watch out, Watch out, The pride march is all about, Watch out, Watch out.

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