Chicken Farmer I Still Love You
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Chicken Farmer I Still Love You
We have just reconnected with our grandson Zeke. It has been years and tears. But the good news outweighs all of that. He is a musician. Plays piano quite well. Plays some guitar and writes his own music. He knows I write poems and song lyrics. He had asked if we could work on some stuff together. So I have started on some new stuff to that end. And looking at older stuff he might like to choose through. So here goes. I pray his parents allow this and we can produce some stuff. Any comments will be welcome as always. This thread is for the new stuff. I'll set up another for the derby stuff I want him to sift through.
Thank you for your indulgence.
Thank you for your indulgence.
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Calliope
we fly, we charge, we run
grease paint
sawdust
clown car
three ring circus
do not put your
trust in kings
we fly, we charge, we run
grease paint
sawdust
clown car
three ring circus
do not put your
trust in kings
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Rag Doll Hymnal
far out!
8 million volts
b-movie creatures
mellow orange sun
venom in your chest,
let the poison out
straw man confession
acid communion wafer
sky-blue kaleidoscope,
drops rain, heavy & slow
hey Mr. Tangerine Man!
magic dust & sugar cubes
alchemists mixing elixirs
eclipsing the darkened sun
flower children lost
gone to weed, seed & thorn
autumn in the smoke
slow fade to black
far out!
8 million volts
b-movie creatures
mellow orange sun
venom in your chest,
let the poison out
straw man confession
acid communion wafer
sky-blue kaleidoscope,
drops rain, heavy & slow
hey Mr. Tangerine Man!
magic dust & sugar cubes
alchemists mixing elixirs
eclipsing the darkened sun
flower children lost
gone to weed, seed & thorn
autumn in the smoke
slow fade to black
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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I really like these Null The words paint an interesting and vibrant fabric.
I especially like this last one Rag Doll Hymnal the imagery is colourful and yielding from stanza to stanza or whatever you poets call paragraphs?
Id be interested in reading more fabric threads
I especially like this last one Rag Doll Hymnal the imagery is colourful and yielding from stanza to stanza or whatever you poets call paragraphs?
Id be interested in reading more fabric threads
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'Smoke me a kipper .. I'll be back for breakfast!'
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Under A Lilac-Bleeding Star
Chimera of distance
Distance for distance's sake
Frozen seas
Fearful winters of fog and ice
Snow-deep
Dawn darkened
by a gathering tempest
Frost-bit, Snow-blind
Black skies, grey mornings
the Artist's other soul
A bullet always
Finds its' runaway
Chimera of distance
Distance for distance's sake
Frozen seas
Fearful winters of fog and ice
Snow-deep
Dawn darkened
by a gathering tempest
Frost-bit, Snow-blind
Black skies, grey mornings
the Artist's other soul
A bullet always
Finds its' runaway
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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the Anderson Council
Oh Lord, it's winter again
the Barrett delegation
greets the cowboys -
from a distance...
They're saddle sore
from muscle memory
[Extraluminary]
are they angels or stars?
delegation to the nation
from a distance...
he's right or he's left
he stomps and he scowls
on top of his wall
don't leave him now
have you got it yet?
Oh Lord, it's winter again
the Barrett delegation
greets the cowboys -
from a distance...
They're saddle sore
from muscle memory
[Extraluminary]
are they angels or stars?
delegation to the nation
from a distance...
he's right or he's left
he stomps and he scowls
on top of his wall
don't leave him now
have you got it yet?
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Sarge!
I told you that I'd created a short sarge-eque sounding poem and you said to add it here.
Unfortunately, I lost it.
But since then, I thought of this one, and here it is:
I told you that I'd created a short sarge-eque sounding poem and you said to add it here.
Unfortunately, I lost it.
But since then, I thought of this one, and here it is:
Also, the images in the Lilac one are intriguing & beautiful.Linna wrote:Do I LOOK
like I said,
"Tell me lies about time
in my filthy-dirty kitchen
with the fridge door on backwards."
"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
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Bennie's Tune
Am I your man?
sooner or later
exactly like you
very thought of you,
they say it's Spring.
Except sometimes.
My old flame?
I believe in you,
softly as a morning.
If I wore a bell,
I'd fall in love too
easily. I'd feel so
pretty. I'd take romance.
What you mean to me.
Don't you know?
I'll be seeing you out
on the street where
we just first met.
Am I your man?
sooner or later
exactly like you
very thought of you,
they say it's Spring.
Except sometimes.
My old flame?
I believe in you,
softly as a morning.
If I wore a bell,
I'd fall in love too
easily. I'd feel so
pretty. I'd take romance.
What you mean to me.
Don't you know?
I'll be seeing you out
on the street where
we just first met.
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Chicken Farmer I Still Love You
Bandsaw Flywheel
Dolph was too quick for the tied-down
and rumble-buck. So he draped the drop
cloth and eluded his father's three good
electric eyes. Then Dolph waded in the
wider river, back behind his tree fort
aspirations. Then what? A quick jump
over the lazy brown dog? The new fox
could not shake the deep fog morning.
Dolph was too quick for the tied-down
and rumble-buck. So he draped the drop
cloth and eluded his father's three good
electric eyes. Then Dolph waded in the
wider river, back behind his tree fort
aspirations. Then what? A quick jump
over the lazy brown dog? The new fox
could not shake the deep fog morning.
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...