Someone cursed the President but I swear that it wernt me
I was all alone that night on a hill in tennassee.
Its true I was buck nakid and around big fire danced.
But that was pure coincidence it realy was by chance.
Ok I had some candles but only one was black
And the silver knife I had was still in my rucksack.
The cat they found was ferral and it never was my pet
Black pointy hat atop my head was for a silly bet.
The Old Brown Bottle was of gin and never Magik Brew.
The dreadfull smell they spoke about. was from my lentle stew
And what they called my Couldron was only cooking pot
So now the C.I.A. have me and things are looking hot.
Old farmer Riley ,while attending his cows
Found a big heffer he just could not rouse.
It stood there quite solid on its 4 hooves
And even with crowbar it refused to move.
It seemed almost dead as Fred scratched his head
He didnt know why coz it sure was well fed.
His Granny had told him of old Nanny Oggs
A witch who was wont to turn bad men to frogs,
She`d told him that witches would also lend aid,
To farmers who asked nice and were not afraid.
So Fred up an ammbles ; to witches house went,
To tell her of sad plight and the bad event.
He knocked on her back door which soon opened wide
And out flew mad witch on her broomstick bestride.
"Well your sick cow aint dead" she said with mad grin
"And I have weird wonder to cure all its sin."
She gave a leaf wrapping two big red pills
And told him that these would soon cure all of his ills.
She said "What you do is to raise that cows tail
Then shove up a pill where theres no sun for sale.
Then you will soon see the wise wick of my plan
When that poor cow moves off as fast as it can."
So off with you Bugger no more bother me
Just brings I some cows milk for me Rosy Lee.
Now he wasnt that smart, so scratching his head
Fred stood there all trembly and then he said
"Please excusse me wise witch, Iv one question more
If one pills for cow then whats tother pill for?"
The witch spun on her heel, fixed Fred with fierce frown,
Said" You will need an assist to run that cow down.
Bard rhymes with beer ????
It seems I have become a Bard
A post Iv sought for many years
The only part thats rather hard
To keep the rhyme and keep the gears.
If ?You. Me invest. I will ,do my best.
But you know that bards go with beer.
Though I have a gift with the words
A poet I never could be.
My vision of life is absurb
As I write down all that I see.
My meter is near,the rhyming quite clear
But I know that beer go`s with bard.
So some one should better take down
The drunk words of this Bardic clown
Record in a manner most clear,
That I know that beer rhymes with Bard.
As Im watching on T.V.people preying to be freeWith glitter in their pockets like the sun.
I hear religious news that my different point of view
Would send me straight to Hell on Highway 1.
Theres a blue suit and a grey and they argue through the day
About the sinfull standing of us all.
They discuss all types of sin and the troubles that they bring
While quoting scriptures from the prophet Paul,
It seems that they forgot,(the wealthy rotton lot)
While living in their palaces of Gold.
That Christ the humble man came with a simple plan
To teach us that salvation isnt sold.
He came with empty cup and never would look up
To anyone except his father God.
He taught us to forgive, to live and to let live.
To pray for folks and not to use the rod.
I can feel the fog returning,
Through the hollow of my eyes
And the pull of muses, burning,
Spinning transparant truth and lies.
All the hopes as hard as shadows,
All past to the future on loan.
Im "san sabot" and "san coulots"
Talk deatails of death with dark crone.
How now can I flesh out my bones?
When blood like water runs pale.
The penalty paid to atone
For Quixotic mad quest for the grail.
Stained glass whistles between my teeth,
Eye of a neadle tornado.
I pluck the roses for my wreath
And rewrite "The Story of O "
I found a soft piece of thin place
I dig well with an old brass bell.
Furies smile on me with graces
And awake me with wicked spell.
So how shall I hollow the wild wind?
Yet still follow the ways of man. ?
With Oaths I can never resind !
I endevour to dance lifes Pavan.
So bring me braclets of brightness
Fresh flowers to lighten my gloom.
I study stars fade to darkness
From the emptyness of my room.
So smashed inside his wooden shed
Sits sad poet adorned with leaf.
and every burning word he said
Was full of flame. Repleat with grief.
Rome for her Fathers was renownd
Who trampled on their loving mates.
Soon her pride shall kiss the ground.
Once the Wick are through thr gate.
Yes ! Rome shall perish,score that word
For the blood that she has spilt.
Perish ! Hopeless and abhoard,
As deep in ruin as in guilt.
Such the Bards prophetic words,
Pregnant with Millenium fire.
Bending , swaying, sweeping chords
Of his sweet but dreadfull Lyre
Sonnet to a Sonnet.
A sonnet is a fine and literat thing,
Divised by those who seek to see the truth.
Inherant in a begger or a King,
Or wisdom from the foolishness of youth.
Iambic rhythems, played out five by five
Will eco bloodpulsed deep within thy chest.
It eco`s that which Shakespear did contrive
When to dark Lady love was manifest.
By use of craft one gains a disaplin,
To order thoughts and then express them well.
To use the power of the letterd Djin
Will Heaven make of what was horrid Hell.
So write you now, make hast to ply thy trade.
If you expect to earn a passing grade..........
Now on to subjects containing import.
Somewhere someone must brave to draw a line
In passionat dispute without resort
Twix ideology and lifes define.
What care if he be deemed as foolish knave
Or that his bleeding heart should you annoy
If martyrdom one orphan child could save
No glory greater could hero enjoy.
And so untill he finds a fine release,
An errant knight his vigil will commence.
Abbiding by all agreements of peace
But sworn into dence heads to knock some sence.
An UberMench is what you say you seek.
Then understand that strength comes from the meek.
Theres so much gory in the iron hand
That holds the heart of victories stars and stripes.
To celibrate a massacre so grand
Makes mockery of all I hold to life.
What say you now ! Those things are all long gone.
Forgotten history of a buried past.
Well no I say for yet we live in song.
A cause Celest ! A memory that lasts.
A wedding of the green and red will be
Conuptual joining of those two opposed.
Restoring freedom to humanity.
Set hunters moon upon a Solar rose.
When dreams possess what will a hero do ?
When bugals sound, I know my duty true.
I aint no bleeding Kippling an I couldnt beat no Keats.
But Iz a one finds rhyme an pun in wat I drinks an eats.
I wouldnt swollow Shelly an Lord Byron was a bore.
So I writes crude verse about lude nurse
On a public restroom door.
Coz when Im drunk and bleary.
Potty poems through me thrum.
As me mind meanders madly,
On white whisky and red rum.
Colleridge was to high for me,
And I never learned no Burns.
Tennerson too watery
It made me tummy turn.
A Wally Scott forsooth Im not.
And I dont dig no Elliot.
I also found that Ezra Pound
Was stuffed wiv ancient rot.
I barely knows me letters.
But what I wrights is better
Coz when Im drunk and bleary
Diverse verses to me come.
As me mind meanders madly.
On white whisky ,
and red rum.
