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All Hallows Eve

All Hallows Eve

By jfarrell

 

Tonight, many will dress as monsters

And go to parties and balls;

Three foot tall werewolves and vampires

Will ‘trick or treat’, door to door.

 

Mummies, zombies, glow-in-the-dark skeletons

Will bob for apples and eat soul cakes;

Pumpkins and fairgrounds everywhere;

And a constant litany of fireworks, in the background.

 

I think my scariest hallowe’en,

Was when I read ‘The Amityville Horror’ by candlelight;

Looked up at the window to see

Two ghostly eyes staring back at me.

 

Enjoy your ghostly antics tonight,

But, please try not to wake the dead, hehe;

Happy All Hallow’s Eve

To you all.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

happy hallween everyone

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Voices

Voices

By jfarrell

 

 

My first can of beer, or glass of wine,

Speaks to me;

She cries of how lonely she is, “Please don’t leave me all alone,”

And who could refuse such a damsel in distress;

So, with all the dignity of a Knight, preparing for battle,

I bravely open another.

:-)

 

The second can sings to me a sad song,

Full of failures and weaknesses, my failures and weaknesses,

And like George before the dragon I am driven to my knees.

I thrust, I parry, but this dragon is too much.

Then I hear my Siren; she sings to me from the third can,

The Popeye theme tune

:-)

 

And I know what I must do!

Like a can of spinach, I crush the can and catch the geyser;

With each caress of the beer, my clothes rip,

As my muscles grow

And Sir Drunkalot is to the rescue.

:-)

 

The answers may not be at the bottom of the glass….

But I have a hell of a lotta fun checking;

And I love my Sirens, their singing is so beautiful;

Drown, I will, willingly, again and again,

To chase my Sirens to the bottom of the glass.

:-)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

;-)

you all hear the voices too, don;t ya? :)

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Sustainable steps

Sustainable steps

  By jfarrell

 

Agency work is fun

And I am loving how synchronicitous it has been for me;

Having not worked for 17 years,

It’s let me get back into work, a bit at a time;

Sustainable steps.

 

Two shifts this week, three the next;

Two double shifts and a couple singles;

And a fun one tonight,

That’s left me too scared to sleep.

 

Got home from football job very late,

And gotta be at cricket job very early;

I don’t think I will wake up in four hours for work, too knackered;

But, I dare not be late.

 

Really hoping lotsa coffee, bunch of caffeine pills

And caffeine energy drink will “give me wings”

And fly through tomorrow’s 8am til 11pm shift;

“make or break” comes to mind.

 

I’m a 49 year old man who hasn’t worked in 17 years;

Who desperately needs to return to full-time work; with overtime;

ASAP!

I am really hoping this is a sustainable step :)

 

(been with agency 2 months now - love it)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

cricket - is that the one with a big bat? all sports loook the same to me :)

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If I Were President

IF I WERE PRESIDENT

 

His plan to run for president is to trick them into thinking he’s the best they can get. 

 

His campaign call is to build a wall, claiming without it, the country will fall. 

 

He sings a song to lock the doors, with a refrain that says, "Let in no more".

 

However, give the key to those who look like me.

He says, that campaign will work for me.

 

He’ll plant no seeds of hope and care, but place acres and acres of tares and despair.

 

Adding to his song a chorus:

“The way to maintain peace, is to ban the Middle East"

A catchy phrase that's bound to amaze.

 

Keep them singing and they will miss the true meaning.

When the singing stops, he will have done his part, and found his seat where Barack use to sleep. 

 

The hell with trade, listen to him and we've got it made. 

The way to win the race is to point fingers, and claim disgrace.

 

Experience and accomplishment does not a president make.

It's all about the money; don't you get that yet?

 

It's slight of hand and misdirection.

To the Oval Office is where he’s meant.

Make no mistake he’s headed in that direction.

An investment in his own future is the end in all of this.

 

If a few of you can sing his song and follow along, jump on the bandwagon and sing the daylong.

If you don't know the words, fake it, it’s usually how he makes it.

 

Just remember one simple trick, pick a group, doesn't matter who, make them the bad guy, doesn't matter if it's true.

It's good to have to deflect off of you.

Add them to the song and keep singing along, with a catchy beat, he will never meet defeat.

Please lock the door behind you! 

From the well...

The crooked narrow shadows,

creep,

mark the wayward son.

Through the night,

bent left-bent right,

after sets the sun.

Come my boy,

who beams with joy,

when lifts the veil

....in the deep 

....in the dark

....in the well.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Happy Halloween.

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We Remember

On the count of three, we sprinted away

From danger. Our feet tripped over the banks

Of white with snowshoes – homemade by duct-taped

Plywood. A ravenous polar bear nipped

At our heels, and the flurries burned my cheeks.

I twisted my head to look to my side;

A young image of Dad jogging close behind,

Smiling, describing winter’s adventure.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a little poem dedicated to my favorite childhood memories with my father, enjoy! Comment with feedback or a story of your own to tell!

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Tree and Bird

Tree and Bird

 

Tree lets bird play, without shooing away

not taken by convulsive throes.

Like a primate, in a vegetative state

who wishes to scratch his nose.

Tree has a need, to spread his seed

so he welcomes little birds toes.

He offers a bribe, to be carried inside

and removed from my car with a hose.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

set to music here https://musescore.com/user/928886/scores/450486

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Spider

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Poetry

Enjoying a shower, before work as I do. 
I noticed a movement that gave me a boo. 
  
Wiping suds from my eyes I looked at the shape. 
‘twas a small spider that ran up the drape. 
  
At first I wanted to reach for my slipper, 
To deliver the fiend a lash like a whipper, 
  
But I changed my mind as you can probably tell. 
I have a good heart, I'm not going to hell. 
  
For you see this little fellow chose a poor place to dwell. 
To me a loo is an insect's death knell. 
  
Now I know that technically an insect he's not, 
But for the purpose of rhyme let's assume I'm not taught. 
  
A bathroom to most is preferably lifeless. 
And to many a tenant this fact is quite priceless. 
  
There is nothing for him to catch in his nets. 
And feed him I'll not, he's not one of my pets. 
  
So run along now with a hop and a skip. 
Before my wife wakes by the sound of the blip. 
  
She finds your kind particularly iffy. 
And she’s due to wake up within the next jiffy. 
  
If she sees you in here you'll give her a shocker. 
She'll kill you and flush you

Down to Davey Jones' locker 

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*Untitled 7*

 

 June.3.1998

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

 

Just remember you're not alone

I know how you feel

My heart was once stone

One day your heart I will capture

It I will not steal

Your heart I won't rapture

Your wounds I'll heal

 

Your tears I will dry

Your fears I'll take away

I promise we'll get by

I promise we'll make it to the next day

I promise our hearts will fly

Just promise you'll stay

 

Our hearts will join as one 

Come take a walk with me 

My tears weigh a ton

Lets set our minds and feelings free

To face my fear I have won

Lets have people see 

We're having all the fun 

Our relationship will remain

Our love will forever be 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

I may add more to this one. I don't feel it's complete.