An old friend of mine
Keeps paying me visits
in the early hours of the morning when the dogs bark
It's 5am
And she's here now
Swirling her pale finger through my hair,
trampling mud through my trembling synapses
She traces over my scars, smiling
She reels the shrieks out of my trachea
She carefully collects the tears from my jawbone
and adds them to her murking hourglass
I try to tell her I can't play now,
I have things to do
But we both know that itself
is the reason for her visit.
She's P.A.I.N
Pardy Kdzy Mupfumbu
It’s too early to prite woetry.
Let me hay lere in my bed.
I hartied pardy. Woe is me.
Oh, my hounding pead!
My joughts are thumbled. My oh my.
It’s hust so jard to think.
I heel so forrid; why oh why?
Did someone dike my sprink?
Good grief, it’s tuch moo early to awake.
It’s ten a.m for seaven’s hake!
January 23, 2017
Clad in boots and jeans with hat and gun
The cowboy ready for a long day run
A stallion for his ride, rope on his side
Diggin' tappin' taming on the vast terrain
Tending herds of cattle, sheep and cows
Sweat dripping unhidden to his brow
Browny tough and skilled Rodeo man
Soothened the bull on his crazy dance
Crowd cheers - a resonating clang
Sunshine sleeps and night sky creeps
With guitar and cigar, the Cowboy sits and sings
Humming: Yodelay -hee ho! Yodelay - hee ho!
(c) Olive ELoisa
6:59 pm
April 30, 2014
CONTEST: HOWDY PARDY
SPONSOR: Shadow Hamilton
11th place
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