Verse #517
By Arik Fletcherdrown his soul in anger and his love will be afraid,
keep his eyes diverted and his fight will soon degrade,
break his mind with torment and his spark will quickly fade.
Gitting Around.
By Jack CampbellGitting Around.
Gitting up a new sensation.
Legs and back stiff, aching.
Cup of coffee, earthy smell.
Steam rising from cup.
Hav'ta move 'round a bit.
Been sitting too long.
Lips sore, don't like the heat.
Cautious sips, looking mountain.
Time to take in the wire
run on down the road.
Wished had time to stay
and hang out with the Indies.
Might learn something
about how it's all put together.
But, already trouble in the air.
Better move on if there's a care.
short and sweet............
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Banjo Run.
By Jack CampbellBanjo Run.
Sitting, thinking.
Song that's playing,
well, it's hard not to feel.
Trying to take it apart.
Why it is what it is.
What makes a song.
How to match words
and rhythms to harmony.
Understand, just want to understand.
that pull and obsession of music.
Why every song played today
brings out the memories.
It's my time!
By Boss Lady JohnsonBrittany "Boss Lady" Johnson
Nap Time.
By Jack CampbellNap Time.
Dozed off, reaction and the pills.
Slipped into dreams, sweet dreams.
Walking by the lake in the park.
Laughing, talking holding hands.
Girls running wild chasing geese.
Sitting under the tree watching ducks.
Kids playing in the grass rolling down knoll.
Laugh, giggle little elfin smiles
Sunday afternoon dreaming of tomorrow.
Sleeping reverie.
Awaken, wishing for Morpheus
to return to summer day
When watched our children at play.
Back at Mickey D's.
By Jack CampbellBack at Mickey D's.
Sometimes the plan don't work out.
Just wanted to git on down the road.
Thought to hitch a ride get on the slide.
Just didn't work out, King Kong showed up.
Heading out on foot going down Main.
Pickup screeches by, Lumberjacks.
Leroy and two of his buddies
crawl on out like hungry bears.
Bad shit, not cool.
Hung case strap on sign.
Step up and waited, for shit to go down.
They all talking smack, well someone's
gotta pay the price, to bad to git caught.
Old fashioned ass whipping ensued.
Got a couple nasty shots in,
just made 'em madder.
Kong's buddies spread
this son of man out
against the wall.
Leroy takes his shots
one and two.
Then the siren gets their attention.
Two cops out of the car.
They make small talk for a while.
Lumberjacks take off in their truck
just like that, gonna meet for beers
later on, they said.
Fuzz kind enough to haul busted up dude
to the clinic, They don't talk much
on the ride over, git let out by the door.
Sit a while trying to keep bloody nose
from spilling everywhere.
Whole chest and gut feel like pounded meat.
Squished flat with a sledge hammer
and tenderized with a cleaver.
Felt it coming on, bile rising in the throat.
That kind of thing can't really swallow back down.
Once the smell hits the nose, everything goes.
Spewed over everything, least got their attention.
Doc sewed up the cuts under the eye.
Put some balm on the lips.
Said it'll bruise, but swelling go down
take just a day or two.
Writes a script for pills to take away the pain.
Anti-biotics too, he knows the score.
Took a while to git everything sorted.
Doc seen this kind before, just doing his job.
Back at Mickey D's, Coffee, just to git warm.
running the wire watching clounds roll in and out.
Scattered rain coming down, see the streaks
under thunderheads as they roll across mountains.
Couple kids come in; wanting to buy ice cream.
They're short on the green. Little one almost in tears.
'Member when daughter asked ice cream
and didn't have the cash to make her smile.
Got cash now, It don't cost nothing.
They smile.
The Woman That You Are
By Peter Atta Brown
In the weakness of your ribs bone
Encouragement
you whisper in a bold tone
To nurture lavender in
your homes zone
Behind a man the woman that you
are
Coins tied to your cloths clot
All the days
toil had brought
And the hunger in the child
cry
In your heart you pamper try
Funning to cook under the nim
As the suns day
go dim
The homes troubles you
redeem
And the woman that you can be
When the mans fist do blow
In your tears the
pains flow
But your love you still
do show
In a woman's women, you are a woman
(C)copyright2012
Peter Atta Brown
a Pitied Caution
By Peter Atta Brown
Be content with the sake for which you know
me,
donot risk your conscience over the
trouble
of knowing more,for beyound this
brow,
lies the fear of losing .
Accept this flag as a lost battle's
caution
from one who is not proud of himself
Take this path I choose for you
and your heart
shall never be en-slaved
with
the painful misery of digging my
warring
heart
For I also hold like an erranding weary bow,
so
many unanswered questions
as you.
(C)copyright2012
Peter Atta Brown
Damsel In Distress
By Sonnet DivaA damsel crying in despair
She’s trapped within a hidden keep
So all alone no one does care
There is no food and she can’t sleep
What white knight comes upon the stair?
En-armored with shield, sword and spear.
Seeking imperiled damsel in despair.
knocking upon the door of aged seer.
The seer says there is a lass
That’s in a keep near a morass
And in that place Evil does spill
She’s being held against her will
Seeking wisdom for to know
which path through deep dark forest to go.
Discover hidden haunted keep.
to rescue grieving damsel as she weeps.
The seer tells him be aware
Along the trail there’re many snares
He says that he should go straight East
That’s where he’ll find the Evil Beast
Which story should be told.
In words brief and bold.
When all is in despair
With what words mercy to care.
Now once the Evil Beast is slain
The damsel will be out of pain
Lock on the keep will come undone
And the damsel you will have won
Jack and Sonnet Diva Collab
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