Mumbling musings

  • John Fenton Preacher Man

    5th Jul 2019 by

    John Fenton was a preacher man, he rode his horse at night He went to the Dakoda Territories looking for a fight He spread his word of evil, about lust and sin And boasted to his army chums of where he’d been and what he did I’ve ridden through the Badlands, Teaching heathens wrong from… Read more

  • Woods – Robert Frost

    4th Jul 2019 by

    Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.… Read more

  • Blue velvet jacket

    4th Jul 2019 by

    He had a blue velvet jacket Cost him an arm, a leg, a packet He had a blue velvet jacket Cost him an arm, a leg, a packet And he wore it to any special occasion That had the misfortune to come his way There were christenings and confirmations Proposals and long engagements There were… Read more

  • Box of booze

    4th Jul 2019 by

    Sitting on the porch, like the way they did back when My old grand pappy would turn to me and grin He’d say open up a bottle of the old mountain dew Get out my old banjo and tell the folks to come on through Take off your shoes, Shake off the blues You’ll always… Read more

  • The old man

    4th Jul 2019 by

    He was an old man, through my young eyes His long life had manifested itself inescapably He walked with two wooden sticks And wore shoes that accommodated his corns He no longer spoke his fathers language Having lived in a foreign country for so long But memories were scattered around his room They kept him… Read more

  • Human hair

    4th Jul 2019 by

    When you kill someone they become part of you forever I guess it’s a form of penance like that saint who put stone in her shoe For every wrong we do we wear a shirt made of human hair

  • Poems from the dark side

    4th Jul 2019 by

    Death is good It’s like the rain that washes the streets clean Of all the scum and prostitutes And makes the path clean For the next generation to get things wrong Death is ok It ensures that the circle of life remains unbroken Getting rid of the unlucky and ugly Moving forward to perfection For… Read more

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