Raleigh:
Hey Neil I'm glad to see you changed your mind
I know your mortgage payments have fallen behind
I'm sorry to say we meet in such a bind
Farmer Neil:
Don't bother with that I get enough from my horse
You were just waiting for things to get worse
I suppose there's always a profit in someone else's curse
Raleigh:
Well for the both of us it's completely win win
So much to tell you how do I begin?
Well first you'll never have to worry about the mortgage again
My company will legally own your land
When we buy it off your hand
But only the title will change you understand
You will continue to live on your little homestead
As long as you agree to grow tobacco instead
And you'll get a steady pay from here on ahead
Farmer Neil:
Sounds dandy where's the dotted line
Before I regret what I'm about to sign
Raleigh:
Here you go now what's mine is yours and yours is mine
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Poetry Post 298
Pilgrimage And Persecution
Lost and unloved
Pushed and shoved
Wandering and wondering
What torture tomorrow will bring
Spiritual pilgrimage offset by the forced pursuit
Of the financial world making priorities of the minute
Social conformity suppressing freedom of will
The trampled wallflower I am still
Identity
You try to follow the fashion scene
In a hope to find your inner queen
You drove yourself over the edge to keep thin
Now you escape to your warm bottle of gin
And you'll never look yourself in the mirror again
The Real Danger
We have cigarettes and guns in our living room
But we are afraid hip hop and video games spell our doom
We warn ourselves of The Simpsons, South Park, Springer and Stern
But then we bookmark hate sites and internet porn
We have tobacco and alcohol ads
Distorted disproportional fashion fads
But Black Sabbath and Pink Floyd keep us in panic
Because we can't tell the depressed from the Satanic
In this world although I say "we" I am a stranger
Cause I am the only one who sees the real danger
Lost and unloved
Pushed and shoved
Wandering and wondering
What torture tomorrow will bring
Spiritual pilgrimage offset by the forced pursuit
Of the financial world making priorities of the minute
Social conformity suppressing freedom of will
The trampled wallflower I am still
Identity
You try to follow the fashion scene
In a hope to find your inner queen
You drove yourself over the edge to keep thin
Now you escape to your warm bottle of gin
And you'll never look yourself in the mirror again
The Real Danger
We have cigarettes and guns in our living room
But we are afraid hip hop and video games spell our doom
We warn ourselves of The Simpsons, South Park, Springer and Stern
But then we bookmark hate sites and internet porn
We have tobacco and alcohol ads
Distorted disproportional fashion fads
But Black Sabbath and Pink Floyd keep us in panic
Because we can't tell the depressed from the Satanic
In this world although I say "we" I am a stranger
Cause I am the only one who sees the real danger
Last Hope
Farmer Neil:
Hey Pegi did you get any news while in town
Pegi:
Only some news that'll get you down
Farmer Neil:
I could of guessed that by your frown
So what's the news of sullen alarm?
Is the bank foreclosing on the farm?
Pegi:
Well looking for new land wouldn't do any harm
Farmer Neil:
Well there's one last hope you know
The soil's too tough for vegetables to grow
But the soil's nutrients are right for tobacco
Pegi:
No you're too good for that I know you
Farmer Neil:
At some point in my life that was there
But if it works its what I got to do
Hey Pegi did you get any news while in town
Pegi:
Only some news that'll get you down
Farmer Neil:
I could of guessed that by your frown
So what's the news of sullen alarm?
Is the bank foreclosing on the farm?
Pegi:
Well looking for new land wouldn't do any harm
Farmer Neil:
Well there's one last hope you know
The soil's too tough for vegetables to grow
But the soil's nutrients are right for tobacco
Pegi:
No you're too good for that I know you
Farmer Neil:
At some point in my life that was there
But if it works its what I got to do
Poetry Post 297
Secluded
It was a cold winter day
But the sun was out
And children were all about
And not a cloud was gray
It was not far away
Not much farther than a shout
Was a boy who was to doubt
The safety of going out to play
He had the illusion of danger in everything he saw
When a cloud showed there appeared a storm
A leaf skipping across the sidewalk would be a tornado
In everything he did he would find a flaw
In everyone he met he never glimpsed a heart that was truly warm
So he spent his childhood emotionally tied unable to grow
(note that previous poem was from a set of Italian sonnets I tried to write into a story sequence but stopped after about half a dozen poems because the storyline wasn't going anywhere)
Friends At Chance Meeting
Casual yet passionate
Friendly and intimate
Idealism expressed
Emotions confessed
I feel emotionally blessed
I don't have much more than a few passerby friends
Companionships come and go like market trends
There are few people I truly know
As circumstances come and go
Not many friendships bloom and grow
We met each other by chance of incidence
It was not fate but fortunate coincidence
Life is facts and chance, not romantic just simply true
With an unborn future there is not much planning and wishing can do
But whatever the scenario I want to be friends with you
Losing Passion
I walked a mile in the pouring rain for you
You welcomed me in and asked what you could do
But now when I try to come close to you
You seem to have forgotten the girl I knew
I'm not trying to say that you're unkind
But it just feels like I'm never on your mind
And if we lose the ties that bind
Searching for another would be impossible to find
So please don't forget we are still friends
Capable of making amends
And I would do anything short of dying if you recommend
Just so long as I have you till the end
It was a cold winter day
But the sun was out
And children were all about
And not a cloud was gray
It was not far away
Not much farther than a shout
Was a boy who was to doubt
The safety of going out to play
He had the illusion of danger in everything he saw
When a cloud showed there appeared a storm
A leaf skipping across the sidewalk would be a tornado
In everything he did he would find a flaw
In everyone he met he never glimpsed a heart that was truly warm
So he spent his childhood emotionally tied unable to grow
(note that previous poem was from a set of Italian sonnets I tried to write into a story sequence but stopped after about half a dozen poems because the storyline wasn't going anywhere)
Friends At Chance Meeting
Casual yet passionate
Friendly and intimate
Idealism expressed
Emotions confessed
I feel emotionally blessed
I don't have much more than a few passerby friends
Companionships come and go like market trends
There are few people I truly know
As circumstances come and go
Not many friendships bloom and grow
We met each other by chance of incidence
It was not fate but fortunate coincidence
Life is facts and chance, not romantic just simply true
With an unborn future there is not much planning and wishing can do
But whatever the scenario I want to be friends with you
Losing Passion
I walked a mile in the pouring rain for you
You welcomed me in and asked what you could do
But now when I try to come close to you
You seem to have forgotten the girl I knew
I'm not trying to say that you're unkind
But it just feels like I'm never on your mind
And if we lose the ties that bind
Searching for another would be impossible to find
So please don't forget we are still friends
Capable of making amends
And I would do anything short of dying if you recommend
Just so long as I have you till the end
At The Farmer's Market
Raleigh:
Hello Walden it's wonderful to be here
I'm not a stranger though, I live quite near
I'm just another farm town boy, have no fear
The people of Jamestown, my hometown, are a lot like you
We live just as plain and simply as you do
But with a little more revenue
I'm not suggesting we're better farmers ya know
It's just the crops we decide to grow
Vegetables are a dime to the dollar when it comes to tobacco
Now I know you folks ain't dumb
But that's ten times the income
And it's native to this soil so it grows without a problem
So if you're interested come see me
I'll tell you more about my tobacco company
I'll even send you some seeds and chemicals for free
Hello Walden it's wonderful to be here
I'm not a stranger though, I live quite near
I'm just another farm town boy, have no fear
The people of Jamestown, my hometown, are a lot like you
We live just as plain and simply as you do
But with a little more revenue
I'm not suggesting we're better farmers ya know
It's just the crops we decide to grow
Vegetables are a dime to the dollar when it comes to tobacco
Now I know you folks ain't dumb
But that's ten times the income
And it's native to this soil so it grows without a problem
So if you're interested come see me
I'll tell you more about my tobacco company
I'll even send you some seeds and chemicals for free
Poetry Post 296
Changes
I have yet to see my plans in action
I have merely got them started by a fraction
I am at my peak to make a change
The goals I seek are coming close at range
It is my time to impact and influence
As someone who'll stand up and make a difference
Before this phase shall pass
My achievements shall amass
Probability Efforts
Every night I give up on life
Selfishly seeking a surrogate wife
I just accept my failures and settle on substitutes
I sow no seeds but reap forbidden fruits
Misery cannot invest on uncertainties of future possibility
Cheap, safe and easy seems better than an iffy probability
But each day I arise vowing to rid this to my past
And each night my resolution doesn't last
Disconnected Friends
Could you be where I am or should I go where you are
Time and space are relative but circumstance shows our distance is far
We are never more than a day away hardly ever a mile apart
But reaching you is a distance I can never chart
Trying to find a moment you're free
Trying to hide the despair in me
None of this seems fair to me
How can our friendship make us so lonely
I have yet to see my plans in action
I have merely got them started by a fraction
I am at my peak to make a change
The goals I seek are coming close at range
It is my time to impact and influence
As someone who'll stand up and make a difference
Before this phase shall pass
My achievements shall amass
Probability Efforts
Every night I give up on life
Selfishly seeking a surrogate wife
I just accept my failures and settle on substitutes
I sow no seeds but reap forbidden fruits
Misery cannot invest on uncertainties of future possibility
Cheap, safe and easy seems better than an iffy probability
But each day I arise vowing to rid this to my past
And each night my resolution doesn't last
Disconnected Friends
Could you be where I am or should I go where you are
Time and space are relative but circumstance shows our distance is far
We are never more than a day away hardly ever a mile apart
But reaching you is a distance I can never chart
Trying to find a moment you're free
Trying to hide the despair in me
None of this seems fair to me
How can our friendship make us so lonely
Friendly Visit
Thoreau:
Good morning Farmer Neil
I just came over to share a meal
And see how it is you feel
Farmer Neil:
Not now Thoreau I have to pitch hay
And take it to the stable where the horses stay
And retrieve some fertilizer to lay
Thoreau:
Well are you still growing cabbages and carrots
And other crops with such like merits
Farmer Neil:
You sound as if you suspect some regrets
Thoreau:
Well there's this new man Raleigh I thought you'd know
Working for a company investing in tobacco
Trying to tell farmers it's all that's fit to grow
Farmer Neil:
Well he might find interest in tobacco
But vegetables will always be of interest I know
And cabbages and carrots will certainly as man continue to grow
Good morning Farmer Neil
I just came over to share a meal
And see how it is you feel
Farmer Neil:
Not now Thoreau I have to pitch hay
And take it to the stable where the horses stay
And retrieve some fertilizer to lay
Thoreau:
Well are you still growing cabbages and carrots
And other crops with such like merits
Farmer Neil:
You sound as if you suspect some regrets
Thoreau:
Well there's this new man Raleigh I thought you'd know
Working for a company investing in tobacco
Trying to tell farmers it's all that's fit to grow
Farmer Neil:
Well he might find interest in tobacco
But vegetables will always be of interest I know
And cabbages and carrots will certainly as man continue to grow
Poetry Post 295
The Madman
Every single dreary, December night
Came a horrifying fright
From the noise from the gusts of wind outside
Came the murderous voice outcried
The cry of a madman
Roaming across the land
Luring little children with his treats
Taking every soul he meets
A sick, perverted man is he
Taking each life so disgustingly
Never trust this deceiving man
Don't say hello to him or shake his hand
Loveless World
Waking up in a world full of hate
The love the world owned has grown dim of late
Looking out in a world without love
Sometimes I wonder if there's a Lord above
All alone in my isolation
Is there anyone who loves me in all creation
I continue to live without a friend
And it will be that way till the end
Doctor Visit
Walking down the hall of doom
Entering the doctor's room
As the doctor examines me
I wonder what the problem could be
I wait for the doctor to tell me why I am ill
As I sit in this room fearing as the world stands still
The doctor finally comes back with the bad news to tell me
Now I'm stuck in my room with no place to be
Every single dreary, December night
Came a horrifying fright
From the noise from the gusts of wind outside
Came the murderous voice outcried
The cry of a madman
Roaming across the land
Luring little children with his treats
Taking every soul he meets
A sick, perverted man is he
Taking each life so disgustingly
Never trust this deceiving man
Don't say hello to him or shake his hand
Loveless World
Waking up in a world full of hate
The love the world owned has grown dim of late
Looking out in a world without love
Sometimes I wonder if there's a Lord above
All alone in my isolation
Is there anyone who loves me in all creation
I continue to live without a friend
And it will be that way till the end
Doctor Visit
Walking down the hall of doom
Entering the doctor's room
As the doctor examines me
I wonder what the problem could be
I wait for the doctor to tell me why I am ill
As I sit in this room fearing as the world stands still
The doctor finally comes back with the bad news to tell me
Now I'm stuck in my room with no place to be
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