Sunday, July 8, 2012
Still Burning
she fell out of the sky a burning fire
she fell into his hands a burning fire
he unexpectedly looked into her eyes
she was totally surprise caught off guard
awkwardly she glanced back
neither one of them could breathe
their next breath startled them back to realizing they still gazed into each other eyes
suddenly they both looked away
and back again locked eyes again
no turning away no turning back
they held hands awkwardly
they sat together awkwardly
they talked awkwardly
none of this was expected
all of this was a surprise
everything was burning
7/8/12/jrg
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Ink and Palms and Memories
Deep memories creased in the palmss of my hands
feed by ink from this pen
This is what you read
Don't blink invisible ink will disappear like memories lost
Gone are the lines I write these words on
Gone is the pen and ink I used to wright these words
Gone are my hands I used to hold the pen to wright these words
Gone are my palms creased with memories
No memories to hold on to
1/8/12/jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee
feed by ink from this pen
This is what you read
Don't blink invisible ink will disappear like memories lost
Gone are the lines I write these words on
Gone is the pen and ink I used to wright these words
Gone are my hands I used to hold the pen to wright these words
Gone are my palms creased with memories
No memories to hold on to
1/8/12/jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Black Bull Farmers Field
Beautiful black bull
Shoulders slumped
Eyes dropping
Head slung low
Hooves shifting through the farmer’s field
Dear Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
On a hot summer day
How you goanna keep cool
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
There is no shade under that tree
How you goanna keep cook
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
What you goanna do.
Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
No water in that creek
How you goanna cool off
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
Standing up on the hill
You won’t fell a breeze up on that hill
How you goanna keep cool
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
Dear Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
On a hot summer day
No shade, no water in that creek
No breeze on that hill
Sweat just dripping off your face
How you goanna keep cool what you goanna do
Mr. Bull,
What you goanna do
9/2/00/ jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee
Shoulders slumped
Eyes dropping
Head slung low
Hooves shifting through the farmer’s field
Dear Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
On a hot summer day
How you goanna keep cool
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
There is no shade under that tree
How you goanna keep cook
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
What you goanna do.
Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
No water in that creek
How you goanna cool off
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
Hey Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
Standing up on the hill
You won’t fell a breeze up on that hill
How you goanna keep cool
What you goanna do Mr. Bull
Dear Mr. Black Bull
Walking through the farmers field
On a hot summer day
No shade, no water in that creek
No breeze on that hill
Sweat just dripping off your face
How you goanna keep cool what you goanna do
Mr. Bull,
What you goanna do
9/2/00/ jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee
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