Soul of Decency
by GC
I knew a guy
who mostly spent
most of his time
down and out
He didn't have
a pot to piss in
or a window to
toss it from
Same guy would
give the shirt
off his back
at a moment's need
He'd walk a mile
in your shoes
lending a hand
never complaining
Son of a gun was a Athiest.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Still here
Enraptured
By GC
Believe, believe
or you wont be rapt
you’ll be sore stuck
on terra firma
Raptured folks
not wrapped to tight
wish to ascend
unto the skies
It came, it went
the appointed hour
and left folks here
still standing
Oh well
Perhaps there will be
another time or place
for the great unrapping
By GC
Believe, believe
or you wont be rapt
you’ll be sore stuck
on terra firma
Raptured folks
not wrapped to tight
wish to ascend
unto the skies
It came, it went
the appointed hour
and left folks here
still standing
Oh well
Perhaps there will be
another time or place
for the great unrapping
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Vittles
Travelin’ Shoes
By GC
My tongue
shouts out
to my sole
make tracks
hie yourself
to LT’s joint
for chitterlin’s
cornbread
collard greens
shrimp & grits
fried catfish,
yeah man,
soul food
By GC
My tongue
shouts out
to my sole
make tracks
hie yourself
to LT’s joint
for chitterlin’s
cornbread
collard greens
shrimp & grits
fried catfish,
yeah man,
soul food
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mother's Day
Apple Pie
By GC
Another Hallmark Holiday
honoring
the good, the bad
the ugly
Mother’s are people
deserving of love and honor
or in some cases
disdain
Happy Mother’s day
you good ones;
wallow in self pity
you others
By GC
Another Hallmark Holiday
honoring
the good, the bad
the ugly
Mother’s are people
deserving of love and honor
or in some cases
disdain
Happy Mother’s day
you good ones;
wallow in self pity
you others
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