What the heck, might as well.

I have a few "unpublished works". I'll submit myself to ridicule.


I see this as a bit of a blues number..

Satisfied:

Not particularly angry
Nor particularly sad
Not really bent out of shape
Not really glad

Not really hungry
Not feeling glum
Not particularly giddy
Not really bummed

Not really contrite
Not really fried
I wouldn't say I'm tired
Just kind of satisfied.

Heart:


What do you say when all words fail you
How do you express what you can't comprehend
If the situation demands an answer
Then on what does your verbiage depend

Keep it simple, Keep it clean
Get it right from the start
Keep it simple, keep it clean
Just speak with your heart.

Good men die for no good reason
Bad men get off with little fine
The squeaky wheel gets the grease
All things happen in their time

Keep it simple, keep it clean
Get it right from the start
Keep it simple, keep it clean
Just speak with your heart.

Dreams:

Vagabond fair rolled in today
Smelling of the road and miles gone by
Cotton candy, gaudy lights and rickety rides
Ripping off kids on the midway

An old man looks on and cracks a grin
Shakes his head and says 'that takes me back'
Hold your girl tight, give the wheel a smack
More often than not you wouldn't win

Like the road show, life ain't what it seems
You take your chances, give it your best
Sometimes you gotta settle like all the rest
Living just a breath away from your dreams.

Brain pan fried chicken:


Stuff is flooding my mind like candy fluff on dope
I can feel it leaking from my ears like so much grey ooze
Good brains are so hard to come by these days....Timothy Leary knows
Stretch time to to make days into rubberbands and shoot the years off your fingertips into the livingroom of your life
Disjointed daydreams make sense only if you open your head and pour the scum off the top
Everyone needs a mental enema now and then.

Soul wreck;


Walking down the beach of a wave battered life
I came upon the wreckage of a soul
It lay half burried in brown sand and seaweed
dashed upon the rocks with no control

It must have been adrift for years
At sea on a course set by the wind
It made it's final landfall on a tragic night
At a time when life itself should just begin

The soul had served it's pilot well
Giving years of hope and love and peace
But now it's captain wanders without a ship to steer
Feeling only anger and some grief

Upon the Death of Salvador Dali


Upon the death of Salvador Dali
I sit and ponder one mans folly
A man who's mind, so twisted and strange
Labeled him genius yet somewhat deranged

What form of madness drove this man
to paint a cathedral in a can
To work in light and dark and swatches
Macaber visions of amoebic watches

A vestal Madonna in colors primary
at first might seem a tad bit scary
Alone and floating in the aether
With nothing above her and nothing beneath her

Did his logic show obvious flaws
his work not constrained by physical laws
Or were his works just clever schemes
to release the power of one mans dreams

I sit and ponder mankinds folly
Upon the death of Salvador Dali.

:o Ridicule?! :o



Get serious mate!

Damn, Fulghum - you take a break from the APFFN and return to lay down some mighty good poetry. My 40+ year old hat is off to your 40+ year old head!

I've still given up.

Thanks TF. Good to be back and to hear from you again.

Ain't nuthun but wurds.....

Here's a new one, somewhat autobiographical..


Durant


Summer of ’67
The summer of love
I’m stuck in second grade
Stuck in Mississippi mud

Durant Mississippi
Wide spot in the road
Subsistence agriculture
In every backyard

Crop dusters strafing cotton fields
DDT in the air
Barefoot in the red dirt
Kudzu everywhere

Fishing out of the pond
Bluegill on the line
Civil rights marchers going by
Very confusing times

White folks panic
The day Dr. King is shot
Memphis only 100 miles away
Trouble we don’t want

Grape Nehi at the fleabag hotel
Frozen custard in a cone
One stop on the blues highway
That’s where I called home

Sitting at BB’s knee
At the Kosiesko County fair
White kid gets to strum Lucille
My life changed then and there

Summer of ‘67
Summer of love
I’m stuck in second grade
Stuck in Mississippi mud.

Those are awesome! Very good.. I like Satisfied the best though. It's simple, but very complex

Brock

Nice work Fulghum!

Nothin here to ridicule, so never stop writing!
Express all that can't be said
Always be looking forward, Always trust your head
These things, that you see, make others more aware
So dare to put pen to paper
And sheath your sword to the world!

Just a little something off the cuff, I really enjoyed Mississippi Mud so truly said Fulgham. Have you written other things as well?

I been writing off and on my whole life. Poems, lyrics, free verse, prose....just whatever pop's in my head....

I'm kind of like George Carlin, I'm fascinated with language.