Thursday, April 1, 2010

stop me if you've heard these before

lord humphrey had a pet white mouse
and when he wasn't shooting grouse
he whiled away the night and day
engaging the rodent in repartee
in the parlor of his ancient house

lets go sit in the park
all day until it gets dark
it it rains we won't care
it's the answer to the flowers prayer
and it won't even leave a mark

sister sophie, a modest young nun
decided to soak up some sun
when her discarded habit
was eaten by a rabbit
she cried 'i'll be a daughter of a gun!'

a temperance lady named june
busted up the local saloon
with her mighty truncheon
she destroyed the free luncheon
and the drunkards warm cocoon

a postal inspector named sage
was on the lookout for gage
when a package came by he said, if
this only contains some good spliff
i could make a living wage

a bear and an antelope
went into the park to grope
when an evil park ranger
named murdock t granger
sold them some very bad dope

josie's kitty climbed a tree
because it wanted to be free
perched below the topmost leaf
it looked down with pure relief
at josie's weeping misery

all humans are the same
all humans are insane
they pretend to be civilized
but that is just a bunch of lies
as they walk in the devils rain

mary jones washed rich folks sheets
and her daughter walked the streets
and made more money in fifteen minutes
than mary in her whole life - that's sad isn't it?
listen to the rain as it beats

listen to the rain as it beats
on the windows and in the streets
it swirls and falls
it murmurs and calls
listen to the rain as it beats


human being said...

i'll never stop you... as i'll never stop the rain...
your songs are always new and fresh
as the songs of the rain...

you know how much i love rain... and the poems you have written on this theme has always made me crow nonstop!

this... these... are marvelous... each segment... each drop... or all together... the shower...
each is a corner of our soul... perhaps hidden and unexplored...

i never get tired of reading your works... they talk to my soul... so deeply...

i especially loved 'all humans...'

and... wow! the last one 'listen to the rain...'

it just killed me!
in my 'horror story' there is a rain episode... without rain i can never write anything...
i was writing something to be sung by the narrator when it rains... now i come here and see this... and i tell myself, hey crow! this is it!

timmy... i put this beautiful segment in my story and link to you... i know it's like putting a pearl among some junk... but i simply fell in love with this... and cannot go on to write my own song...

and i know how kind and generous you are...

do you remember you had a questionnaire post on your blog a long while ago? that island theme?
i can live alone on an island for the rest of my life... provided that each day i receive one of your works in a sealed bottle... tossed on the shore... by the waves...


timmy said...

thanks once again, hb. yes, as always please feel free to use or link up to anything i do.
i am happy to see you can post at such length, on your own site and here and in comments. let's hope this situation continues!

Jenny said...

I like how you marry the merry with the serious. The issues you bring up can never be over and done with, as they so often concern what is human.

Lisa Ursu said...

"all humans are the same
all humans are insane
they pretend to be civilized
but that is just a bunch of lies
as they walk in the devils rain"

Well done.
Thanks for sharing.

Ande said...

Yes. I love how you merge the grand and minute in one mesh. "All humans are the same," almost sounds like an accusation, or a relief. These days, it almost feels strange to read your out spoken critique. We're supposed to be happy just to be part of civilized society, many people say. Are we parts of an organism (the society), or just licking ass nowadays at a grander scale than before? :)

human being said...

thanks to YOU, timmy... my dear friend...

i put up the post with your beautiful song...

crowing at length... eh?
don't be surprised:

they hunted lots of birds
and caged even more
now they let other birds sing a bit
you can guess what for...


such is the life of a crow... who cannot stop crowing...