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Nightowl's Sparkle in the Dark, and Sleep in the Day
Nightowl's Sparkle in the Dark, and Sleep in the Day
Westminster Abbey
Here lies Mary, Queen of Scotts
On view for all to see
Cast in marble – cold as ice
Entombed for eternity
Behind iron fences capped with spikes
To keep away the throng
Only in death, can she forget
She was so very wronged.
Cut off her head – her cousin did
To keep her from the throne
Power crazed families – out of control
She haunts – her ghost still roams
Stone steps worn, with the weight of the world
Lead to the graves so old
The duchess, the duke, the earl, the priest
All equal – covered in mold.
Their bodies immortalized – marble and stone
But spirits are long gone
Forgotten works, good deeds and bad
Blurred – time marching on.
Status shown by gilt and stone
The poor in unmarked graves
Those in between lie underfoot
In death – they are all the same.
© g. abbey
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It’s Not Dark Yet; duets.me.bob.recording146Hello to all of my readers. As some of you know, I’ve been working on a book for a long time, but , finally the time has come when I have finished the prep work and am sending it to the publisher. Before he starts his own lengthly process, I want to print here an excerpt from the book. I hope you enjoy the story, but please note, the book is a combination of stories, and poetry. All the stories and poetry are based on real life events, and all are copy right and may not be used without written permission.
The reason for the printing of this story is explained in the book.
What the Blind Man Saw
One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
He came and killed those two dead boys
One bright day in the middle of the night
As I was walkin’ up the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh how I wish he’d go away
Jaybird sittin’ on a hickory limb
He winked at me and I winked at him
His eyes were red and his teeth were green
Sat there pickin’ on a tambourine
One bright day in the middle of the night
A monkey and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on a curbstone shootin’ dice
The monkey did a flip and fell on the flea
The flea said, “Whoops, there’s a monkey on me”
A Twinkie and a Tastykake knockin’ at the door
They just come from the mini-mart store
The lady went upstairs to get her gun
Should-a seen the Twinkie and the Tastykake run
One bright day in the middle of the night
As I was walkin’ down the street
Who do ya think I chanced to meet?
It was Godzilla and old King Kong
Stompin’ on buildings and singin’ a song
Red and blue and delicate green
The King can’t catch it ‘n’ neither can the Queen
Bring it in the house through the ‘lectric socket
Catch a rainbow and put it in your pocket
One bright day in the middle of the night
If you don’t believe these lies are true
Ask the blind man; He saw it too.
Folklore – no known author – many different versions found
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