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Showdowns

by

Lemuel R. Griffiths

Some remember, most forget,
Now it's done, so don't regret,
Moulded from sorrow, an' laced with love,
You where my freedom... fly low white dove.

I might use tears... I've plenty in store,
They tickle my cheeks, as you... reach the door;
Got nothing to say... and my stare won't get no mention,
We've reached that moment... just like those old westerns.

Now showdowns are boring, we've both made that vow...
Hey, showdowns are trying, I understand now...
Finding it now.

There's a slower train coming, which signals the end,
Got sticky tears a' drying, but I...
Don't need to pretend,
So go now my lovely, to those.. valleys of blue,
And though they vaguely remember...
I... won't forget you,

No, showdowns so boring, both made that vow...
Them showdowns were trying, we understand, how...
We understand how...
We understand now.


Thoughts At A Gate on A One Way Street

by

Lemuel R. Griffiths

It's forever... staying, standing here,
This early and, too bright an Autumn eve.
Far, far, too warm, for an English August,
In the hushing and mild cooling breeze.

Out front of, 'bedsit land',
I stand, perusing my, 'One Way Ahead',
Only traffic is scant,
All still 'part from buzzing of late night life,
From my neighbours windows...
This is where I stay...
this is where I stand.

They're the 'Sit' below mine,
Rusk, Polsk, Lithuanium batteries,
Who cares, 'Least I say,
Knowing we're all children and sharing this,
Silent, blue spinning planet just the same.

They too, have their drug dealers and friends on speed dials,
Me? I'm just here and standing...
On a curious, revolving ball...
At a thousand miles an hour.

Four or five within, give out, sudden,
Old proverbs from longed for country,
And they are running free...
To the future,
But ancestors call
From their graves...
Who is so wise?
All emotion, with my unobserved friends,
Will stay... behind rebellious eyes.

My evening cigarette, near finishing,
Girlfriend, cheap casino,
It can get too mundane,
When I lost her for near half, this slow Sunday,
Her, pain and eyes, near given all up,
To remain this sane.

The day was missed then, more than she'll ever know,
An allegedly restful day,
For some a snippet of a too big a play.

One of the crowd, now,
Behind the floral curtain screams,
But with glee,
Reminds me... of my late Sister,
Long lost along the way.
Guess though, the ages and ashes,
We'll all lose them with a, thanks for showing up and caring,
Whilst inanely smiling... before prayer.

Showdowns

by

Lemuel R. Griffiths

Some remember, most forget,
Now it's done, so don't regret,
Moulded from sorrow, an' laced with love,
You where my freedom... fly low white dove.

I might use tears... I've plenty in store,
They tickle my cheeks, as you... reach the door;
Got nothing to say... and my stare won't get no mention,
We've reached that moment... just like those old westerns.

Now showdowns are boring, we've both made that vow...
Hey, showdowns are trying, I understand now...
Finding it now.

There's a slower train coming, which signals the end,
Got sticky tears a' drying, but I...
Don't need to pretend,
So go now my lovely, to those.. valleys of blue,
And though they vaguely remember...
I... won't forget you,

No, showdowns so boring, both made that vow...
Them showdowns were trying, we understand, how...
We understand how...
We understand now.

Thoughts At A Gate on A One Way Street

by

Lemuel R. Griffiths

It's forever... staying, standing here,
This early and, too bright an Autumn eve.
Far, far, too warm, for an English August,
In the hushing and mild cooling breeze.

Out front of, 'bedsit land',
I stand, perusing my, 'One Way Ahead',
Only traffic is scant,
All still 'part from buzzing of late night life,
From my neighbours windows...
This is where I stay...
this is where I stand.

They're the 'Sit' below mine,
Rusk, Polsk, Lithuanium batteries,
Who cares, 'Least I say,
Knowing we're all children and sharing this,
Silent, blue spinning planet just the same.

They too, have their drug dealers and friends on speed dials,
Me? I'm just here and standing...
On a curious, revolving ball...
At a thousand miles an hour.

Four or five within, give out, sudden,
Old proverbs from longed for country,
And they are running free...
To the future,
But ancestors call
From their graves...
Who is so wise?
All emotion, with my unobserved friends,
Will stay... behind rebellious eyes.

My evening cigarette, near finishing,
Girlfriend, cheap casino,
It can get too mundane,
When I lost her for near half, this slow Sunday,
Her, pain and eyes, near given all up,
To remain this sane.

The day was missed then, more than she'll ever know,
An allegedly restful day,
For some a snippet of a too big a play.

One of the crowd, now,
Behind the floral curtain screams,
But with glee,
Reminds me... of my late Sister,
Long lost along the way.
Guess though, the ages and ashes,
We'll all lose them with a, thanks for showing up and caring,
Whilst inanely smiling... before prayer.