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Lulu Leroy

imagesCA0AW9WFDaily Prompt: Opposite Day

If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fiction, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture.

He was twenty miles from Mobile

Trudging up a big hill

Growing to man from a boy

Saw a dirty faced beauty

Walkin’ free bound to no duty

Introduced herself as Lulu Leroy

She carried an old six string

Showed him how she could sing

Said she wanted to be a star

He said, “sister if ya will

Let’s both hitchhike to Nashville

Show them how you sing and play that guitar”

Every honky-tonk and dive in town

She laid her music down

And nobody seemed to catch on

Producers didn’t like her music

Weren’t crazy for acoustics

After six weeks they was gone

Hopped a train north to Chicago

Slept with tramps, bums, and hobos

Tried her style in bars and clubs

Got paid nothin’ but chicken feed

And hand outs on corners and streets

Not enough for rent or grub

They slept in the tall grass

West of Topeka Kansas

Her love brought him such joy

She sung a song about him

He was one of many men

Who had the love of Lulu Leroy

She had an Uncle Jim in Fresno

At least that’s what she said so

She was getting itchy and restless

Gave her money to go westbound

She got aboard the next Greyhound

Waved good bye from the back of the bus

He headed on north to Fargo

Worked fields where the wind blows

Couldn’t get that girl out of his mind

Cut timber in the Yukon

Oil rigs in Saskatchewan

Looking for something he couldn’t find

After five years he went to Fresno

To find Uncle Jim cause she said so

Found him with a little boy

His hair was black and wild

The way he looked as a little child

This was his son and Lulu Leroy’s

Uncle Jim took him on a short ride

To grave upon the hillside

Where there was no tears of joy

He stood broken and alone

And read from the simple headstone

Here lies Lulu Leroy

He raised me not to wander

Be afraid of wind and thunder

To build on life and not destroy

Three graves upon a hillside

That’s where they all reside

Uncle Jim, Daddy, and Lulu Leroy

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Some Can Even Find Good In Bigotry (a poem)

Daily Prompt: Silver Linings

Write about something you consider “ugly” — war, violence, failure, hatred — but try to find beauty, or a sense of hope, in your thoughts.

Day say dere no good in bigotry

Me, I a positive thinker

I find good in everything and everyone.

Bigotry, find one good thing ‘bout it

Jus one – huh, you can’t

It ain’t cause ya stupid

It’s beeeecause ya smart

If ya stupid ya’d be namin’ me a dozen

Right now!

I knows men that can name a hundred, two hundred, jus like dat

Somethin, bein’ stupid for knowin’ somethin’ dat other can’t knows

Now dat stupid man have ta think a long time

Ta be dat stupid.

He proud of it

He work at it

He go ta stupid school, take test, ta make sure he remember stupid.

Somebody say day a good thing about bigotry?

Ya got ta be crazy!

Ya say if I can’t find somthin’ I stupid too?

Ah, ya think me a fool?

Day is somethin’ good ‘bout bigotry

It take me a minute, but I figure it

Dat make me smarter den Mr. Bigot

Right!

Ya want ta know, don’t ya?

I knows something’ he don’t

But who care, ya don’t believe anyway?

Here it come –

We all da same

Dat’s it

So what good ‘bout bigotry?

Ah, here secret

Good man pay thirty dollar and five dollar tip for me ta mow lawn

Bigot pay sixty dollar and take five away ‘cause I don’t do good job

Good man feed my family

Bigot man feed family ‘n’ send my kid’ ta college

Bigot always payin’ ta stay stupid

‘nd dat’s a good thing.

There is yet one more thing Mr. Bigot doesn’t know

He thinks I squander the winters in Mississippi with my impoverished ignorant kinfolks

Actually, I have a timeshare in the Cayman’s,

while he labors hard all winter to afford lawn care in the summer.

And that is a most excellent thing.

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Lulu Leroy

imagesCA41MSYDDaily Prompt: Unleash Your Inner Dickinson

National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.

He was twenty miles from Mobile

Trudging up a big hill

Growing to man from a boy

Saw a dirty faced beauty

Walkin’ free bound to no duty

Introduced herself as Lulu Leroy

 

She carried an old six string

Showed him how she could sing

Said she wanted to be a star

He said, “sister if ya will

Let’s both hitchhike to Nashville

Show them how you sing and play that guitar”

 

Every honky-tonk and dive in town

She laid her music down

And nobody seemed to catch on

Producers didn’t like her music

Weren’t crazy for acoustics

After six weeks they was gone

 

Hopped a train north to Chicago

Slept with tramps, bums, and hobos

Tried her style in bars and clubs

Got paid nothin’ but chicken feed

And hand outs on corners and streets

Not enough for rent or grub

 

They slept in the tall grass

West of Topeka Kansas

Her love brought him such joy

She sung a song about him

He was one of many men

Who had the love of Lulu Leroy

 

She had an Uncle Jim in Fresno

At least that’s what she said so

She was getting itchy and restless

Gave her money to go westbound

She got aboard the next Greyhound

Waved good bye from the back of the bus

 

He headed on north to Fargo

Worked fields where the wind blows

Couldn’t get that girl out of his mind

Cut timber in the Yukon

Oil rigs in Saskatchewan

Looking for something he couldn’t find

 

After five years he went to Fresno

To find Uncle Jim cause she said so

Found him with a little boy

His hair was black and wild

The way he looked as a little child

This was his son and Lulu Leroy’s

 

Uncle Jim took him on a short ride

To grave upon the hillside

Where there was no tears of joy

He stood broken and alone

And read from the simple headstone

“Here lies Lulu Leroy”

 

He raised me not to wander

Be afraid of wind and thunder

To build on life and not destroy

Three graves upon a hillside

That’s where they all reside

Uncle Jim, Daddy, and Lulu Leroy

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Stupid Cupid

Daily Prompt: Cupid’s Arrow

 

Valentine’s Day is incredibly stupid

From the calendar it should be excluded

Love has no special day

For being good in every way

And similarly no need for a Cupid

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A Couple of Poems

I sat down this morning and finished a poem I started yesterday and wrote another this morning.

Really Bad Breath

“Hey, It’s my job. You wouldn’t leave on your own so I was called in.

An insult to declare my breath is bad!
Sardines, garlic, onions I just had.
Brushed my teeth, but it’s been yore
How can ya tell passed out on the floor?
 
Perhaps I’m fitted for a task
Of peeling paint and staining glass.
Invite me over when bad company looms
I’ll open my mouth and clear the room.
 

Stolen  Dreams Stolen Fruit

There are things you’ll never see
My sad eyes and stolen dreams
Those are just a two of the things
Resulted from your wayward schemes
 
You’ve taken all that you could find
My heart and tears I left behind
Claimed as yours, though they are mine
What else was taken can’t be defined
 
When you think of others in their pain
Is that the prize you sought for gain
Things you’ve done you have no shame
I still don’t know from where it came
 
What did you think or come to expect
A prize, a charm, or a pretty barrette
There’s two things that you did get
A deceptive heart and no regret?
 
I hope you’ll see your waywardness
Pride keeps you away, at a distance
There are yet two things I do possess
An open heart and my forgiveness
 
Is stolen fruit one that really taste best?
Or is a thief’s only rationale bequest
It only taste good for a moment of fest
Never meant sustain or calmly digest

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