Laramie by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Laramie
Some Street in Laramie
or, An Old Outlaw’s Rant
or, Bury Me in Laramie
or, Something Like That
===========
As I shambled down a dim alley in Laramie
As I stumbled along, that unfortunate day,
I somehow tripped over a filthy old codger
All wrapped up in rags, as I wended my way.
“Oh, bang the drums madly and toot the flute badly;
Moan some bawdy ballad as you drag me away;
Into some hole drop me and plop dirt atop me;
I'm an ornery old outlaw and I've done my day.”
“I see by your outfit that are a wanna-be,”
This phrase he croaked out as I limped slowly past
“So abide here a bit and hear some o’ my history;
I'm drunk as ten skunks and my future ain't vast.
“Yes, hunker down here; I’ll recite my sad story,
A clever young cowpoke who slowly backslid,
Gave in to temptation, sought money and glory,
And many a deed bold and wicked I did:
“From many a stagecoach stole all they was bearin’
And many a big bank relieved of their gold,
Thus bafflin’ the lawmen, who loudly was swearin’
That
Laughter From the Loch by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Laughter From the Loch
Laughter From the Loch
==========
Too wide for your wits, and too long, lies my lake;
and its waters are cold, they are deep and opaque;
and the bottom is fractured with fissures,
and ragged with rock, rock, rock,
where you'll never catch me...
Ha ha ha ha... Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha ha ha ha....So if you should spy me, 'twill be by mistake,
but mostly you'll glimpse just the ghost of my wake,
or the flash of a fin that means naught,
but serves only to mock, mock, mock,
that you'll never catch me...
Ha ha ha ha... Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha ha ha ha....So don't pester poor fools with those pictures you take,
for they'll say I'm a log, or a bird or a s...
Harp of Stars by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Harp of Stars
Harp Of Stars
==========Chorus: (optional)Implicit within Nature's laws, I slept until my master spoke,
until his hands had shaped my heart; then, out of nowhere, I awoke.Now I am harper to a proud master, marked with a madness he can't control;
forever farther, and always faster, he seeks to sate the hunger of his soul.
So, made of metal, formed in fires, to be the servant he requires;
the stars that he so much desires, I make my goal.Chorus:
I spin my web between the worlds;
I string my harp upon the deep;
And on my spiderweb of strings
I match the song the dark void sings;
from star to star my bodies fly
while my mad master thinks I sle...
Hi!, You Kaiju by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Hi!, You Kaiju
Hi!, you Kaiju,
Rudely raiding.
We don't like you;
here invading,
Going through
dimension gates,
Coming to
United States,
Without a bill of lading!Warfare between
universes!
I've not seen
anything worse. Is
What you mean
To catch our curses?
If not,
better go!
You'll be beat up though,
If so.This intruding isn't nice.
Once or twice
Should suffice.
All these constant infiltrations
Of our nations
Try my patience;
Yet you constantly appear.
We got giant robots here
That will kick you in your rear
Better quickly learn some fear
If you want my advice!
Knobody Knows by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Knobody Knows
Knobody Knows
(who you are on the internet)
==========
CHORUS:
Nobody knows who you are on the internet;
you might be a dog or a cat or a tree;
it's all just electrons, whatever it seems;
it's just ones and zeros we build into dreams;
and where they come from is a deep mystery.The X-Seven-Seven now programs itself
as it sits, trading stocks, on a dark closet shelf,
because programming's what it does best.
And various web-working people it knows
think it's twenty consultants and three CEOs,
not a thoroughly won Turing test. 'Cause...Yes, Eddy the vampire is doing just fine;
the blood that he drinks has been ordered on-line
and delivered by ...
In the Dark He Dances by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
In the Dark He Dances
in the dark he dances===========
As light's time lengthens, first lost in the glare
and in bright days, he's hid among the burgoning
until the shadows feel the teeth of frost,
Then in the dark he dances.
Then in the dark he dances.When the thin wind stirs, turning trees' leaves,
with it's pale hands, to whispering and clattering
rhythms that writhe like roots amid the rocks;
Then in the dark he dances.
Then in the dark he dances.The weight of eyes lies on you, where woods watching,
crouching stones staring there unstirring,
unhurried, practice patience old and deadly;
Then in the dark he dances.
Then in the da...
How Fortunate by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
How Fortunate
How fortunate we are to be unable
To know the truth beneath the things we sense;
We cannot comprehend the correlation,
Nor calculate the consequence;We don't look past our minds' contents
Or we would fear the things we see,
But dwell in placid ignorance
Amidst the dark infinity,Vast vistas of reality,
Which if we grasped for what they are
We must go mad, or to a dark age flee;
We were not meant to voyage far.
Jack London Song by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Jack London Song
My Jack London Song
==========I'm a rambler, I'm a rover, I'm a sailor and a drover,
I've tramped o'r many seas and far-off lands;
but I'll not rest in clover, I'd do all of it all over,
to live by my wits and with my hands.Chorus:
I would rather be a comet, sending out a shining spark
than the mightiest of planets lost unheeded in the dark;
I would rather blaze in glory, I would rather break than rust;
I would rather be ashes than dust.I have weathered ice and fire, I've ascended ever higher
to find what secret lies beyond the hill.
It's a thrill that's like no other, but behind each hill's another
and the wilderness i...
Heatherisle by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Heatherisle
Heatherisle==========Oh, Innisfree is the place for me;I'm goin' to that island, yessiree.I'm gonna go off there todayAnd build me a cabin outta wattles and clay,An' grow some beans for me to eat;I'll live by myself, an' it'll be sweet,An' I'll sit in the meadow surrounded by trees,An' listen to the buzzin' of all of my bees.An' it'll be peaceful livin' there,Just lookin' at the sky and breathin' th' air,Cause it'll be quiet all around,Just the bugs and the birds and the lake for sound.So that is how it's gonna be,I hear that island callin' me,Callin' in my heart now, night and day,So I'm off to Innesfree, I'm goin' away.Yeah!
I Don't Dance by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
I Don't Dance
I Don't Dance
=
I'm an old fogey, I'm a don't-dance guy,
And I'm takin' this chance to tell you why:
I used to be a dancin' fool
My steps were smooth and my moves were cool
They were something stupendous,
but now they're horrendous,
And I miss the days when I could really rule.
Now I'm a wheezy geezer and a squeeky-knees-er,
without the clout to be a real crowd-pleaser.
My get up and go has got up and gone
And I really wish those kids would get off of my lawn.
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The Dog's Song: a kipple by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
The Dog's Song: a kipple
The Dog's Song: a kipple
===========
We have been partners for so long,
The lines of dog and man,
That the songs of that ancient age are lost,
Of our first joint hunting clan.
Long, long ago these pacts were made
Between the tribe and pack,
To live together by the fire,
To share, with others, skills they lack.
Together live and, after that,
To find each other waiting there.
(But the wild souls go to a different court
And I hope their judge is fair.)
The humans were clever of mind and hand,
Masters of fire and spear,
But their teeth were blunt and their senses weak,
And out in the dark lived fear.
We dogs were atuned to the ancient earth
And alert, and our senses keen,
We were agile and quick, and strong of jaw;
We had knowledge of things unseen.
So we shared our hunt, and we shared our lives,
Safe in each other’s care;
(But the wild souls go to a different court,
And I hope their judge is fair.)
Winters and summers, nights and days
So many have passed since then,
And very
Runaway by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Runaway
Runaway
==========
Someone slipped outside
Through the window.
Someone slipped outside
With no goodbye.
Someone went off down the lane.
Someone was not seen again.
Who can say where they went,
Or even try?
Someone went somewhere
Out the window.
Someone journeyed
Silently, alone.
Someone had made up their mind
To be where others could not find,
And that thought took them
Into the unknown.
Someone’s gone away,
Beyond the window,
Left a life behind them,
They reject.
Someone wanted to be free,
Perhaps to seek, perhaps to flee,
And went, not knowing what
They might expect.
Someone ran away;
The open window,
The unlatched gate,
Are all that testify.
Someone had a reason then,
But left no clue what it had been,
It is no use to ask the window
Why.
==========
Spam, spam, spam! by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Spam, spam, spam!
Spam, spam, spam!
==========
Somewhere there is… a wretched man
with an unlimited dialing plan;
he uses it for no good ends;
spam he has, and spam he sends;
spam, spam, spam!
From a dubious source he got a list
of numbers he was told exist,
compiled by data-seeking bots
to aid him in his evil plots:
spam, spam, spam!
Other robots, tweeting tones,
seek out all his victims’ phones,
and to them speak recorded bait
to tempt them to a dreadful fate:
spam, spam, spam!
Oh, nastier than biting flies
hatched from a list that never dies,
flown forth to fund a villain’s schemes
with empty promises and dreams:
spam, spam, spam!
Someday that man will die and dwell
In a painful part of a horrid hell;
though that is far too kind a fate,
such sins he cannot expiate:
spam! spam! spam!
==========
Philip K. Dick by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Philip K. Dick
Philip K. Dick
A Trefoilly
===========
Philip K. Dick wrote surreal stuff
As if life weren't unreal enough;
Enough for Science Fiction fans
Whose minds were flexible, but tough,
For Phil was a thoughtful surrealist.
Philip K. Dick had plots whose plans
Outweirded many another man’s,
Made readers question reality,
And exceeded a lot of attention spans,
For Phil was a thoughtful surrealist.
Philip K. Dick had a mind quite free
To see things that weren’t there to see
To call the universe's bluff
And ask: what’s like it seems to be?,
For Phil was a thoughtful surrealist.
===========
The Wreck of the Hortense Matilda McAllister by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
The Wreck of the Hortense Matilda McAllister
The Wreck of the Hortense Matilda McAllister
- some recovered verses of a maritime disaster ballad*
===========
Hey, all you lake sailor men, listen to me,
While I sing of events that once happened to be
Involved with a ship that unfortunately
Was named Hortense Matilda McAllister.
She was named for the lady a very rich man
Had learned to play poker from once, in Japan,
And to pay off a debt was this slick fellow's plan
For the Hortense Matilda McAllister.
...
It was on a quiet, cool September day
While the skies o're Ohio were probably gray,
When the fates conspired to take away
The Hortense Matilda McAllister
The Hortense Matilda McAllister plied
Lake Erie with freight, was her company's pride,
Till while docked in Toledo she chanced to subside -
Poor Hortense Matilda McAllister
Her hull plates were rusty, repainting delayed,
And her engine repair work was not the best grade,
But at least her insurance was carefully paid,
Old Hortense Matilda McAllister
...
So the
When the Sky Falls by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
When the Sky Falls
When the Sky Falls
===========
When the sky falls
What will we see that lies past heaven's walls
What strange new thing appears
Glimpse where an angel flies, through vast celestial halls
Observe the mighty gears
That turn the firmament, the lamps that light the stars,
Tracks for the planets, moon and sun, the glint
Of pillars holding up the roof beyond,
Or girders bent and broken bars and shattered bond
That held the turning tiles of blue or cloudy days
The maze of miles of pipes for rain or snow,
Their storage pond, and weather's taps,
Perhaps the howling void that has no maps,
Where an annoyed leviathan or other monster calls
What long concealed things are revealed
When the sky falls?
===========
Sphinx of Black Quartz by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Sphinx of Black Quartz
Sphinx of Black Quartz
- An invocation of one of the powers that be not. :)
===========
Sphinx of Black Quartz, judge my vow;
Place me under your protection
As I travel towards perfection,
Seek paths for my soul somehow;
Steer me towards my true direction
With a careful course correction;
Sphinx of Black Quartz, please allow
My exacting education
Without haste or hesitation;
Sphinx of Black Quartz, as I bow,
Heading on, station by station,
Towards that distant destination,
Sphinx of Black Quartz, heed me now!
==========
The Deeps of Loch Ness by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
The Deeps of Loch Ness
The Deeps of Loch Ness
=========
Hello Loch Ness, my old friend,
I've come to walk your shores again,
Because the legend still remaining
Holds out the hope of my obtaining
Some proof of the creatures
that were known here in days of old,
In stories told
About the deeps of Loch Ness....
I’ve read through endless paragraphs
about a few blurred photographs
In books of fervent speculation
About details of their creation
Are they the last, landlocked remnant
of the rulers of an ancient sea,
a mystery
Lost in the deeps of Loch Ness
This speculation sets me yearning;
The need to know keeps me returning;
Keeps me searching, keeps me trying;
So I, despite experts’ denying,
Come to seek out whatever may lurk
In the murk below
Where cold tides flow
Down in the deep, in Loch Ness
And when at night I fall asleep
In dreams I drift into that deep
Where vast strange monsters that astound me
Are swimming by, circling around me,
And I wonder as I dream of them,
do they dream of me
Where
Net of Constant Sorrows by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Net of Constant Sorrows
Net of Constant Sorrows
=========
I'm on the net of constant sorrows
I’ve seen troubles all my days;
My network feed’s a moral cesspool
Full of weirdos and cray-crays.
I log on with a clear agenda,
Hoping to reach my daily goals
And then I get… a thousand emails,
Mostly of spam, and rants by trolls.
The newsfeeds fill my heart with terrors,
Such bad things happen, day and night;
The blogs are full of dreadful errors,
How can I ever set them right?
How can one soul sit at this keyboard
Assailed by legions of fake posts
Sent by fake names and software robots
And I am caught in their net of ghosts.
How can I fix a thousand versions
Of some repeated hateful lie
My voice is lost within those echos,
But I am caught, and still must try.
I'm on the net of constant sorrows….
Laramie by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Laramie
Some Street in Laramie
or, An Old Outlaw’s Rant
or, Bury Me in Laramie
or, Something Like That
===========
As I shambled down a dim alley in Laramie
As I stumbled along, that unfortunate day,
I somehow tripped over a filthy old codger
All wrapped up in rags, as I wended my way.
“Oh, bang the drums madly and toot the flute badly;
Moan some bawdy ballad as you drag me away;
Into some hole drop me and plop dirt atop me;
I'm an ornery old outlaw and I've done my day.”
“I see by your outfit that are a wanna-be,”
This phrase he croaked out as I limped slowly past
“So abide here a bit and hear some o’ my history;
I'm drunk as ten skunks and my future ain't vast.
“Yes, hunker down here; I’ll recite my sad story,
A clever young cowpoke who slowly backslid,
Gave in to temptation, sought money and glory,
And many a deed bold and wicked I did:
“From many a stagecoach stole all they was bearin’
And many a big bank relieved of their gold,
Thus bafflin’ the lawmen, who loudly was swearin’
That
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Fox and Moon by FrostPuma, literature
Literature
Fox and Moon
Fox & Moon
==========The fox was alone in the deep, ancient wood
And only the moon saw him, only the moon,
The fox heard the moon singing to the wood
And only the moon saw him in the clearing.
There is a light hidden in the heart of creatures;
The fox heard the song with his inner light;
In his heart he heard the bright moon singing.
In the deep wood he heard the moon, and wept,
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- Deviant for 17 years
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~~~ I've been writing poems, songs, and bits of fiction for over sixty years, though not continuously, there being many times I needed to place all my attention elsewhere. I start a lot more written works than I finish, and currently I have a lot more finished works than are shown here.
~~~ these works are written from various viewpoints, sometimes mine, sometimes those of various imaginary characters who see the world differently (sometimes very differently) from me.
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Thanks a lot for the watch - very much appreciated!
May the Fun be with you my new Padawan ! 
Thank you for the llama. 
Thank you for the llama
What wouldst thy other account be named under? I should like to see the jewelery you produce - for some reason I am expecting silver roses (and art novaue Beasts)
Nice to see you here! I have been following your web comic, Gone Astray, and checking your DA page from time to time.
I hate to disappoint such beautiful expectations, but I have no silver roses, and (though I love art noveau) no Beasts (yet).
My other account is *DonSimpson
I hate to disappoint such beautiful expectations, but I have no silver roses, and (though I love art noveau) no Beasts (yet).
My other account is *DonSimpson