This fool

 This poem was written in January 1984. I was 23. 

A cat-fisher dude took advantage of me. Funny how you still have cat-fishers today.  

It's a country song. 

This Fool written by Donna R. Riley now Donna R Lands 1984

My darlin you see.

You can’t fool me.

This fool’s been fooled before.

And I won’t take no more.

On my face I’ve already fell.

Let me tell you, I know this game to well.

I’ve heard every charming line you can say.

So let’s just go our separate way.

No heartache or pain.

You just go on and seek your fame.

Because my darlin you see.

You can’t fool me.

This fool’s been fooled before.

And I’ll never take no more.

Tell you I must.

There was never really a chance for us.

We started out as a lie.

The truth will be our goodbye.

There was a reason for all my doubt.

I’m certainly happy I figured it out.

So my darlin, this is forever goodbye you see.

Fore a fool I may be.

But a broken heart I won’t.

By feeling love for you I don’t.

So my darlin you see.

Its over between you and me.

For I won’t be a fool no more.

This fools been fooled before

What kind of Love

 What kind of Love © Donna Rae Lands 

What kind of love is greater than our destiny…?

The highest above that I see…especially in thee…

Sweet music to thine ears regaled all mine fears…

Pleasant memories seen to achieve and to also believe…

The hugs and smiles from a child given freely… ever so mild…

What kind of love is greater than our destiny…?

Our amazing happy skies can show no lies…

Sweet music to thine ears regaled all mine fears…

Waves of grass upon a painted wall–relaxes all…

Energy is always needed to stand tenderly tall…

What kind of love to be free…in our destiny…

The glory of our touch-peaceful ever so much…

Our alpine mountains showing its greenish plush…

Sweet music to thine ears releases all mine fears…

Taking walks and having our evening talks…

It's labor and our neighbor's way to see…

What kind of love is there to be… for our honored destiny…?

Sweet music to thine ears regaled all mine fears…

 

Without

 Without © Donna Rae Lands

 

Scooby Scooby Do, what about you?

No pouts or doubt, just do without.

Plenty abounds for us hardworking clowns.

 

We should laugh whilst over spending.

Besides, it’s about defending and mending.

Scooby Scooby Do, what about you?

 

Eat bugs of anew and happiness will ensue.

It’s supply of demand for tent cities built by Uncle Sam.

Plenty abounds for us hardworking hounds.

 

Tax us more by mounds and mounds.

We want it now, said the big brown cow.

Scooby Scooby Do, what about you?

 

It’s one of twelve to take the waiting delve.

Who would care for the scare of one so rare?

Plenty abounds for us hardworking clowns.

 

Be the best, drive less and take the broken test.

Living and giving are treasures to pursue.

Scooby Scooby Do, what about you?

Plenty abounds for us hardworking hounds.

 

Words

 Words © Donna Rae Lands

 

Bones and stones...wills and skills...

Loans and thrills...Taking and faking it to the hills...

Break it to me...in your sight

 

Rake it up to thee...in upward light. 

Sing our song gently into the night.

Bones and stones....wills and skills...

 

We walk the path...in our heart...

We'll never leave and never depart...

Break it to thee...in everyone's sight...

 

We'll swim the oceans of delight...

We’ll lift our souls to pay the bills...

Loans and thrills...taking and faking it to the hills...

 

They try to keep you down...

Lost in the devils sound...

Bones and stones...wills and skills...

 

The crab or magi is our choice...

Decide...take the ride... of our inner voice...

Bones and stones...Wills and skills...

Loans and thrills taking it to the hills...

Yes, babe

 Yes, Babe © Donna Rae Lands

 

Yes, babe, we’re sitting on the porch full of sunshine.

Yes, babe, we’re having a conversion, sipping wine and passing the time.

Yes, babe, we have a friendship beyond a thousand years.

Yes, babe, we speak words of cheers about our greatest yesteryears.

Yes, babe, your smile and happiness means the world to me.

Yes, babe, we started out as tortured souls seeking our destiny.

Yes, Babe, we’re still sitting on our porch full of sunshine.

Yes, babe, I am yours and you’re forever mine.

Yes, babe, remember, you followed me.

Yes, babe, you sang your songs full of loving beauty.

Yes, babe, you put me on a shelf reserved for nobody else.

Yes, babe, your anger got the best of you.

Yes, babe, you chased your heart to pursue what you already knew.

Yes, babe, I am here, there and everywhere.

Yes, babe, I’m your sky, your raindrops, and your sunshine.

Yes, babe, we’re having a conversation, sipping wine and wasting our precious time.

Yes, babe, it’s never a goodbye to make us cry.

Yes, babe, we know each other through thick and thin.

Yes, babe, it’s a love so deep, that it can never end.

Yes, babe, we speak words of cheers about our greatest yesteryears.

Amen.

You upset her

You upset her. © Donna Rae Lands

 

You pissed off that focking bitch.

She’s such a whore, that you don’t know which.

The plot carries on till the morning dawn.

She’s riding merry-go-rounds singing musical-crazy sounds.

 

Oh darling, she was graciously ever so smooth.

The touch of your pounding heart was to always soothe.

It was always to roll and play her sweet little tricks.

Was it all about the almighty dick and the cigar tiny pricks?

 

You pissed off that focking bitch.

She’s such a whore, that you don’t know which.

The plot carries on till the morning dawn.

She’s riding merry-go-rounds singing musical-crazy sounds.

 

Thunder with the beating led to all her cheating.

Pretty faces were destined for all those silly places.

She thought she was the lady of cool.

But actually she was a stupid blueberry fool.

 

You pissed off that focking bitch.

She’s such a whore, that you don’t know which.

The plot carries on till the morning dawn.

She’s riding merry-go-rounds singing musical-crazy sounds.

 

Anguish of sorrows touched her groins-watching men as they threw their haunted coins.

It was always painted crimson red for her burning bed.

She’s reeling from all the tokens of the villains.

She’s the angel in the street-till the devil in the house came to greet and meet.

 

You pissed off that focking bitch.

She’s such a whore, that you don’t know which.

The plot carries on till the morning dawn.

She’s riding merry-go-rounds singing musical-crazy sounds.

 

 

 

 

White as fleece

 White as fleece © Donna Rae Lands

 

White as fleece…driven as snow.  

Earth angels spread love wherever they go.  

Our golden brown all around…Hear the sound… 

 

Sandy beaches-out of reaches-never found.  

The encircling rays of majestic glow.  

Earth angels spread love wherever they go.  

 

Their minds are dreaming of sunny day shows.  

Creating how their story goes.  

Blue angels glaring trumpet sounds. 

 

Know the heart of the purple crown.  

Their accents dressed in black are traveling back.  

They are rolling up to the raisin street groves. 

 

White as fleece…driven as snow.  

Heaven’s gate will not wait.  

Slamming shut...the sinner’s fate.  

 

It is the golden sound traveling all around.  

And it can only be found whilst seeking his purple crown.  

Their sands of time are fantastically real.  

 

They are marching in line doing their foot soldier drills.  

Come rain. Come shine.  

Come truth. Cometh their eternal sign.  

Jesus is the one we know to lead the show.  

White as fleece…driven as snow

 

End of poem