dVerse MTB Thursday — The Ballad of First Sight

The Ballad of First Sight HimStill trapped by single lifeAt thirty-five years oldDecide to hook a wifeOn cherished marriage showStill live with mom and popYet wait til “I do”s doneBecause I’m dumb and hotAnd looking for some fun.Still smile the way her jawDropped when I dropped my loadWe’re married now by lawShe thinks that I’m…

John Barleycorn, by Robert Burns

image link, which takes you to a good bit of info on John Barleycorn’s cultural identity I’m listening to Traffic’s album, “John Barleycorn Must Die” this afternoon.  The title song’s lyrics got my curiosity going.  Who is this John Barleycorn to be on the receiving end of such abuse?   With a little search, I found…

dVerse — Poetics — The Ballad of Hillscomb

image link The Ballad of Hillscomb Folks claim when Red rode in one dusk the sky poured blackish green;That green of corn crept black and that their apple cheeks drained ash;The steed Red wheeled was white as death, with apparition’s sheen;Her burdened mules’ poor staggered steps as if to be their last. They say that…