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muster

prepare
ye, all
from the way
of the storm

batten down
them hatches
loosed hell's about
to be born

from butchers,
from bakers
from rosary 
shakers

your children's
sand kingdoms
are ripe
for the taking

no neck
is safe
stretchin' high above
the ruled

their wind,
a wolf's call
soothin' sheep
easily fooled

prepare ye,
citizens
read true
intentions well

keep your wits
aimed
and ready
on the pantry shelf


Rene ~ November 2012
For Magpie Tales

Image ( via Magpie Tales)
Andrew Wyeth, Squall, 1986


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  1. Brian MillerNovember 18, 2012 at 2:13 PM

    ha some cool biblical allusions mixed in with fairy tales...def keep an eye on your children fore they are plundered

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  2. Tess KincaidNovember 18, 2012 at 2:25 PM

    Love butchers bakers and rosary shakers...the dialect is a nice touch...

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  3. Far Beyond The RidgeNovember 18, 2012 at 3:22 PM

    This was really good, Rene
    Unique and creative
    And the dialect perfect
    A fitting warning for any storm a comin

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  4. UnknownNovember 18, 2012 at 3:52 PM

    "from butchers, from bakers
    from rosary shakers

    your children's sand kingdoms
    are ripe for the taking"

    wow! i just love that. really good write and sentiments here. x

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  5. BerowneNovember 18, 2012 at 4:10 PM

    "Batten down them hatches,loosed hell's to be born."
    Yep, and we just lived through it.

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  6. Kathe W.November 18, 2012 at 4:12 PM

    Yow- excellent - especially "your children's sand kingdoms are ripe for the taking"
    Fair warning for the storms ahead.

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  7. HelenNovember 18, 2012 at 7:55 PM

    Totally cool! I'm wondering if mending those trouser holes will really keep out the lusty stuff!!!

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  8. UnknownNovember 19, 2012 at 1:25 PM

    I love your conglomeration of wisdoms and truths. The warnings are posted and I thank you for sharing them, Rene. Wonderful.

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  9. Susan AndersonNovember 20, 2012 at 12:11 AM

    Very cool...and my favorite part?

    from butchers,
    from bakers
    from rosary shakers

    =)

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  10. 21 WitsNovember 20, 2012 at 12:19 PM

    Of course we must mend those holes, and fix the roof before it rains.... hold on to those quotes of wisdom for we always delight in them! Nicely done- it flowed so sweetly!

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  11. MargaretNovember 20, 2012 at 2:03 PM

    loosed hell's about
    to be born

    These whole poem just SINGS! Amazing write...

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  12. Brian MillerNovember 20, 2012 at 6:07 PM

    : )

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  13. BeachannyNovember 20, 2012 at 7:33 PM

    Loved all of this, clever word smithing throughout! Goes well with one of my favorite Wyeths!

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  14. Silent Otto November 21, 2012 at 2:19 AM

    This really resonated with me, Miss Joyce.

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  15. JinksyNovember 21, 2012 at 10:19 AM

    from butchers,
    from bakers
    from rosary shakers

    I wish I'd written that! :)

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  16. hyperCRYPTICalNovember 22, 2012 at 7:53 AM

    Agree with Margaret - this 'poem just sings' and swings you into the midst of it. Excellent write.

    Anna :o]

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