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by William Gentry




  Selected Poetry and Songs

  By William Gentry

  Copyright 2013 William Gentry

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  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  Poetry and Prose

  I Have Not Seen Enough Yet

  Shade Tree Farm

  Money and Blood

  Charity of Consequence

  A Rose So Red

  Turning Pink

  Folly

  West Virginia

  Ships On The Water

  A Song for Mr. Johnson

  About Poetry and Prose

  About I Have Not Seen Enough Yet

  About Shade Tree Farm

  About Money and Blood

  About Charity of Consequence

  About A Rose So Red

  About Turning Pink

  About Folly

  About West Virginia

  About Ships On The Water

  About A Song for Mr. Johnson

  Foreword

  Hello to all the dreamers and poets. I too aspire to be one. I have titled this book, “Selected Poetry and Songs,” because these are the poems and songs I can still manage to find. I write and move, and in the course of moving many times I have lost a large number of poems and pieces of prose I have written over the years.

  In the future I hope to retrieve as many of those lost writings as I can, and put together a complete work. At the end of this book I have included an about section, which is more or less where I was at the time and the impetus for the poem, song or prose. Feel free to criticize my ramblings. I ain’t scared ovs ya.

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  Poetry and Prose

  Pain and degradation

  live next door to me,

  In a house of empty souls

  trying to be free.

  In a perfect world

  this house would never be,

  But sadly enough

  this house is all I see.

  I shall only take a moment

  to glimpse upon the past,

  When bliss and joy filled the house

  and held it there steadfast.

  But these memories

  do not replace the present,

  And these recollections

  have left me but a peasant

  Though the house's story

  may be at a close,

  I will write the remnant imageries

  in poetry and prose.

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  ***1***

  I Have Not Seen Enough Yet

  Take me to the ocean,

  Take me to the sea.

  Fill me up with salt water,

  Toast my skin with the sun.

  I have not seen enough yet

  I have not seen enough yet

  I have not seen enough yet

  Take me to the south of France,

  Or float me down the Rhine.

  Play me your good time music,

  And show me your good time.

  I have not seen enough yet

  I have not seen enough yet

  I have not seen enough yet

  Sometimes we get so caught up,

  And stress replaces joy.

  Just remember how you saw the world,

  When you were a little girl or boy

  Remember...you have not seen enough yet

  You have not seen enough yet

  You have not seen enough yet

  So let's go to the ocean,

  Yeah let's go to the sea.

  Climb the highest mountains,

  And crawl beneath the trees.

  We have not seen enough yet

  We have not seen enough yet

  We have not seen enough yet

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  ***2***

  Shade Tree Farm

  I was out walking through the shade tree farm

  The sky was clear and the sun was warm

  I was glad to be in the shade tree farm

  The breeze was cool and the sun did no harm

  I went down to take water from the crik

  When I saw a fair maiden jus' a bathin' in it

  In a shallow pool she was bathin'

  Said, "waters fine, won’t ya come on in."

  Shy as I was I only approached

  Reached down to wet my lips

  Sittin' there at the water’s edge

  She pulled me in the crik bed

  We was jus' a laffin' and a havin' fun

  When there came a shadow upon the sun

  I saw the farmer with a shotgun

  He said, "Whatch-ya doin' wit' my daughter son"

  I said, "I was jus' walkin' through yer shade tree farm,

  The sky was clear and the sun was warm,

  I went down to the crik to take some water,

  And I run into your daughter."

  "Now, I don' mean no harm,

  But jus' to admire your shade tree farm."

  He said, "That don' sound right,

  And you best leave now

  or I bury you tonight."

  It's kinda lonesome when you’re travelin

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  ***3***

  Money and Blood

  Life comes at such cost

  Ends up in loss,

  Find me release.

  Money measures success

  While drugs are you at your best,

  Makes you want to retreat.

  Love is a facade

  A hidden macabre,

  Of lies and deceit.

  Life comes at such cost

  Ends up in loss,

  Find me peace.

  Live day to day

  Do as I say

  Not as I do,

  Don't keep all your eggs in one basket too.

  Don't ever be late,

  Don't be content to wait,

  I just can't relate.

  I don't want to fight it,

  I want it to end.

  So give me a minute 

  to let it sink in.

  If you want to stay here,

  you give up or give in.

  Just give me a second to realize

  These standards were set 

  By men who hated their lives.

  Fear pays for you sins,

  Again and again,

  You must repent.

  But you've been through the fire,

  Brought back by the water,

  Baptized by some pervert.

  And he says that your blessed,

  Now get undressed,

  And twice you'll convert.

  Fear pays for your sins,

  Again and again

  Will you relent?

  Money and blood are all that I know,

  Or give me some flesh and send me below.

  Money and blood are all that I know,

  Or give me some flesh and send me below.

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  Charity of Consequence

  So we drove to your mother's house,

  seeking some end,

  to all of the lethargy living within.

  But we couldn't find a cure;

  for a man with no history,

  and girl with so much potential.

  And my brother was a soldier 

  who went off to fight a war.

  He sought peace with a gun,

  and the bom
bs at his fingertips.

  Knowing that the war

  Was just a syndicated television show,

  Where the ratings would rise

  as the body count grew.

  But my father was an optimist 

  with a gleam in his eye,

  and it took me 27 years

  to figure out why.

  He said that everything was cyclical,

  and the world would be fine.

  It was the people that were f@*#=ed,

  and in their own good time.

  On to your mother's house

  I dreamed in the car,

  that I could build up a monument

  to all of these tragedies

  with a televised, syndicated history 

  of the world's greatest mistakes

  Because everyone love's tragedy,

  and everyone loves a war,

  and when your praying for death

  Death comes to your door.

  But when you pray to be reprieved

  The end is just beginning again.

  Then I met a man 

  with a tear on his heart.

  Shouting: we salute you America

  from a thousand dead children,

  standing at attention

  at the gates of heaven

  to welcome the millions to come

  But I remembered that everything was cyclical,

  as I watched him enter the coffee shop

  to order some coffee, 

  and toast,

  and eggs.

  Because The Charity Of Consequence 

  serves pain and prosperity,

  to come from the killings of the masses.

  It comes from the killings 

  of the masses.

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  A Rose So Red

  A rose so red 

  where lips do tread, 

  and secrets reveal the pearl.

  A gift so flush

  my heart doth rush,

  to set your mind to swirl.

  And sweet parting treats

  speak gaily of feats,

  that know not one desire.

  But that blissful dream

  I dreamt it may seem,

  while glancing as a squire.

  A rose so red

  where hearts do tread,

  the paths of endless joy.

  A plan so grand

  as if it were to be planned,

  in some great planner's ploy.

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  Turning Pink

  On a lattice trellis,

  above the daisies and roses.

  You spin a delicate passage,

  towards the sun and quenched by hoses.

  A simple alert face,

  unassuming and set to please.

  With many brethren,

  nearby to tease.

  Oh tropical oddity,

  Coral Creeper or Chinese Love Vine.

  I whisper your name,

  through lips soaked in wine.

  A cunning fox,

  you would make.

  If only your being could 

  prevail away from the earth,

  your hand I would gather and take.

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  Folly

  Lashless, colorless, odorless folly

  Pray thee do not come to me

  For your mind is full of clout

  With eyes bigger than your mouth

  And brazen arms that could bend

  If not buckle from grief within

  Circling some young thing garishly ample

  Prejudiced by what you cannot sample

  Tasting bitter tongues as if to warrant

  "Some excuse for lasciviousness," she spoke, observant

  To the changing weather and ebbing tides

  To the wind and earth and all you leave, besides

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  West Virginia

  Chorus parts 1 & 2;

  I took my bride

  To the riverside,

  And washed my hands

  Clean.

  They shot her down

  On our wedding night,

  And now my fire is burning bright

  Verse 1

  I will take my hands and heart

  To do the devil’s bidding,

  For the only thing

  That I have loved

  In this cold world

  Is washing down the riverbanks

  To the belly of… the Atlantic

  Chorus repeat

  Verse 2

  So keep your good book

  At your bed side table

  Say you’re prayers tonight

  When the witching hour does approach

  My love’s light

  Will shine through… my sins.

  Chorus repeat

  Verse 3

  You may think me an evil man

  And that may be

  But when the reaper

  Takes your love away from you

  You come speak to me

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  Ships On The Water

  Watching the sunset on Koh Larn

  Ships on the water bobbing with the current

  Clouds slowly passing by

  Carrying foreign waters to far away lands

  Lightning makes thunder claps in the distance

  As the water laps against the concrete walls of the northern harbor

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  A Song for Mr. Johnson

  Dark and windy was the trail.

  I held my lantern steady, but it failed.

  I just kept walking,

  Walking through Hell.

  When I met the devil,

  I was happy just to see a face.

  He grinned and shook his head,

  And said I see you know this place.

  Last time you were here,

  You left without a trace.

  But I have no time to deal in transgressions,

  I only have, just one question.

  He said, “Are you gonna wear my cape?”

  Well, I said devil,

  You pegged me wrong.

  And there ain’t no way I’m gonna sing your dark songs.

  I like your darkness.

  I like your sin.

  But there ain’t no reason for me to come here again.

  You see devil,

  I got a woman,

  Who makes me whole.

  I got a woman,

  That satisfies my soul.

  She don’t go to church,

  And she don’t read from your black books.

  She’s got a new religion,

  And I do believe I’m hooked.

  So do me a favor,

  Pack your tricks.

  ‘Cause I got a new temple to build,

  And you can bet it ain’t made a bricks.

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  About Poetry and Prose

  I wrote this poem after my parent’s divorce. It’s about the house I used to know while growing up.

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  About I Have Not Seen Enough Yet

  I wrote this when I first travelled to Taiwan. I have spent much of my time trekking here and there. I truly believe the world is yours to get out there and experience. AND you should!

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  About Shade Tree Farm

  This is a silly song I created while I was a student at Evergreen State College. I wrote two such silly songs there. I hope to find the other one. Here, in no particular order, are some of the normal English meanings for the slang in this poem: crik=creek, laffin’=laughing, Whatch-ya doin'=What are you doing, wit’=with, crik bed=the bottom of the creek, ya=you, yer=your, don’=don’t

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  About Money and Blood
r />   This was around the time that the news came out with all the stories about priests molesting children in various parishes around the United States. I am Catholic, and was raised in a Catholic church. I have much love and respect for the church, but some of its supposed leaders are a serious mess. I don’t agree with everything the church espouses. I am also a Taoist, a Buddhist and a Zoroastrian. Faith is truly a house with many rooms. If you are an atheist, I truly feel sorry for you.

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  About Charity of Consequence

  I wrote Charity of Consequence when my brother was going to Iraq for the second time. My brother is a Naval officer, an E.O.D. or Explosives Ordinance and Demolition Senior Chief. He has been to Iraq twice, and once to Afghanistan. He is a singer, a songwriter and a great human being. Love you bro! Check out one of his songs he wrote and made a video for when he was in Iraq. J, my brother, is the one in the middle. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJg4x4J-DIE

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  About A Rose So Red

  I wrote this in high school for a girl I went on only one date with. I guess I didn’t really know who I was writing it for.

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  About Turning Pink

  This poem is exactly what it appears to be. I was drunk in a garden in China.

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  About Folly

  This was after I made the mistake of moving to Thailand for a second time. Maybe it wasn’t a mistake, but it felt like one at the time.

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  About West Virginia

  I worked for Americorps*NCCC and Americorps*ND. In my first year with Americorps*NCCC I travelled to Washington D.C., Virginia, West Virginia, Ohio and Pennsylvania working on various projects called SPIKEs. When my Americorps team was in WestVirginia, I first heard the bluegrass of the land. Hearing the music of West Virginia inspired me to write this song.

 

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