DAVID & GOLIATH (An epic Bible Story ode)
An Epic BIBLE Story Ode
*DAVID & GOLIATH*
For forty days and forty nights,
Goliath challenged the Israelites,
Yes, a seven foot man…
Of “6 cubits and a span…”
Threatened to knock out their lights!
Old King Saul had a motley crew,
An army to do what to do.
He’s too big they cried…
And were terrified…
Then ran when he challenged anew.
“Retreat,” cried the troops of King Saul.
“Advance to the rear,” was the call.
A retreat with precision…
Became the mission…
They “bounced” like off a brick wall.
King Saul said, “Break out the gold!”
“I’ll bribe these dogs to be bold.”
“Goliath has to die!”
Was his battle cry…
“Off with his head!” troops were told.
Saul’s girl was up for grabs too,
A Princess for a hero true.
Who’d never pay tax…
If a battle ax…
Or a sword ran Goliath through!
Jesse had eight sons all right,
With three who were there for the fight.
But in the army of Saul…
They’d dropped the ball…
When Goliath made the army take flight!
David the youngest of eight,
Made sure those three brothers ate.
With “loaves and grains”…
For hunger pains…
Their food sealed Goliath’s fate!
Cause’ perchance, Goliath he heard,
Talk trash with every word.
“My GOD was defied!!”
David cried…
“Goliath is just a big turd!”
His kin knew him like a “Bo-Peep”.
A shepherd who loved his sleep,
So how could they know,
That blow by blow…
He’d been killin’ what stole his sheep?!
So his kin had not seen David do,
Things to bears and lions too!
If a bear took a ham…
Or a lion a lamb…
He’d choke them then beat them blue!
So, Dave boasted loud and clear,
To the king’s men who were near.
But King Saul lost joy…
Finding David a boy…
Too young to even drink beer!
Then David told King Saul,
God flexes when I do call,
About lion or bear…
So, Goliath beware…
For my God will kill you all!!
With options hard to come by,
Saul was gonna’ let David try,
Armor was applied…
To David’s hide…
“I can’t move!” was David’s cry.
Off came chain-mail and breastplate.
None too soon but none to late.
Still, a helmet and gilt,
And sword and hilt…
“I can’t walk!” cried David the Great.
Back in cloth he knew what to bring;
His staff along with his sling.
Five stones in a bag…
Caused not a sag…
He was all good without Saul’s “bling”!
Now, Goliath a big hairy dude,
Was never in a good mood.
Knarly and big…
He was a big pig…
In every way AND…with his food!
He advanced to see a sight,
It was a boy he was to fight.
He growled with scorn…
“When wuz’ you born?”
“How think you to face my might?”
David said, “You got all your gear.”
While Goliath crept up to be near.
“My Lord you defiled…
And got Him riled…
No matter shield, sword, or spear!”
David ran toward the big mutt,
Afire to kick booty is what!
With a stone in sling…
He whipped it ‘zing’…
Goliath got knocked on his butt!
The stone hit center forehead,
And cracked the skull it was said.
For it was sure…
That that stone a-blur…
Had snuffed big Goliath dead!!
Richard D. Gartner
1/26/2011
SANITATION ENGINEERS (A Before Salvation True Tale Ode)
*SANITATION ENGINEERS*
Once upon a time in seventy-two:
In a foreign port…I swear it’s true,
We were afloat…
Aboard a boat…
With a Costa Rican view.
A quaint town hugged the shore,
Under balmy skies galore.
Our Captain & wife…
Livin’ the good life…
Took a train inland to see more.
Ol’ Jim and I stayed aboard,
And buzzards over us soared.
Those ugly birds…
Dropped huge turds…
They aimed, I tell You Lord!
One big bad mother-foe…
Was bald-headed doncha’ know
He was a mean son…
On a strafing run…
He Bulls eyed on anyone slow.
We reeled and staggered about.
We had to surrender no doubt.
Our boat was white…
From the one way fight…
They’d won and we were in rout!
We hauled our colors on down,
A poor flag streaked white and brown,
But we got no slack…
From the turd attack…
Our “poop-deck” was poop a-drown.
Jim headed for the ‘ship to shore’,
To send SOSes galore…
A splat hit me…
So I couldn’t see…
But I felt for the Captain’s door.
Within was a rifle on a rack,
Then I opened the door a crack,
With that .22 poppin…
I started dropping…
Those birds who had dared attack.
In response to our SOS call,
Came a boat with Admirals all.
“Banana Dictators”…
Or dressed up waiters…
These dudes were dressed for a ball.
Scrambled eggs on brim of the hat,
Except Ramon who didn’t have that,
He looked like Ringo…
And translated lingo…
To tell us where it was at.
Off their pier they threw funky stuff.
I guess there weren’t cans enough.
So those birds had a mission…
And it wasn’t fishin…
But to dine on stuff in the rough.
Costa Ricans held buzzards dear,
And allowed them to anything smear.
For those flying turds…
Weren’t just birds…
But Costa Rican Sanitation Engineers!
By Richard Gartner
1972
THE PUPPETEER
*THE PUPPETEER*
Good morning you in the mirror…
The reflection couldn’t be clearer,
Am I still a thug…
Or just have a mug?
Is my answer to that any nearer?
To me, I’ve been of “the good guys”.
I think each is, in his own eyes.
“Hey I’m not bad…
It’s the world that’s sad…
I’m a victim of so many lies.
Well, the world if truth be told,
Globally warmed, and pretty ‘cold’.
As a ‘Puppeteer’…
Pulls the strings here…
To enthrall the world he holds.
Glittering daze’ to glows in the dark,
We’re wooed by toys in the park.
Some struggle and strive…
To just stay alive…
And some carefree lives are a lark.
It has all been carefully planned,
To confuse each life that’s spanned.
But there is a Way…
To overcome dismay…
To seek Truth and not be unmanned.
The Truth is One to hold dear.
One who whipped that puppeteer.
So, claim victory…
With He Who Saved me…
Whose child you see in the mirror.
by: Dusty AKA: Richard Gartner
(Wasco State Prison 3/18/01)
A FEEL FOR THE WHEEL
*A Feel for the Wheel*
I have a vehicular mind.
I love cars of any kind.
I prefer Rolls Royce…
If I have a choice…
But I’ll take whatever I find.
One day I saw a Trans-Am,
With a full duration cam.
My impulse I fought…
I knew I’d get caught…
Now here in prison I am.
I dream now in the night,
Of turning left or right.
My driving dreams…
Are the kind it seems…
That others think kind of trite.
But I’m an auto theft dude.
Wheeled motors are my food.
I’ll even take trucks…
A bicycle sucks…
Aren’t titles somehow crude?
Am Fm and things.
Wide-tracks and chrome rings,
Are a joy to my heart,
As I hot wire start…
To me the stereos sing.
There’s no amount I won’t pay,
Is what I’m trying to say,
To be again in a car.
To go fast and far.
I’m free when I’m on the freeway!
Richard Gartner 12400-102 Englewood FYC 1971
A FEEL FOR THE WHEEL
*A Feel For The Wheel*
I have a vehicular mind...
I love cars of any kind.
I prefer Rolls Royce…
If I have a choice…
But I’ll take whatever I find.
One day I saw a Trans-Am,
With a full duration cam.
My impulse I fought…
I knew I’d get caught…
Now here in prison I am.
I dream now in the night,
Of turning left or right.
My driving dreams…
Are the kind it seems…
That others think kind of trite.
But I’m an auto theft dude.
Wheeled motors are my food.
I’ll even take trucks…
A bicycle sucks…
Aren’t titles somehow crude?
Am Fm and things.
Wide-tracks and chrome rings,
Are a joy to my heart,
As I hot wire start…
To me the stereos sing.
There’s no amount I won’t pay,
Is what I’m trying to say,
To be again in a car.
To go fast and far.
I’m free when I’m on the freeway!
Richard Gartner 12400-102 Englewood FYC 1971