Roger C. Bull's Page

Your Life and Your Ride

When your ride
Is cold, hard steel

And your day
Is long, hot and hostile,

How do you end
Your night's lonely thoughts?

Are they cold and hard
Like your ride?

Are they long, hot and hostile
Like your day?

Are do you separate
The job from your personal life?

It is a struggle
That leaves many
Swimming in the sauce
Or choking on a barrel.

But,
It doesn't have to be.

One knee or two,
A prayful request will do.

And,
A good night's sleep
Will usher into your lif… Continue

But the Idea Gets Across

Rythme, ryhmn, broken time,
I write as rough as the edge of a dime.

Thoughts, themes, ideas, schemes,
I've got plenty of them, in my dreams....

Smoothness? Yes, sir!
I will try,

But like the dime,
That's rough on edge,

My works pass on in time,
And they act as though a wedge.

Place them in their right spots,
And watch them open your thoughts.

Read them when they're red hot,
And you'll like what you have bought.

The price is not in money,
But the time is wh… Continue

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Thank you for your patience and understanding.
Roger

Flutes and Flambeauxs

What is this strange land
Of flutes and flambeauxs

Dancing in the streets
To musak with strange beats?

It is the collage
Of cultures mixed

With French, Spanish, Creole
And international flare.

Have you seen the Indians
Of this partying town?

Yes, they call themselves Indians.
Dressed in flamboyant costumes

With beads and feathers
And painted faces.

Playing flutes and horns
Of mixed, music blends.

Dancing wildly
In the streets

Of the town
They call Novelle O… Continue