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Details | I do not know? | |


I never wanted it to be this way, I never wanted to feel the pain. Bruises all over me. 
Invisible but I can see them.

You hurt me everywhere. My heart is shattered and the blood has frozen. But I won't be 
your victim.

Stare at me like this all you want. Try and hurt me with your words just as long as you 
don't use fists.

I don't ever want to be your victim. I refuse to be one of those few girls who end up 
losing their whole world.

Love isn't supposed to hurt, but maybe I was just naive because the moment I loved you my 
heart never stopped bleeding. 

I won't be your victim, I won't run away. If you have something to say I won't avoid it. 
I'm not scared I can take whatever you try to throw.

Don't hold back I promise you I will not cry. The moon is shining just like all the 
diamonds that you called pretend love I can't even imagine why I fell so hard.

It's never clear until the glass of water is gone. But now that you've gulped me to the 
last I want you to know I won't be your victim.

I kissed vulnerability goodbye the very last time I cried over you and I won't be your 
victim your not even worth it.

If you feel like you must shove a door in my butt but don't make me afraid because I 
don't want to be I don't want to be your victim. 

Let go of my hand so I can peacefully drive away if you want me to I can drive over you 
as well. But don't make it seem like i'm causing you pain because it's obvious to see 
that I've been a victim and it's a shame.

But I don't want to be it anymore then you so just let me go and I won't have to run. I 
promised you forever I laugh at this now you were never eternity love in my mind.

 I kept counting until the madness in ourselves would corrupt. Tears flash down my eyes 
as I speed down the lanes. Two bottles of Gin and I think i'm going insane.

It wasn't until I crashed into a tree that I realized I was never your victim I was 
merely your suicide mission. 

Details | I do not know? | |

Nasty girl

   There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at 
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they 
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true. 
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to 
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god 
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I 
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how 
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the 
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because 
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to 
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls. 
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again. 
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your 
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got 
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty 
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are 
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy 
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.

Details | Rhyme | |

The 70's

Back in those heavy times when everything was so far out Our words were but a whisper, the mans were but a shout Flower power was spreading, and everything was out of sight Preaching peace through out the days, and gettin our groove on into the night But we were always gettin hassled, by the fuzz, the man, the pigs They didn't want us smokin doobies, and flashin peace signs, can ya dig? Then peace and love had flourished, we needed to get funky and do our thing We needed a place to get our groove on, so the discos were the scene The threads we wore back then were styling, some were off the hook! It's hard to believe with the slim bread we made, we could carry that funky look? Bellbottoms, platform shoes, and jump suits people were a cravin Boogieing away the nights in the discos, where the lights were just a blazin Then the foxy chicks started getting pregoed, and the discos no longer Dyno-mite! Men needed to start makin more bread, and trying to live the family life But gigs weren't easy to find, and life became somewhat of a drag Some of the dudes skipped town, leaving the foxy mamas holding the bag Well thats the skinny of the seventies, the lowdown of peoples ways So keep on truckin all you cool cats and foxy mamas And remember all those ~Freaky, ~Far Out, ~Out Of Sight days
Dan Kearley:1-21-12

Details | Couplet | |

American Idol

Hearing talented young voices provides such pleasure
In our quest for America’s latest idol treasure

Next year the judging panel will not be the same
The man we love to hate will leave for bigger game

What will it be like without the infamous scowl
Of the Brit who tells it like it is --  Simon Cowell

“That was simply dreadful,” says he with a wry smirk
“You came off karaoke; it just didn’t work.”

Randy asks, "Yo, Dog, what's with the off-key pitches?" 
Ellen’s there for laughs; she leaves us in stitches

Kara strokes her long, brown hair, bats her lashes too
Asks Casey to remove his shirt, flirts as he follows through

But Simon never offers consolation prizes
Contestants' egos crash down as their anger rises

If he tells Big Mike he sounds karaoke
We may find Simon adrift in the Okefenokee

Choosing a replacement will surely not be easy
Adam Lambert? Paula's return? Oh, it makes us queasy

Simon will be missed, the show will suffer ratings
Viewers may depart for loss of the man they’re hating

Details | Free verse | |

not me two cats and a mangy dog

the rain fell 
dogs and cats
was late in coming
rolled over in bed 
played dead

until a red 
long haired cat
named Fred
on my head
and my face 
turned red

then a stray 
mangy yellow dog
named Yellow
decided to play 
with me
chased Fred away
and decided to stay

his body heat 
was hot
and I rolled over in bed
until a cool fat black cat 
named Frank 
chased Yellow
outside to the riverbank

Frank the cool fat black cat 
started to scat 
at the top of his range
at the edge of my bed
his blues 
went straight 
to my head

then Yellow and Fred 
with guitar and bass
and played backup
to Frank
while I played the bed
to save face

it was all 
going swell
until my neighbors 
who didn’t like our chops
banged a different tune 
on the wall
and called the cops

they broke down
the door
and took away us four
along with our instruments 
less the bed of course
into a paddy wagon 
we sped 

it was in a cell 
with a cot
that we realized that we were hot
to trot
and started our prison band called 
me two cats and a mangy dog

Details | Rhyme | |


I s’pose you've heard of Tamworth and the shindig there each year, 
where country music reigns supreme and all its stars appear.  
They’re in the pubs and all the clubs and arcades 'round the town      
and Peel Street is just full of pics all strumming up and down. 
In years of late another breed of artists have appeared; 
Bush Poets with their rhyming verse, who are now quite revered. 
The Longyard and Imperial pubs and Leagues Club host a few, 
while golf and bowls clubs house more mobs and Peel street has them too.  
It happens that I'm one of them and have for six straight years 
performed to folk my style of verse -  The Laughter and the Tears. 
You make them cry, you make them laugh, you keep your tales true blue, 
for that is what the folk demand:  be Aussie through and through. 
Most folk they see us poets as the ocker type of bloke 
and know we see line dancing as some kind of flamin' joke.  
They stream to Tamworth each year and stretch out along Peel street. 
These hordes of blokes and sheilas with their fancy prancin' feet. 
They’re shapes and sizes are diverese, no two frames look the same, 
with fancy shirts embroidered with the place from hence they came.   
They tuck their thumbs behind their belts then line up in a row 
and when the music kicks on in they boot scoot to and fro. 
Each year they have this ritual, that really is a bore; 
They try to break the record they procured the year before. 
Like locusts they assemble and I watch them with disdain 
'cause surely they've got Buckley's chance of doing it again. 

Details | Rhyme | |


But somehow they have done it and you can't help but admire, 
the pluck of these boot scootin' folk ... they never seem to tire. 
This year the faithful came again though couldn't help but doubt, 
no matter how they wanted to their run of luck was out. 

The M.C. kept on calling out, "All register now please. 
If we don't keep the record folks it could go overseas." 
The comment cut just like a knife.  I thought, “you man or mouse?” 
'Cause, what if they were just one short?   You'd really feel a louse.  
The more the M.C. made his plea the more it gnawed at me, 
until I cracked and ran on up and paid the flamin' fee. 
I stuck my ticket on my shirt and joined the middle row 
and wished they'd kick the music off and get on with the show. 
My biggest fear was if my mates were watching in the crowd. 
They'd never let me live it down.  The M.C. cried out loud. 
"It's time folks," and the music played.  I thought I'd take a punt 
and pranced along by following the tall chick there in front. 
Then when the music stopped at last I made a quick retreat, 
relieved that I had not been seen boot scootin' in the street. 
We broke the record once again and felt real good deep down, 
but please don't tell me poet mates -  they'd run me out of town! 
Each year as I've sat in front of Grace Bros. Store at the Tamworth Country Music 
Festival, performing our show and selling our product, I have observed the ritual of 
bootscooters gathering in Peel Street to break the record for the largest number of 
bootscooters gathered in one place. A record they have broken annually for some years now 
in the Guinness Book of Records.  Each year I have grappled with the thought - what if 
they were short by one? - so I had to tell the story.

Details | Rhyme | |


Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum,
you should have seen me how it made me slightly drunk;
and jumping and screaming I danced to the beats of a drum...
then grandma joined in and she sang a classical song!

And the sweet cream was on my lips and cheeks, 
the Babba' al Rhum was delicious and I topped it with chocolate;
everybody began shouting, "It came from Paris,
but we Neapolitans reinvented it by improving its shape and taste!"

Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, soaking it in that liqueur much longer;
and Papa' always told me to eat more of it...saying with a suppressing laughter,
"It's a man's dessert, after you eat it, you'll be strong!"
Oh, did he really tell me the truth? No, he was wrong!

It's so very sad that they aren't here,
and I am eating pretzels and drink a beer,
the harmony that stirred their passion can't possibly return...
as they danced on the terrace to celebrate the day I was born!

Mamma Anna knew how to make the best Babba' al Rhum,
and I licked the dripping rum with my finger...not my tongue!
She spoke calmly...when she should have gotten mad and picked up a broom;
no, she was never mean and rude, or ever said to me, " Go to your room!"

Details | Lyric | |

A Piece Of Lace

I watched you walk by yesterday, and yes again you turned and looked away
You never give me the time of day, and you're always looking sad and grey
A small piece of lace from your pink dress, is all that's left of you and me
Wish I could take back yesterday, when I went astray and set you free
I wish I could find the words to say, instead of making you look away
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace

I know that I still need your love, because my heart is always feeling blue
And I guess I'll never be the same, for playing around and being untrue
You gotta know this isn't what I wanted, cause now I'm always on my knees
But I can see how you like your freedom, of being with him and not with me
But baby a twist of fate's what tore us apart, and placed this look upon my face
Oh! it's still funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace

A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace

All those things that you used to do, is what made me fall in love with you
You gave me your all once upon a time, but like a fool I up and flew
And the things I went and said that day, made you fade and drift away
I never shoulda treated you that way, cause baby I need you here today
The sun keeps hiding behind the clouds, and all I do is sit and cry
And this piece of lace holds my heart at bay, I don't know...maybe it's a sign

A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace

Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace

Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)


 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)

Details | Senryu | |

Fantasy Escape (Senryu)

World of Walt Disney The day after Thanksgiving Shoulder to shoulder © Joseph 11/23/07 © All Rights Reserved Author’s Comments: The Japanese Senryu format has three lines as follows: the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The Senryu is about an emotional expression, human nature, and things in the human realms which maybe satiric or humorous.

Details | Light Poetry | |

' El Toro - Rojo '

Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’
Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’…
… for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’
Shone Eyes Like El Dorado

He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’
Like The Range of Sierra Madre’
…Now, He Sat Center The Cantina
Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas

He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’”
Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?...
If So, Have A Seat, Mi- Amiga’
And Mercedes, Bring Over More Cerveza

He Was… Rodrigo Reyes-Pacheco’
Best - of The West, of Vaqueros’
He Came to Compete in The Rodeos
And Win Fame and Fortune in Pesos’

He Came Thru El Paso De’ Tejas
Thru Dusty Rancheros and Mesas
To Ride on El Toro Rojo
Who Has Never Been Ridden Befo’…

La Viva’… Arriva’  … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’ !... Rodrigo

Now, El Toro Rojo, Was Dangerous
For Killing Men, El Rojo, Was Infamous
His Horns Had Pierced Many A Corazon
Ripped Flesh, Like It Was Piñata’ Hung

I Informed All of This To Rodrigo
The Hombre, Was Bent on Being Macho’…
… He Would Ride Toro Rojo, Manyana’
Said “Gracias”… But My Cares Were Por Nada’ !

La Viva’… Arriva’… Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’!... Rodrigo

… Now, He Wasn’t Loco in La Cabeza’
I Just Didn’t Comprehende’ … “Que’ Pasa”
But I Saw Rodrigo Atop… El Rojo 
… ! He Rode Like A Latino – Tornado ! …

He Rode El Rojo, To The End…
Then, Turned ‘Round and Rode Him Again…
Rodrigo had Won… Just Like He Planned…
Because El Toro – Rojo …   …  Was Mexican !

La’ Viva’ … Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero
Champion Bull Rider from Old Mexico
Vaya’ … Con Dios ! … Rodrigo….
Vaya’ … Con Dios !... Rodrigo o o o o o

for Ruben Ortellao... 
I Don't Really Know 
What Your Branch of Humanity is... 
(Spanish, French or Other)
But I thought You Might Like 
This Whimsical Poem...  
Oh... And Thank You For Your 
Most Generous Comments... 
(Cause I Know You Are A Fantastic Poet... 
I've Read Several of Yours 
and I Love Them Too...)

 (P.S.  Excuse the Spelling... 
I'm Spanish Illiterate (Smile)

Details | Free verse | |


The piano grumbled at his touch,
Playing fortissimo on command...
Nerves of steel snapping a string.

Ambitious to a fault, practicing the night into alarm,
Lizst spilled from the printed page
Like sour milk for a feral cat.

As he rose from the bench, music in hand,
An audible whispered relief rustled the curtains
And silence cradled the grateful room.

Details | Limerick | |

The Monster Mash

<                              dancing to the hit song monster mash
                                frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
                                took the witches culdeen
                                and boiled up mummys spleen
                                Quasimodo joined in on the bash

                                witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
                                illuminates party from it's start
                                Dracula and zombies
                                lurking for free bodies
                                poor old frankie's wife just fell apart 

                               the bewitching dance came to its end
                               when bats flew in frenzy around den 
                               on this all hallows eve
                               trickery was up sleeve
                               sent my 3 black cats in to defend

Details | Lyric | |

I Got No Shame

I’ma tell you folks a story
It’s all of it strait true-
It’s my story
‘bout why I’s singin’ the blues…

I awoke on a morning
Bright and shiny, night after the juke
Felt like I been kicked in tha head
And my brain had been nuked

I was rolling to the john to take my morning ’due
When I looked in tha mirr'-
As I do to shave of’n that beard
An I screamed ‘cause there was a girl!
Staring back at me blond pipe curls
Even had some pearls
I screamed and jumped back
As I fell in the toilet swirl!

I got no shame
I got no shame 

My Mamma yelling at me
Terrance, that bet not be a girl
Not in this house- I ain’t running no hotel
I says “No Mama, , I just had to hurl”
She said Son- “what’d I tell you about this world-”
Mama swearing in the background talking about
Callin the preacher
I hopped out the window
In all Holy Terror and Fear

I got no shame
I got no shame

Now, I was raised with the bible
But took another path
Follow the way of evil men 
Messing with ev’ry girl that walks past
Guess God done caught up with me
As I stand staring at my breasteses
In this very danged mirror
Where I was always and b'fore
a man for 45 year'!

Cause I had no shame
I had no shame

And Lordy I been been framed-
Cause I HAD no shame

( Meant to be used in a 4/4 beat blues riff)

Details | Free verse | |


In late October the reddest moon didn't change its phase,
it remained in the same spot to watch the witches' ballet;
the loud music matched the mood of the mystical night: tambourines
and flutes frantically played; sneers, jeers, giggles of the ugliest witches
mixed with the goblins' roars while they danced around a huge, hot fire.

I smelled a foul odor, the wild dogs feasted on a bloody oar,
" Leave some for us, or we'll turn you into bats! "
the hunched witch snarled with menacing eyes,
but they roared and threatened her with sharp teeth,
then Olga began to speak Latin words to cast  
a spell on them and before it worked, they fled.

Glad that they had left, she dragged the dead animal
and hung it on a long rod to roast on the sparking fire;
hungry witches continued to dance with forks and knives 
in their hands, anxiously waiting for their Halloween treat.  

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Russel Sivey's contest,
" The Ultimate Halloween Contest "
10/5/ 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

Details | Lyric | |

A Pub-ng We Go

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll leave the frats, in the dust, and bring The Bun, merrily, along.
He had a great run, at Easter time, now he can let, the good times roll.
Who knows best, than a nest of Trolls, how to have, a really great time!
A Biker Bar should fill our sails, as we go, courting the best… of it all.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

The beers great, the girls’ first rate, I’ll ride a full-blown Harley Hog.
To ride them down, across the town, my hair, flowing behind, in the air.
But first we’ll make a new drinking song, betting on, who’s best, by far.
Biker Dudes, Trolls enthused, raise their mugs in unity, again, once more!

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

It’s all fun, as with pool cues in hand, we try to, learn to play Eight Ball.
We’ll dance on the floor, and some on the bar, as rowdier we become.
But we’re the best, with glass in fist, as we sing our new… drinking song.
So don’t be glum! Here, come along, to laughter amid, such joyful fun.
Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear… as merrily, off we go!

We’ll have fun, then move along, as our song wins, and the tab is yours.
You can join, as comes, the next bar, and we’ll, start all over, once more!
It’s party time, until dawn, for Trolls can hold, great quantities of rum.
As drinking games come, we win every time, as the losers pay the bill.

Hey, Ho! A pub’ng we go… And I’ll bring along, those, Zany Trolls.
What’s better, than to drink, with friends, my Dear…as merrily, off we go!

(A drinking song for the pure fun it: sung like a pirate song clinking mugs.)

Details | Quatrain | |

Rick Roll

Rick, you got me once again;
I'm tired of feeling dumb.
Curse your mindless hyperlinks!
Kiss my big fat bum!

Rick, I'll never pass it on,
On this day or another.
Let the halfwits have their fun.
Let them have their druthers.

© 2011, R. Erin Lenth

Details | Lyric | |

Walkin' With My Wiener In My Hand......

(to the tune of "Winter Wonderland")

See the frost, watch it glisten
Too much beer, I'm on a mission
To write my name in the snow 
With a funny yellow glow
Walkin' with my wiener in my hand!

Got a trenchcoat that I'm wearing
So that I can do some "sharing"
Maybe my legs are too white
That gives 'em a fright
Walkin' with my wiener in my hand!

At the lounge we were chillin'
After time, my bladder's fillin'
I stagger left and then right
Hope I make it in time
Walkin' with my wiener in my hand!

Feels so good to drain my lizard
From behind I hear a whisper
"I hope you'll be done soon, 
'cause you're in the ladies room!"
Walkin' with my wiener in my hand!

Details | Clerihew | |

William Shatner

William Shatner (Captain Kirk),
Best known for his acting work,
In music he would speak the song,
Resulting in a say-along.

Details | Haiku | |

Johnny Come Blow Your Horn

pillar of trumpets
are no match in a garden
for the hummingbird

Details | Rhyme | |

Monkey Blues

The Organ Grinder is Grinding
The monkey isn't there
He ate to many bananas
Now he's in Hospital care

The Grinder keeps on turning
He's grinding that old crank
He's looking for donations
To put into his Bank

He's under lots of pressure
To pay the hospital bills
The monkey bit the doctor
He didn't want any pills

Life is such a grind
With a Monkey on his back
The doctor sued for all he's worth
Now he's living in a shack

Details | Haiku | |


Wise owl at his post
"hoo, ha, hoo...hoo, hoo, hoo, hooooo"
thus he gives a hoot!

Details | Couplet | |

Coffee, Beatle Style, With Michael

‘Good day, Sunshine!’... ‘I call your name’, and here you are!
Michael, so wonderful to finally meet you on this ‘magical mystery tour!’….

‘I traveled the long and winding road’ and came to this conclusion
A coffee chat with Michael F, could become a poetry ‘revolution’

They tell me “let it be”…and 'wait', ’that all you need is love’….
But after ‘a hard day’s night’….and 'a little help from my friend' above

I even said 'Please Mr. Postman'..., I’ve ‘got to get him into my life’
‘I wanna hold your hand', Michael, but what about Rosanna, your wife??

That might be ‘too much monkey business’, so I'd better 'act naturally'
‘Wanna know a secret’, Michael?  You really ‘got a hold on me’!!!

By Carrie
Another Beatle Fan!! 

Details | Ballad | |

the poverty blues song

I've got damp on my walls and cobwebs in the hall
got a rat in the kitchen
where the cockroach crawl.
I got holes in my shoes
where my toes peep through
I got a bad case of the poverty blues.

I got a crack in my bathtub and bed bugs in my bed
I got things crawlin through my hair
that make me scratch my head

Got piles of bills collected by my door
the one's I should have paid a year or two or more.
I try to get myself sorted
but always seem to lose
I got a bad case of the poverty blues.


I got trouble in my hovel
and the place could do with a good clean
I may not be superman
but  I try the best I can
I just find things so hard to do
Guess I got a bad case of the poverty blues.

Some people call me lazy
but I sure ain't crazy
I;m a man alone in the world what can I do
I got a bad case of the poetry blues.

I'd love to meet a girly
who could cook and clean
with lots of money
so I could live my dreams
one thet would say I do
so I no longer got to sing the poverty blues
say I no longer got to sing the poverty  blues uesssssssssssssss.

Peter Dome copyright. 2012.

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All About the Music: The Infinite Magic of Lyricism

Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.

(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")

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Eine kleine Nachtmusic or a little serenade

Is this Mozart's musical score
Or sonata of sounds I abhor?
I have a good ear
But I'd rather not hear
The loud notes composed when you snore

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The Crocodile I

The crocodile
listens to Rachmaninoff
once in a great while.

© 14-10-2013, G. Venetopoulos

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To jazz up your poems
You got to do scat
Cause once you learn and try it
You"ll be a cool cat

With a 
Scoobie doobie doo
And a 
Milky silky soo
A bebop a debop
And a 
Speedie car stop

It doesn't mean a thing
Just give a little swing

A sop pop a doo ba
A bom bam boom

To be a
Cool Cat,

For Giorgio's Jazzy Poem Contest

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End of the Month Blues

I've got no money ba da da da....
Need me a Tiffany bauble
To brighten my day. Da da da da....

Can't order nothing 
My credit is over drawn Da da da da
Got three strings on my guitar and my TUNE IS FLAT

Sing with me now---Da Da Da Daaaaaa!!

I got the end of the month blues
Got no money blues
Got the gray sky blues.....Ba da da da!!!

Whistle now....

{v~v}    [*v*]   ]-g-[     ]^uu^[

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The New Santa Claus

I'm locking up my house, because it's that time for thieves.
I need to Santa proof my place, because It's Christmas Eve.
If he does get in, I'm going to run and hide.
I left out some milk and cookies with rat pellets inside.
While he's eating the cookies and he's starting to sweat.
The reindeer will be caught in security nets.
"I'm sorry boys and girls, but Santa has to retire!"
I'm going to tie him to the tree and set poor Santa on fire.
Then I'm going to take the toys and keep them all to myself.
Even though I've been bad, no coals will be on my shelf.
Merry Christmas to me! This year is going to be grand!
I'll get whatever I want, if Christmas goes as I planned!
Wearing Santa Claus' suite I'll get in houses without keys.
In twenty seven minutes I'll rob twenty seven trees!
So all you little brats, don't you cry and sob.
With the recession and depression, I just needed a job.
A lot of things are going to change, but you all shouldn't be sad.
Now that I'm the new Santa, It doesn't matter who's bad.
I'll use the elves as my slaves and the toys will still come.
Instead of a Nintendo, you'll get a gallon of rum.
Toy guns are for babies, how about the real thing?
A candy neckless won't impress, I'll make sure that it's bling.
You said you wanted a pony? How about a deer that can fly?
No more lousy presents, no more socks, or bad ties.
I'll change... 
Wait... Wait a minute... Was that all just a dream?
Why do I only have coal under the tree and in my stocking?
Santa please come back! I promse I'll be better next year!
I promise I'll be good and I'll spred more Christmas cheer!

Did Santa Claus come back? Did he come like I thought he should?
No Santa didn't, but next year I'll be good!
I'll only do what is right, aleast to his satisfaction.
So he comes back to my house, and my plan goes back into action!

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House of BLAZE---:written special for : LAST CHANCE contest

Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE
simply one collection shall I salvage
to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze beloved Poet Trees shall to my soul they arrived with much thanks
but NEVER from clever, contrived, silly, pink think-tanks
rather; they gather where my third eye winks then blinks 

and just as the silly mind sinks to sorry new lows
a brand-spanking-new tree's seed grows
keeping me on my two FEETS' toes
fueling my soul with free flows; chill as "Chili Fritos"
freeing me from creaking sinks and freakish stings...allowing me to sing where the air
lends friends that bend, like ten thin yogi's zens and the wind blows like Hurricane Hugo's

saving grace in the face of disgrace, I increase pace, to beat Hell's fire, in this race

my Poet Tree's divinity, lies within tiny limbs and hymns weighing in on the decision keeping Rosy posy prosey in my vision
instead of hording my corny flicks n' flings, or rings n' things, like holy-cannoli rings, or roly poly bling, that I surely do not need or eat like knish treats or fish meat

so while it may seem strangely neat to see me refrain from placing fame on games n' things like Gnip-Gnop and my freakin' flips n' flops...I say "Let them flames burn red instead till they don't stop!"
***Note to reader... the "POET TREES" mentioned in this piece are a depiction of an extremely insane catalog of thousands (nearly all hand written) original poems I am fortunate enough to have written in life.  They are absolutely the only physical possession of true value to me, as they are detailed visions, dreams, and documented journeys I will NEVER take for granted! Mankind often tirelessly politic, fuss, discuss or argue about ability to "be a poet or a real writer" within academia and other literary circles. I make a living as a humble writer and  I say, who the hell cares! This is NOT a talent, it is a very vivid experience and I am merely a journalist, just like all of you. I encourage each one of you to listen ONLY to the "WELL SPRING" placed within the guts of our existance~~~~~~~~JSLambert~plant your seeds and read the Poet Trees!~

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 My two-timing lover 
if only he were here 
the music mocks tonight 

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marking my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.

i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.

i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 


i had
great pain in my chest...
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.

then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.

i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good

yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.

i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.


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In The Spotlight

Let the spotlight shine
And let the music out
Don't waste no time
I need to dance about

Singer in the spotlight
Giving his songs away
Makin' life feel just right
At least just for today

Float me off from here
I need to see the sunlight
Maybe I'm not clear
I need to get my head right

Help me out this time
Play my favorite song
Even out of time
You can't get it wrong

Singer in the spotlight
A million miles away
Makin' life feel just right
Can I hear him play

That's the very one
I can float away
Even when it's done 
Another one should play

Don't take that bow
Don't go away
Do you have to leave now
We all want to play

Singer in the spotlight
Let us hear you play
Makin' life feel just right
Oh please won't you stay

The show goes down the road
May be back one day
Pay the bills I owed
Put some cash away

And when they come back 'round
Well you never can say
If my money's sound
Could be on my way

Singer in the spotlight
With his band at play
Makin' life feel just right
Never go away

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Land,Land of the Jews

A duet in the style and melody of Home On The Range
(Palestine) Oh, give me a land where no Hebrews stand where Palestine could live and shine where seldom is seen a Rabbi or ‘stein and Jerusalem could be all mine (chorus) Land, land without Jews where Palestine could live and shine where seldom is seen a Rabbi or ‘stein and Jerusalem could be all mine (Israel) You don’t understand, God gave us this land where Palestine would hate and whine where seldom it seems, peace is a dream and Jerusalem should be all mine (chorus) Land, land of the Jews where Palestine still hates and whines where seldom it seems, peace is the dream and Jerusalem shall be all mine
a parody to the tune of 'Home, Home on the range" written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved

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There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden

There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden
And they visit every evening, for a dance
They are lovely to behold and very welcome
I just wish they didn’t trample on my plants
Their favourite dance appears to be the Salsa
They do it with such style and aplomb
Much better than last week when they were jivin’
It appeared they’d hit the garden with a bomb
So I do believe in Fairies, ‘cos I’ve seen them
And every night I watch them, in a trance
They are graceful and delightful and enchanting
“Oi, Tinkerbell, get off my bloody plants”

©  John W Fenn  14-07-2009

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Luton to the Cotswalds

London , holds all its stories of old
Tea time all day , tea with a cozy
Tea time held proper at 4pm.
Everyone stops , everyone awaits a pot.

Earl Grey to PG Tips 
Milk served with biscuits
tiny tea sandwiches 
with cucumbers and cream cheese 

From Luton to " the Cotwalds "
Always the same theme 

The different dialects are not important to us
We are fascinated by all the difference
We love the Beatles , and your red Bus.

what part of London you are from 
It really means nothing to the Yanks .

The East , to The south , The Northern , or West end
The fish and chips are delicious served in paper with Vinegar 
 Neapolitans with high tea , fresh cream , we Love Great Britain.  

  to be entered in " new contest "

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Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.

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the Sunny Day Blues Man

living for the moment
ended life as we knew it 
but i'm just doing whatever
kind of hoping 
for some entertainment 
along the way

a day in the life 
of the sunny day blues man
hands down 
this is the best i ever was
the best i'll ever be
don't you agree

the sunny day blues man
isn't it funny the way news slants
the return of the sunny day blues man
just be happy with what you choose man
Never a better option than a given hand
thank god for the sunny day blues man

hope isn't a measure 
it's just tested time
a clamp of suspense 
when the moments array
an echo of needs 
to balance out 
the ways things seem
is the best you and I 
will ever be
don't you agree

the sunny day blues man
isn't it funny the way news slants
the return of the sunny day blues man
just be happy with what you choose man
Never a better option than a given hand
thank god for the sunny day blues man

at times life seems to cycles 
signals of distress
vanity and cupcakes 
i know, it's a brute mess
but along with the irony 
comes pancakes 
yes, the madness seems to iron me
yet i am still here

the eyes a thinker
life of a fighter
hands of a lighter weight 
when smiles reflected a pinch of hurting
because in punishment
the sunlight just couldn't outreach the curtains
though we take the steps alike
we trespass the worries to vaguely
but it was times like these that made me 
and it's the best i'll ever be

"the things we accept in steps of courage"

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Noxious Noises

I must say that in my four score years I've done it all and seen it all,
But in the autumn of my life, noxious noises drive me up the wall!
I like the soothing sound of most music and birds trilling in the trees,
But, Lord, spare me the wheezing of those bagpipes, if you please!

I like the sound of thunder and the rain falling softly on my roof,
But I could strangle the neighbor for letting his mutt yap and woof!
I can tolerate classical music until the prima donna Madame Zaria,
Begins to belt out her raucous contralto in an intolerable aria!

A most trying nuisance and I suppose one of my biggest gripes,
Are kids with boom boxes and their jalopies with those roaring pipes!
I don't mind the occasional rumbling of a train or the screaming jets,
But when dining I suffer acid reflux hearing inane cell phone vignettes!

I've got a bone to pick with the inventor of the wailing saxaphone!
That and the squeaking of a clarinet are more than I can condone!
I like western musical harmony sung by "The Sons Of The Pioneers."
But spare me those "She Done Me Wrong Songs" - they aggravate my ears!

Why can't folks keep their cats inside so they aren't yowling on my lawn,
And a hex on the dude revving his Harley Davidson waking me at dawn!
I reckon before I blow a gasket or worse yet lose my poise,
I'd better rush out and buy some ear plugs to stifle that noxious noise!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!

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Unemployed and destitute in Baton Rouge
Intending to steal an illegal ride on a train
Feeling tired from too much drink
Bobby sexually allured a truck driver to stop
He took us to New Orleans in the rain
I withdrew my harmonica from my filthy scarf
And played  some chords while Bobby sang
For the entire duration of the journey

We lived like hobos from coast to coast
As close croneys and illicit lovers
But she decided  (wisely)
To abandon  me at Salinas
And try for a more meaningful life
I would (foolishly) exchange my entire future
To return to that past hand-to-mouth existence
And especially the illicit sex with her

Freedom simply means all is lost
“Nothing” itself is valueless, therefore free
Feeling good was an easy  option, and that
Seemed sufficient to us both then 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Just a fun piece, written by  a devoted fan of 
Kristofferson,  writer  of many great songs.  
I have tried to paraphrase the story as closely as possible.

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It's funny how you
want to be with me,
you just dont know
im a lil freak
if you cross the line
Imma make you see
what kind of freak
(I can be)

you wanna be
my one and only man
follow the rules
you gotta understand
get down (ahh)
get dirty
I need a freak
just like me

It's funny how you
want to be with me,
you just dont know
im a lil freak
if you cross the line
Imma make you see
what kind of freak
(I can be)

I got fellaz droppin drowse
like rain from the clouds
I relax, sit back, and chill
while im sippin on crystal

I know I look very classy
but I can get real nasty
just cross the line with me
I can teach you freak termonolgy

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Wladziu Valentino Liberace (May 16, 1919 – February 4, 1987), better known by only 
his last name Liberace was a famous American entertainer and pianist. ...
Wladziu Valentino Liberace
Famous American pianist and entertainer
He was quite the character they say.
Made those ivories talk and he was also quite gay.

*For Catie Lindsey's "You who....Yo, Clerihew" contest

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With a Little Salt and Lime - Edited Version

***Based on the song 'The Sounds of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel

Hello Jose my old friend
I'm here to guzzle you again
The party started before afternoon
I started sipping on you far too soon
My last SENTENCE I fear was slightly slurred
(Vision blurred)
Forgot to breakfast

The look with pity upon me
'Can't hold his liquor' they agree
Now I'm weaving when I try to walk
Senseless babble when I try to talk
Then I feel the NEEEED to flee to an old-oak-tree
(to heave and pee)
but cannot breakfast

Did not like his tone at all
Got myself into a brawl
I quickly put him in his rightful place
Broke his knuckles with my pretty face
Shoulda' had my OOOATS but didn't so alas
(I kiss the grass)
and now my breakfast

In the morning I awake
throbbing with a frightful ache
Sun-glaring thru the window pane
I whine and whimper in my wretched pain
In the next room a TEE-VEE-is-blaring
and screams in-my-pounding-ear
(No thank you dear)
Just coffee PLEEEZE, think I'll pass...on breakfast

(From a grateful fan of Carolyn Devonshire)

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Blonde Ambition

I once had a dream of a girl that sang pop
She was only 16 dressed like a slut, so we called her prosti-tot
She went crazy and spiraled down,
Did a music video with a depressing clown
And as for the singer, Thank God!  her career finally stopped

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Barry Bright. ( Sung to Another Great Song. Charlie Brown.)

C, C, D, D and a F for you!
Everyone is failing. There's still one A, it's true!
Barry Bright. Barry Bright.
A shining light! He's Barry Bright!
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I know the answer before the teachers ever do!"

He slips into the first desk,
slide rule in his hand.
Before the teacher asks us,
he's sticking up his hand!

Barry Bright, Barry Bright! 
He's up all night! That Barry Bright!
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I know the question before the teachers even do!"  

He's writing out equations in the stall.
Quoting all the Shakespeare in the hall.
Answering in Latin when he's called.
Yes, me. YEAH, YOU! That's true.

He's got straight A's and now Harvard in his sights
We all go out while he studies every night.
Barry Bright. Barry Bright. 
A shining light! That Barry Bright.
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I read the chapters before the teachers ever do!"

Mournful wailing sax solo while an abduction plot is hatched.

Now graduation, and he's got 5 degrees.
" Why is there no one who is as smart as me?!"
Barry Bright.  He's out of sight.
Barry Bright. He's out of sight.
Wrapped in a package, mailed it to cheers.
" Why did they have mail me out to a sultan in Tangiers?"

Suddenly joy filled sax solo as the sock hop starts hopping...

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It's Summer and I'm Twenty One Again

A sensory nerve catches a chord upon the wind
Home alone, I raise the volume ‘til I’m reeling
Fingers snapping, feet tapping, hips gyrating 
Just the right song to dance as boredom sets in

“California Girls”, blares on the radio I hear!
In an instant it’s summer; I am twenty one again, 
Not a care in the world not one reason to refrain
Slippers fly off feet as book is tossed in the rear

I have no care whether I am seen per chance
This song saturates me through and through
Caught up in the moment of its upbeat groove
I lose myself in youthful summers as I dance

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The Real Reason

I was so above you
And it was very clear to see
But I came to give you my heart
sacrificing all I had 
Just for shot at love
we started off so strong 
I actually thought it was you were worth it
We had a lot in common 
So it made easy for us to talk
We were going so good
But caught in the act 
You said you and I did not make sense
But I must admit I was glad It was over

Now the real reason I gained back my life
And You just lost best thing in your life
Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy

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Disco Ball

Disco Ball
Frenetic feet tap;
Across the room
Shy boys gather,
First dance jitters crawl.

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Rythmn of the Beat

Listening to the rhythm of the beat 
I move my feet the speakers 
Blowing loud every time we meet
When i speak it seems like 
My flow is so sick i can't eat
Anorexia dementia from my lack of similac
Crack back to snap back i bounce back 
Then sit down fall back an relax

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I want to be a Key West Icon

sitting here in a life i created
and I try not to get to sedated
cause I don't want to miss the call
some day I will sing on duval

and from my boat I sing my ballad
dog done it I just stepped in the salad
oh I wish I could sing in a bar
got a fish shaped like a star

if just money I had in hand
wouldn't have to spend dollars of sand
so here I sit on my pooper
giving birth to the goliath gooper

wishing there was a heart I could warm
if only I could preform
how proud I'd make my mother
if I could only be on the cover

not like the time I went to prison
I wanna see my face in the key west citizen

by Captain Mike Harris

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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!

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Zippedy Do Dah

 <                                      Zippedy  Do  Dah  

                                         Zippedy     Day  

                                       Open    Hearts    Souls

                                       Sing    Loud     Today

                                           Zippedy   Do   Dah  

                                           Zippedy          Day  

                                    Thank    You    Sweet     Lord

                                     Bountys    Come   My    Way

                                           Zippedy  Do  Dah   

                                           Zippedy        Day   

                                          Smell   Frangrence

                                   From    Flowers    Picked   Today

                                           Zippedy  Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy      Day   

                                        Hugs      And      Kisses

                                To     Children    Comes   My   Way

                                           Zippedy   Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy          Day   

                                           Join    With    Me

                                          Sunshine's    Hooray   

                                           Zippedy  Do   Dah   

                                           Zippedy         Day   

                                          Keep    This   Tune 

                                          Going     All       Day

                                          Zippedy   Do    Dah   

                                          Zippedy           Day   

                                  Not    Sure    Rythem    Rhyme

                                 Will   March    Same    Way ...   Hey  !

                                          Zippedy   Do    Dah   

                                          Zippedy          Day   

                                                 Been    Fun  

                                            Must   Be   On    Way

                                             Zippedy   Do  Dah   

                                             Zippedy         Day   

                                  Thanks  Dane  Ann  Smith  Johnson

                                 For  Contest   To   Join   And   ...   Play

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I Blow

On bended knee I blow my flute
  I  think I sound better than the corner Juke
  She turns red when she hears my sound
  then heads for the door, never turning around !

               Copyright McCuen 2009

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More than weather, can be frightful or Unseasonal Christmas

Used to be the weather was frightful
People covered themselves from head to toe
Now, despite the fact it’s Christmas season
I see more sand, than I see snow
The temperatures keep on elevating
To the moon, they just seem to rise
Oh, where is the Christmas of yesterday
The rosy cheeks, windows fogged with ice

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Frosty, it seems we’re not gonna see him
Heat miser, now, has gotten his day
Can’t ole Jack Frost do something about this
And chase the warm weather away
No need to chop wood set for burning
The heated air replaces that in the hearth
I hope it gets cold and very soon, too
Because Christmas puts warmth in everyone’s heart

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Oh, when Christmas day finally gets here
Right now, I’ll tell ya, all I wanna see
Are people with scarves and gloves on their hands
And snow bringing life to all barren trees
I want the temps to chill me right to the bone
That’s when I’ll know it’s Christmas time
Who wants to look up and see a sleigh
With a fat man in a speedo, flying around

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

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One Eyed Purple Rage

Normal, just an ordinary man
But when anger hit him think again
He turned into this vicious pain
Turning purple with anger__boggieman 

His eyes would come together
Until they became one
Right above a horn would sprout
He'd scream, shout become undone

Then it would be over, changed
He would normal, an ordinary man
Back and forth between the one-eyed
One-horned purple with rage

To joyous man who played
But he was one wild son of a gun
When turning again into
The "One-eyed One-Horned Purple-People Eater"

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Dance to tha beat

dance to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha
dance to my heart beat

Boy verse:

Im dancin to tha beat (beat)
movin my feet
got my body in motion
to tha rhym of tha beat (beat)
she movin fast ay
im talkin nastay
we gone stay past eight
and go to my place

dance to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha
dance to my heart beat

Girl verse:

Im ready for wateva
you know wat i mean (mean)
lets get down to tha point
lets get down and dirty
I can make you fanticize
cus yo head between my thighs
when you look at my third eye
boy I make you mezmerize

dance to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha
dance to my heart beat

Girl verse: 

Im playin game of twister
im all ova tha room
im even on tha dresser
my body all on you
im playing game of twister
im all ova tha room
im even on tha dresser
my body all on you

we can dance on the bar
even make love on ya car
boy you make my heart roar
(roar, roar, roar)
you make my heart roar

dance to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha beat
to tha
dance to my heart beat

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....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.

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Personally Speaking, Singing

Singing is Bi-polar.
Some songs sound like an aching molar
Packed with violence, hate and anger.
Other songs are sung to win him or her.
Soft sweet words that cause love to whir.
Passion packed with minds a blur,
Bi-polar songs make emotions stir.

Singing touches the soul.
Old love, new love, no love…take their toll.
A heartfelt song can break a man or make him whole.
Singing about God help’s reach Heaven’s goal.
Songs that strengthen fulfill that role.
Where Heaven’s gates need no bankroll.
Only pure hearts who found time to enroll.

Singing vociferously is fun.
Whether in the shade or in the sun,
It does not matter where it’s done.
I did it once where a spider spun.
My woodland tune like opera sung
Brought birds to listen one by one.
A peacock’s courtship I once won.

Personal singing is not just for a bird.
They chirp all day singing no word.
Like man, they tweet when love is stirred.
Then comes the rooster; someone is spurred.
Anhingas sing; blurred tunes…absurd!	
Meanwhile the raven’s voice is heard.
Why are they singing; we’re all bestirred!

Copyright January 14, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Three or More Stanzas, Three or More 
Thoughts on the Same Idea 	
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper

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Awe Shucks

Clam shucker yup that's me.
Ice cold or hot from the pot
will you take 6, 12, or 3 ?
Oysters, shrimp and crabs
complete the lot.
Fresh seafood in summer
hits the spot.
Island music is what 
I choose to play.
It makes the customers
come my way.
Toes tapping some dancing
while they wait.
To be shucked
the clam and oyster's fate.
The village street comes alive
when I arrive.
The music sets the beat
as people fill the street.
It's work but in a wonderful way
clam shucking for my pay.

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During Summer, exactly at eight o'clock
Fred's chiming ice cream  truck 
came down my busy block...
it was time to do the Playboy's Rock!

I began the chorus of a very funny song with perfect rhyme,
" The shortest ones in front of the yellow line,
then the tallest ones behind those with cheeks of color wine; 
each one of you must name a favorite ice cream that costs a dime! "

" Ah, Ah " was their reply to my request,
 I replied with a bitter, disappointed voice,
" That's how you react being a guest?
Once you refuse to name it, no second chance! "

" To get your free ice cream, kiss me as the Beauty kissed the Beast! "
and say, " Thank you! Aren't you a boy so charming and sweet? "
Come on pretty girls, sing the Playboy's Rock...the same way Elvis
sang, " Jailhouse Rock! " swinging frantically his skinny feet!

9/ 9/ 2012

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the musical lady

The Musical Lady 

I knew of a pavement café where tables and chairs were painted 
in different colours, this to lend ambience in an otherwise dreary
 street. A young lady, a student at the music conservatorium, came 
here for lunch and always insisted on sitting on the same chair, 
a rosa one; she was pretty in stern way, long black dress, flat shoes, 
plain long hair and big glasses, waiters were happy to oblige her.
This caused jalousie amongst other chairs that wanted her to sit on 
them too. In the night they ganged up on the rosa one, upended it 
and scratched badly. The owner thought it was the work of vandals, 
put the damage chair in the store room, but when the musical lady
 came she insisted to sit on her chair damaged or not. Other seats 
felt bad realizing it was not the rosa’s fault but the idiosyncrasy of 
the artist, so in the night the spruced up the rosa till it looked as new. 
But now the pianist didn’t want it, not the same as before, she said 
and sat on a yellow chair. Feeling a miffed the gleaming new looking 
seat said to itself: “No big shake she had a narrow, cold bum anyway.”

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A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light. "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze. "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like, "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.

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A dreamt event
for the newly-wed,
both looking sharp;
how many hand-written invitation cards
have they sent
with the reddest heart and lovely words? 

Down the church isle they will go with a tight-sealed tounge;
an organist will play the famous wedding song...
be ready to greet them with wide smiles,
despite your approval or disapproval, don't show your intent! 
Oh, never try to crash a dreamt event 
for the newly-wed, you may get unpleasant surprises
from that priest or reverend performing the holy matrimony!
Be quite and listen, or don't bother to attend the cerimony!  

Some envious eyes fix their manacing, inappropiate glances
on them...dreaming of what could have been;
why can't anyone openly admit their sin?
Don't be a pretender and continue the dance,
anyone can sense those thoughts of anger
and resentment...why are you looking so ghostly?
Let go of all stupidity and don't use puffery...
congratulate them with a cheerful toast and a hearty laughter!

A dreamt event 
for the newly-wed,...
kissing passionately
without embarassment,
but as others watch with contentment...
the flower girls follow them gracefully 
as they hear the wedding bells at twelve!

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Band 101

In Junior High, I decided to try
to play an instrument

I joined the band, French horn in hand
determined to make music

I lugged my horn, ready to mourn
for myself, as I walked home

Although I practiced, my butt, this horn kicked
I could never play a song

The noise I did play, made all ears run away
and was painful to mine as well

Like howling dogs, the sound was all wrong
and frightening to my neighbors

Children cried on my street, men were white as a sheet
mothers ran out to buy ear plugs

But I didn't upset, became teacher's pet
And won the band's top accolade

With trophy in hand, I took a stand 
and never returned to band

This is a true story but SLIGHTLY exaggerated

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 31, 2012
5th place in Self Exaggerations contest

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Concert For One

You ask me to come to one of your gigs 
Every Thursday over a pint at The Hop 
I politely decline 
Every Thursday 
You sat there dressed in plaid and denim 
Your lips curl over the glass 
Well I couldn’t possibly watch 
Them curl over a microphone 
In front of all those people 
I prefer a concert for one 
Sat in my backyard 
Dancing to songs of your travels 
With cigarette in hand, 
The only one listening 
Selfish I know 
But you make me that way 

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BENJAMIN BRITTEN clerihew Composer

BENJAMIN BRITTEN   composer extraordinaire
        by Victoria Anderson-Throop

Benjie Britten’s fame is long
David Beckam of the song
Carols danced in your sharp mind
May your flat rest remain divine

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"THE GIRL WHO : JUST PUSHED PLAY"(ode to Aerosmith music)

Well, this giddy little girl was tired of the SAME OLD SONG AND DANCE; she said I gotta get 
rid of the MONKEY ON MY BACK, and find someone to TAKE ME TO THE OTHERSIDE...where 
  So, as she started on her PERMANENT VACATION the idea was to KISS HER PAST 
GOODBYE....though it was NOBODY'S FAULT she knew she had to FLY AWAY FROM HERE...
  The LAST CHILD of a bunch counting five, she had to do WHAT IT TAKES to stay alive...So 
with just a LICK AND A PROMISE and her LIGHT INSIDE she WALKED ON DOWN with a 
  She came upon a BLIND MAN they call UNCLE SALTY who saw her CRYIN and said I'll show 
you the way to your MAMA KIN... as they traveled on she began to CHIP AWAY THE 
STONE...and put all her SEASONS OF WITHER  behind her.
  Finally arriving to find MOTHER POPCORN who blessed her with this sound advice: 
  Take the long path my JADED one, past the HANGMAN JURY and down to the FARM...WALK 
ON WATER and realize that there is NO SUPRISE... though there may be RATS IN THE 
CELLAR there is always CHEESE CAKE in your eyes.
  Now she rides the TRAIN THAT KEEPS ROLLIN with the LORD OF THE THIGHS hoping they 
can COME TOGETHER in the SUNSHINE of the MOVIE  and DREAM ON here inside their 

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Just once for someone to say ‘you have a nice smile’
Instead of ‘what are you grinning at all the while’

Or  ‘you really were  clever to figure that problem out’
Instead of  ‘another lucky shot there, no doubt’. 

Tired of remarks about my coat being  ‘a detractor’,
Just once I  want to hear that it ‘has character’.

And my harmonica music referred t o as ‘damned whining’
Should be praised as  ‘such music has a silver lining’.

Till someone says these things to me,  I will continue awhile
To cleverly wear my coat, and play, and smile.

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A Night At The Opera

The buxom diva shattered chandeliers when she sang soprano.

Opera houses vibrated and thundered when she sang contralto!

When belting out an aria her voice quivered like Robin Hood's bow,

As she struggled through Mozart's ll re pastore blow by tedious blow!

His lady friend sat rapt but not her culturally impaired and hapless beau!

He'd much rather they'd spent the evening at the Grand Ol' Opry show!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
being so true...
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
Sea to shinning Sea.

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What makes me get up
is the strongest coffee cup,
and the enthusiasm to live a full day:
either indoor to write, or outside to play.

Watching movies is fun, but laziness stores fat in my belly,
sitting on the coach, eating potato chips and drinking cola;
junk food won't harm my body if used moderately...
is there a sunnier, warmer place than California?

What wakes me up is the noise of a robin
tapping on my foggy window with his tiny beak;
if he's hungry, he'll flap...if he stands still, it means it'll rain,
hoping I'll invite him in and warble another tune he learned down the creek.

Vacations are far away, late July on my calendar of active man...
choose North or South, snow or sunshine?
Go skiing, or play gulf all day then dine
at the nearest restaurant, but my choice would be zesty Italian.

Isn't my lifestyle exciting and busy, not envying the rich,
or resent the luxuries they can afford along with caviar and champagne?
My pleasures are simple and inexpensive, like the sandiest beach...
you can come along and experience the thrill of an enjoyable day in slow lane.

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Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!

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The Music Room

The Music Room

By Elton Camp

Mrs. Van Snoot, of the arts is a patron
She’s a stuffy, self-righteous matron

Who wants all, her virtues to see
Of any vices, she is entirely free

In the fundamentalist church, she’s a pillar
Pure living and sobriety are what thrill her

“Liquor’s never passed my lips,” she said
“Before I’d imbibe, I’d far rather be dead.”

Late afternoon and well into the night
In her music room she’s locked up tight

A huge bass fiddle is on display
It serves in a decidedly uncultured way

For its front can be pushed aside
A well-stocked bar it does hide

Mrs. Van Snoot loves wine, whisky, & gin
Completing the rounds, she starts again

Enjoying culture, for her, goes so far
And then she needs to visit her bar

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Tortellini Tunes

Why have my guitar
strings turned into spaghetti?
What a saucy mess.

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if only

let me set your mind right
let me take you out tonight
girl let me show you a good time

"if only"

if only you let me
show you how I can be
I could be that guy you need
I could be the one to set you free...

"if only"
if only

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Woods, great place to hide from bullies

Beneath the soil lay our roots
Multi-legged insects walking on moss
Working hard to get the fruits
Like lost souls running to the cross
Or hungry new army recruits
With no care of profit or loss

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

We feast together in the swamp
The spiders just want to push us around
They see us and want to stomp
We hide under the ground
I’m here, no fear of the chomp
It’s our other way around

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

One day I hope it will change
The flower tell us one day
Not to far gone to rearrange
Apex of the sun’s way
Move to the balkan mountain range
Rather than be part of the buffet

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

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gonna get caught

gonna get caught
gonna get caught
boy ya gonna get caught
gonna get caught

pulling me with ya smile
melting my heart with ya voice
we sat and talk for a while
I like the way you made
me your first choice

you bought me drinks
you even danced with me
yo girl might catch you flirtin with me
if it could be
we can make history
bring new swag to chemistry


gonna get caught
gonna get caught
boy ya gonna get caught
gonna get caught

you with yo girl
thinkin of me
when I walk by
you winking at me


you with yo girl
wishin we could be
cuz you keep textin
keep textin me


I want you
I need you
I want to make love to you


gonna get caught
gonna get caught
boy ya gonna get caught
gonna get caught

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Mozfart, like his brother was possessed of rare ability
Performing in Vienna for European Nobility
Farts of such, power, passion and brilliance
His pants we're reinforced for extra resilience

Amazing you'd think to have a musical bottom
But wouldn't recitals perhaps get a bit rotten
But although be blew through a rather large horn
The accompaniments were pleasant, I'm pleased to inform

For not only could Mozfart trump his brothers Sonatas
Without the use of additional apparatus 
With variable, fragrance, flatulence was he also empowered
And could make his blow-offs smell like a field full of flowers

Mozfart's trumper was a musical revelation
Where ever he went he was quite a sensation 
Farting Bach's Concerto in packed auditoriums 
Then making it smell of roses for standing ovations

This attention put his brother in such a foul mood
He put a tub of fart power in poor Mozfart food
To deliver his grand finale the maestro bent low
And as he exploded took out half the front row

Although he died tragically
He lived his life magically
So next time you think you're about to drop a potty
Think of poor Mozfart and his amazingly musical botty

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Watch the Snow

Sing to music of Deck the Halls

Watch the snow for big dog poopie
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
So unsightly, in a groupie
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
Look down now for those big accrue.
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
Roam your eyeballs, just before you.
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
Watch the russet pile before us.
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
Step up high and join the chorus.
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
Jumping up in measured sections
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
While they laugh with such infections
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh

Go before the new snow covers
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
Brave the old pass, as light hovers.
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
Yell for joy now we made it home.
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh
Never mind now, just a poem
Ugh -ugh -ugh-ugh-ugh ugh -ugh-ugh -ugh

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McDonalds poem

me and my girl kelssey just got done smoking weed
 are stomach start rumbling and we started too have cravings 
what was it what do we need 
we but our minds together and it was micky d's

so we walked in to get our burgers and fries,
but realized we aint gots no money to our surprise

i look in my back pocket and a 20 appear
 we was like holy crap then we walk up to the cashear 
she was like "how can i help you? you want that here or to go ? "
 umm i dont know but i like a number 6 plain with cheese
 but her not sure what do you want kelssey?

i want a classic combo. a sweet tea to drink. 
thats what id order im pretty sure or i think.
 burgers on our mind..thank god it was micky d's that we would find
. but watch the drinks. make sure the dont spill. 
but if you do its ok. cuz we get free refill.

they called our order and we grab our meal 
right when we seat down i cause a big deal
 i looked at my food and guess what i see 
they put lettuce ketchup and mayonnaise and the receipt says plain with cheese
 i cause a fus and a big scene it all worked out
 the food was free and i got back my 20

so we didnt have to pay.
 we got out there real fast and started a good day.
 but we were still hungry and what did we do? 
well we thought a shopping cart would fit through the drive through.

 a bad idea? i dont know. but me and west thats how we roll.
 so we climb in and away we go we went so fast no a time was spent
i was like " i hope we dont hit a car i hope we dont cause a dent"
 we finnally got to the end of the drive through 
so we told em to give us order number two and dont for get order number three
 right when we grabbed our food we jumped out of the cart and then we flea

so our trip to mickey d's was quite amazing at the least... 
as we eat our burgers and join in a great feast.
im like dang what are we doing 
we are packing our face s like a 8 year old eats pudding
 im a skinny kid but now i feel like a fat as pig 
i ate so much im starting to feel sick

so fat we feel. cuz we ate to much. kinda bad idea. 
who would of thought of such.
 well me and west kno how to kick it. eat mickey d's all day is good living

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love by the river

Love by the River. 

I carried the old fashion gramophone,
she carried the records to the river. 
We sat and I kissed her while listening 
to 1959 records.

Let´s have a dip. Naked we swam in 
the moonlit river that cleanses disgust.
Her armpits had the aroma of clover

Started gramophone again, music back 
then was so trite, lyrics boring and her 
body looked enchanting in moonlight. 

I threw the bloody music machine into 
the river, she did ditto with the records. 
We made love in stillness as trout waked 
I regretted not having  brought a fishing rod. 

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let me

let me make you unwind
damn girl you fine
let me set ya mind straight
let me open the gate
let me make ya bed rattle
make you shiver a little
girl it wont be long
before your branches get brittle,
you would like that
if I make ya ooz in the middle
and make you eaze down low
and make you play with my fiddle
and make a new song
makin new tunes in ya mouth
draining me dry
makin my stick have a drought
I got that fire
girl you know wat im all about
makin ya moan and scream
I wanna make ya shout
"ay boy ay boy, you makin me hot"
I have a whole lotta cum
and I just cant stop
if you let me stick it in to connect the dot

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Boy Is She The One

<                                   Betty Davis eyes
                                     Marilyn Monroe's thighs
                                     Greta Garbo's lies
                                     Elizabeth Taylor's cries
                                     Tells me this is why
                                     Is She The One
                                     Is She The One
                                     Is She The One For Me

                                    Britney Spears
                                    Miley Cyrus sneers
                                    Rihanna's fears
                                    Oh my dear
                                    One thing's clear

                                    Is She The One
                                    Is She The One
                                    Is She The One For Me

                                    Madonna's dares
                                    Cher's dairy air
                                    Heart's flare
                                    Fleetwood Mac I don't care
                                    Just wondering there
                                    Is She The One
                                    Is She The One
                                    Is She The One For Me

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Lisa was the very first love of my youth,
even her voice had the sound of a flute;
how funny she looked with those huge, black sunglasses
matching her blue bikini...honestly I had plenty of laughs!

I surely approached like any other boy would,
trying to mentally rehearse my intent...
and finding courage took a planned incident,
which made me conquer her with an insincere word.

"Sorry for messing up your clean blanket,
the hot sand burned my feet and I got mad!"
I humbly said with the tenderest voice to win her favor...   
" No need to apologize. " she replied, touching her red hair.

And suddenly a summer steamy love began...
how delighted and how lucky I was to have gotten away so shamelessly
with my pretense, then she asked me to get off the hot sand
and sit on her blanket to listen to Cher...oh, she longed for her Sonny!

Lisa was the very first love of my youth filled with sensation;
when I open my cluttered closet, a withered carnation, 
she put in my tuxedo jacket, still evokes our last date...
the eighties were a joy to explore with her without any haste.

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A Cute Clarinet

A Cute Clarinet

I was playing my pretty fiddle
And seems like somewhere in the middle
Of some song which I was playing
Everything started swinging and swaying.

Played part of Fifth Beethoven did write
When all my playing went out of sight
And somehow I broke my bent bow;
Then from Symphony home had to go.

My fiddle turned out to be a violin
And next time when I played it again
A new bow I now was busily using
Being careful with it and not abusing.

By Grand Ole Opera was being invited
You knew it when I became so excited
But again my bow became busted
Now I seemed to be totally disgusted.

After attending another jam session
I then decided to make a confession
My glue on false teeth finally did set
So I started playing a cute clarinet.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Remember that April is poetry month.

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I Am A Jock

A bad play
On a deep and dark September
Gazing from these bleachers
To that ref who blew that call
On a freshly painted court in the middle of fall

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

I've got balls
A fortress deep and plenty
That none will discinagrate
For friendship brings me joy
It's laughter from my best friend Roy

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

Don't talk  hate
For I've heard much before
It's resting in my head
And I'll try not to wake
So It doesn't make you cry
For if I never would of put on that cup
You've  never heard  awwwww shut up

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

I have my hooks
And my cup to protect me
I am such a world charmer
Hiding behind an ump
So another won't bump
I touch no one and he better not touch me

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

And a Jock feels no pain
And a flock seems to die

This is off spin
To Simon And Garfunkle's
I am A Rock    LOL
Gl All

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Soul Of A Stripper, Life Of A Housewife

The music thumps, the walls jump
She pole dances against the jamb
Dust rag in her right
Polish in her left hand

House is hers for a few hours
To fulfill a fantasy
Bump and grind it babe
The vacumn whiiiirrrs away

Shake that booty, strut that stuff
Transfer clothes in washer to dryer
Wearing faded blue jeans
Kick that leg up higher

Beds are made, bunnies dusted
She cat walks looking demure
Practises a sultry pout
Wiping spots from the mirror

Work the shoulders, drop to a deep squat
Then stick the tush up in the air
Family is due home very soon
Straighten her clothing with care

Greet the kids with hugs, husband with kisses
Getting  dinner to the table
While news plays in the background
Her life is happy, solid and stable

Dishes washed, kids off to sleep
Taking my husband by the hand
This housewife leads him to our room
Where her stripper soul takes command

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No wonder why she was envied for her shiny hair
not for her agility, beauty and whim;
her name was Wilderness Flower...
how could her mother have given her such a name?

Unique and beautiful was her superb dancing,
friends made fun of her...humming, 
" Wilderness Flower, why do you hide your laugh? 
Are you impersonating someone else? "

She ignored those silly remarks,
by gently landing on her feet,
" Can you dance, not leap like foxes? "
she responded with a voice so meek.   

" Surely we can and much better than you, of course! "
They challenged with a cowardly threat,
Wilderness Flower replied, " Why do you sweat? "
They stared at her and shouted with voices too coarse,
" Prove to us how talented you are! "
" we are better trained than you by far! "
She defiantly yelled at them performing with laughter on her tongue
and would they let her get away with it, or prove her wrong?

On stage she performed for a bunch of fools
who didn't think she was the very best...
and would Wilderness Flower set them loose? "
" Why spoil it with hastiness? Let them wait and guess! "
Was her murmur that not even a soul could hear,
so why they acted so immaturely and allowed fear?

On the shining floor she intentionally slipped screaming,
" I broke my me to the emergency room,
I may not make at all and die on the way over! "
" Don't die on us, Wilderness Flower...we are sorry for our bullying!"
And pledging they cried and swore seeing their guilt loom. 
" You fanatics played with my emotions with convincing flair! "
She attacked them with loud scolding words.

" But since you admitted your foolishness, I will forgive you all,
if you let me make fun of your silliness and die a sweet death
by laughing as hard as I can! Wilderness Flower exclaimed.
 " Please do, we can accept that, but promise not to return as a mad bull! "
They all crossed their fingers as she went into deep sleep...
did she really give up her soul for some silly dancers who did more than leap?  

Entered in Natalie the Rouge Rhymer's contest, 
" Die A ' Fun ' Death Contest "

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my level of insanity

tell me what is normal,
and i won't act the part,
screaming in the night,
to lift a heavy heart,
hear the song of friends,
they sing it in your ear,
telling you again,
that fear is what you fear,
so smile little heart,
and dance out in the rain,
will the awesome colors,
make you dance in vain?

make sense to you? it does to me. bwahahahaha

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Take you

you're like the beautiful starz and the rainbows
I can take you anywhere you want to go
come ride in my shuttle, I have no cars
we can travel to venus and then mars
we can visit the beach and dance by the sea
we can make love under the palm trees
excuse me, do you think we meant to be
if you ask me I can picture you and me
living heaven on earth
growin old together(happily married)
I can take you to a place that no one goes
its somewhere ova the rainbow
take my hand, plz dont be afraid
to go to love land, real love is the way
I can put you in the zone
so you dont wanna go
I whispered in your ear
words no one told
now you gettin hot
I got your mind blown
now you dont wanna leave
you dont wanna go home
you're like the beautiful starz and the rainbows
I can take you anywhere you want to go
come ride in my shuttle, I have no cars
we can travel to venus and then mars

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some love

can I have it
can I get it
you know I want it
baby boy I need it
some love
"Give me some love
some love
"Give me some love"

hey lova

thats not me yet

hey lova

thats not me yet

it will soon be,
just you and me,
just wait and see,
I call it destiny

hey lova

thats not me yet

hey lova

thats not me yet

give me some love
"some love"
give me some love
"some love

can I have it
can I get it
you know I want it
baby boy I need it
some love
"Give me some love
some love
"Give me some love"

girl I know you want this

your love

let me think about this

give me your love
I want your love

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Family is Overrated!

Headin’ back home
I don’t know what to think
I want to roam but
"I disagree," says my shrink

What does he know anyway?
And why does he want me to stay?
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

Walkin’ through the door
I see my dad
My bags hit the floor and
My dad looks rather mad

Why does he think I’m so bad?
And whys he always mad?
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

I see my mom too
What does she think
She says, "Your rents due!" and
She leaves with a wink

Why should I have to pay rent?
When all my moneys spent?
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

I see my brother
Sittin' on his bed
I ask him, "What’s with mother?" But
He never heard what I said

Never liked him anyway
I feel like I’ve been betrayed
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

We gather ’round the table
For some dinner
"So are you able to
pick anyone but a sinner?"

My mom never liked my girlfriend
Thought she’d pass like a trend
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

Packed my things up and
Headed for the door
"I’m leavin' for a distant land!" Then
My mom’s jaw hit the floor

Never liked my family anyway!
Wanted to leave every day!
Family is overrated!
Family makes life no fun!
My family is too outdated!
My family makes me want to run!

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My Best Trip Ever

I was watching this man as he walked around in a store,
he was very amusing, this man was not a bore.
The music that  was playing on the speakers so loud,
really got to him, he was drawing a crowd.
He seemed to like the older tunes, 
that is when he really started acting like a goon.
He was doing the Jerk, and the Monkey too,
then all of a sudden, he was walking on the Moon.
My eyes got big, when he licked his thumb,
this man was so funny, he had come undone.
The best trip ever, was my trip today,
and as I left the store, I almost forgot to pay.

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Halloween Night

Halloween Night 8/25/12

Night is coming fast,
I really want this night to last,

Ghost, ghouls, muppets, angels,
Little witches practicing their spells,

Graveyards appear off roads,
Cobwebs string along lumpy toads,
Halloween, Halloween,

Fog comes from no where,
Frankenstein and Dracula want your blood,
What, are you scared?
It's Halloween, the dead emerge, runnnnnnnn

Amy Winehouse and Jack Daniels come hand in hand,
The show with Ray Charles with Zombie Winehouse in high demand,
Audience drinks mugs of tropical blood,
Werewolf from Paris flies in to make life undone,
Dario Argento takes notes for cool effects,
He sits away from the demons, of all, he knows them best.

For those stuck at home,
Pass out candy to a few drones,
Tinkerbell blesses you with glitter,
Mary Poppins has to mark this moment on twitter,
Jason would rather just cut your throat,
So be nice, give him the basket, try not to choke,
The Crazy 88s are Halloween neighborhood watch,
Looks like Andre the Giant just kicked one in the crotch,

It's midnight now, the carriage now a pumpkin,
Prince is mad, no kiss tonight, skins a lump again,
Concert was a success,
Candy is gone, no more stress,
Scared to sleep now, the best comes during rest....

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Incited by her Allure Sensuelle...
a vulnerable man is noticed by all.

Quite by nature, I rarely frequent clubs...
loud music turns me into a demon from hell.

She brought me so many Martinis on the Rocks...
I drank them too quickly and took a bad fall.

The spell in the potion must have acted too slowly...
I showed her respect, but she became too sensual.

Discovering the foul play, I was dismayed by her madnesss...
she left in a hurry and disappeared down the crowded hall.

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest, " The Ghazal "

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Its not offensive odors which bother me
That’s the province of my loving and ever-tolerant wife:  she
Whose nose can detect a shoeless sock 
Which has been worn for even a half hour on the clock,
Or me cooking sausages even before they start to smoulder,
Or if I ate onion three days ago.   No.  As I get older
It’s noise pollution which is my life’s bain,
Especially rock music which gives me pain, 
The guys with 600 watts in their car at the red light,
The punks on the corner sharing earpieces in the night,
And I can still hear it half a block away straight.
Obviously good music ended with Sergeant Pepper in 1968
But the worst of all the modern notions is (c)rap
“Music”. I mean who was it that told the guy in the baseball cap, 
The fat guy in sunglasses, that he could sing?
Was it his mother? Didn’t he know she was kidding?


Entered in  Susan Burch’s Contest       Noise Pollution

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I Got Dough {Solfege}

Do -  do   -        a female la beer
Re -  re    -        a drop of re beer
Mi  -  mi             without my mi beer  
Fa-    fa -           place to drive to get ti beer
So  -  so   -        you ran out of mi beer
La   -  la   -         la de da la de da I'll wait for la beer
Ti  -    ti    -        spilt spilt ti beer so no more more of la beer

Do - Do              Do la la think I'm sexy after about six six so beers  LOL 

Got Beer !
Over The Lips Thru The Gums
Look-out Stomach Here It Comes LOL

Also Entry For Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest

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I Made A Wish

I made a wish upon a
Falling star



To make that one
Little wish

“In hoping”

My wish would prevail

To be true
And start the rain

“Or maybe snow”

And let me make it
To a Beauty salon

While I attempt to sing
Ain’t no sunshine when
He’s gone


The dogs howl at the

“Or maybe”

My singing


My wish was not granted
For I still can’t sing

The dogs and cats seem

To appear disturb when I

They howl and meow

I wished upon a falling

For a singing voice that
Would make me rich

“maybe a bit famous”


So, that dream just
Blew away

Within the frosty winds

In the year of the rain

Washed away with the
High tide

I wished upon a falling

Didn’t get my wish but

That beautiful little twinkling

Was truly intriguing for the
Eye to see

“Thank God”

I went to a beauty salon

Got the works

Clean down to my toes

Ain’t that grand and I

And I feel brand new

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Sebastopol - Apple Blossom Weekend

The First Methodist Church,
with its bold wooden steeple,
burnt to the ground in 1914,
for preaching prohibition.
The good folks of Sebastopol
weren’t having any of that.
Today the Apple Blossom
Parade marches past
the rebuilt church, past
the Masonic Temple, past
Martha’s Mexican restaurant,
with its soup bowl Margaritas, 
past Old Main Street Tavern,
overflowing with biker patrons,
and Jasper O’ Farrell’s,
past The Powerhouse Brewery,
The Greenhouse, and G.T.O’s,
with its bottomless Bloody Marys.
As the entire town, marching bands 
and all, spill into Ivy’s Park 
for a two day party, pixilated music,
and four dollar beers to support
Analy Union High School.
No wonder Luther Burbank
and Charles Schulz
called Sebastopol their home.
And The First Methodist Church,
now made of stone, 
the only quiet place in town.

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Caribbean night

Caribbean Night

Tropical night, starlit, if I recall rightly; there was 
sliver of a golden moon also. We drank beer too,
the sea is an enormous waste bin, plop, plop.
Someone brought guitar, nights like this ought to
have music, the gentle murmour of voices stilled. 
The guitar player wasn’t any good, but for awhile 
we sat politely listening to his pathetic attempts.
His friend got up, threw the instrument overboard.   
We drank more beer, listened to our own dreams;
mine was about a guitar playing dolphin.

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A city with the tallest skyscrapers,
many languages spoken by friendly faces,
bridges that are wonders connecting the five boroughs,
and amidst art and folklore, there's always a clown with hysterical laughs.

The mighty towers were suddenly brought down by
a hatred too gruesome to remind all of lost lives; 
they were the Motherland's pride: the two jewels of master minds,
the new ones, much prettier, are quickly rising up against the same sky.

Do I feel safe? I definitely do with the beautiful Lady Liberty
holding up the bright torch and needless to say how brave she is,
more than a sentinel who loves her immigrants who assimilate her ways
that they desperately seek in the name of freedom and equality.   

A city founded by courageous men escaping religious persecutions by waterways,
even God blessed her for keeping her faith and made her great up to our days;
it's proper to say that this is the world capital for technology, art and trade...
so it's easy to guess where I am living now...the city where fortunes are made. 

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Like Lil Kim Where Do I Begin

Why can't every woman be like Helen Hunt ?
When I play ball it's best not to get a bunt
Through loose loop holes, silver- bellied grasses lift their cat fur, cold spit !
Like Lil Kim, where do I even begin ?
We see ourselves circle through the streets,
Gripping shingles, we see ourselves again flow
Bells crack ice, white cattle chew clean
Each day, relived, a matter of faith at stake come apart at the seams
Shut the front door then hear its bell ring,
At last a chance to mingle & explore hence the opened door !

Back in the days with Fabulous Five Freddie & Mellie Mel,
There is a great story to tell !
So now years have passed having every reason to grasp,
Some folks got such a hold living in a high off loft making lots of gold !
Now you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold;
Just like a rooster, we gain a sense of ever believing,
There will be someone, stars, crisp in the deep put,
The river lets loose the carp, coughs beneathe its frozen part.
Hot lady's these days don't give a flying fart !
Loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips,
Cold spit on the floor a chance to explore;
Back in the day it used to be o.k.

To pray that everything would be this way;
As i learned to grasp, those days I used to stare at the wall.
Today I stand ten feet tall !
To wait for the call I use to work the news but yet today I sing the blues.

Now which pathway in life will you be willing to choose ?

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The Troubadours

Teasing and loving ladies near and far
Robust are they, their mead in a jar
Over the hills their words ring out loud
Under the trees they sing tall and proud
Boasting of great adventures from their sorted past
Among the village folk, a crowd gathers fast
Dance, drink and be merry they hum
One plays the panpipes, the other the drum
Up hands clap in a mighty roar
Rise now and cheer, 'tis time to roast the boar!
Sing with us village folk, into the dawn we will soar!

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Verse I

Don't ask for presents
and check your stockings
hanging by the fire place where the log crackles;
you are in for a big surprise this quite evening:
kids, dance with Santa on snowy Christmas's Eve...
put on the best smile and hear the reindeer's bells!


Kids, dance with Santa and swing your legs and arms 'till you fall;
jump up, go around once, stop, jump up, go around twice,
until his tired feet ache and you laugh at his funny groans! 
Get the hang of it, dance with him he's so nice...
hold on, stay on the dance floor...see Santa's belly bounce! 
Kids, dance with Santa and sing a lovely carol!

Verse II

Don't complain like grouches, and tell him he's another chubby Grinch;
he is a different kind of Santa...he doesn't bring any expensive gifts!
Oh, no Santa is not stingy, just the oldest messenger of good cheers; 
you may be disappointed a lot, but please don't tarnish his image!
He came here to teach you the new Christmas dance with rhythm;
watch his steps and learn to dance within the allowed range! 

I don't like those long faces, kids dance with Santa on this Christmas Eve;
you'll forget about your presents wouldn't want to leave!

Entered in Deborah Guzzi's Holiday Songs In Poetry Form. Style: Moderate Rock Ballad.
I will set my song to music and publish it next year. I doesn't have a melody to be sung
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The scribble of pen on paper
The low rumble of hushed voices
The shuffle of people walking by
The tapping of keys on a keyboard
The rustle of turning pages
The hum of lights above me
The tap of subconscious fingers
The whizz of cars passing by
The clip of opening and closing binders
The thunk of a mug landing on desk
The buzz of the bees outside
The screech of seagulls over the shore
The chink of the hole-punch
The glug of a water bottle
The crash of waves against the sand
The bells of laughter in the distance

Lifes Natural Rhythm.

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KISS concert tickets

(This is a fictional poem)

My wife and I have always loved KISS.
Something happened yesterday that really got me pissed.
My friend had two KISS concert tickets but he couldn't go.
When I asked him if I could have them, he said no.
But he said he'd give them to me if I catered to his every whim.
He's a lowlife bastard and I shouldn't have trusted him.
I cooked all of his meals and I even rubbed his dirty and smelly feet.
I cleaned his crummy house everyday and I kept it nice and neat.
Every morning I'd bring him breakfast in bed and then I'd give him a shave.
He ran me ragged, I was like a slave.
Yesterday he said he wanted a promotion so he gave the tickets to his boss.
When I told my wife, she hit me in the stomach so hard that my cookies got 
I kicked my friend in the nuts and I beat the crap out of him too.
If you ever make me work for KISS tickets and then renege, I'll do the same to you.

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MoonBee's Madrigal

Oh... Oh... Come Into The Moon Light …
        And Dance With Me Tonight
I’ve Pink Champagne, Lit FirePlace Flame 
        And The Stars Are Twinkling Bright
I’ve Put On Your Favorite Dinner and Rose Dress
        For Your Delight
Ooooh, Come Into The Moon Light …
        And Dance With Me Tonight

Heeeey, Honey, What Happened To The Lights?
        You Paid The Bill … Alright?
Bring Me A Beer and That Remote Here
        The Cowboys Play Tonight !
Why’s The Table Set… We Got Guests?
         Is That Dress A Little Tight? ……
              * *///// # # ////\\
I Don’t Know Sam… She Just Picked A Fight !
Hauled-Off and Hit Me… With All… Her… MoonBee…  M i g h t  !

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The Bow-Wow Song !

I was ‘ Walking ’ back from grocery shopping
When I saw something, that had me hopping…
… mad, I mean… at what I seen
… a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen !

They rode past in a top-down car
She had shades on, like a Movie-Star
My bags dropped down, due to shock…
… Now… What She got, that I ain’t got?

… Her big ears blowing in the wind
Now, I know, that’s Man’s Best Friend
But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking
is ‘cause I need a new kind-of-Talking :

Bow-Wow!     Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!     Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!     Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…    … see I can Manage …
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
-	    to Bow-Wow
                    and it’s Alright Now

Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight
Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite?
I started to Listen to the Canine next Door
Yapping and a Howling – made ‘em give Her More…

Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop
I Finally figured out “What They Got !”
The next Man came, I Said, “They’s Expensive,
You may as well, get yourself a ‘Mrs’…”

                    … Bow-Wow!
Bow-Wow!      Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!      Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!      Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…   … see I can Manage
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
	     to Bow-Wow
                     and it’s Alright Now

Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, “Let’s get a Dog”
I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off
I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease…
“We don’t need nothing ‘round with Fleas !”

… and if You scratch behind My Ears,
I’ll make the kind of noise, you love  to Hear ! …

Bow-Wow!      Move Over Rover
Bow-Wow!      Fe-Fe, Its Over !
Bow-Wow!      This is My Growler
                     Git’ A Little Louder … Bow – Wow !

                 Bow-Wow… Wuff  Wuff  Wuff

         Carol Brown… This One’s For You Kiddo’
         And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile)
              This Poem is From Bygone Days
(Wouldn’t You Know… The Silly One’s Always Survive)
                         Hope You Enjoy It….


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My Musical Tastes

My taste in music is not a single
But rather many that intermingle
A favorite tune can make me tingle
For I love to hear a familiar jingle

Romantic ballads cause me to swoon
Play an Irish tune, I'll dance like a loon
A bluegrass song ends way too soon
I could listen to Big Band and swing til noon

A Classical arrangement is, well, classy
The Spanish guitar sounds so snappy
And Rockabilly can be downright snazzy
Those jazz numbers are, you guessed it, jazzy

Just don't ask me too quick
For my favorite music to pick
Of one style, the other can't lick
So to a variety of tastes I will stick

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me and six hippies

so im this town right
with six hippies, and i dont know what a hippie is yet
and we go to the bar
start talking about the water
and one hippie says he's startin to get sick
and im like well
do they well the water?
the second hippie says
my head is spinning
and the third one says no it isnt

I start laughing
and the fifth hippie got sick
I said I was already sick when i got here
so im not sure what it is
i ask
whats that smell?
They told me
the rest of the hippies
i said
what hippies?

I dont see any hippies

and then i fell into the pit
it was a hippie pit
i didnt know i was a hippie

so there i am in this hole right
with 6 hippies
and the first says
whats that smell
and i said
i think its you hippies
i was told you stink
so the first hippie
said i need to take a bath
the second hippie said
where you going with it
the third hippe asked
is every hippie in this pit

the six hippies did it
whatever they think they did
me and six hippies drinking water
gettin sick

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Snapple bottle and cap

the underside 
of the Snapple bottle cap
that the nothingness 
of a black hole
generates a sound 
in the key of B flat

who can doubt
a Snapple cap

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Show Me Your England, Ashton

Show Me Your England, Ashton
Show Me Your England, Dear
Show Me Your England, Ashton
Now, That I’m Finally Here…

He Took Me To New London Bridge
He Took Me To The Tower
And The House Of Lords And The Privileged
As Big Ben Chimed The Hour

He Took Me To Piccadilly Square
… Rode On The River Thames
England, Is Extraordinaire
And I’m Glad I Saw It With Him

… To The Palace Of Buckingham
Then Again To Parliament
At Hyde Park, We Had Tea And Jam
Then A Pub, For Refreshment

But Of The Sights, That He Chose
The Best Is; I Saw The Queen!
The Next Day, When I Arose…
Why… It Had Been A Dream… So…

Show Me, Your England, Ashton
Show Me Your England, Dear
Show Me Your England, Ashton
Now, That I’m Finally Here…

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Rockin' Around The Neighborhood

We have a teenaged boy, living in our neighborhood...
Who is causing quite a stir, yes sir!... he's quite misunderstood
With the residents up and down this quiet street
Some are fuming mad, some who's anger may be more discreet
Coming from his garage, questionable music is his newest occupation
Practicing drums, now that all the kids are on vacation 
The pounding boom boom boom, while buddies play guitars
Windows shake rattle and roll, with the beat we can hear near and far
Like a train coming fast around the bend, 
Some complain that this attempt at Heavy Metal is not their friend
But to me it, this delicious,  incredible noise should be enjoyed
Instead of into trouble,  they find some fun to fill the void......
No Heavy Metal fan am I....just lots of noise....
But I do realize.....dear neighbors.... that boys will be boys...

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Live for sound

As the faucet drips and the wind chimes tink.
As the pendulum swings, I sit and think.
Such a wonderful God to give us sound.
It's something that makes the world go round.
From listening to ocean waves crash all day.
To laughing children enjoying the games they play.
So when you lay in bed to hear your house groan.
Thank God for sound, helping you feel a little less alone.

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And We Drink!!

With a shot and to a swallow
To chilled from within
A pint with frigid golden jumps 
To this a game begins
The orb, a cup shall swallow from
A coin crashed drown to win
A deck, a hand, a cup lift up
In more we drink again! 

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Dang, chick, what happened?
Why you lookin and actin
Like a hoe?
No homo.
But I know so
That it ain't supposed to
Look like you're after
Ballers and rappers.
Chasing dollar signs 
And lies
With your short shirts and tight jeans.
Can you even fit into them things?
I ain't tryin to be mean.
I'm just keeping it real,
Telling you how I feel
About your fake attitude,
Always actin rude,
Chasing some dude
In a bar
Because he drives a big, fast car.
I guess that's just who you are,
Another wannabe superstar.
We'll see how far
That takes you.
But you do you.
And I'mma do me.
And we'll see
Who ends up on top because I guarantee
You gone be lookin up to me
Wishing you had followed your dreams
Instead of greed.

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Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias
on her neat and colorful balcony; and if rains
were scarce, she would water them...
until the fragrant buds would bloom!

Exactly at eight o' clock, for three seasons,
she tendered for them with her caring hands;
and no weeds would mar their beauty so exquisite...
all the nuns came rushing from the Convent!

Sing, adorable mother, sing another aria...the happiest one,
as you caress your flowers with the gentlest touch;
crowds will gather underneath your festive balcony, to listen
with interest and acclaim you for your superb vocals! 

Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias not seen
in the most spacious and elegant gardens;
she suddenly was known as the flower woman,   
but also became the envy of many housewives.    

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty


Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives


so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }

Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever

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Who Am I, Do You See Me?


It’s been quite

Some time

Since someone


Do you see me?

I am Here

My beautiful


Genuine smile

Smiling at

The world

Beside me

Don’t you

See my

Chiseled calves

And voluptuous


A mile high

I may be over


But my Bosom


And Skips

To a

Funky beat

With a tip-toe

Skip, Hop & dance

That only I know

My eyes

Liquid blue

Eyes stare

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Heather Mirassou

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Musical Dream #10

I love listening to Bach on late evenings, especially his flowing ‘Ave Maria’,
just as I like tuning in to Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’, far too many Ave Marias!

Nothing compares to Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata', it’s simply beautiful;
George Handel had he lived would have found Ludwig’s piece rather cool.

Amadeus Mozart, truly he was a musical genius, that Austrian son-of-a gun,
it’s high there among the classics, the elegant ‘Theme from Elvira Madigan’.

Give me Antonin Dvorak’s ‘New World Symphony’,  so serenely majestic,
that, like Tchaikovsky’s ‘Concerto in 1st Movement’, creates instant magic.

Let me tell you a little secret: my days in the cradle had long ago passed by
yet, till this day I drift off to dreamland with a few strains of Brahms’ ‘Lullaby’.

Chopin he tinkers with his piano dreamily, that young romantic Polish chap -
etudes, nocturnes, mazurkas, you name it, though he could not do hip-hop.

I adore the songs of  Bobby Dylan, though not necessarily his croaky voice;
honestly, I prefer listening to other minstrels sing his tunes, if given a choice.

Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell and Judy Collins, those gals sounded to me so fine;
I once volunteered to produce them but they said “Are you out of your mind?”

Could not do nothing with the three J’s, so I turn to Lennon & McCartney
who once rocked my childhood with their irresistible “yeah, yeah, yeah”.

Leonard Cohen, does that man ever smile? so moody and stark his music
but I love him anyway, though figuring out his lyrics often makes me sick.

Denver and Donovan’s stuff are sugary for my taste at times I would say
and there are occasions when I crave for songs that sound kinda lonely.

So I often give way to my old buddy from country land, Kristofferson man,
and let his somber ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’ get me all undone.

Sad songs, joyful songs, all styles, will they ever come in just one package?
so I won’t have to spend much on CDs that is straining my minimum wage.

Given those great musical influences I have painstakingly mentioned above,
it is a sure bet I am off to greatness if I just behave and do what I truly love.

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Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler crabs..

The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...

He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...

And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a shack in this unsafe place always threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his dirty sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...

The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind, 
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around with sad eyes
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" The beach entertainer whispers.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Saturday Night at the Manhattan Dance Bar

It’s great to be young, so long as you get older
Don’t lay it all on just one bet.
You’ve got to go easy if you go to the Manhattan
If you want to see Sunday, better watch your step.

Jake the Snake is sneaking in the alley
He’s got his dogs to keep him safe.
He’s also got Roberta, strutting on the dance floor
Mess with her, Jake will mess your face.

Shakes and Weasel looking for some yokels
Going to break heads, going to cut someone.
Stay in the light, stay out of corners
Mind your manners or you’ll come undone.

Me, I’m loose and I might get lucky
Got my arms around a woman and she’s holding tight.
Out to the car, passion in the back seat
sleazy and sweaty on a Saturday night.

It’s great to be young as long as you get older
Don’t lay it all on just one bet.
You’ve got to go easy if you go to the Manhattan
sleazy and sweaty on a Saturday night.

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The Cats

If you awake at sunset
You will hear them play,
A sound that’s so electric
It rocks the town away

The drums are beating steady
The bass is at a low
The guitar sends a shiver
From you spine and down below

They sit upon a balcony
Humming tunes away
Sometimes the sax just plays a part
Just like it has today

They call them Feline Frenzy
They never miss a beat
They are creatures of the night
By day they walk the street,

Rattling at your windows
Banging on the walls
Toes tapping up and down
With music that just calls

You may come across them
But many fail to look
The bass sitting behind the bins
The cat reading the music book

Sitting at the piano
Strumming on the bass
With what may be an accident?
It’s done with so much grace

But may just dismiss the thought
They think it is quite a lark
But can’t explain the noise they hear
Just shortly after dark

You feline dance’s quite the step
It shows you where it’s at
If you don’t see the signs my friend
They you don’t know your cat

So carefully watch your kitty
It will give you a hint or three
It shows you that it has the beat
And sings the melody

Dancing in the attic
Singing sweet each note
Swinging to the jazz
That they so cleverly wrote

And when you hear upon your roof
Or hear the applause of rats
Open your window and listen close
To the sound they call The Cats!

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we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission


n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end

Details | I do not know? | |

so gorgeous

so gorgeous 

so gorgeous you are 
that you 
beauty has filled 
an enormous 
open scar 
so gorgeous you are 
that i would leave the 
corners to keep your love
so gorgeous you are
that heaven is there with you
so gorgeous you are 
that if i haven't seen 
you i'll be loss for ever
so gorgeous you are 
that sun go down and 
you keep the light shining 
so gorgeous you are 
i don't even wanna stop writing

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One, Two, Glow

One with a flick
Two for the glow
Three to ya dome
Forget that blow
All of this fuss
As ya ride on in
When we glide by
And offa my side
My personal fact
I am a bit tacky
You listen to me
You end up being
It can be hectic
Ending up undead
Ringing eclectic
It had vibe 2 it
My story written
The hook in free
Your end unlucky
It's good to say
Good deeds today 
Corruption heeds
Tell not deceive
What life leaves
Will you believe
What to perceive

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Woodstock in Florida

Could you imagine if Hippies came down to the Sunshine State?
They would literally break the down the gate
Just to see a festival meant for a small crowd
The music would be so loud

But the people would sit around all day
While the lights from the ultraviolet ray
Would blister up their skin
But they will just sit there with all their friends

Just to hear three days of music, and experience peace and fun
Sure they would get beat up by the Sun
And all the drugs they did
But hey, some of them would be just kids

Who did not know the right things to do
But they would all sit there and listen to music of the Who,
Jimi Hendrix, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and Ravi Shankar
They would all come from so very far

Just to see something so entertaining and great
That they would come to the Sunshine State
I wish that I could reverse the clock
And have the Florida legislature plan another Woodstock

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song veins

through the vein of an old song
the antique gathered speed
sputtering and spitting rust
halos of smoke
engine overheating,
stranded in desperate city
cinderblock people are freaky 
the song lay dead 
outside the vein...
acoustically speaking
I'm tainted-

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Two: Babel On

The eclectic neglected feel so disrespected you know I wrecked it where ever I step -ed and you would, dismiss it? I'm brain fried a drain dried step up to my main eye in the middle of my seeing stones I see your tone, its mellowdrone Neglected eclectic you seem so collective it seems so effortless the celebrated, all frustrated because they can't get any more wasted or useless I won't waste it on you, another thought I know I can't break through your drought I know I can't prove to you, it's rotten that doing the right thing is toughest often I guess I'm neglected, come from the collective and consciousness is overrated for the freest all sleep naked.

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permanent marker

ima leave this earth 
with a permanent marker
ima make sure
im tha one you remember
dont cha know
im hip hops-adolf hitler
when i spit ryhms
im tha biggest killer
watchin a movie
im tha-serial killer
you cant compete
im tha one you gonna remember

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Wine, Women, and Song

Wine, women and song-
delirious impressions
both over- and understated.
Nonsense to the uninitiated.

This is how my daydream began:
gyrating  on stage with long hair
like and adolescent shaman-
visions of a young Jim Morrison.

Wine, women and song-
punk, funk, southern boogie drunk
battle ax guitars, pounding drums
blacken and brutal beer soaked bars.

This is the dream come true:
an insidious reality
that suddenly struck rude.
Nonsense to the uninitiated. 

Now, it is still the wine
women and song that I long for. 
Indelible impressions
both over-and understated. 

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gostta be

I gostta be dreamin
this girl got me feenin
her swag makes my heart sing
she got me so thirsty
she moves her body slow
she turns up the tempo
I dont know which way to go
she got me sayin whoa

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' The Dance ... ' (Part 2 of 2)

‘ The  Dance … ’

Oh … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
Its Rhythmic … Its Ritual
… The Body is So Beautiful ! …

Once … I Saw The Ocean Groove
… That’s The Way, I Want to Move
Earth-Spinning, Round and Round
Don’t You Know … We All Get Down ?

Don’t You Know, What The Good-Book Says
‘God’ … Moves in Mysterious Ways
That Is Why I Love To Dance …
… His Empire, Moves In Elegance !

Lord, Have Mercy, Keep Moving Me
Moving and Grooving, to Your Glory !
Blood-Flowing, Lung – Breathe
‘ The Spirit ‘, is Zooming … You Better Believe !

( Just Look At It Move ‘His’ Girl, MoonBee !_

Acrobat, Hip-Hop, Ballet
Art of Tap, Polka, Reggae’
You Can Do It !… I Know You Can
Just Listen, To That Bible – Band ! …

Music … Just Adds Motivation
Stirs A Soul To Celebration
Dancing … is A Declaration
We’re On Cruise-Control, In His Creation !

Dancing … Can Be A Holy Act
God, and His Son … Like It, Like That
So, Nod Your Head … Do The Wave
Signal ! … You Want To Be Saved !

Don’t Be Shy … At Situation
Meet Me At ‘ The Revelation’
They’re Opening Up, The Garden – Gate
… Hurry Now … Don’t Be Late !

Cherubs, gonna’ Let Us In
No Cover Charge … Bring A Friend
Oh ‘Son of God’ … Please Partner Me
… Dance Me To Eternity !

Oh, How I Love To Dance
It’s A Rhythm – Romance
Passion – Performance
Yes Lord … I Love To Dance

Dance! … into Eternity
Dance! … Better Than A Fantasy
Dance! … Universal Dance Floor
Dance! … Don’t You Wanna’ Dance Some More ?

Dance ! … Now, Can’t You See ? …
Dance ! … We Gon’   P a r t y !
Dance With This Girl, thru The Galaxy
Dance With The Stars and The Only MoonBee

Boys Shout ! … ‘Bring On The Dancing Girls !’
God’s Making A Wonder World
Them … Us … You … and Me …
Still Moving … To His Mystery !

           Now Dance ….

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' The Art Of Dancing ... ' (Part 1 of 2)

‘ The  Art  Of  Dancing… ’

Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why… Do I Love To Dance ? …
… it’s Rhythmic … it’s Ritual
The Body Is So Beautiful !

Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
If You’re Breathing – You Ain’t Still
Check Your Heartbeat and It Will …

Dance … Into A Fantasy
Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come and Do A Dance With Me

Dancing … is Good Exercise
Dancing … Adds A Spice to Life
Dancing … is A Natural High
You Can Do It … If You Try …

… Head, Shoulders, Legs, Feet
Get ‘em Moving to The Beat
Back, Arms, Hands, Hips
Shake, Stomp, Slide, Slip

Bend, Bop, Break, Bounce
Push, Pull, Prance, Pounce
Soul-Roll, Slow, Fast
Jump, Jiggle … All That Jazz !

Dancing … is A Form of Joy
Do It ! … Baby Girl and Boy
Keep The Music, Playing Please
Honey … Just Look At Your Knee !

When I Dance … I Come Alive !
Waltz, Cha-Cha, Swing, Jive
Circle, Square, Line, Freestyle
Tango, or Step – Side to Side

Innocent – Interaction
Expression – Satisfaction
Set-it-in Motion … You and I
… Aaw, Just Look At That Guy

Oh ! … I See You’re Moving Now !
… thought You Didn’t Know How ?
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! … He! He! He! …
You Dance ‘bout as Good as Me ! …

Supper-Club, or in My Room
At Your House … or Under The Moon
If I Hear A Real-Good Tune …
You Will Know, I’m Dancing Soon

… Dance … Into A Fantasy
         Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come Dancing Now … With The MoonBee

Posted for:  Jared Pickett, ‘Cause I Know
       He Loves To Dance… (Smile)


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creamy creations
i love this situation
cookies and cream
strawberries and dingalings

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boy you give me a rush,
boy just hush, hush
dont talk just touch, touch

I cant escape,
your warm embrace,
I cant stop this feelin,
your love runnin through my veins,

I cant explain,
what you do to me,
I cant contain,
the freak you bring outta me,

"boy you give me a"

boy you give me a rush
boy just hush, hush
dont talk just touch, touch
you give me a

feelin I never felt before
you give me a
chill that comes down my spine
you give me a
sugar rush
dont talk boy
just touch

you give me a
you give me a
you give me a 
sugar rush


boy you give me a rush
boy just hush, hush
dont talk just touch, touch

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My Bio

My name is Mr. Moore,
And I’m 5’2”.
If you’re a young a black male,
I care about you.
I am the father of two daughters,
And the husband of one.
I believe in running,
Until the race is done.
I appreciate music,
I appreciate it much.
I am a drummer,
With a distinct touch.
I enjoy the sound of a saxophone,
And if you mention Jesus Christ,
I play both drums,
And sax by ear.
I can play the rhythmic notes,
If they are near.
I like counting money,
Because I’m crazy about math.
I have a little "hooping" skills,
So don’t get in my path.
I had coached for five years,
Being champs of the final three.
Was put out at the buzzer,
The first two were defeats.
I had been with “The Academy”,
For eight years now.
“Tricks of the Trade”,
Was about showing young men how.
I am unique,
And like a little rhythm.
That is why I wrote,
“My Bio” to be a poem.

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merry christmax

bells are jingaling
carolers singaling
happy christmas songs
jack frost nippaling
at my nose
while i'm singaling
christmas songs

chestnuts roasting
turkey baking
dinner wont be too long
the tree is loaded
lots of toys
for the girls and boys...

bells are ringaling
carolers singaling
happy christmas songs
jack frost nippaling
at my nose
while i'm singaling
christmas songs

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My stupid nephew

(This is a fictional poem)

My nephew is as stupid as he can be.
I asked him to make me some pea soup and he made it out of pee.
When I told him about the Greek formula for Pie, he thought I was talking about 
While he worked at a CD store, a lady asked for KISS and he kissed her in front 
of her husband and my nephew got hurt.
When a customer asked for Ice T, he told him that they didn't have what he wants.
He told him if he wants ice tea, to go to a restaurant.
When the boss found out about this, he got pretty sore.
He kicked my nephew's ### and he doesn't work there anymore.
My sister told him to get her some C batteries and he tried to find some batteries 
in the sea.
This poor boy has the IQ of a tree.

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Beer Money, Wine Taste

If you could read my mind you'd know that I'd never talk
And if I could stretch a mile you'd know that I'd never walk
But I've got to get up to go to work to my nine to five
To keep the pace in this rat race I have to survive
But this minimum wage pay will never help me out Lord
So I need more cause I want more than I can afford

Cause all my friends are driving Benz's and wearing expensive clothes
With bigger houses and finer foods so this is my status in quo

I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
Can you see it in my eyes, its written on my face
Give me this, give me that and I don't want to wait
But I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
And uh~ beer money, and uh~ wine taste
Always make me wanna haste but that leads to waste
So I'm praying for some patience and little more grace
With my~ beer money and my~ wine taste         (Chorus)

But my money and my patience's short, the line is long 
And when things start looking right in life what's left is wrong
I need extra strength this and I need fast relief that
Someone call western union hurry cause I need some cash
To pay my debts and all my bills, I'm planning to buy a lot
Because I'm always wanting something that I just don't got

Cause all my friends are driving Benz's and wearing expensive clothes
With bigger houses and finer foods so this is my status in quo

I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
Can you see it in my eyes, its written on my face
Give me this, give me that and I don't want to wait
But I've got beer money, I've got wine taste
And uh~ beer money, and uh~ wine taste
Always make me wanna haste but that leads to waste
So I'm praying for some patience and little more grace
With my~ beer money and my~ wine taste         (Chorus)

I need designer hats and jeans,
A limousine on the scene
To keep up with the Jones;
I need some precious stones.
I want to be in the spotlight
In restaurants day and night
With the means to these ends nonstop;
I wanna be filthy rich so I can shop.


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Chez' Frederic - The Restauranteur

(Best if you try to do this to the tune of the "Beverly Hillbillies" TV show)

This was a story 'bout a man named Fred,

A had workin' man ... always kept his family fed.

Then one day he was cookin' up some food, 

When on like a light, an idea came thru...

FOODSERVICE - - - - - - - - - CUSTOMERS!

Well, the first thing you know ol' Fred's a restauranteur,

Folks all said ... "Fred, you'll make it for sure! 

But away from the city is where you oughta be",

So, he packed up his skillet and moved to the country.


He hopes you like the food that's cooked and served with elegance,

You can relax and enjoy it ... amidst the country ambiance.

Be sure to thank the folks who prepared it all for you...

With a round of applause for the serving staff too!!

"DINNER'S SERVED - - - - - - - - - - BON APPETITE"

Details | I do not know? | |

a innocent man

Listen to me,
                         See reality for what it be,at times a mans mind need to be set free
giving the fact,their's so much on his back,that's why a good woman is needed
to keep him on track, no matter how hard he fight, destiny don't seem to do him 
right,but still he keeps on hoping, praying, fighting to stay strong,if he's granted 
one wish, send him where he belongs, not to be exiled and left along, as God 
is my witness, I will move on, for what they charged me with is wrong,  
I offered my friendship not my home, woman hurt me in the past, but they all are 
gone, what is left is a innocent man who needs not to be alone.

Details | I do not know? | |

dancing diva

ps. this was for school i had to write it

Everything is silent
As soon as she walks in
Her eyes begin to twinkle
The boys they start to grin

She struts onto the dance floor
In her mini skirt and tube top
She feels everyone’s eyes watch her
As the lights begin to drop

Bam! Goes the music
Woo! Goes the crowd
The girl starts to dance
All of a sudden it’s no longer loud

Then the song skips 
The crowd begins to giggle
She gets off beat
Then her feet start to wiggle

Her face is bright as the sun
Then she stops to recompose
She motions at the DJ
Then she strikes a pose

The music starts up 
And she dances once again
She’s as elegant as a bird
That glides across the wind

She has regained her title
She is the queen of the dance floor
All the boys love her
She is the only one they adore

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The Duke Of Derring' Do

Man About Town… Richly – Renown
The Duke Of Derring – Do

Part Of His Fame… Debonair Dames
Saved From A Distress Or Two

Handsomest Face… Ladies Chase
All – Over The Place… For His Embrace

What’s A Gel’ To Do?...
For The Duke Of Derring’ – Do…

Chivalry And Gallantry
He Wears It, Like His Clothes

Right- On Cue… Tailored – New
All The Ladies Sigh… Oooh!...

What Do They Say… There’s A Day
A Maid May… Take His Breath Away!

… Take It As Your Due…
Duke Of Derring’ – Do!...

The   Duke…  Of…  D e r r i n g’ – Do!

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Blue Collar Blues

I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time, 
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are 
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the 
Blue Collar Blues.

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta

Details | I do not know? | |

Roll'in Dem Dare Stones...

Wilfredo, hey buddy, I was thinkin' more along the lines of,"Sympathy For the 
Deviled Eggs"!!!  Regards,tom

Details | Light Poetry | |

Pork Chop's Bleu's

Pork Chop sat at the table
Cornbread joined him too…
Waiting for Tee-Lee to pick Cecile,
So all could entertain with their muse…
Tee-Lee began to pick Cecile, 
Cornbread caught up with his muse ~
Pork Chop stood up on his heels…
All whirled in time to Cecile’s tunes;
And wailed to the Pork Chop bleu’s…

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imma triplethreat

ima triplethreat
im clamin the flame
and during ice age
i was the comet that came
))))HIT IT(((

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Not My Type

I come into this room,
people leave when I walk in.
Is it me or they just had to go? 
Who knows?
I’ve got Tupac in my ear, “I ain’t mad at ya!”
They one who stays acts as if I’m invisible, 
How dare I breathe his air?
“Dude, put your nose back down you’ll drown if it rains!”
I sit closer to you, make you uncomfortable?
I smile at you, you turn your head, check your watch,
check the door; get up and pace the floor.
Don’t worry your not my type.

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Bum Fights

I’m poor, you’re poor
I’ll fight you for your door
Your box, your shoes 
I’ll wish you many more
I’m poor you’re poor
There’s no exit from these doors 

What for, what for 
You unraveled on my floor
Adore your score
But your rash looks really sore

No more, no more 
You’re slacking on your chores
I’m poor, you’re poor
I need lotion for my pores 
Instead, I’ll fight you for your door
Your box, your shoes 
I’ll wish you many more 
I’m poor, you’re poor 
There’s no exit from these doors 

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The Great Conductor Takes a Bow

The Great Conductor Takes a Bow

By Elton Camp

Some people get far more credit than due
And, to them, unmerited honors accrue

An orchestra conductor is one of this ilk
Those who actually perform he does bilk

Really, about the conductor I don’t care
Likely, they’d as well if he wasn’t there

It seems when the music starts to play
He waves his hands in an erratic way

If he should have untamed, wild hair
The more that the audience will care

The music stops & his hands go down
To the audience he will then turn around

And proceeds, to clapping, to take a bow
As if he did the classic music somehow

An uncultured hillbilly I may well be
But he looks like a big phony to me

Details | Rhyme | |

Butt nothing

The flab getting clearer
old age coming nearer
My own piece of meat
too bad(she used to be so sweet)
is a butt of nothing(and that is really saying something)
Moby  @ick I am
Salt of the sea or just an unkempt man
Unsightly stomach sight
causes girls to react in fright
Melons from the sky
Bikini ladies make me cry
by making jokes:

"You no longer need to try"!
"We like younger types instead of you,UGLY GUY"
"He-men lead the way,their HARDBODIES blow us away"
"Please keep your dreams off and shut-
we don't like to look at fossil butt"

You get the gist of what they really MEAN
Slobby fogeys are dirty(SO UNCLEAN)
Man!I have become totally unfit
Smell the DIRTY BRITCHES and hold the stinking -HIT!
Maura wants ACTION
but,not an old man in TRACTION
Paula wants friend(instead of wrinkled men)

ain't that always the way?
This aging x'er 
is putting on his BEN GAY
The 90210 gang are ancient
It is the fact today
Ringo looks Better than Paul
THEY were young,hairy,and tall
then again..SO DID WE ALL!

Details | Lyric | |

swirve on

if you got tha nerve
to getcha dance on
report to tha flo
and getcha lean on
from the left to the right
getcha swirve on
getcha swirve on
getcha swirve on

if you got the nerve
to getcha dance on
report to tha flo
and getcha swirve on
from the left to the right
getcha lean on
getcha lean on
getcha lean on

Im on the flo
I get my swirve on
everybody in the club
getcha lean on
from the left to the right
getcha dance on
if you got the nerve
move ya feet and bring it on

getcha swirve on
getcha getcha
swirve on
getcha swirve on
getcha getcha
swirve on

move ya body on the flo
and get busy
keep movin ya feet
and get dizzy
straight butta
when i glide across the room
I swirve on
aint nuthin this smooth

getcha swirve on
getcha getcha
swirve on
getcha swirve on
getcha getcha
swirve on

swirvin impala
bass is bangin
on 22s' while my rims keep turning
i hit the blocks
while my car keep swirvin
i swirve on
everybody lookin

Details | I do not know? | |

Concert Band

The concert Band 
A work of reeds, air, and hands 
Reading sheet music isn’t easy
And our uniforms are anti-sleazy
All instruments must be in tune and time
Otherwise we sound like a broken chime

The flutes sound sweet and dainty – like a fairy 
A piccolo can go so high it’s scary
Our key of music is set in the key of C 
When we are in tune we sound so pretty

Clarinets are reeded 
When they squeak, earplugs are needed.
They play way too soft; you must strain to hear
And you have to be quite nearfor that my dear

Saxophones are loud, reeded, and sqeaky
Sometimes they can be quite spit leaky
Those sweaty neckstraps are almost like ties
You could wear it with a suit and look like one of those classy rich guys

Trumpets range in color - silver or gold
Their sound is quite bold
They have valves of three
And all the fingerings are quite easy

French Horns are very hard to play 
Tis hard to get the note you want to stay
You have to put your hand in the bell
The smell is totally not swell

Then the oboe and the bassoon. 
Oboe sound high and sqeaky, and the bassoon sounds like a loon
Both reeds are double and small
And they arent quiet at all

Percussion is the busiest part to every band
They dont use air or reed; they use thier hands
They keep the tempo for the most part of the time
All of the precussion instruments cost one thousand times a dime

Trombones are made of brass and a slide
If they're loud, your hearing is fried
Stand to close, you'll get hit
Ive heasrd that hurts quite a bit

Without the conductor. we wouldn't be a band
They can change tempo with a flick of a hand
They control everything; we bow to your wow
They tell us where to end and when to play now

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Ms Kitty

I got a hump on my back
like a kitty kat
I got fellaz askin
can they get on the track
favorit position is from the back
and dats dat
I walk like a kitty kat
and dont act like 
you dont want this body
I can make ya hot
I can get naughty
they call me sasha
cuz im very sassy
I brin new swag
cuz im very classy
I can spice it up
if you come to me
the heat of passion
give me compassion
I can take this heat
the right direction
letcha self go
give me sum effection
but then again
theres more to other men
I got women askin
can they get it in
they wanna wine and dine
they wanna gone get it in
we up in the club
while the lights flashing
I twork it out
while the fellas lookin
sit back and listen
when I pop that kat
I drop it low
fellaz diggin on that
I do it so well
I gotta make my ends
im tearin up the stage
fellas throwin benjamens
I got gents and ladies
they wanna get it in
I got fallz barkin
tom cats jumpin
ladies askin
can they get it in
I got a house on the beach
off the coast
In the mist of the night
Im always on the go
"Ms Kitty"

Details | I do not know? | |

Ricky Ricardo kicked my ___

(This is a fictional poem)

I built a time machine and I went back to 1952.
Ricky Ricardo kicked my ___ after he sang Babalu.
I told him that his song sounded like a big piece of crap.
He cussed me out in Spanish and gave me a good slap.
He started beating on me until I hit the floor.
That was over a month ago and I'm still sore.
I had never taken a beating like that before.
I'm not going to travel through time anymore.

Details | Lyric | |

piss poor of a man

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

i dont see
why you cant get it right
you come in-late at night
we start to-fuss and fight
youre not actin right

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

im the kind -
who speaks her mind
boy you wasting my time
i think you should leave
cuz you keep hurting me

plz dont testify
dont wanna here no lies
you can not change my mind
you wasting your time

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

i guess you cant 
get it right
you will never
get it right
all i asked of you
was to treat me right

you slept around
"back then"
you even slept
"with my friend"
youre trifflin
"to the end"
you and me
"never again"

you never payed a bill
never asked how i feel
you never payed attention
never take time to listen

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

you think
you got it like that
when in fact it's not like that
you need to step on back
listen to all these facts

you a sorry piss poor of a man
you been around the block
you even slept with my friend

Details | I do not know? | |


I expose the words 
that are within
by the flow of my pen 
my writing is not a sin
can you comprehend
where I've been
I'm just being me
This is how I feel free
from all the pain
and life's games
I need to
let IT OUT 
In the open
All of my commotion 
this is my daily notion
poetry is my devotion 

Details | I do not know? | |

a innocent man

Listen to me,
                         See reality for what it be,at times a mans mind need to be set free
giving the fact,their's so much on his back,that's why a good woman is needed
to keep him on track, no matter how hard he fight, destiny don't seem to do him 
right,but still he keeps on hoping, praying, fighting to stay strong,if he's granted 
one wish, send him where he belongs, not to be exiled and left along, as God 
is my witness, I will move on, for what they charged me with is wrong,  
I offered my friendship not my home, woman hurt me in the past, but they all are 
gone, what is left is a innocent man who needs not to be alone.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Best of Jazz

He hit the downbeat, found the blues,
Not to mention having no clues.
The jazz man could improvise and drag,
'Bad Penny Blues' an infamous rag. 

Slurring between riffs with such ease,
Trumpet proud he stood out from the sleaze.
Vamp chords repeated for our delight,
dissonance of students in bars each night. 

Jazz club hero Humph always will be,
Jam sessions when all tried to follow thee. 
And though no fun for your vetting,
His music alone was knicker-wetting! 

Details | Lyric | |


i feel you oozing out,
like a rollercoaser,
ima take you on a journey,
like a rollercoaster,
ima make you climax,
like a rollercoaster,
im not done yet,
this just begun

ima kiss and tease,
bring you down to your knees,
rub me, lick me,
you better aim to please

Details | I do not know? | |


The musical notes of a ballroom dance float through my ears, fading in and out.  I 
sway back and forth in sync with the motion of the sound waves as they put me 
back to sleep. But once again, I awaken; disturbed once more by the beautiful yet 
increasingly erratic symphony beside me. It fades to black and I'm conscious. I 
find myself lying in a de-saturated yet highly contrasted jungle, next to a spotted 
tiger and walking snake. The ominous auditory sensation manifests, more 
eccentric than ever.  Light emitting diodes filling digital spaces creep into view, 
four wide and each with seven sections.  Evil sideways cat eyes appear to 
separate the auroras in half, and create a satanic monster. The sporadic noise 
has become constant, and the satanic monster is becoming sharper.  Now 
knowing that I am fully conscious, I look up, noticing that it is in fact seven in the 
morning, and it is time for me to wake up...

Details | Free verse | |

Singing in the shower

I get up early in the morning
To take a bath, and as usual
I will train my voice, singing.

So, I turn on the tap 
And get into the shower;
The water is not hot, nor cold.

I mixed it in perfection; and 
It started slowly beating upon naked body,
Smoothly blending with my morning voice.

I sing a song, my own composition--- 
“All I Wanted To See”,
As I apply soap all over me.

After couples of minutes
Of self cleansing,
And I’m now into the final act.

I gather my strength, for the finale; bold
But as I took turn, my butt hit the knob to the right.
I ended the song, with a shivering; whaah….it’s too cold!

My breath’s gasping, and gasping;
But, wife did not even mind a thing,
For she thought it’s my normal sing.

Details | Burlesque | |

All I Want For Christmas is My Two Front Doors!

yes, all I want for Christmas
is my 2 front doors,
my 2 front doors,
my 2 front doors...

yeah, all I want for Christmas
is my 2 front doors
my 2 front doors...
to replace the ones
broken in once more!

Santa comes down the chimney
But theives come thru my door
Breakin' in again this week
To see what is left to take anymore..

All that they will find,
shards of wood...
and doorknob lying on the floor
just remnants of what
was once...
my sturdy old front door...

Details | Rhyme | |

Hee Haw

                                             Hee Haw

                                             Hee Haw

                                    Come join Buck and Roy 
                                for some picking and grinning 
                                             for us all

                                             Hee Haw

                                             Hee Haw

                                    Now look at Junior and Lula
                                        Giving a big salute
                                   from the corn fields so tall

                                            Hee Haw
                                            Hee Haw

                       There goes Granpa Jone and String Bean
                                 Slapping their chest and knees
                             To a banjo and a harmonica's call

                                            Hee Haw

                                            Hee Haw

                                 Let's listen to Jim and John
                                    Sernading to the gals
                               of Kornfield's lumber shaw

                                           Hee Haw

                                           Hee Haw

                         Now don't forget about Minnie Pearl
                            and her straw hat with tag
                    swinging in the breeze from a yodel caw

                                          Hee Haw

                                          Hee Haw

                     Well folks it's time to wrap up this salute 
                          for all those who gave it their all
                        from the wacked out show known as 

                                            Hee Haw

                                            Hee Haw

Tribute To 
The Cast And Crew Of
Hee Haw

Thanks For The Laughs

Buck Owens

Details | Ballad | |


Rabbit was my turtle who never won a race
Red is my fish but he's blue in the face
And I love my pets but they do no tricks
So I play all day and sleep at night with my sidekicks

My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!  My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!
Sometimes we stand on bricks, play swords with sticks
Sometimes we have tools for fixin', lollipops for lickin'
But when it's time quit and switch, they're still my fav clique
My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!  My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!   (Chorus)

Smokey is my cat and I love him too
Got a little kitty, named her Crystal blue
And another fish in a bowl I call Fins
But they do no tricks, so I play with my sidekicks again

I got Teddy and Roy and my bulldog Bully
And at bath time I get to dunk my pal Sully
Then there's Croc but is he an alligator
And Fishy is orange, before I see you later
I gotta tell ya Mr. Duck is now Mr. Quacks
But my favs of all time is Tang Tang and Scratch

And though they're stuffed animals~ they do all the tricks
Like my play friend Jerry- they're my sidekicks


A Song for my son Caleb at age 4

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Too Many Ears

           A line in a Dylan song once asked
      how many seas must a white dove sail
        before she sleeps at last in the sand;

             as a fisherman, I've never seen
          a bird like that snoring on the shore,
          not on a branch,  curling up on land;

               any pigeon dozing off like that
              must be a seagull or a pelican,
      something I've seen and can understand.

          he also asked how many ears must
         one man have just to hear people cry,
      with too many ears, Bob would rather die.

       well, he didn't know the answer himself,
             just taking folks for a singing ride,
      wise-cracking, earning bucks on the side;

         and when he declared that the answer,
        my friend, was there blowing in the wind,
          in confusion I just sighed and grinned!

Details | Couplet | |

Acoustic Wisdom

Under the shower’s soothing spray,
the lungs their vocal power display.

In front of an unforgiving microphone,
the voice sounds terribly out of tune. 

Next time you are tempted to croon,
do it in the shower, with a microphone! 

Details | Couplet | |

Changing Times

The Sixties are over 
the 90's are here 
Let's head out for an ice cold beer

The 90's are over
It's 2007
Listen once more to 
"Go to Heaven"

Details | Lyric | |

ay mamacita

ay mamacita
ay ay ay mamacita
ay mamacita
ay ay ay mamacita

ay mamacita
wats yo name
the way you walk
yo butt keep switchin lanes
im lovin yo smile
girl you actin fowl
the way you drop it low
down to the ground

i like your features
and the way you dance
i wanna know ya 
i wanna be ya man
we can take it slow
i can be ya friend
the pleasure is mine
just dont recline (hey)

ay mamacita
ay ay ay mamacita
ay mamacita
ay ay ay mamacita

i like the way you roll
burberry clothes
you look kinda young
sixteen years old
it dont matter
i wanna get together
heres my digits
you can call m later

after the club
you can come on over
we can sit and talk
all on my sofa
you gonna open the door
so i can greet ya
in the dark hole
where i can feed ya

ima slither on in
then take it out
ima push it back in
juice oozing out (oh)

ay mamacita
ay ay ay mamacita
ay mamacita
ay ay ay mamacita

Details | Lyric | |


its a dam shame 
to be this fine
the judge told me
I gotta do the time
so i went to the studio
to spit sum lines
I stayed up late
from 1 to 9
im not gay
I dont go that way
I dont mind being friends
but I dont go that way
I got fellaz shook
when i write hot hooks
im doin it big
I even wrote my own book

Details | Lyric | |

all about me

everywhere i go
its like im walking runways
all eyes be on me
like christ on sundays
i aint gotta pray no moe
god lives next doe
i sit so high
i thought i letcha knoe
i am "what" ur not
thats a sure shot
theres no takin myspace
this is no parking lot
ima tell ya right nie
theres no testin me
if  ya all in my face
ima press delete
i careless about ya crew
and you too
if dem bit-ches wanna play
i'll delete dem too
yeah i know you mad
that im so hot
that im negative number 1
on tha bill board spot
i aint gotta blaze
i dont have to haze
but ur heat is temporary like microwaves
u in this race
u jogged while i ran
and yes sirrrr, i got  fans in the klan
i heard a rapper say somethin
that was real real cleaver
that he was the best rapper alive
but bit-ch im tha best ever

Details | Light Poetry | |

Guitar In The Car

Sat. my son's friend
auditions with my band,
along with other string-men
I guess I'll see him then.

Details | I do not know? | |

swallow your pride

you life,
is so far ahead
but your strife
is now dead

you want,
now to step aside
but it haunts
to swallow your pride

let it be free
let it all see
that the truth is into the sea

you just reprise
that it may be unwise
this is somthing you dont want to be

so swallow your pride
just swallow your pride
and dont let it hurt inside

let your pain go 
let it go slow 
and then you just wont know

now give it a try.......Swallow your pride!!!

Details | Ballad | |

Big Bad Mama

I'm the woman behind the man behind the wheel
Let's Giddy -Up-Go My phantom 309
Give me forty acres Eighteen wheels And a dozen roses
For this is a trucker's last ride Eastbound Westbound
Let's start us a Convoy I know there's a love story
in the making under the bright Kansas City lights
Roll on Big Mama This is your Teddy Bear from
the old home filler up and keep Cafe 
Just put the hammer down and 
let's see how fast them a trucks can a go
For Mama knows the highway And the girl
on the billboard too Rolling past on a trucking cafe
With my big wheels in the moonlight Rolling me
away from you For I'm a truck driving Mama
Looking for someone else I once knew

                           { Over and I'm Goneeee }    LOL

Tribute To
Our Truckers
Of The Roads

Also a song 
again working on  lol

Details | Lyric | |

i only wanna

i only wanna go to popeyes
i like to eat the biscuit and fries
and the chicken so spi-ccccy, or mild,
so spi-ccccy, or mild

Details | Lyric | |

its on

its on
and you know its on
we got it goin on
aint nobody goin home
its on
and you know its on
i got the club bumpin
everybody groovin

i doodle like a rooster
glide like a bird
when i walk
i make tunes ya neva herd

its on
and you know its on
we got it goin on
aint nobody goin home
its on
and you know its on
i got the club bumpin
everybody groovin

im on tha dam stage
tearin up tha mic
spittin hot ryhms
like Tina and Ike

i got money on my mind
its time to go
to the next hot spot
makin that doe
its a bird
its a plane
yea its me pha sho
flyin to the next club
to do a show

Oh no
i see this girl maxcine
she have a big booty
i never seen
from the left to right
i see the fellaz eyez gleem
she can recruit her own 
football team

I do tha lean
everybody scream
when the beat kicks in
everybody scream
from the left to the right
everybody lean
everybody scream

its on
and you know its on
we got it goin on
aint nobody going home
its on
and you know its on
i got the club bumpin
everybody groovin

people overseas
singing my song
I even got it on my ringtone

its on
its on
its on, its on

its on
its on
its on, its on

its on
its on
its on, its on

yeah, you know we got it goin on

Details | Senryu | |

Days of Our Lives (Senryu)

On their wedding day
“The Days of Our Lives” was played
Congregation laughed

© Joseph, 9/20/07
© All Rights Reserved

I wrote this while attending a wedding.  This is serious! lol!  The traditional or 
classic Japanese senryu format has three lines:  the first has 
five syllables, second has seven syllables and the third five syllables.  The 
pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The senryu is generally about 
an emotional expression.

Details | Lyric | |

cant stop now

on dubs, on my way, to the club
cadillackin all the fellaz showin lov
ice tea in the lac
yeah im drinking that
all my girls in the back
yeah they looking phat

walk up in the club
lookin real fly
smoke scene
i walk through
i caught ya eye

ice cream
yeah they know i have nice things
bam boom
bada bing
i make ya eyes gleem

no we wont stop
no we wont stop
we can not stop
we can not
"hell no"
repeat 5x:

we up in the club
where i do my damn thang
playing the cuts
dj playin the bang
fellas on the side
i make ya get a high
got a taste of my love
without stickin inside

instrumental break:

no we wont stop
no we wont stop
we can not stop
we can not
"hell no"

on the flo
you like the way i twork that
when in fact
you not gon get to hit that

its like a dice
cuz you shakin all in yo pants
dont raise yo hands
cuz im not gon letcha stick it in

got it lock in the club
where its gettin hot
we at the best of the best
we at the hot spot

Details | Lyric | |

relax your mind

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

boy im feelin you
im hungry for you
if you do it right
a sista, might cook for you

plz dont say a word
im takin over (yeah) "word"
ima take it slow
up and down
i grind real slow

you climbing up the stairs
until ive reached my peak
you plugged real deep
then you erupted me

creme filin, oozin
my mind im, losin
i like the way you take control
this feelin-taken over me

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we can do it all night

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

Details | Lyric | |

get wild

get wild
get down
all the ladies drop it down to the ground
get wild 
get loose
all the ladies shake yo kaboos

now step to the flo
and do the tootsie roll
drop it low
and bend ya back on the pole

now turn off the lights
naw turn them back on
i see a fine dizzle
with a tight dress on
close the door and report to th floor
close your eyes, ima dance between
ya thighs
makin it hot,doin what ya heart desire
makin it hot,makin it hot like fire

lets mingle
are you single
if you are
lets make a hit jingle

get wild
get down
all the ladies drop it down to the ground
get wild
get loose
all the ladies shake yo kaboos

when the beat kicks in
everybody scream
get wild, get loose
everybody scream

Details | Lyric | |

kiss my wowsers

chauvinistic piglet
you and your niglets
can try it for free, 
my butt cheeks,
you can kiss it
im not finish
no thats not it
ima let them know
you aint about shhh
44 years of age
and still dont have shhh
get yo life together
before i call you mr it
lick between my cracks
and swollow my shhh 

Details | I do not know? | |

Me myself and I

   I've got me myself and I and there ain't no denying that when it comes to me I will 
never lie to myself. I will never make fun of my flaws and I will never spread rumors on 
myself because I know that I would never disappoint myself all I have is me myself and I. 
When I close my eyes at night I can hug myself because I don't need anyone else but me 
and family to make myself happy. I will never deceive myself, I will never flat leave 
myself. I would never deliberately hurt myself or pretend that I was being real to myself 
when I wasn't. I can always know that when I criticize myself that I am being true to my 
soul, body and mind. In the end all I have is me to strive for my goals and not let 
anyone get in the way of it. All I need is me myself and I, I don't need anyone else's 
harsh words to make me cry. I will have my own inside jokes that only I know. As I turned 
around and saw a girl staring back at me, She was everything I was looking for in a best 
friend. She had all the same interests and all the same styles, she understood me and 
never made fun of me and when I realized that it was me looking in the mirror a tear 
swept down my eye.

Details | Lyric | |


it's still a mystery
unsolved-thats me
triplethreat-thats me
no one cant compete
knockin down doors
you bowin down to my feet
im not gon stop
and i dare u hattas knock me
cause when i fall
you'll be still be lookin up to me

Details | I do not know? | |

Apology To Martha

Martha, my dear,
	I’m a loser. Everybody’s trying to be my baby. Help! Every little thing, in 
my life, tomorrow never knows. Tell me what you see. Don’t pass me by. It’s all 
too much. All you need is love. I want you. Come together, let it be. Oh! Darling, 
Here comes the sun. I want to tell you, here, there and everywhere, if I needed 
someone, I need you.

From me to you,
Mr Moonlight

(All Beatles Titles)

Details | I do not know? | |


I just bought a record player but it won't play my seventy-eights.
It only plays thirty-threes and forty fives and that's something I hate.
I have over a hundred seventy-eights with some terrific singers.
But to be able to play them, I have to spin the wheel really fast with my finger.
My hand is getting tired and this sure does aggravate.
I want a record player that will play my damn seventy-eights.

Details | I do not know? | |

What's real

   Here I am sitting waiting for a prince charming that is hardly galloping, I must watch 
too many fantasies, I must read too many romances because in the real world nothing is 
like you want it to be. Everything is forced. Your pressured to find someone quick, 
That's not what love means to me. I see everyone falling in love and I wonder about 
myself. What's a girl like me doing alone? Maybe it's because my head is in too many 
clouds to breath. Even when a guy tries to approach me I knock him off his pedestal. I am 
perhaps just a little too mighty and yes I guess I have an ego on me but that's doesn't 
mean i'm not approachable. I will weaken to my knees when the right guy comes along. 
Tears drop down my face as I dream about the one I loved. So far away from me now that I 
can't feel him so I just let him go. Now i'm searching for someone just like him, Isn't 
it funny how the heart can be retarded. Your head is telling you no just forget it and 
your heart is beating messing things up causing you to lose it. But these feelings are 
real, my heart craving attention so much that I have no choice but to believe in silly 
romances. I have yet to feel that heart beating moment that makes my eyes water. But 
that's real and not a fairytale and as I close my eyes I know he's out there.

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Pot and Kettle

     “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips,”
                  the Righteous Brothers self-righteously chirp.

                            How did the brothers even know
                              that their girls' eyes were open
                                unless theirs were open too
                                 during that aborted scene?
                            ‘You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling’ 
                                 nice tune but crazy wording,
                             Cynthia Mann and Phil Spector!
                                           Pot and Kettle 
                                           is a better title,
                                           says Don Cool.