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Details | Lyric |

New Deal

New Deal

Black Tuesday
     October 1929
     Vanishing wealth; stocks decline

Great Dust Bowl
     Windstorms and drought, top soil gone
     Breadbasket empty; nature’s con

     He’s the man, New Deal imposed
     Opportunities renewed; hopes rose

New Deal Reigns
     Work offered by the CCC
     Saves the lost American dream

Recession Echo
     The winter plunge 2009
     Who will save our dreams this time?

Reality Knocks
     Frustration with Congress, current events
     November elections a time to vent

New Deal Needed
     Americans looking for leadership
     Power from sheep about to be stripped

*For Constance, a Rambling Poet’s “Create your own form, maybe?” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
I work frequently in this form that I choose to call “Headline Couplets.”  It includes a 
headline followed by rhyming couplets that address the concept, person or event in 
the first line of three-line verses.  Probably inspired by my years as a journalist.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |


Sung to the melody of when I’m 64 by The Beatles Gotta keep working an extra few years (Not like years ago) Governments are screwing us for every dime I can’t afford a bottle of wine Hip's been replaced Yes I’m getting old I’m too old to twerk But I’m so needy and my pension won’t feed me But I’m ninety four! Written after being inspired by ‘Stupid People’ poem by SillyBilly theKidster https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/stupid_people_900910 05~16~17 Now That I'm 64 by SillyBilly the Kidster I gotta keep working an extra few years, not like years before. Government is screwing me for every dime, I can’t afford a bottle of wine. Hip's been replaced, yes I’m getting old. I Can't Work Any More, but I'm still needy, social security won't feed me, now that I'm 64. 05~17~17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

My Rodeo Cowboy

papa said 
son what you going to do 
with your life

now that you have 
no money job 
or wife

he said papa
I'm going to 
leave this town

think I'll
join up with the rodeo 
and break them bulls down 

Maybe even rope
me a stallion or
even a clown

Son you better
take another 
look around

for theres no money
for bull riders
thrown to the ground

or being stepped on
by a horse or bull
weighing over eight hundred pounds

Papa I promise 
Ill make you proud
of your rodeo cowboy when I'm done

And promise 
not to be thrown or bucked off
to the ground

So papa please come
visit when our show's
in town

for I'll be 
the one riding high on 
the biggest bull that's found

hanging on for just 
eight seconds while I'm
listening for that bells sound

just kicking those sides
of horses and bulls
jumping up and down

with coming out your
top rodeo champion and
bull rider found

Tribute To
The Rodeo Cowboys 
and Cowgirls

Hang Tough

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ballad |

Leave the Ninety-nine

We must leave the ninety-nine
To go search and find
The one lost sheep
Wand'ring far behind
We must leave the ninety-nine
To go search and find
The one lost sheep-
Left behind  (Chorus)

Just suppose one of you has a hundred sheep
Then loses one of them and begins to weep
Would you not leave the ninety and nine
And go after the one on your heart and mind
And when it's found you would hold it closer
And carry it home upon your shoulders
Then call all your neighbors and gather all your friends
Celebrating your sheep that's back in the fold again

Likewise there's more rejoicing
In Heaven up above
Over one lost soul who will repent
Than for the ninety-nine
Who are already found
To be righteous and so obedient  (So..)


Now suppose one of you has ten silver coins
But then loses one of them from your collection
Would you not light the house and sweep the floors
Searching very carefully for what is yours 
Would you not put away the other precious nine 
And look in every corner until the lost one you'd find
Then call all your neighbors and gather all your friends
Celebrating you have your coin in your hand again



But don't forsake the congregation
And now's the time for visitation
To lead the lost ones to salvation
With God's angels in celebration


Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound

Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound on my drumes i like to pound. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i think it has a very cool sound. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i would love to here it going around. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound don't let it turn your smile into a frown. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound here there where ever i am found in the sky or on the ground. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i am so glad JESUS CHRIST  i have found. Bubba bubba bound Bubba bound and heaven someday i am bound. 
Buba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound.

Copyright © craig schaber | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

An Oxymoron

Constructive criticism,
A term oft misused.

In enhancing another's,
Daily performance.

Be politically correct,
and leave less abused.

Positive feedback,
Encourages conformance.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

My Boss And I

When I take a long time,I am slow,
When my boss takes a long time he is thorough.
When I don't do it I'm lazy,
When my boss doesn't do it he's busy.
When I do something without being told I'm trying to be smart,
When my boss does the same,that is initiative.
When I please my boss I'm apple-polishing,
When my boss pleases his boss,he's co-operating.
When I do good,my boss never remembers,
When I do wrong, he never FORGETS!!

Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |

Rome Wasn't Built In A Day On CD

She wanted a great big brand new house, among brand new other things,
and just to marry and be my spouse, she wanted great big diamond rings,
So I knew what she was about, when she wanted so much bling,
it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out, money was her thing.....

But you can't squeeze blood from a turnip, my ol' daddy use to say,
don't build bridges that burn up son, you'll need them again someday,
You're never too old to keep learnin', work hard to pay your way,
Keep a job and keep on earnin' son, ya know, Rome wasn't built in a day...

Well, she just wasn't the one for me, so she went on down the road,
and as far as I could see, she could carry her own dang load,
Yes, I'm so glad she's free, and she left my humble abode,
because she inspired this song to be, another one seeking gold,

But you can't squeeze blood from a turnip, my ol' daddy use to say,
don't build bridges that burn up son, you'll need them again someday,
You're never too old to keep learnin', work hard to pay your way,
Keep a job and keep on earnin' son, ya know, Rome wasn't built in a day.

On CD from Nashville...call 502-290-7524...if no answer...please leave message..thanks!

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

Enjoy Yourself

You work and work for years and years. You're always on the go. 
You never take a minute off, you're too busy makin' dough. 
Some day, you say, you'll have your fun when you're a millionaire. 
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink. 
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams your ravishing brunette 
has left you now and she's become somebody else's pet. 
Lay down that gun, don't try my friend to reach the great beyond. 
You'll have more fun by reaching for a red-head or a blonde, 
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink. 
The years go by as quickly as you wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
You love somebody very much, you'd like to set the date, 
but money doesn't grow on trees so you decide to wait. 
You're so afraid that you will bite off more than you can chew. 
Don't be afraid, you won't have teeth when you reach ninety two, 
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink 
The years go by as quickly as you wink, 
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You never visit nightclubs so you never get a dance.
You don't have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack,
but when you kiss a dollar bill it doesn't kiss you back,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy Yourself! It's later than you think.

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Idyll (Idyl) |

Beethoven Opus 133---poetically

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

May Life Bless You

May life bless you with real freedom, 
Keep enjoyment as your place, 
May you find your own confidence, 
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded, 
By real love in your eyes.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May you receive more than you give, 
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,   
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May you always uphold justice, 
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests, 
And its unsettled times sometimes; 
May you do what’s right no problem, 
Not questioning the strain, 
Nor grumbling about the consequences, 
Of morality’s devoted love train. 

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes. 

May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered; 
May you testify to fact and truth, 
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology, 
To dictatorial governments overthrow. 

May life be all.... 

May you respect others in esteem, 
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand, 
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours, 
Which ramify the other unstudied, 
By embracing love and laughter, 
As whispers of grace embodied. 

May life be all... 

May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories, 
That history upon which you cannot glance; 
May you always speak your mind, 
To make rationality your guide, 
And in dignity confide and correct, 
To let the delinquent within you abide. 

May life be all... 

May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted, 
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution, 
And may you prevail generally as a good person, 
Bringing light where there’s intrusion. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker

I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her

Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution

She's my problem solver, always got a solution

Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed

Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead

Me and her have intercourse, love to bust

A wonderful relationship, filled with trust

I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut

Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up

Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds

Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds

Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline

Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine

Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate

The real from the fake, hope you can relate

Backstabbing fools, smile in your face

That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist

Mess around, make me catch a big case

Gotta' get away, try and make some space

Hopping on planes, to get away from lames

'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game

Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life

They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife

They done made me mad, go grab my tools

For my craft, time to put work on these fools

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

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")

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

In His Arms

In his arms

In His Arms you bury your head into his chest and release tears of anguish fury and disbelief.
Gently he caresses your back and says those four little words you were longing to hear. Not "Everything will be alright" But "I'll make everything better" and at that moment a ton of burden is lifted from your chest and into his hands, but to him feel as light as a feather. Trust is elevated and at most high because hearing those words from his honey thick voice makes it ooze from his skin. Unknowingly you find out not only does he sympathize but he empathizes because once in his life not only has he felt the same way, but you'd once said those same words and lifted a similar burden from his body reassuring you of his motives of loving you.

His arms wear scars from childhood, hard work and labor, to him they're not appealing, to you they're a work of art. It should be part of the suffix ology because you've study every detail of his skin, down to the six beauty marks and a tiny recent cut on his left leg right below his knee.

Those arms scream protection when they're around you. Not just physical protection but protection from what the world thinks of you. In those arms there's no judgment, in those arms there's no need to be perfect, contradicting his kind hold on you, in his arms you are liberated.

Just longing to be in his arms


Copyright © Amber Tharpe | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epic |


Everything goes flying
In the room!!
Units multiplying
Let me zoom
In on the carnage caused
From blown up pieces
Tossed abroad
Now it ceases

How powerful the wrecking crew
Imagining it's all about you
Now lessen your anger justly so
Make sure you're never left below

The Dynamite!

Copyright © Andrew Hart | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Work for it

Back to school
Not gonna mess around, act like a fool
Can't hit rewind 
Can't turn back time
So. Lets go

Start the first day on the right foot
Stop talking about XBOX and hit the books
There's no way I'm gonna fail
Man, that F turns me pail
Aiming for that A
Might not be there now,
but gonna get it the next day 

When was that mentioned?
Can I do my work there?
I aint falling behind this year

Mock week!
Time to prove that I've
been revising like a freak
Hit that pen with paper
Not a second later
There's no maybe or might
Worked for that A day and night

Results day!
Wonder what that
envelop is gonna say

Main course down
Time for desert 
If I see an F, thats gonna hurt

ICT and RE
The only grades I see
is those A's I deserve

History and Geography
Wonder what it's gonna be
AB or BA

Now I'm fully charged
and ready to go

Whats Product Design gonna show?
Looks like I've jumped over the bar
Forget the sky being the limit
I'm on the moon
Now I can tackle the world with a BOOM!

For those who worked for it

Copyright © Mohammed Azim | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.

Copyright © Doina Postolachi | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

I Can't Say It Without You

I was your never ending composer
We spent many a nights, and many an hour together
But now you’re lost inside
And I can’t find my way, again.

( chorus )
Cause I can’t say it without you		
It hurts to be without the feeling		
Never knowing when it will return		
But I know that you would stay with me	
If you came back, again some day		
But till then I’ll wait till you appear.	

I really miss the way you make me feel
People said we were meant to be together
Why’d you leave me so unexpectedly
I hope you come back soon.

( Chorus )

It’s been two months since I’ve written you
All I’ve got to show is crumpled bits of paper
The passion and creativity is now gone
So come back home so I can work it out.	

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Almaz Made The Flowers Arrange-

As I did gaze upon her for the first time as she labored in small shop in what appeared to be 
a hole in a wall that open into this place where she did work all day. Almaz was an Ethiopian 
beauty with gorges reddish color hair which was filled with big curly locks that seem to flow 
into an endless chasm of never ending twist and turns, with a smile that seem to light up that 
tiny little room. A rare beauty was she to behold, elegant yet graceful and humble in her 
soul…as I did watch her as she did strategically place each flower by hand one by one and 
with each gentile twist or turn of her soft golden tone skin colored hands until a work of art 
was form inside of each vase that they did adorn.  

Sometimes the vases were made of glass or maybe of some type of fine cultivated stone …
but each one that was made to become a work of art made to express someone else’s 
declared love or concern for a love of family member or even the lost of an unrequited love 
and she did do her best to express their thoughts with the arrangement made from the heart. 
With her beautiful brown eye’s that seem to tell a story of a pain and a deep love for her 
family… that she displayed with each piece of work that she did make. With each day of hard 
work in this small shop where she toiled all day in her endless attempt to repay her family 
for a debt that she so desperately wanted to repay…for it was the love of her father that had 
brought Almaz the flower arranger to this place. 

So many people do take the love of their family for granted, but… no not this lady…no not 
this lady…no not her ever, not even for a second in a day. Almaz made the flowers arrange 
all day, all for a debt of love that she wanted to repay. Little did she know that it was already 
repaid in full… with a father’s silent pray of love to see his daughter in a place where her 
dreams could blossom in the promise land, were no Kings are crowned or Queens ruled, but 
in this place of commoners were freedom was born to rule. Were even the poorest of men 
could rise to the highest office in the land. Truly your father has completed his arrangement 
in the vase with the most beautiful flower that he could find to place it in for the whole world 
to see, Almaz you are that flower that completes his arrangement.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

Quit My Job, Smashed My Car

Quit my job, smashed my car
My back does throb, need to learn guitar

So I can make, a silly song
And I can sing, it all day long
About how, my God is strong
So that even now, nothing’s wrong

Even though, I quit my job
smashed my car, my back does throb

Life is hard, but I’ve got God
So I won’t let any thought
Any worry or fear
Convince me you’re not near

Even when, I quit my job,
Smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I won’t sob
I need to learn guitar

Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Until My Ticker Expires

Work seven till five - to stay off the street.

When I do overtime  - come home dead on my feet.

Seems month after month - can afford less to eat.

When they raise my rent -  could be out on the street.


My car’s fairly new;  got a decent TV.

My home has a view.  The bank owns them, not me.

I went back to school, got another degree.

Still work like a fool - cause of the ‘conomy.


Ain’t yet had a raise - since the day I was hired.

Each check buys me less.  Cost-of-living gets higher.

My one biggest fear’s - that I’ll never retire.

I’ll be working somewhere - ‘til my ticker expires.

Ain’t yet had a raise. Come home dead on my feet.

Each check buys me less - Can afford less to eat.

My one biggest fear,  since the day I was hired:

I’ll be doin’ overtime  - until my ticker expires.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |


Findings of friends in this hot soup
Steamy weather, a pigeons coop
Lean on my eyeballs
Ill SEE What I can do?
before the sky Falls in on YOU

Copyright © Heydon Bunting | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |

What a TV Show - Parody of "We Can Work it Out"

I've recorded the song, which you can hear here:

I did vocals and guitar - Sung to the tune of "We Can Work it Out" 

What a TV Show

American Idol
There’s so many loonies seeking fortune 
and fame
But I’m suicidal
Paula Abdul’s gone and Ellen’s just not the same

What a tv show!
What a tv show!

Some of them have talent
Many more are fruitcakes who love to screech 
and howl
Oh so brave and gallant
‘Til they’re subjected to the snide remarks of 
Simon Cowell

What a tv show!
What a tv show!

For every Clay Aiken, 10,000 Sanjayas
Are making an awful sound
You’re much mistaken if your burning desire’s
To hear Larry sing “Pants on the Ground”

Can I find a reason
To withstand my co-workers gentle rebukes 
Yet every season
I tune in for more zany crazy tone deaf kooks

What a tv show!
What a tv show!

For every Fantasia, 10,000 William Hungs
Eagerly wait in the wings
They’ll amaze ya, these delusional throngs
Tell me why do we enjoy such things? 

American Idol
There’s a bunch of loonies seeking fortune 
and fame
Think I need a Midol
Good or bad, next year we won’t remember their names

What a tv show!
What a tv show!

For John Heck's "Beatlemania" Contest - The Beatles "We Can Work it Out"

Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |

The Candyman

You say it’s hella dope to meet me
And all I have to say
It’s hella dope to meet you too
And you’re getting hella dope today

No, this won’t be memorable
Of this you can be sure
If your disease is reality
Then I’ve got the cure

'Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
The most educated bartender in all of this land
The Candyman, the Candyman
Knocking you out with a wave of my hand

It’s all about context, 
That’s my feeling
It’s all about context, 
And my context is healing

It’s all about context
And if it isn’t 
All about context
I’ll be in prison

‘Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
getting your kids just as blotto as I can
the Candyman, the Candyman
Packin’ the highest grade dope in all the land

Yes, ma’am, I’m sure 
That gas smells bad
But you know, ma’am, 
It’ll make him glad

Yes ma’am I hear
That syrup tastes bad
But if I knew that for sure
I’d be an unemployed dad

Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
Gassing your kids just as fast as I can
The Candyman, the Candyman
And if I weren’t a doc I’d be living in a windowless van…

© By Author
For Contest: That Colorful Drug
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Christmas - It's Just Another Day For Me


It's just another day
Another day for me

I won't get any presents
I won't sit beside a lighted tree

It's just another day
Another day to try and survive

Another day to try and find food to eat
Another day to try and stay alive

It always seems to be just another day
Another day to try and do my best

Another day to hug my children
Another day to pray to God to help me rest

Christmas is just another day...
Just as previous years have come before

Another day to sit and wonder
Where I'll be, when I don't have a house anymore

It's just another day to think about
Where and when things went all wrong

To wonder if all of our elected politicians
Care to see what is really going on

I am just an average American
who has always been just fine

But without a job to go too
I've fallen below the poverty line

I don't want to be here
I don't want to lose everything I own

I want to be able to afford the Internet
I want to be able to have a phone

I want to be able to have a car to drive
I want to able to go to work

I want my children to be safe and warm
I want to have some money in my purse

I am sick and tired of all of my days
Being unproductive and the same

I am sick of sleeping hungry and cold
I am sick of not knowing where I am going to stay

I am sick of my life being on hold
I don't want to have to live this way

So Christmas is just another day...
Another day for me to see

All the things that I am missing
Another year my children won't have a tree

But another day to love my children
The bright spots in my life

Another day to go to church and pray
for those who are living just like me
Those who are still living
Daily with my strife.

(December 23,  2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) 

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |

The Busy Bees Life

The busy bee carried the nector
From one flower to another
Moved her exhausted wings, struggled like Hector
She fall, but she shall die but not serve the Queen mother

But today was so bizarre
She was the only one working hard
She saw a bee sitting on a flower smoking a cigar
And a servant bee, in a Jaguar car

"What is going on?" she said
Many questions were in her head
When she returned home, all bees were in bed
"Oh, no one is working" she said

Bees were not eating honey but bread
"I am going to tell the Queen" she said
She went to the Queen's room, with a heavy head
"Oh" the Queen was with a servant bee in bed

"What do you want , you idiot bee?"
"Busy bees I can no longer see"
"Are you dump? Today is free"
"A vocation, can't you see?"

The bee woke up with a heavy head
"Oh, what a nightmare" she sadly said

Copyright © Ahmad Magdy | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |

Theres So Much To Do In So Little Time

There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
 It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate

Coming home after a hard day’s work
Not even time to change my dirty ole shirt
Sat down for dinner kids running around
Watching my program fell asleep somehow

Time for a bath and a quick one at that
Feeling so tired will you wash my back
 I can’t do that getting kids off to bed
You know I’ve got a busy day planed ahead

There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
 It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate

Damn it tomorrow I must fix that car
Been playing up won’t get us very far 
Due to go on holiday at end of this week
Not even packed not even ready

There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
 It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate

Must try to learn to take it in my stride
Been rushing around and I feel so tired
Can’t even get to my work place on time
The traffic so heavy makes me so wild

There’s so much to do in so little time
Only just begun to start to realise
 It might even be a little too late
May have already sealed my own fate

© Copyright KC.Leake
4th June 2015
All Rights Reserved

Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	

Copyright © Anashe Bartonia | Year Posted 2012