Dancing with the stars
Some swirl
Toes curl
Once upon a time, dancing
Hully
Gully
Also, dancing
The twist
Get gist
Size matter in some dances
The bump
Big rump
Now adays
Hip hop
Don't flop
After Darth Vader danced with Ella, she became Mrs.
Ella
Vader
Fielschgenuss erster Gute
They spoke of her as a bedswerver
words that only made it more difficult to
understand why I had become privy
to these conversation.
The Harrows and Quick Hitches were
new and unused. The flail mower
and adapters were put into a postion
so you could see they were in constant use.
the new tractor he painted "lecherwite"
on the door
mats that were custom " Chuck and Duck"
were on the floor. a plum colored pillow with
beautiful embroidered stitches, had a dark
pinkish message talking about his Missus.
" Cuckquean" the stitches spoke a
fluffy pillowy seat. Sweet yeasty rolls
filled with delicious meat.
Back to inventory a label for
the hydrylic mulcher
people are something
now adays seems they lack culture
Only a fool could understand
silly things silly people say
I sprayed some pest be gone
to keep the pest away.
I smiled and asked the Fellow
what did condonation mean
he said if your wife were on yourside
you be on the losing team.
The handle of the hoe to replace
the broken one.
When my wife comes over here
don't laugh when I call her"Hun"!
Wriitten By
Bocal, LongJoint and Keys
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU DO
WHEN YOU AINT GOT TO LOSE
AND YOUR PLANS DONT FOLLOW THRU
EVERYONE GOT THEY BACK ON YOU
AND NOW ITS YOU AGAINST WHO
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU DO
THE ONES THOUGHT HAD YOUR BACK
BE THE FIIRST THO THROW SHADE
NOW ADAYS ITS HARD TO FIND
THE REAL FROM THE FAKES
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU DO
WHATEVER YOU DO YOU DONT
BREAK AND FALL WEAK
YOU GOT ON YOUR MIND
BUT IN TIME YOU WILL FIND
JUST PUT IN A RHYME
AND LET THE MUSIC SPEAK
LET THE MUSIC SPEAK
TURN YOU PAIN INTO A BEAT
AND YOUR SCARS INTO YOUR BARS
IS WHAT YOU DO IS WHAT YOU DO
GOT ON YOUR MIND BUT IN TIME YOU FIND
JUST PUT IT IN A RHYME AND LET THE MUSIC SPEAK
LET THE MUSIC SPEAK TURN YOUR PAIN INTO A BEAT AND YOUR SCARS INTO YOUR BARS
IS WHAT YOU DO IS WHAT YOU DO
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU
WHAT DO YOU DO WHAT DO YOU DO
LoVe and passion
LoVe two hearts entwined
LoVe now adays out of fashion
LoVe can too be blind
LoVe the ultimate high
LoVe for which we all yearn
LoVe you can never buy
LoVe like respect you earn
LoVe that is unconditional
LoVe like the marriage vows
LoVe that is though mutal
LoVe here no kiss and tells
LoVe takes on many a form
LoVe a feeling of self worth
LoVe from the day your born
LoVe no greater force on earth
Already on here back in 2012 just like poems time,space,moon, stars changed
Couple of lines tweeked a little insperation l guess curent times
I always thought of you each day,
Never missed a one.
Each time it changed,
Varied as the years passed.
Every day I still think of you.
Rainy late nights could be the saddest.
My eyes would tear at what they missed.
Etched in my memory my mistakes.
Aware of time.
Now adays I wonder earlier in the day,
These thoughts are still of family.
They range the range of life,
Of beginnings of seeds long planted,
How have they ripened ?
Upshots in mind
Relaxed in logic,
Tempered for tomorrow.
Yesterday was no different,
Only more recent.,
Until todays thought.
you can
make a stand
get a better hands
stop walking
in adays
CHANGE YOUR WAYS
i feel that i pollute these lines
by sharing them in words
if thoughts could be transferred to minds
my soul would fly like birds
too often now adays i see
pervertion of this craft
not in the world of poetry
but in our daily draft
we often listen to the speech
of people set on lies
and many times they tend to preach
with words of any size
but what, i ask, is it they mean?
they're truely to inform?
when most of what ive heard and seen
keeps peons as the norm
i wish for days of truth and light
but those seem far away
so every morn i learn and fight
to make a better day
i know that some will read this write
and think i sound obserd
just listen hard when speak polite
in every single word
i like to think that my words come out of my mouth
spilling everywhere
filling the room
through everyones mind
captivating every breath
talk freely without critisism
but i have relized these words
these thoughts
these wishes
only come from my mind
and they die outloud
all that comes out now adays is
displeasing news
ugly words
fake laughs and feelings
and the stupidest of mistakes
the fumbling, the mumbling, and the regretable mishaps
i guess, its just not my thing to talk.
I want to go down in history as a humanitarian like Quincy Jones,
so I'm going to listen to
what he said and, if it rains I'm going to get wet,
also If I want an A, can't be scared to get a F,
so if I dream,
then strive,
I can get it,
I'm going to stay young hearted like frank said,
best way to live in now adays time, because we're living in scary days,
but we have to be broader then Broadway like levy said, and I can, like Obama said,
because I got to dream like Mr King, and I will not move like Mrs Park,
I know I haven't got the best grammar, but to me it really doesn't matter, I'm dyslexic and I
know this, but if i still write down want I was
thinking,
I can always fix it, but my thoughts was not just loss to the moment, but more like
documented in time.
Tallan J Bent 23:55Hrs 06/11/08 (c)
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