They weren’t going to like me anyway
No one else ever had
So I gave them my sharps and my pokes and my sneers
I gave them my toughness. To let them know.
They were right.
I was so bad, no one could love me.
No one ever had.
And no one ever would.
Well, one had,
So I killed her for it.
Because I could not stand how wrong she was.
Everybody knew I was bad to the bone.
Why hadn’t she gotten that?
My mother had.
Donald had never seen Daisy this way
His sexy woman was ready to play!
She is bad to the bone
Sensuous pix on her phone
A video made her swish and sashay!
Daisy Duck entered Donald J. Duck’s dream
Made his traitorous body ache and steam.
Voluptuous breast
Not to mention the rest
Those legs caused Donald Duck to burst at his seams
Man, it’s been four long dog years!
Forlorn doggone tears
of toil
and trouble
It’s a flee collar fact,
this feels like forty years
of Sirius jaw smack:
Loss leader of the pack
has got a Cujo shifty,
barf shuffle
Spit pissing
constant doggie poo
puff bubbles
It’s bad to the bone,
contentious err
Listening to those vulgar [s]wag tales,
has pup aged
my schnauzer soul ten-fold
That’s howl long it’s been,
four dog-eared years!
All of them dog whistle tweets,
mutter sounds belch indiscreet
Vomit noise spilt in the streets,
by deputy dawgs on gag delete:
A Pluto soundbyte loop repeat
Those pilfer pooches
was gon be
the Scooby-Doo death of me
But I didn’t wanna wait-see
Woe, man! It’s been four long dog years,
of carny bark
not subtle
Every wrinkled nose ballot spoke,
grey stubble
Too many me
were simply dog tired
Of seeing Lady Tramp Liberty
lip muffled
Her trashed democracy hope
getting Lassie tear-tossed
in the rubble
I truly dream-fear
those rabid dog years
(four centuries of snarl jeers)
will runt-of-the-litter reappear
11-30-20
Born bad to the bone heartbreaker
the song bad to the bone
fills my ears
like a mad anthem
of my life
I am a heartbreaker
broke a thousand hearts
before I am through
I will break a thousand more
but only one woman
has ever had the power
to break my heart
and to her
I dedicate my life
and promise not
to break her heart
poetry superhighway prompt
Mock battles with my sons.
Star Wars characters hauled out
of their tubs.
Rancor Monster, Squid Head, Yak Face.
Darth Vader, Jabba the Hut…
Snaggletooth is a real dick.
Skeletor, Beast Man and Evil-lyn.
The whole crew, just bad to the bone,
but at least Evil-lyn was hot.
All the D.C. Comic book crooks
grimacing, malformed and cavorting.
Monsters eating monsters,
bad guys with their henchmen.
He knows that this is not just play
and I won’t lie to him.
I guess we both knew back then
that this world mirrors its demons.
Our only hope
is in Optimus Prime.
A lady was screaming and running
in circles, and she wasn’t funning.
A critter was chasing
her. Man! They were racing.
That rooster was swift and so cunning.
Her four-inch high heels made her stumble.
While kicking them off, she did grumble.
The banty was pecking
her ankles and wrecking
her panty hose. “S_ _ _!” She did mumble.
The farmers were calmly observing
this scene, their attention unswerving.
“Please help!” Her imploring,
they kept on ignoring,
not caring her plight was unnerving.
“Doggone bill collector!” one uttered.
“You IRS agent,” one muttered.
“I sell Avon!” she yelled
as tears welled and wounds swelled.
“C-call off this creature!” she stuttered.
“Don’t need none today,” they all told ‘er.
Her temper continued to smolder.
Pa said, “Leave ‘er alone.”
That fowl’s bad to the bone.
No rooster could ever be bolder!
Placed 1st in Charles Messina's Limerick Contest, September 2018
entered in Andrea Dietrich's limerick contest on 8-11-19
You don’t wanna meet Joey Fatone
He’s a Jersey Devil
with a Tasmanian attitude
Street whispers say,
“Baby” is a notch below
asylum certifiable
A wise guy, gator gait bad to the bone
Known to go postal ... jungle level
Joey loves giving dirt naps,
so don’t keep the short talk too long
Lives Cajun mean dirty down low in the Big Easy,
made Papa Justify give him the Skeleton Key
Stay behind the yellow line ... don’t cross the “Baby”
Always traveled light: Ruby and a burner phone
The Devil adored his metallic Black widow
Mixing business with pleasure was money fun to do
Fatone’s fist: shook rattle them numbered bones;
what you didn’t say, he never wanted to know
Best hit man for hire ... won’t pay the cleaner bill too
You don’t wanna meet Bobby Falcone
He’s a Bowery Hell’s Angel
with a Transylvanian diablo attitude ...
Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone
Fighting against waves, where night's bright moon shines
In thought, a much needed stitch often saves,
future life like seeded cones on green pines.
Sealing doors, when escape demands harsh pays
In their bravest deeds, heroes do much more
than any that in their shame falsely prays.
Deep dark nights, echoes ring chimes very clear
With eternal hope, faith gifts saving lights
loves united, dreams sent forth without fear.
Dawn's bursting gaze, when black night terrors flee
Happiness cuts deeply retreating haze,
as new life and great joy cries let it be.
Seas of black winds, blast walls of solid stone
Tis little help, being bad to the bone.
R.J. Lindley
Feb.21st, 1976
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How is it, even in the clouds
I cannot escape the crowds; everyone is so loud
I am not a Rolling Stone;
This cloud I do not own
Nor, am I, thoroughly good
Nor, am I, bad to the bone
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Have a heavy head;
But I sit in no throne
How is it, even in the clouds
Everyone is so loud?
I cannot escape the crowds
Even in the clouds
Soaring like a butterfly and an eagle combined…
No, no I ain’t blind…I don’t mind being left behind
I see the light in your eyes
No lies…no lies…no lies…
With His might and His delight,
I shine like the break of dawn
Runnin’ outta time tonight…
On and on and on, I’m gone…
Drunk off of my delight
For, everything is black and white
Excellence and brilliance comes with time
Excellence and brilliance comes with time
Surround yourself with music
Listen to it sing to you so therapeutic
I’m bad to the bone
Take a breath of love
Even when I am all alone
I’m stronger than I realize
I’m not alone
I’m not a failure
I’m sick
I’m epic
Curse me in my face
I’m no disgrace
Thank you with sarcasm rolling on my tongue
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
I’m grateful
Thankful
I’m grateful
To be alive –
SICK, but doing well
Thank you – go to hell
I love you,
Then I hate you…
I am a mess without you
I am losing progress without you
I adore you
I adore you
I guess I am a sick, little boy
However, I am still wanderin’ round in joy
Praise be to the Lord…
If it wasn’t for Him, I would’ve been dead
Blameless
If you want to be glad then be glad,
If you want to be sad then be sad.
If you want to be altogether happy inside,
Then don’t rely on a man.
We are bad to the bone and bad for your soul,
You should just let go and save yourself.
You are blameless and you should go.
We are the nameless and we only care about ourselves.
If you need to be loved then find love,
If you need to be alone then be alone.
If you want to be altogether a better person,
Then delete his number off your phone.
You are bad at lying and we see right through;
We just let you believe we don’t see what you do.
We allow you to believe we will be here forever,
But we are already looking for the exit and a way to sever,
This chain that binds us together in love,
Because to us there is nothing more important than trust.
If you want to be real then be real,
If you want to be fake then be a fake.
If you don’t want to believe the words that I say,
Then have yourself a nice day.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Hashtag fu-ev-uh alone
Hashtag forever lonely
I guess I need a man
but I won't let that man own me
Cuz when things get too close
Too soon before knowing
The unknown catches up
You'll be lost with the dust
But even then you'll be growing .. Expanding ... Gaining insight from the all knowing
Grieving cuz nostalgia is the tone
I guess bad really is good
So good it's bad to the bone
Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone
In his white tight t-shirt and back pocket comb
Oooh well I think you were one real cool dude...
But of course there was more to you than
That ever did meet the eye and although you've
Been gone a long, long time your legend will
Never die...
Somewhere east of Eden, IN THE TALL GRASS
OF DREAMS, a scene off a movie screen, I can
Hear your laughter in the wind, you wink at me
And then disappear again somewhere east of Eden
IN THE TALL GRASS OF DREAMS, it’s JAMES DEAN
On the cover of another magazine, somewhere
Somewhere east of Eden, IN THE TALL GRASS OF
DREAMS are the scene off a movie screen...
Starring and now showing JAMES DEAN...
Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone
In his red, red jacket and back pocket comb...
I wish I could have met you 'cuz I bet you were one
Real cool dude...
Still though your legacy lingers...
Bad, bad boy JAMES DEAN...
East of Eden...
Somewhere IN THE TALL, TALL GRASS OF DREAMS!
The ferryman impatiently awaits
But I lack the gold
So I ask him to wait, as I put him on hold..
I call the grim reaper hoping for a loan
He appeared soon after through my headstone
He's cloaked in all black looking bad to the bone
What is it now? Did you get stoned?
NOoo.. I offed myself in a cornfield all alone
Yeah like how E.T. phoned himself home?
"Please grim I just need a little bread" I begged
Okay, give me a minute but don't hold your breathe
Yeah..well I'm already dead!
After half a century grim returns
He says "sorry bud but you gotta burn"
My jaw drops and i start to run
Without thinking I jump in the river
Soaking in cold green gunk, my body quivers
I stop to look back and think to myself "wow I'm a fast swimmer!"
Grim laughs pointing his bony finger yelling "look at that SINNER!!"
Then out of nowhere, a beautiful angel drys me off and fly's me to dinner
Not caring much for politicks
Having a weird name
Getting bit up for listening of unpopular music
That is my game
If I had a soul
It would be in pain
Someone claiming to be like me
But she was not like me
She would do anything to have friends
Even betray her own soul
And if things would get difficult she would betray me as well
Don’t really blame her
I’m still her friend
But never truly was her lover
And in truth I never gave a relationship a chance
I take pride in being bad to the bone
Maybe I should not
Or maybe it is just a façade
But still they will tell me it is offense to God
Every man must choose his own path
If reclaiming his soul
Those paths are very blurry
The rain from cloud black as coal
Makes the path hard to walk
Almost random is destiny
And no one seems to be really free
Or maybe it is a mist of deception past which I cannot see
My brother says there is his way
And there is wrong way
He does not understand that I feel same way
About getting my own way
Always liked philosophy
But right now my philosophy
Maybe always was or is starting to be
One for all and all for me
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