I told you so, I TOLD you so
But you never listen to me
You're loud, proud, and your head's in a cloud
And your eyes are too blind to see
You just use your head for a hat rack
And you damn well know it's true
You're old enough to know, you know I told you so
Now look at what's happened to you
Found your ass in jail without bail
And stinking of rot gut gin
The fella in the bunk above declared his love
And made you his new girlfriend
Then with your sentence through, I thought you knew
You had to check in every week
But the cops found you there at the county fair
So drunk that you couldn't speak
The judge issued a one way ticket
Back to the cage with your old friend
I told you so, you KNOW I told you so
I'll send some balm for your rear end
Air conditioner is loud and steady
Wind chimes prove the wind is ready
Balmy spring day bringing us March
Limber and lithe, not a bit of starch
Dogs stare at me on this lazy day
Loving the country in an appreciative way
Not a single sound, no tweet, chirp or peep
The kind of day I could do a lot of serious sleep
a balmy spring day
vitamin d rains on me
i feel cherished
It's moderating, yee haw it's warming a bit
Finally it's getting above zero
Just a while ago thought 50 was freezing
Now it's balmy from a few days ago
In comparison temps can feel warm or cold
Depending on what we're accustomed to
50 can feel downright damn balmy or frigid
Really not much us guys can do
Go with the flow, that's what I always say
At 50 in the fall wear a coat
At 50 in spring strip down to your underpants
Coz 50 is balmy, no joke
So there you have it, that's my take on things
Humans are hard to comprehend
Hard to try to figure us modern guys out
It'll drive you around the bend
Written: October 04, 2023
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In the tranquil aura of a tropical clime
An idyllic scene, serene, pacific, sublime,
As paradisal souls basked in gold auspicious.
In peace, placid, prosperous, and prodigious.
There stands a sedate, an ethereal being.
It's a serene, glad coping; the knot is untying.
Gone are the times of delightful harmony.
She strolled rather softly, wanting to be.
In the tranquility of unruffled days.
She is peaceful and reserved in her ways.
She soothed the serenity of quiet.
Peace is serene in her finest climate.
Quietly, she led over life's hush path,
Lulled by the calm and restful aftermath,
Sedate and quiescent, she remained.
Silent and unshaken, quiet is sustained.
As a dove, she let peace bear hold.
Bringing a letup to the unrest untold.
In her pacific nature, she found solace.
Silence her weapon, her soother promise.
verdant slopes sparkle
create a silver valley
river snakes gently
© Harry J Horsman 2021
leave the illusion
sacrifice earthly demands
virtue'll name it Saint
11.06.2020 Chattogram
Particular palms protecting private Pop’s Polynesian Paradise.
Bashful bountiful beaches brazenly beguiling busy banana boats.
Gregariously greeting gracious green grass generating gloriousness.
Formidable foams frolicking forever free from formulating fickleness.
White wisps wandering wonderfully within wilderness's willful wistfulness.
A balmy night cloudless and clear
With a full moon floating appearing near
Laughter drifted down the hill
An Australian summer night in quite a deal
A gully wind blows to cool us all
Children play and to each other call
Lovers walk together holding hands
Whispering to each other in sensual demand.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I believe I will go to St. Croix,
Where the balmy air I will truly enjoy
With lots of fine sand
And a big butted man
Who I can completely and truly annoy
I will leave a stuffed woman in my bed,
She will have a nice round balding head.
So when my people come see
What has happened to me
They will find a still dummy instead
This man and I will take our time reading
And sweetly enjoy chocolate feeding
We will stay in St. Croix
And eat all their soy,
And learn how to do intricate beading.
A balmy night, windblown trees, indescribable silence.
Cat’s eye tribute, chimes symphony, ethereal mystique.
A brilliant star, Venus maybe, stands guard delightfully.
Puffy double moon, orange implied, bulbous, brave, pinkish.
Natural calmness, smoky clouds, beautiful balmy night.
balmy morning wind
the sky in the light blue jeans
in white shirt the girls
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March 31, 2018
It's moderating, yee haw it's warming a bit
Finally it's getting above zero
Just a while ago thought 5 was freezing
Now it's balmy from a few days ago
In comparison temps can feel warm or cold
Depending on what we're accustomed to
Fifty can feel downright damn balmy or frigid
Really not much us guys can do
Go with the flow, that's what I always say
At fifty in the fall wear a coat
At fifty in spring strip down to your underpants
Coz fifty's balmy, no joke
So there you have it, that's my take on things
Humans are hard to comprehend
Hard to try to figure us modern guys out
It'll drive you around the bend
© Jack Ellison 2014
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