flamingoes on one foot balance
talent like monkeys on bongos
playin' clarinets are baboons
raccoons a-hootin’ and a-swayin'
lions on slide-trombones
headphones catch them cryin’
giraffes a-bangin' chimes
Times of L.A. laid off its staff
Career woman is practical
I might as well speak
Frankly and sincerely
Talk about the career plan
Your ideal type, your favorite
And your sports
No more beating around the bush
If you want I could talk about you
Girls like you think of nothing
But find a rich, handsome boyfriend
For your vanity's sake
In the spare time, he will take you
For the spring flowers
And the summer rain
He satisfies all the romantic fantasy
In the work time, he will pay
All the bill for his absence
And give you an extravagant life.
when things are tempting
are beating around the bush
should always avoid
when minds may wonder
try to find another way
put minds back on track
bad weather on bay
do pray for a better day
God will know the way
when in God believe
His forgiveness will receive
He is always there
when most unified
effective and efficient
right place at right time
would you rather be
hard to believe or understand
complete idiot
“Tell it like it is” it needs to be said
No beating around the bush or outcomes you'll dread
Look at me, honest as they come
Bumble along, thumb up my bum
Cept when I'm hitchhiking, need it for a lift instead
“Tell it like it is” it needs to be said
No beating around the bush or the outcome you'll dread
Look at me, honest as they come
Bumble along, thumb up my bum
Cept when I'm hitchhiking, need it for a lift instead
You might take this with a grain of salt
Knowing I heard it on the grape vine
Why they let the cat out of the bag
I'd say your guess is as good as mine
They say I tend to sit on the fence,
Off my rocker by not a far cry
That I'm not playing with a full deck
They should let those sleeping dogs lie!
Because there's method to my madness,
And I'm to blame if things go south
So I'm not beating around the bush
You heard it straight from the horses mouth!
I would not say it was a promise nor a plan
It came into being because of circumstances
I would not say it was unbearable nor easy
It was a route that was meant to be taken
I thought enduring it all would be an ultimate end
To my surprise, a tattoo followed and another one of those
I had to stop beating around the bush, the one is still being drawn
To myself, living and appreciating what the creator has given
I would not say it was a blessing in disguise nor a blessing
It came into existence because of my birth
I would not say I am misunderstood nor I am crazy
I am just being me
“Tell it like it is” what needs to be said
No beating around the bush or the outcome you'll dread
Look at me, honest as they come
Bumble along, thumb up my bum
Cept when I'm hitchhiking, need it for a lift instead
George Bush went up top for a walk
You should have heard Donald Trump squawk!
"It MUST be a crime!
The limelight is mine!"
(The peafowl was once a peacock)
"Time to go, I'll see you folks"
A wave and he was gone
just like every year before
he never lingered on
Always got right to the point
(no beating around the bush)
Questions answered, terse, direct
but never in a rush
They met him sixteen years ago
While hiking Caldwells Trail
no backpack, tent or dirty boots
And clean down to each nail
You had to like him right away
his warmth would sink right in
He left you feeling good inside
Like knowing you could win
Every June, like clockwork
with jacket in his hand
You'd meet him coming up the trail
He'd wave, or shake your hand
He really "brightened up your day"
As though he brought the sun
Vacations seemed so far apart
He added that much fun
Then one June, he didn't show
The trail seemed almost sad
Vacation over, headed home
Really (kind of glad)
Late-night News in mid July
A "tribute to a man"
One-Hundredth Anniversary
To a Pioneer named "Dan"
Seemed this guy was special
That he'd blazed a mountain trail
Saved lots of folks in winter storms
He also brought the mail
They showed his only photograph
Taken Eighteen-fifty-two
Dan Cauldwells grin, as real as life
Just like it was each June.....
Keep it brief, compact, concise.
Say it precisely, shred excess words.
Use exact simple words, chosen carefully,
pithy and strong to convey what you mean,
with no fluffy stuff or beating around the bush
Short and sweet the aim,
to the point skewered;
sharply focused, no fuzz to confuse.
Avoid coping out by adding weak,
mealy words that betrays
laziness and carelessness.
If you struggle to find the words
to express what you mean,
your uncertainty and imprecision
reveals that you don't really understand the issues.
Its time to think again and work it out.
If you can't explain it simply and succinctly
you don't really understand it adequately.
You always thought I was beating around the bush
You always thought I needed a little push
You were easily impressed by my new glass tints
But you never understood any of my hints
I'm still struggling with word to speak to you about
And you're now with another man, already moving out.
the run around....
beating around the bush
never getting straight to
the root of the problem
the run around....
straddling the fence
between swings of mood
the run around....
yes
no
maybe so
never a clear answer given
the run around....
left in a constant state
of confusion after each
in encounter
the run around....
waver between
realms of reality
between truth and fantasy
living in both simultaneously
the run around....
tired of the mind games
that are played at my expense
the run around....
no longer willing to
continue to play this
cruel game
the run around....
Rebirth of a flower
A month ago to the day
black bears came to dismay.
They uprooted everything I had
in the face of doing something bad.
There was no rhyme or reason given
not one hint of an word driven.
No e-mail, nothing, no ears
to my questions of fears.
It all seeded from a contest
a non placing, I addressed.
And true to form, black bears hush
a word, beating around the bush.
They stood sentry with iron fist
deleting my account with Hells kiss.
I cried that Christmas day
of dead flowers in my bouquet.
The next day a flower bloomed
on edge of fear of black bears loom.
A flower sees a little sunshine now
stemming from their plow.
connie pachecho
1/25/17
catching his goat
my dear
if you aim on catching his goat
you best stop beating around the bush
you best not play in the pasture as a sheep
just go for his jugular
a garrote would do
words in poems, too, work
a contest placement, too
the worse is silence
connie pachecho
1/13/17
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