Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.
One thing about the sixties time
Was the music was just fine
Listen to it now
The Electric guitars were just wow
Look for the music played
By Jeff Beck part of the British Invasion Escapades
In the Yardbirds supercool
And the album with Rod Stewart rules
So the years roll out for everyone
And for Jeff Beck has been done
But do yourself a favour and listen to his blues
Jeff Beck as a guitarist still rules!
© Paul Warren Poetry
It bubbles and flows,
It winds around the road,
The odd bridge here and there,
In the winter it's so cold,
But it still bubbles and flows,
Sometimes it even overflows,
In the summer it's full of kids,
Trying to catch the little fish,
Still it bubbles and flows,
It's cleaned ever year,
So that it bubbles and flows,
The water never stops.
Is your greatness unendorsed
by godly symbols old and new
Is your strength contained and held within,
as broth begets the stew
Is your message clear with no defense,
either martial or sublime
With freedom at your beck and call
—all stricture cast aside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
The egg and I
In traction
Feminism is a rubber chicken
Oiling my feathers
Sounds like role play
07/10/2019
Collaboration Of Your Titles Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
This beautiful morning
I saw a Hawk
Land on a tree
Six feet in front of me
Laying across a stream.
This wonderful afternoon
I saw a baby squirrel
climbing up a tree
six feet in front of me
It smiled at me!
GOD IS LOVE!
Super-fast the stairway appeared
Taking my breath away
Awe-struck I follow the power
Interested in what it is
Reaching deep inside of me
Wishing I could hold the immensity
And follow the stairway where it goes
Yellow light flows from up above
Taken by its greatest splendor
One rendezvous of love I carry
This lively piece comes before me
Heaven is where it reaches towards
Elastic is its long dynamic
Simple is its path upwards
Timeless is its grandiosity
Astounding is its beck and call
Reaching the outermost layer
Saying it's the greatest of all
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Linda-Marie's "***STAIRWAY TO THE STARS***" contest
2/16/2012
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