Best Burt Poems
You don’t remember what I told you.
The last time I laid eyes on you.
You don’t remember ........
I told you that I love you,
You only remember the blues.
Chorus:
You only remember the bad times.
You never remember the good.
You never remember the fun things we do.
You only remember the blues.
If you just tried to remember.
Some of the things we used to do.
I know in my heart you’d be happy.
Burt you only remember the blues.
Now I know this thing we have is over.
And I’m not blaming only you.
But I know it could have been much better.
But you only remember the blues.
Chorus:
You only remember the bad times.
You never remember the good.
You never remember …......
Just how much I love you......................
You only remember the blues...........
Cal Bambi "The word artist" ©Riginal
I paint pictures with words.
calbambi@gmail.com
"On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create
a dream come true " lyrics by Burt Bacharach for Carpenters' "Close to You"
Angelic was my love – a vision!
He made me develop something
maybe close to tunnelvision
for him, a heavenly young thing!
I swear rapture was in his eyes.
Angelic was my love – a vision.
Radiant was he as sunrise.
Perfection needs no revision.
Day one there was a collision -
chemistry we could not deny.
Angelic was my love – a vision.
On wings of bliss I learned to fly.
Kisses and caresses sublime.
It was not a hard decision
to give to him all my sweet time.
Angelic was my love – a vision!
(The audience for this is small children who have seen the movie.)
Mary Poppins Makes a Visit
By Elton Camp
When Mary decides she wants a job
Other applicants of a chance will rob
She causes a strong wind to blow
Riding umbrellas, off they do go
When competitors are no longer around
From the sky she comes floating down
In order to make sure that she gets hired
Convinces Banks she is what’s desired
Upstairs to the nursery she does go
Gives the children a magic show
Then of her own self, she does say,
“Practically perfect in every way.”
When she takes them on the street
An old friend, Burt, they do meet
His drawings made of chalk
They admire on the sidewalk
By her power, they pop inside
There they find horses to ride
In the fantasy world can stay no more
Once a heavy rain does start to pour
The two wet children then are told
Take this medicine to avoid a cold
When they began to frown
Found a way to get it down
To swallow it they couldn’t well refuse
Because of the song Mary did choose
Both kids thought it very neat
When the stuff tasted sweet
Mary then had a very strong feeling
They’d like a tea party on the ceiling
When happy, they floated up in the air
Stayed there as long as they had no care.
Of Mary’s antics Mr. Banks got tired
Decided it was time she should be fired
Getting him to take them to work was a trick
With serious consequences that made him sick
Though the tuppence was only a tiny amount
Banker wanted Michael’s money in an account
Of that the boy saw no need
The birds he wanted to feed
When his money he did demand
Other customers didn’t understand
They didn’t think it was in fun
And on the bank began a run
That very night, Mr. Banks was called back
Board of Directors would give him the axe
But into his mind did spring
What was the important thing
Mary had shown him how to enjoy
Spending time with his girl and boy
Mean old banker laughed until he died
But the Directors’ Board took it in stride
“Mr. Banks, we have a fine notion
Take you back with a promotion.”
And Mary, her job all done,
From the house she did run.
A lazy student known as Burt,
To parents and teachers was curt.
With little knowledge,
Flunked out of college;
Played stock market and lost his shirt!
12/22/18
Batman
Cape crusader
Batcave Batmobile Pole
Zapping Banging Powing Action
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Tribute To
Batman And Robin
Adam West Burt Ward
I hear once more the lyrics of this song I'm listening to-
a gentle blast from my very youthful past,
and I am back in middle school,
an attractive skinny girl
despite the horn rimmed glasses
which have gotten me the nickname of “Four eyes”
and the large beehive hairdo
I have to rat with my comb painstakingly each morning.
I am in the music room of my eighth grade
practicing with Swing Choir,
the group that I’ve auditioned for
and am thrilled to be a part of.
A cute boy stands tall among all the others
in the back row of the male section.
We are all singing -
“This Guy’s in Love.
This guy’s in love with You.”
My heart is pounding with the melody
as I watch my current crush so longingly,
imagining he sings the words to me alone.
Could my life yet to be lived
ever compare to my happiest vivid daydreams?
“When you smile, I can tell we know each other very well.”
I think he sees me watching him. I look away.
This scene will be replayed again and again
in other classrooms
where I’ll be watching other boys
that I'll be crushing on
and hoping they are watching me as well.
But now, just for now -
I sing the words with my group -
“Don’t let my heart keep breaking. . .”
My soul fills with teenage angst.
Oh to be young again
with such sweet aching
not yet knowing I’ll soon be getting walked home from school
by that cute tall boy
named Chico.
Written Feb. 7, 2016 for the Solitary Moments Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose
The song is "This Guy's in Love" written by Burt Bacharach
and performed byHerb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass. (please hear it in the link above)
Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape
had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their work.
This usually involved keeping a single route open underground to the next nearest colliery .
Old George waiting by the mineshaft
Spitting his chewing tobacco juice
Today with his apprentice
They must survey the mines escape route .
1000 yards underground
In darkness as black as pitch
They reach up to their helmets
Turning on the headlamp switch.
George prodding at the timbers
That support the roof and sides
His apprentice grows more nervous
With every single stride .
A mile down the escape route
The roof is seven feet high
They see a little fallen rock
but manage to squeeze by .
The roof is getting lower
George hears the scurrying of mice
Brought down the mine in bales of hay
When pit ponies and the miners destiny were spliced.
The apprentice is visibly shaking
but only one more mile to go
When a piece of falling timber
Dealt his torch battery a glancing blow.
George could see the boys panic
and as the leader of his team
He reassured his apprentice
Then they shared the single beam .
Suddenly they hear a crack like thunder
Then the splintering of wood
George pushes his apprentice
but a fall of rock stands where George stood.
Young boy on his hands and knee's
Screaming Georges name
More terrified by the second
When no answers came.
Now in total blackness
He inhabits the world of the blind
If he is to help his leader
The boy must use his senses and his mind .
The faintest hint of breezes
He feels on his face
Air sucked down the mineshaft
Just might be his saving grace
He crawls along the jagged floor
Using his sense of touch
Soon in the distance he hears machinery
A sound he has never loved so much .
He tastes the ever freshening air
Hope inside him grows
Then the tiniest speck of flickering light
His tears overflow.
Help, Help, he's calling
As the miners come into view
Two men want to hep him to the surface
Burt he awaits his friends rescue.
Old George didn't make it
He sacrificed himself to save the boy
Broken hearted the boy had a breakdown
and had to leave the mines employ.
The boy became a father
Then a wonderful granddad
but he never tired of telling the story
of the best friend he ever had.
A fickle young gardener called Burt,
Changed ladies much more than his shirt!
Until he beguiled
A vixen so wild
He's now planted deep in the dirt!
©deborah burch
6/07/2012
Past umphle and some scatter beans
Past tickly cough we pass.
A grumble through the chorley wood
To breed a better rash.
Past arsewiffe with a whopper club
Past bramble burt and bibby.
A farple for old fortitude
To sing the Doo-Wah-Diddy!
Crave not for little Jeremy
A blister on his soresight.
Go butter up the khaki tin
And wave for Queen and kite.
Re-muse the giddy pumpkin.
A smile turned upside down,
For better bread and smutter
We chortle like a clown.
At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart
Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's pretty gross to me
If you're a baby robin though you'd be anxious
To slither them down with glee
Cleopatra married two of her brothers
Might have considered it if I had one
George Washington grew marijuana in his garden
A pothead before President he'd become
Q-Tips were originally called “Baby Gays”
For obvious reasons, not a good idea
Tablecloths were originally meant to be towels
To wipe your face after eating tortillas
Cranberries are sorted by bouncing them
Ripe ones can be dribbled like a basketball
Hope their floors are immaculately clean
Else yours truly would be really appalled
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows of stone
Guess they'd never hear of a Tempur-Pedic
Must have got up in a pretty foul mood
Uttering phrases that weren't too comedic
Did you know Burt Reynolds is a Cherokee
Well Kimosabe, that's a new one on me
A ball of glass bounces higher than a rubber ball
Who owns a ball of glass, that's silly
In our lifetime, we grow 590 miles of hair
Imagine if we never got it cut
We'd need a special valet trailing behind
To make sure in a door it don't get shut
Lightning generates temperatures 5 times hotter
Than those at the surface of the sun
One ragweed plant releases a billion grains of pollen
Allergy sufferers don't think that's fun
© Jack Ellison 2015
I played as a Goalkeeper
trained to make the save
push the ball away
instinctively go again,
knocked down get up,
get hit get in the way,
down up down up
take a battering
not pass kick or head,
get hit take it
all that matters
recycle retain
never show pain
or stay led
no fear thought
hesitation no floor
animal
smacked pain,
engrained
smacked again,
if you can function
be punctual
ball face punch force,
don't roll or feel
don't lay or look
off all fours
chest or balls
foot use all
rise fall cycle
adrenaline no trembling
give everything,
no end in sight
fight and you fight
clear mind mad kind
no excuses just reasons,
lessons to heed,
opponents to read,
hurt what's hurt
who's Burt
give everything to the shirt
visit dirt submerge
back up unhurt
the moment
occurring
war keep serving
nerveless what's nervous
rush buzz
keep going because,
because why? cus you can.
I'm Nick Trim
Goalkeeper
never a victim
no need,
do the opposite instinctively
no sympathy
no wimp in me,
challenge,
won't win quickly,
can't get rid easily,
sorry that I battle back,
it aint over after one whack,
long of short
I never stop,
give up or think to quit,
a man,
not a bit itch
1960 and the world was changing
A time for living and rearranging
Baseball in the school yard with a sponge ball and a fist
Donnie Brooks sang Mission Bell and Chubby did The Twist
Bobbie sox and ponytails, school dances were so much fun
Johnny Preston’s Running Bear. I loved the theme from Peter Gunn
A young senator from Boston was in the presidential race
Marty sang El Paso and there was a theme from A Summer Place
Mr. Custer and Alley Oop were fun songs to listen to
While Elvis said It’s Now or Never and also Stuck on You
Ford came out with the Edsel. Remember the unsinkable Molly Brown.
Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool even Cathy’s Clown
We had air raid warnings and marbles in our pockets
Movies in the park and Cape Canaveral shooting rockets
Gable and Monroe in the Misfits, Perry Mason on TV
And the Drifters were singing Save the Last Dance for Me.
There was a draft to serve our country and we were always ready
A time for holding hands and a time for going steady
Kirk Douglas was Spartacus and Burt was Elmer Gantry
Pies were made from scratch and there were apples in the pantry
Larry Hall sang Sandy and Bobby Rydell wailed Wild One
O Dio Mio From Annette. She and Frankie had so much fun
Lonely Blue Boy by Conway Twitty and Bobby’s Beyond the Sea
Duane twanged Because they’re Young and the Everly’s Let it be Me
Those days are precious memories that I hope will never fade
The world was so much kinder then and I was in eighth grade.
I had a friend named Emily
She had to move and hurt me
Now everything in my life in dimly lit
I wish she never left, now I can’t see
Her family was there so she left
Emily was a dear person to me
Who left in one quick fluid deft
I hope she will one day help me see
I am sad she left but she had to go.
I just wish everything would light
I just hope soon she will leave to
Come home to do what’s right
If I never met her I might be more happy
If she had left later I would be more sad
Maybe if I never met her I wouldn’t be sappy
Since she left I got more time with my dad
I really miss her and I wish she would come
Home where she belongs, I understand why
If her mom could’ve got her needs from home
They would not have left I think if they
Had a choice, but they did not
They had to move her mother had cancer
She had to go and I wish I got
My ring back, I hope she returns with Melissa
I hope one day she will return and that she will
Never leave again because when she left it really hurt
Me and I want to her to come back and pay back her bill
To me and never leave me again and meet people named Burt
When and if she ever returns I will promise her to always be
Her friend no matter what happens, and I hope she will always
Know that no matter how hard it becomes she will always see
Who I am, When she returns I will walk with her in hallways
So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.
All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
every time,
this hunk passed by.
Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.
So unnoticed,
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.
My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.
Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.
My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.
Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.
So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.
In the yard across the way there stands a young delightful maple tree.
Oh in the hot summer......when the hot breeze blows, I watch it as it sway it's green whipfull
leaves, blowing with the breeze to an ultimate degree.
If the spring winds are harsh then it bends it's limbs limberly over toward the ground.
When the winds are mild it just waves it's branches to me cheerfully.
As if it's waving to say. "The weather is fair today."
The ground around it, uprooted, uneaven and even rather bumpy and clumpy.
The condeming of the burnt house that near it once stood, as it left its broad scars upon the
scortched land.
It now leans a bit away from where the house once stood, as it seemed to cry when that
house burt that day some years ago, but it lingers growing still strong and tall today.
It has not yet lost it's leaves, even with the strongest evil breeze this year.
It still grasps it's leaves tight to it's branches
For it is now February and still holds its many crisp brown leaves.
Why have they not fallen off, as all the other trees?
It is much stronger and laughs at the winter saying." You are not harsh enough for me."
The snow rests on its branches today as the cold winds blow. It seems so odd to see a tree
with leaves covered in snow.
But the white blanket of snow rests snuggly upon the leaves, as it does to its strong
branches.
This tree, it is my nearby friend when I am alone, as I gaze over the lawn at it from my
window.
Yes, it even in the strongest cold breeze, sometimes waves at me..... but still now nare a
leaf has fallen to the ground from its many limbs.
It seems to me so strange and odd the leaves have not yet fallen.
Even in that, as a close friend would, gives me challenge to wander, why?
Linda Terrell
February 15, 2010
This is a fiction story but I do have this unusual tree in my neighbors yard.
It holds tightly to it's own dry brown crisp leaves still in the dead of winter.