Best Campanella Poems
Reality - what it's really like, save paranoid
I'll attempt explaining, why I won't make eye contact
can't look you in thee eye, I'd rather be in a void
some take this as being shy, why complain this or that
I trust no one, I judge no one
Direct questions O' I do shun
eccentric, nah! Just, going it alone
avoid catastrophic disturbances also confusion
Reasoning unsound, why blame peace an order
I'll set, with my back to a wall, for no intrusion
feeling disregard for any direct instruction
to struggle with having a harmless disturbance
visitors, new faces I think they came to spy
my life, an open book, people complain without reason
some are aware, that know me, how hard I try
moving continually, Paranoia will destroy ya, why
why Is there no cure for such behavior
only when I let it get that best of me
truth is- I want to be safe, undisturbed, forever
give in to Paranoia, ill eh? I need to feel I'm free
E-Z Glo Punk, Lightning Flash,
TNT Devices will burst, do crash
Southern Night, Piccolo Petes
are hard to beat...
I like hand held Sparklers, Tanks
flashing fountains, Solar Flare
Six to #20 Gold I have to share,
no incidence, no burns, thanks...
Whistles blow, fountains glow,
pop'n sounds, entire sky all aglow
I love those colors, high an low
trails eched onto my retina
inspired me to let ya know
Now you close both eyes
in pitch dark, what a surprise
for you to see, right there
darkness, absolutely anywhere
beautiful trails of lights in motion
"Always read a label of caution"
>>>>>>>>> She was a tappin' to rhythmic tunes...
those Mississippi blues,
step-pin' out, in her sexy...
cowgirl leather boots...
red white & blue...
we were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through her kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so - hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...
funny curlers too, upon...
her head-for a new - Hair dew,
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
in her kitchen dancin' while...
,
her head...still a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,
'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sipin' & sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ol'e...
good ol'e...miss-is-SIP-pi moves,
that floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
while Grandma's feet were a stompin',
in her new...'New - Cowgirl' - sexy - fancy
leather - red, white, & blue Mississip-pi boots
(yip pee)
This image of me, now so many years later
each year looking, I’ve found some imperfections
Mirror-mirror, why should I ask - my time won't last,
peering into you, gray now, not young only faultiness,
Years passing, why my image in my mirror
should have creaked by, each year looking
will my image fade in front of my Looking glass
I did Love being strong, young, only gray I see
So now seeing time as if it stood still each time,
touching this image onto my glass of memories past
wrongs, rights, scars, life time stories untold all mine
My life has found it's way full circle to gray, at last
Things I see now in my looking glass,
are all part past, present, future, why I’m handsome
graceful, I see each year in me, as if with class
so I will leave my mark, "love" too touch someone
I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe,
that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear
Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme,
with all CAPS, this only brought er tear,
This started me a thinkin' too look
elce-where, excep', per'aps this prose
isn't fer me, many have written 'ay book'
I'll need my style, somethin' too share
Sure fer this, they will laugh till they pee,
wouldn't it be a blessin', in this puddle
of tryin', findin' a style suited, right fer me
per'aps I'll be better off, an only doodle
keepin' this in mind, I started, I writ'
writ', en rewrit', like ne're before,
poundin' on my KeyPad, till all fingers,
akein' back, big butt twer'z bone sore,
So, If only I could catch er great line
if it wer' different, silly, too catch one's eye
I'd show 'em, too smile, durin' my life time
attain fame, per'aps, er piece of 'ee pie
Some like it hot,
some like it cold
While…
some p*** on each other, still some smother,
under a blanket together...
by
some strange, fatal plot,
they fall in love
Which - 'Witch' is which :)
when a Bat doesn't need a ball to fly home,
can’t tell a Black Kat from a black cat in Rome
a wood bat has no wings to hit one homer,
havin' fun, can't stay home alone
Which Jack Lantern beats a Pumpkin
in one’s store hands-down:) a hand crafted,
one set alone...over any other lit in a window
at someone's home,
Witch screams from a 'mat' is louder...
than a cat, or 'Kat's Tale' when stepped on
then asked 'What is the mat-ter'
[Or-One]
Witch's hungry howls for a 'Black Kat'
thirsty to mugg some new Witch...
costumed 'City Kat' on some 'White block',
draped in a black cape, on a black pitch
night, not Knight, all out of candy hard rock
'meow',
Which U hear- Ghostly bats or Witch's HELLO?
'WhO' me or BOO; on Fright Night’s city streets,
Witch Trick's or treat for pumpkin sweets...
which is, also known, in our City as Holloween.
We shouldn't be concerned why
why is this sky so blue
I
haven't got a clue,
You make me feel uncertain why
shall I rejoice, in my sorrow
I trusted you, while you let me down
so now I face tomorrow sadden,
by our loss of mistrust, so I frown
not to smile, no smile, no smile,
for I am blue over you, whom blew it,
say, misery needs company, our sky
You,
Me Too
Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,
Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes
A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win
time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature
It may only be virtuality, but to me,
when I pick-up where I left off...
from that poem journal you sent,
Why: My dreamy eyes see yours...
Your voice so soothing as I read
verse after verse, crystal clear
it’s as if each syllable I hear,
I picture you on my pillow, dear...
These words I want to tell you, I'm reading,
this ink as sunshine I'm touching did flow so...
colorful from your pen, this day I'm all aglow,
how you knew these right words I'm feeling...
as I read along, I'd truly like to know...
No one thing nor anyone has ever effected me,
quite this way, this imagery your verse paints ...
I feel 'faint, ' my heart is pounding as I long for,
more of your sweet expressions that come...
through each rhyming poem,
I'm full of your lovely passions,
I mark your words, in 'awe, ' feeling all...
I set these covers together, rest a little love,
all starts over, as I reach to pick up your call
Momma went trappin' till noon,
fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en gone fishin',
also trappin’ fat coon…
so she was a dragin' er ole’ berlap
full - of game, as well, 'like money in…
'er til' ~ by thee light, of ay full moon...
Seven siblings doin' chores causin'...
Momma needed money so soon,
Grandpa en a Pop'a were a knockin'
down all those logs - for Coors, quickly
Momma chasin' chickens, while rescelin'...
in there pen, en a sloppin' with all them hogs,
why she was buzy a slippin' en a slidein'...
into a sink hole, an a trippin' over pa’ pa's logs,
frogs were a jumpin', an a hopin'
right through her hands...
While Grandpa was a brewin',
good ale, a good tale fer Kentucky mash...
fer what she longed fer sure,
Momma ney're could save 'er cent of cash,
ner're enough mash-ale fer er dough, unerring
though ~ down to her country-store...
She went one misty ~ foggy mornin'...
into one of her swamp boats, all traps
all bottle ale, so Momma went a paddlin'...
certain, per'aps
fer her new pair, so needin’ of them
ere fancy laced ~ Combat Boots
“Now remember to call your Mom too”
Last night when I went to bed...
thought about what I'd said
I was wrong,
so...
{ I lay down an thought a letter }
~*~
Your my one, my only love...
I want to go back as before,
knowing it won't be long...
T'll
your sweet lips will caress
mine once more...
~*~
Oh my darlin' can't you see
I need your love, to eternity
I'll be true, so...
So to say...
~*~
too say,
"I love you dearly"
is better than just two words
yours...
Yours forever
My collie dog,
a mellon she has
seen, there...
her feeling very
Jolly...
my collie ate
that mellon,
was filled with...
melancholy,
somehow...
Now my collie in her
grave, for this...
mellon proved too
sour, now there...
on her gravestone,
appears
a Melon-Cauliflower
There once was a mouse that slipped off it’s pad
no problem - I’ll Click it back to where I was,
no need for worn old mouse I had...
wait a minute - I’m Clicking so much - I've eye soar
well that didn't set in clear...
Wow! my doc said “try these 'Google - Goggles'
perhaps - down loads are getting you down
this may help - McAfee anti virus I’ll Google
for those 'goggles' so you won’t get so daffy by dawn
late so confused :)
She said is a pad a place where a mouse lives?
will Mc Donald give me a virus at their pad - when I Click?
will those goggles - that Google will send change my life
my Doctor was not believing his ears...
" am I that - old fashion " said he
is that what I was hearing - all these years
maybe I should sit down on this cushion
From heaven above
through your Mother's love
in your brain somewhere
a melody is there"...
it's a true sound, of a beat, of a Drum
'where does this come from'...
Where? it came from? why, you tell me?
it's not in a box, no not under a tree
christmas or other, where could it be?
isn't in mother's hand, but it's a start
it was soothing sounds in her Heart
when you were in your nest...
where you lay dear, too rest
for nine months, THUMP THUMP THUMP