Best Cosby Poems
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Knowing this
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
Well, drip the juice
turn off your
Sunday suits
Fried chicken crackling
Rerun, what's happening
Brothers givin dap again
ain't no O'Jay
whistlin
back stabbin-in
Bill Cosby
found a friend again
Fat Albert
workin off pork rinds
and gubment
cheese
sinners gettin
on knees
Faith returned
Heaven turned warm
Just a little sumthin
sumthin
remindin us how
a man's actions
added volume
to his words
Kids were seen
not heard
and grandma
kept couches
wrapped in Saran
wrap.
I'd give a limb
to see a kid
climb a tree again.
Sweet bye and bye
days gone by.
Grab a palm leaf and
wave it on Sunday
We live in a world
with so many
discrepancies
God has abandoned
Sunday and puts in
work Monday
through Saturday.
Cotton field
work ethic
and a King's
mentality
We need to overcome
One mo gen.
I'd rather see
the human race win
than watch another
Superbowl commercial
Facts of life
that feel like lies.
A Mason jar,
Fireflies and a dad
changing diapers
were such good times
The Keystone Cops were funny,
Chaplain, Keaton, Lloyd, and Fields too.
Laurel and Hardy, and Will Rodgers,
Were just some of the names we knew.
Who can forget the Stooges,
Or all the pies we saw them throw?
Who didn't laugh at the Brothers Marx,
Or Abbot and Costello?
Berle, Caesar, Skelton, Crosby and Hope,
Could always bring a tear.
So could Allen, Paar, Kovacs, and Carson,
As we guffawed ourselves to the floor.
Gleason had Carney, Martin had Lewis, Lucy had Desi,
George had Gracie, and Burnett had her crew.
While Cosby, Pryor, and Murphy,
All taught us to laugh anew.
Cohen, Benny, Youngman, Diller, Rickles, Hackett, and Winters,
Are some of the names we recollect.
Everyone fell out of their chairs,
When Rodney "Got no respect"!
Today we have Billy, Whoopi, Robin, and Dave,
Leno, Rodriguez, Wallace, Jeni, Wright, and too many more to name.
But each still works to bring us laughter,
Today, their job's the same.
They poke fun at life's human side,
As did the jester who first began the gaff.
So when the comic entertains us with his work,
All we can do is laugh.
They see laughter and hear our smiles,
Whether they are "Stand Up" or "Situational" workers.
They take the pulse of every audience,
To see if there are any shirkers.
But "Laughter is the Best Medicine",
A saying that is all but true.
So, don't be afraid to let your bellyaches come from laughter,
When a comic entertains for you.
The Keystone Cops were funny
Chaplin, Keaton, and Fields too.
Laurel & Hardy and Will Rogers
were some of the names we knew.
Who can forget the Stooges
or all the pies we saw them throw.
Who didn't laugh at the Brothers Marx
or Abbot & Costello?
Berle, Caesar, Crosby & Hope
could always bring a tear.
So would Allen, Paar, Kovacs, and Carson
as they guffawed us to the floor.
Gleason had Carney, Martin had Lewis, Lucy had Desi
and Carol Burnett had her crew.
Cosby, Pryor, and Murphy
all taught us to laugh anew.
Cohen, Benny, Diller, Rivers, and Rickles
are names that we recollect.
Who wouldn't fall out of his chair
when Rodney "Got no respect."
Let's not leave out any of the Brits as
Benny Hill, Mr. Bean, and the Two Ronnies were funnier than some.
Their take on humor was a bit different from our own
But that's why we had such fun with Faulty Towers and Monty's Python.
We have had Billy, Whoopi, Robin, and Carlin,
Johnny, Jay, Dave, and too many more to name.
But each still brings us laughter,
Today their job's the same.
They still poke fun at life's human side
as did the jester who first began the gaff.
So, when a comic entertains you...
Be generous with your laughs.
Trump wanted to be a sperm whale
But Bill Cosby kept flipping him tail
Although both are deranged
The climate has changed
Now trans genders send them Email
Jung coined the term ‘synchronicity’,
Never really thought it applied to me.
Somebody crazy, maybe? Not me!
Coincidence they’ll have you believe.
Each segment is a memory
Brought through the veil by synchronicity.
Disparate pieces woven in this tapestry
To summon forth my destiny.
There was this time I spent in the navy
When an old mariner with hands like bark
Took me to the planks of the Victory.
While the blue moon watched, Horatio talked
And we sang with the angels to be free.
How did I remember? How could I have known?
Two fore-guns brought the flagship down.
The sniper flash, the Admiral’s gone!
Wrapped in secret song,
The synchronicity song.
Cosby and a cosmic message, 200 miles per hour,
Over carpet under couch vinyl would appear,
Proof of my predictive powers
In the story told just minutes before
And we sang astronomically!
The number two revealed the past,
Natal chart already cast,
A voyageur to life, at last,
I sang a French River song,
The synchronicity song.
Eighteenth century New France,
Two young lovers in the throes of romance
Separated by the Montreal fire
Never consummated their burning desire.
Three hundred years later, two souls found,
Lives all twisted, love turned around,
Four people caught by destiny
The signs were all clear in astrology
All hearts witness tragedy
To sing the saddest songs,
This synchronicity song.
a woman ask whats wrong with me
that some thing is not the same
she said she still see the fire
but what happen to the flame
her words take me by surprise
because i didn't notice this before
so i start looking at my self
but cant find the kaz groove no more
lately i been under the weather
with some normal daily stress
but i never let it affect me
because i always rise to the test
now this person in front the mirror
looks like some one i know
but i don't recognize him
where did the kaz groove go
the kaz is really a cool guy
just like a cold Carib beer
but i not see the kaz groove again
looks like he drop it somewhere
he use to be a ladies candy
with words sweet like honey
but now he is like a dinner mint
with no sugar like a diet Pepsi
i,m not seeing the kaz groove
that he always have with him
or maybe he is giving it a rest
and just keeping it hidden
he came from Trinidad with the groove
and he use it across america
the kaz groove was a chick magnet
like a Mercedes Benz and BMW motorcar
the kaz won dancing competitions
and won best looking at a bazaar
and when goes disco dancing
they use to call him John Travolta
he always have the groove with him
and the girls like him every where
the kaz was like a rear bottle of wine
but now he is just like a Mexican beer
the girls use to ask him out
he never once ask a girl for a date
the kaz groove was like a treat
you would see on the ladies plate
he use to be a fashion designer
making suits and beautiful women dress
and if you ask any one in Trinidad
they would he say the kaz was the best
and any sports games he played
he was always the best naturally
and every thing he cooks is so tasty
and some say he writes some nice poetry
"i love myself better than i love my self "
a big hit song by comedian bill Cosby
that song bring out a 'dog dance competitions
and the kaz clean house and take the trophy
the kaz with the smooth dancing move
and the original heart breaker
i don't see him these days at all
looks like he moving undercover
where has the kaz groove gone?
maybe the winter is to cold
and he saving it for the spring break
to bring back the kaz groove to the world
i know very soon the grove will be back
but i just have to wait and see
because i know the kaz groove
is here to stay till eternity
We should eat turkey once a week
And not just once a year.
I'd eat ev'ry part (but not the beak)
And wash it down with beer.
Thursday's the day that I propose
We eat this weekly feast.
Because as far as events go,
Poor Thursday has the least.
Lethargic Fridays would be implied,
(You'd need a day to recover.)
Thanksgiving would fall right in stride
So whaddaya say, turkey lover?
How do we make it official? I don't know what the laws be.
Thursday needed a lift ever since the last episode of Cosby.
It's Wine & Brie, When You're 53
Fifty-three's All Jive,
When Mom of the Cosby Five,
Squattin' on Dunellen Drive.
Fifty-three's Germ Free,
Periodic Number in Chemistry,
Of Tincture O'Iodine.
Firstborn at 5 Club Road,
Number 5 of 5 Toads,
Hil's "High 5" Unloads.
Her B'Day's Twelve Twenty-Eight,
Her Gifts, Poverty is Great,
'Cuz Xmas is also Late.
John, Ellie, Sam N'Will,
Fill Hil's Moonshine Still,
Witch's Brew, Loch Raven Swill.
Economist, Health Career,
Researcher Extraordinaire,
And Badminton Player.
To Kill a Bird Mockin',
Hil and Scout Won in '61,
Both Enjoyed Tom-Boy Fun.
This Poem's Far from Great,
'Specially Since It's a Day Late,
But it's Haiku Which Ain't Fishbait!
wabba ubba my cousin bubba
just playing and do some rubba dubba
hop in and join me in this bigga tubba
Obba kayba ready for my rubba
waita tilla the kids hear about our
new wabba ubba bubba clubba
hubba bubba fat albert my chubba
youa bringa youra little yellow subba
youra going to sink our tubba
with all that blubba
hey hey hey watch out whatcha saybba
old weird Harold will dubba on that rubba
while mushmouth and russell wait at the clubba
for dumb donald to finish that other tubba
Causea me lovesa all my chubbas
givin fat albert thosea nicea rubba dubbas
Tribute To Fat Albert
And
The Cosby Kids
Fat Albert Mushmouth Dumb Donald
Russell Weird Harold Bill Rudy Buck
Mudfoot The Brown Hornet Legal Eagle
Senator Lindsey Graham is crackers
As are all those Bill Cosby backers
Females are not toys
For abuse by boys
Who are clearly sadistic bushwhackers!
Zibbity Zabbity.
Zoomity Zoo.
I'm Bill Cosby.
How about you?
I took my meds.
Without any food.
And now I'm kooky.
I'm not a dude.
This poem is stupid.
It's not even a poem.
I'm eating a sandwich.
on a bagel.
The end.
I said, "They're opportunists"
when just a few accused,
but soon a throng of sixty-plus
cried out, "We've been abused!"
His reputation's gone to pot.
Cliff Huxtable--he's not.
29 words written for the Fallen in 25-30 Words Poetry Contest
Bill Cosby played Dr. Cliff Huxtable on "The Cosby Show" (1984-92).
Janice Canerdy December 1, 2015
Here, take this blue pill
It’ll take the edge off ...
of this, I’m certain it will
That’s alright, it’s safe
Dr. Huxtable would know,
I’ve played the good doctor on television before
Here, take the sky color pill
with a glass of champagne
It will help you to relax,
take the edge off ...
If you start to feel a little woozy,
that’s alright, just lay back
and let the good doctor examine you
It’s okay to take a little snoozy
Let me put your dress on the clothes rack,
so Doctor Hux can get a better look to see what to do
That little smurf colored pill
should be kicking in right about now
Just relax, here take another sip —
let it take the edge off ...
It’s good to watch those inhibitions drop,
don’t worry, the good doctor here
won’t let that bad Cosby guy put a hand on you
No need to remember this private session we just had
Everything is confidential cool
Before you leave, would you like another bubbly glass,
what’s that you say?
Oh, the champagne trip to the blue moon was a blast
Say what again,
the good doctor did what?
He gave you another colored pill, for which you didn’t ask
And he had you drink from his personal flask
Okay, now don’t go getting mad ...
remember dear,
Cosby here is a good television dad
here came cummings at thirteen
an iconoclast when ikons (in a
russian sense) for me only
could stimulate edward estlin with his
speakeasy disdain at a time when
cash and cosby still swayed liberated
my captive sensibility but wait
there
was
more…
williams with his wheel barrow
red rain and white chickens
so much depended on joyces
confabulation of language modern
once along with living by
green stein and anderson and
papa plain faulkner southern
strange pounds petals recall
basho dragonfly cuckoo cicada
in
no
time
symmetry matters
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