Best Deville Poems
Nearing four A.M. and closing time...
He says,"one more with double lime"
Meanwhile... brown eyes in the mirror gaze
She takes off his ring...puts on her face
Where makeup flows...more is required
Those telltale signs...sure cover hard!
Damn all those years...with pain condoned
She'll scream no more..She's got her going on
She's got her going on...in her silk Deville
Love pointed south...dressed fit to kill
Her cheeks are dry...her heart's a stone...
'Hell with goodbye..she's got her going on!
He runs to beg...It's past too late
Her burning tires.....Accentuate !
His staggered stare...meets the ice cold dawn
She's outta there...Got her going on!
Mid morning knock..at the front door
He smiles, "She's coming... back for more"!
Handcuffed.... in route...to his hoosegow home
He ain't getting out.... She's got her going on!!
She's got her going on...In her silk Deville.....
Love pointed south...dressed fit to kill
Her cheeks are dry...her heart's a stone
'Hell with goodbye...She's got her going on!
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Anti-Poem — “The Membrane Electric”
(Poet’s Instruction: Play “Two Thousand Light Years From Home” by The Rolling Stones, while reading this anti-Poem)
susie and billy tripping into arterial los angeles
sloshing their young gonads with diet-rite cokes
riding now in his ‘72 cadillac deville on highland
susie’s in the front seat wearing a pink mini skirt
she’s swaying madly to the outrageous music
creating stardust sandwiches for the bewitched
the stones are jamming on 8-track with majesties
jamming and scratching the membrane electric
keith playing electric bass now with a mind claw
relax baby this is music from the perfume places
the bending plastic places where time oozes onward
sprinkling the silent cosmos with this gushing music
this atomic slide with mick jagger and the blues boys
brian hypnotizing death with mellotron madness
it’s so very lonely when the streets aren’t blinking
susie and billy careening now past the neon tributaries
this stunning urban interlude with handjob milkshakes
hey baby relax let’s just kick back and ride this music
this very cool mind slosh with charlie and billy too
ride easy baby as we slide into the membrane electric
yeah honey we’re two thousand light years from home
susie’s swaying now closing her eyes loving the stones
If you're trying to push your Coupe' DeVille
from Panama City to Jacksonville
You've got to journey through Gadsden County.
So you better mind your P's and Q's
if you plan on driving through
and keep both eyes wide open for the County Mounty.
'Cause Gadsden County Jail's no place to be
it's overcrowded and dirty and it smells like pee
and every dime you have will surely be taken away.
They'll impound your car and arrest your wife
the kids will all get twenty-five to life
and your family will surely rue the day
You decided to take a Florida Vacation
and you all came back sentenced to probation
just because Gadsden County was on your way.
If you're guilty or not doesn't matter with them
their bank accounts are mighty slim
and they're gonna get your money whatever it takes.
There's a booking fee just to get you in
you gotta pay for your food which is awfully thin
so friend, avoid Gadsden County for goodness sake.
I've always been a mellow
type of fellow
Laidback like dem seats
in that Cadillac
Yeah! Real chill like that
sleek '73 Deville
Even as a little boy,
The jukebox was my toy
Sweet rhythms of life
abating all ills and strife
A manchild in a candy store
Robust bass, lovely strings, classy keys,
Harmonic horns...Need I say more?
No worries! I will continue___
so vast, so deep, so true
Riding that old country road,
just shaking off the load
Hip-Hopping to the urban ghetto
Tupac and Biggie fo sho'
Miles and Miles of Trane
jazzing through the sun and rain
Blues up, blues down, blues all around
Willie Dixon and that Chess Records sound
Feeling it deep in my spirit and heart
The voice of Mahalia Jackson I can't depart
Luther Vandross to Bob Marley
Bob James to Uncle Charlie
Madonna to Marvin Gaye
Earth, Wind & Fire to Coldplay
Jimi Hendrix to Janis Joplin
Stephanie Mills to Phil Collins
Blondie to Muddy Waters
Whitesnake to Crystal Waters
The Beatles to Bobby Bland
Sam Cooke to Duran Duran
Jackie Wilson to Jackson 5
Otis Redding to the Maroon 5
Cassandra Wilson to the Doobie Brothers
Earl Klugh to the Pointer Sisters
Regina Belle to James Brown
Patti LaBelle to Chris Brown
(Pause)
Man! I think I'd better stop
Before I start talking about Prince
and the King of Pop
But I have a confession to make
Please hear me out; it's not fake
I can't help it; I'm a melophile
Now, excuse me while I go tune
in for a while
Ouch,
The sting is beginning to slouch.
Settling in my throbbing head,
Mama, when can I just go to bed?
Cali, go clean this,
Don't just whine, never hiss.
All's you know is well,
Yes, mad'am, Cruella Deville.
Don't close your eyes,
The sun is still risen in the skies.
Kids, the kids everywhere.
Come on now, where are the hippies with their peace to share?
"That's MINE!"
No, little child. This fighting, this is not fine.
No matter the day,
No matter the way,
It'll be just as miserable, as the rain in May.
Cruella Deville, stop the orders,
You're stacking up my mentally disorders.
The shrieks, the fighting,
The freaks, the lighting.
How so relevant?
It's under the roof, my only element.
No place to escape,
Orders and folders left over my head to drape.
What's ironic is I have to leave,
My mother says I have a room to clean.
Old tucker brown wanted to
Go fishing,
He sat and planned his day
Of activity,
He got his fishing gear, with
His rubber boots in hand,
“Oh my gosh”
It is pouring cats and dogs,
Maybe a Cadillac,
One……
At the most, do not know the
Color…
For the clouds were so very
Black..
Well,
At least he thought it was,
You could see his anticipation
As he looked out the window
The excitement aroused as
A rainbow appeared..
He cried out…
With a big yell..
While the wind cease to
Sway….
Clouds dissipated over the little
Fishing pond..
Down the hill….
Well now, it stop pouring cats
And dogs..
Therefore, he kept the Cadillac, which
Color I do not know..
“Oh My Lordy”
Indeed, it is a miracle for the big
Guy, seen fit to pour him out a
Coffee color Cadillac,
Four door Deville…
A platter of catfish and the
Trimmings
Even a shrimp or two
My God, who can ask for
Anything more,
Except for me a pearl color
Escalade…
I wish…
But the story is about old
Tucker Brown...
My first car was a '67 Deville
I really thought I was cool
Til everybody started laughing at me
When I drove that thing to school
Then I bought a used taxi cab
With the sign still on the side
But everybody kept waving me down
So I finally got rid of that ride
I was still in high school back in 1979
When I bought me a pick-up truck
You could see the road thru the floor board
So when it rained I was out of luck
I ended up with Volkswagon bug
And, well, I'm 6 foot 3
So, you can probably read between the lines
It was a little too small for me
I was considered a ladies man
Well, until my car got there
Then I was cursed with the shampoo bug
They remembered they had to wash their hair
I didn't have much luck with women
But the good Lord knows I tried
I guess that's the end of my story
So tell me, what was your first ride
(To be sang to the tune of Cruella De Ville)
Priscilla DeVille, Priscilla DeVille
If she doesnt marry you another one will
to date her is a costly bill
priscilla, priscilla
shes like an widow waiting for the will
look out for priscilla deville
at first you'll think priscilla is just fancy
but after shes got you to kiss and thank
you come to realize shes broken many guys
shes even cleaned you out at the bank!!!
This gold digger, this no good lying witch
thinks shes cool but shes realy just a
your life was good and calm until
priscilla, priscilla deville
My first car was a '67 Deville
I really thought I was cool
Til everybody started laughing at me
When I drove that thing to school
Then I bought a used taxi cab
With the sign still on the side
But everybody kept waving me down
So I finally got rid of that ride
I was still in high school back in '79
When I bought me a pick-up truck
You could see the road thru the floor board
So when it rained I was out of luck
I ended up with Volkswagon bug
And, well, I'm 6 foot 3
So, you can probably read between the lines
It was a little too small for me
I didn't have much luck with women
But the good Lord knows I tried
I guess that's the end of my story
So tell me, what was your first ride
She can hear Elvis Presley in her earphones,
A gramophone is playing on the table
There's a Chelsea poster on the wall,
And the forgotten black phone rings.
He wore flared trousers and grew a mustache
His cassette player sings: "Mr. Sandman",
The floor clock in the apartment is ticking,
And the movie goes with Audrey Hepburn.
It is always tuned to its own wave,
And he's an avid Castaneda fan,
They will meet in tobacco captivity,
And there will be love in the retro style.
Their meeting is like a distortion,
As if time has gone backwards,
Love turned on the imagination
And connected the unusual again.
He rode up to her in a Deville,
She dressed like Marilyn Monroe
They spent everything they had saved,
They got married quietly in the office.
Blonde with peroxide in her pocket,
And the dude with the cigar in his hand,
Found each other in a retro fog,
And together we went on the road to the dream.
Imagine if you will.
by Sue Ella DeVille on Thursday, January 5, 2012 at 3:07am
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Imagine if you will.... being young, beautiful, living life on top of the world. Imagine thinking the world is the best place to be. Imagine hearing the phone ring, its your best friend, your mother, her comforting voice that means everything will be ok. But its not. Imagine if you will hearing a trembling voice, one thats always happy but this time its not, its the voice of death calling. Susie, your oak tree is dying. Imagine now that your world has crashed, came to a stop, hurt and confusion set in. Momma, please dont go, I dont know my way, I need you. "baby, lean on your family, theres a whole forrest of trees". Imagine if you will, the long quiet drive, 6 hours of silence, just to hear people talking thru the curtians, whispers," Is that the children? what will happn to them? oh, theyre old enough to fend for themselves" but still, we are numb. Imagine if you will, a Priest rambling on, banging on inscents, walking around the box that holds her, we watch yet I have no memory, only of the numbness. Imagine now coming home, alone, just wanting to grab something of hers, just to smell her, feel her, touch her one more time, But theres nothing. an empty house. Its all gone. "You dont deserve anything! you are a bad child, I will decide who can have her things" Imagine now if you will, nothing, nothing to touch, nothing to feel, nothing to smell. everyone has gone, you're a kid, sitting on the step of an empty house. alone. no forrest, just an empty field (I wrote this July 8th, about 5 years ago on the 25th anniversary of her death, I sent it in a letter & then I destroyed the original, it was to painful to remember. She's in my head once again pushing me to write my trouble & my feelings, she does this to me when i need her most, she's still a good momma to me)
They abuse us in
many forms with intent
to strip us of dignity then
snatch away our lives
They return with red and
blue apologies they
watered with white lies
Cohorting us into accepting them
as the prickly thorns once
again draws blood
We sit and expect them to change
They never do
The mistreatment never ceases
No accountability taken
for any wrongdoing
Once we face the fact
America is the biggest narcissist
we'll stop waiting quietly for change
and fight back to ferociously take it
Sink our teeth in their jugulars
and repossess the power
taken from our ancestors
by their narcissistic forefathers
--LaLa DeVille
©6-6-2020
I think Annie is going to shoot me.
She smiles and winks;
this is what she does best,
the little lady is deadly accurate
and pert with it.
She takes aim. "Right ear." She says.
Bang! Her Winchester
explodes my ear.
She laughs girlishly
tells me to wake up,
but the dream is way too interesting
and I stand there dripping blood
until she magically replaces it.
We go to a lake,
recline on a mattress of meadow daisies
while she relates her life story,
I already know it
and just want to make out.
Annie sings a lullaby
a crow taught her in the Ohio wilderness.
"Would you rather have a 1960's
Coup Deville Cadillac
or me?" She says suddenly.
My hesitant silence speaks volumes.
I ask: What color?
The feisty gal
kisses me with her Kathrin Hepburn lips,
then shoots my ear off again.
To Be sung to Cruella DeVille song
Marietta DeVil, cut snip
Marietta DeVil, Marietta DeVil
She wants nibble of meat, pregnant pulse vile to fill
Just an itty bitty bite to kill
Marietta, Marietta
Bile swine and dine on rinds her favorite thrill
She coming it’s Marietta DeVil
Some say, you folly Marietta will skin you
Bat leather time has you tanned a new hue
Right before you die, she muses as glaze fills both eyes
Weeping willow crepuscular era epoch
This grotesque, this villainous
This sick twisted augmented monstrosity
Will make you bleed while she feasts
Marietta, Marietta De Vil
WELL I NEVER DROVE CALL ME OLD SCHOOL BUT I WAS BORN AT HOME IN BLIZZARD 1963 IN CHICAGO DURING A CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS SADLY IT WAS DANGEROUS I WENT TO HEADSTART IN DARK SEDANS WITH FOUR GUARDS IN DARK GLASSES IT WASN'T SAFE TO DRIVE I GREW UP IN A ERA WHERE CAR BOMBS IGNITED KINDERGATERS IN CHURCHES KIDS WERE BEING DRAGGED BY POLICE CARS SIRENS FIRE TRUCKS I NEVER FELT THE NEED TO DRIVE I WAS ALWAYS CAR SICK ALLERGIC TO GAS AND FUMES I JUST THOUGHT CAR WERE DIRTY GREASEY I CAN'T HELP IT SO FUNNY I GREW BELIEVING WOMEN SHOULDN'T GET THIER WHITE GLOVES DIRTY PUMPING GAS OR GET WRINKLES FROWNING IN TRAFFIC HONKING HORNS O THOUGHT WERE MEAN YELLING SCREAMING IMPATIENT PEOPLE AS A LITTLE GIRL I MADE UP MY MIND I EOULD NEVER DRIVE BESIDES BACK THEN MEN DROVE SEDANS STATION WAGONS OR THE NEXT BEST THING YELL TAXI AFTER GROWING UP MY ANXIETY JUST WOULDN'T LET ME DRIVE I COULDN'T SEE MYSELF DRIVING SO NO I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD DRIVING A CHEAP HYUNDAI FUEL COVERED A HONDA A GAS GUZZLING FORD A SLOW DRIVEN WATERBED CALLED A LINCOLN CONTINENTAL I LOVED THE CADILACS MY FAVORITE WAS THE SEDAN DEVILLE THE COUP DEVILLE WHAT ABOUT THE ELECTRIC 225 HUGE CAR MY UNCLES DROVE THISE ON THE SOUTH SIDE OF CHICAGO WHEN THEY WEREN'T DRIVING ICE CREAM TRUCKS WE WOULD ROLL TO JACK N THE BOX IN GERMANY I ROAD THE STRASAS THE MONORAIL INTO ITALY I ADORE TRAINS I FEEL BLESSED THAT I NEVER DROVE A CAR I CERTAINLY HAVE NO NEED TO START SO PLEASE DON'T THREATEN ME WITH YOUR INITIALS JCBHPADTWNYQ KIND OF STUPID BUT IT IS WHAT IS I LOVE WALKING RIDING MY SCHWINN WITH A BASKET FUMES ARE DREADFUL I LITERALLY HAD TO CARRY BARF BAGS RIDING WITH FATHER GRANDFATHER UNCLES FUMES VETY HARSH WHEN YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO CARBON MONOXIDE I AM BLESSED I HAVE ALWAYS HAD A DRIVER 1963 LINCOLN TORQUOISE ENTERIOR I THANK GOD I WAS WELL PROTECTED FOR RECORD I NEVER KNEW INTITIALS WERE USED TO SIGN DRIVERS LICENSE I THOUGHT INTITIALS WERE FIR INSURANCE DOCUMENTS AND FRAUDULENT DOCUMENTS WOW INTITIALS ON DRIVERS LICENSE OKAY I WILL PASS THAT ON GOOD INFO TO KNOW