Best Dudes Poems
The work was hard out on the ranch, the days were hot an' dry,
An' fancy things you find in town had caught ol' Jim Bob's eye.
When evenin' came he'd sit the fence an' crave to see the sights,
To drive big cars to all the bars an' toast the city nights.
He had a gal he courted some, her name was Betty Lou.
She'd lived a spell in Angelo, had been to Lubbock, too.
Her face was fine, with freckled cheeks, her hair was done in style;
An' all her clothes had fancy brands that musta cost a pile.
Now, Betty Lou had set her sights to put her brand on Jim,
But he had things he had to do an' marriage weren't for him.
The world was callin'-out his name, he had some things to learn,
Some places that he had to see, 'some candles left to burn'.
Well, came a time, an' like you thought, he wandered off the range,
But ended up in Boston-town; now boys, that was a change.
He found a bar that looked real clean an' sauntered in the door;
He'as proud to be of Texas stock an' sallied to the fore.
A fancy feller slithered-up an' asked Jim to his place,
But when he put his hand on Jim's, he punched him in the face.
I guess that feller didn't know for what ol' Jim was known,
An' bein' green to city life, he'as best just left alone.
Right after Jim had took his shot that dude got mighty riled;
He punched Jim once an' kicked him twice, an' left him right defiled.
Jim left his mark, I guess you'd say, that feller's bloody clothes;
Cause when that feller swung his fist, Jim hit it with his nose!.
He'd never seen them fancy dudes, who act like girls an' such;
From what he knew, which wadn't squat, he didn't like 'em much.
He heard they'as sissies, frail an' weak, sashayin' as they walked.
They gossiped like some women-folk, an' giggled when they talked.
Well, when it all was said an' done, he helped Jim to his feet,
An' dusted off his shirt a mite, then smiled at him real sweet.
He told Jim 'bout a couple things he liked to do with males;
Now, one was such I won't repeat, but one was kickin' tails.
Well, boys I guess there's lessons here: be careful where you roam;
Don't wander off to Boston-town, if Texas is your home;
But if you do, stear clear of bars, an' this I would include;
Don't ever underestimate an' rile a fancy dude.
Feel um' sum mo',
get um in and out of the door's-
'cuz good company rages on...
When I am with um' I am on!
Wheel um to go...
Wind it back and drop the note,
'cause the krumpin' will dump out the mote!
Get um to flow-
careen on the boat,
get um feet first into the waters that you know,
...'cuz Jesus was dope,
he'd leave you gold,
he'd eat the whole stone.
Get um to know,
ask um' why you think you chose?
Click on his show
with a grisly remote,
see um' by the vote-
because...
He's seasonal boast,
he's Jesus doin' coke,
he's reasons to float,
he's beatin' me out of my boat,
makin' babies out of my jokes,
and baking a cake in my stove in my home.
My Dad came around the other day, on his Harley Davidson, all decked out.
The Trolls all came a running to see: what that load roar could be about.
They immediately became so very impressed, with my biker Dad, no doubt.
But it seems they’d never seen anything like: a shiny hog, that’s fully dressed out.
The bling on my Dad’s leather jacket, matched his helmet, and the bike.
And Man- Oh- Man, you can say… That’s exactly what, they really like!
That shiny hog was a gleaming, and made a special sound you can’t dislike.
Yes, a powerful engine, straight from heaven, had made this the perfect bike.
Now a Troll knows how to really roar… but could they also, tame this ride?
My biker Dad, a mischievous dude, was ready to help their biker souls arise.
He took them to the dealer… to help them find their wheels, so they could fly.
And sure enough, within a week… You could begin to hear their Great War Cries!
Now don’t you dare be frightened, it’s really not so bad, for all of us, you see…
They also found a biker bar, which plays Willie Nelson, by the hour, down the street.
From him they’ve learned to put together fundraisers, and biker run’s for charities.
And singing those, you done me wrong, country songs, are truly their specialty.
And though they love to travel… still, a lot of it’s for the He Manly show.
And the beer, pool, and fun, you know, only add more to the Willy Nelson zone.
Surprisingly, the biker chicks think, that to ride with them, is all the rage.
And the attention The Trolls, do garner lifts their spirits every day.
Thank goodness they still know, to find their way home, before the sun goes down…
Men and women
Boys and girls
Both of them
Make senses whirl
Beef and cheese
Two kinds of cakes
Some are smart
And some are flakes
Hunks and hotties
Lads and lasses
They make us say
"Look at those asses!!"
Pimps and whores
Knights and dames
They look for love
Don't care for names
Masculine and feminine
Just combine the two
Both of them will make
A perfect set of shoes
Boyfriend, girlfriend. Man and wife
No matter how it sounds
Just put the two together
And love will make its rounds
Rockman :-)
Dirty Dudes Club (Light Poetry) (Humorous)
Dirty Dudes Club looking for a new president
A dirty guy thinks he is a qualified resident,
He had not showered for the whole year
Nor wash his face, nor brush his teeth, everybody leer.
Guy sent an application to the Club
Describing he was dirty enough,
Lived all his life with raw dirtiest stuff,
On his head, full of lice and dandruff.
To emphasize he is the dirtiest, in all situation
He mentioned that he wrote this application
On a piece of paper he had used in toilet to wipe
To show, he is filthiest and dirtiest of all types.
Dirty Dudes Club rejected his application right away
Saying he is not even par with a mediocre member, in any way
And declared for all of us to remember forever
that all of their members, never cleaned themselves in toilets, ever.
Written by Dr Ko Ko Thein
Salt Lake City.
the crypt man walketh
the perch he lay bested once
he seen,the light passed
a millionaire richer than the king,
with innocence he is but masking,
that he is out to ruin the country,
in process will fill his own pantry!
he kicked out Boris to get to his chair,
the damage was too much to do repair,
now claims he grew up without Sky,
this lie has caught him open fly,
we know! though he speaks chocolate eclairs!
We want a leader honest and true,
such leaders in the UK are but few!
Rats and moles are dressed up as Lions,
Think of Uncle Scar by J Irons?
Foolish Dudes
Foolish dudes never have a clue
Shootin they own foot while stealin loot
Slappin chicks and yelling at kids
Actin like Ike Turner til she hits the skids
Bruisin up chicks givin out licks
Burnin bridges fatal decisions lights flick flicks
Now old all alone and scared
Askin why wifey ain't here
Messed up your blessing now she gone
Bet she not alone
She chillin with your bank account and house
No longer your bruised up spouse
Rewind time change your messed up ways
So she feel appreciated and then she'll stay
Wisin up, grow up and stop clingging to momma
Be that good man and poppa
LISTEN MAN
DON'T YOU
UNDERSTAND
WHAT THE SONG'S
REALLY ABOUT
BREAK MY HEART
FROM THE START
IT HAPPENED WHEN
YOU OPENED
YOUR MOUTH
DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME
I DON'T THINK YOU CARE
THE JOKES IN BELEIVING
YOUR HEART BREAKS
WHEN YOU'VE HEARD
THOSE NASTY THINGS YOU SAY MAN.
THOSE LITTLE INSULTS THAT MAKE
PEOPLE LAUGH.
I GOT ONE FOR YOU.
MY FOOT IN THE SEAT
OF YOUR PANTS.
BOOT COO LAY SHE DO
AH COUPER
SUPER DOPER LOOKER
SUM THANG LIKE AH PEPE!
I saw a report on the news today,
about what Social Media did.
People were yelling and screaming how,
they’re not babysitting our kid.
If you can’t control what your children watch,
while you live with them all day long.
Why are you blaming Social Media ,
when something they might see goes wrong.
If you don’t want them exposed to some things,
that some evil people might say.
Perhaps you should not give them a cell phone,
As a gift for their 5th birthday.
Deity Dudes
Do you believe some bearded deity
Looks after you with Love, and pity?
Do you believe this to be true?
Yet only while you love him too?
Isn't it odd – all the same,
you believe in god from where you came
And authority doth lie with old men that,
wear long gowns and amusing hats
Seems it began in them old bronze age days
Someone to blame for human pain
I think it might be even earlier still
when man first farmed and possibly tilled?
Plenty of time to watch cloud and star...
… following the reasoning thus far...?
Imagine a time to think and fret
about such things as life and death
If gods controlled man or hereafter
and everything else including weather
And as we played this philosophical game
other people did precisely the same
Resulting in damned religious wars
mine is real... sadly brother... not yours
they chat and do that
run like a rat
cool like a cat
but are fools
that think theyer cool
some or loner
part of the
DUDES ON THE CORNER
Us three dudes are favorite restaurant clientele
Managers come over to talk makes us feel special as hell
Like to think it's only me
But it's probably all three
Always ready to brighten the place in spite of our smell
songer.co/song/b1l03n2nn69hf6wkid4b9tlb
[Verse 1]
Hey dudes,
You ever feel small
Like the world’s too loud,
And none of it’s you at all?
Your dad said, stand tall,
But your heart just wants
To crawl out of that suit
And mean something.
Hey dudes,
I see you try
Swaggerin’ hard,
But blinkin’ shy.
Is there a man in there
Who knows how to cry?
Not just when your team loses,
But when you're dying
To be seen.
[Pre-Chorus]
I closed my door
Because the air outside
Said I should fold,
Smile small,
And let it slide.
But I was born loud.
Born stubborn.
Born with sparks between my teeth.
[Chorus]
Still, I believe in hands that don’t clench,
Eyes that don’t scan for prettier skin.
I believe in the man who waits—
Not for permission,
But for real connection.
Hey dudes…
Can you hear me yet?
[Verse 2]
Hey dudes,
You look so tired
Like your joy’s
On backorder.
You chase bodies.
Not voices.
You fear the ones
Who challenge your choices.
Hey dudes,
I’m not here to fix you,
Or burn for you,
Or shrink when you shine.
But if you’d stop the noise
I’m right here,
Soft thunder in a quiet storm.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’ve been called too much,
Too smart,
Too loud,
Too hard to love
By boys who never bothered
To dig beneath the loud.
Guess you missed the gold.
[Chorus 2]
Still, I believe in fires that last,
Not sparks that vanish after the laugh.
I believe in something slow and deep
Not just hands on skin,
But truths that keep.
Hey dudes…
Do any of you see that?
[Bridge]
Not your mirror,
Not your muse
I’ve got my own canvas,
My own bruises.
But dude, if you’d just sit with me
Not fix,
Not frame me
You’d find a treasure
Buried in the noise.
[Final Chorus]
I still believe in dusk-lit rooms,
In silence breaking into tunes.
In one voice—yours—saying I get it,
Not to win me,
But to really get it.
Hey dude…
Are you the one?
[Outro]
They called me Hope.
Not the soft kind.
The kind that stays.
Even when the fire goes out.
Even when no one comes.
Still waiting
For the one
Who sees the storm
And steps in anyway…
You’ll find me here!
Note: This song gives an inspirational wink to Pink Floyd’s “Hey You”
BACKBIRD BYE BYE
The morning dew was blue that morn
Purple was the lawn
The clouds threatened an angry sky
As the sun watched the moon finally die
The birds flew backwards instead of ahead
While the waves of the sea were made of lead
A tree arose and began to walk away
When dreams of darkness turned night into day
The majesty of music lost its muse
And each note had a black and very blue bruise
No symphonies played nor choirs sung
No lyrics o f love to float off my tongue
I beheld the amber shadows no longer so glamorous
But the buttercups remained ever amorous
‘twas a morn born and birthed of sorrow
And all a man like me can do is pray there is no tomorrow
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~