Best Gaga Poems
I am stuck in an elevator with Cher, Tina Turner, Bette Midler,
Pink, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga when
Liza Minnelli drops in from a tiny opening in the roof.
We all scream “LIZA!” and then we whip out our instruments.
To be fair, I do not have one to whip out, but I find a spoon in my purse
And a lid to a small sauce pan.
Please do not ask.
This would add to my embarrassment.
They start saying “how about this one?” until Pink wins.
We sing her songs - all of them, but stop playing in the third set.
“Who is clapping off rhythm?” It boils down to me.
The elevator roof trap door opens and Willie Nelson arrives.
He and I agree we are on rhythm
All the rest of them are off rhythm.
Someone reaches to dial the emergency phone,
but I bite off their hand.
Singing of love on a summer’s day
She decided it was stupid, and quickly said
Why do so many women think it’s the only way?
If they don’t have a man they want to be dead?
She packed up her sense of excitement and happy guitar.
Being her own person, she reinvented herself.
Her old friends were excited. “Lady Gaga is a star!”
Some feeling sad, they had settled for a spice rack and shelf.
She sang of her trial and tribulations, other people’s too.
Designing her own clothes, she showed a daring outrage.
She was upbeat and positive; her songs were sassy, not blue.
All other women should take out her book and study a page.
She does not settle, she blazes her own unique path.
Stupid love she sings at the top of her lungs, scaring men all around.
She does not wait for others, and cares not about their wrath.
Even her enemies have to admit she is the best entertainer in town!
Huggies pull ups,size 6 to 10 months,
Crawling around, had a sudden attack,
High quality,Huggies air lock,
Bubu,bubu,back again Mr Mention,
Mummy told grandma you were overseas,
Gaga,gaga,gaga but auntie told Tony,
You got a 3 months sentence,
Dudu,dudu,pampas need changing,
Baby wipes,dada,dada,dada,
Get rid of this strange thing,
Here comes mom,baby start smiling,
Mama,mama,mama,mama start working,
Giggle,giggle,dirty pampas off,
Uhgu,ughu,ughu,baby oil wiping,
Hands raise to heaven,new pampas on,
Tee,tee,tee,a bottle,a few gentle rocks,
Twep,twep,finger in mouth,both eyes locked,
One last sentence,bugu,lugu,bugu,
Later,gonna take a nap....
Six plumed vamps, posed on pointe,and smiled lewdly at the judges.
Girls stumbled across the stage and collapsed into a feather heap.
Audiences went goo-goo for their camp twist on Lady Gaga.
For Rick Parise Siju contest
Six plumed vamps, posed on pointe,and smiled lewdly at the judges.
Girls stumbled across the stage and collapsed into a feather heap.
Audiences went goo-goo for their camp twist on Lady Gaga.
For Rick Parise Siju contest
Nobody knows why the sun shine.
But it does every day it is not pouring outside.
What a life to excite?
I got my man on my mind.
Everybody wants a part of the fame.
Want me to love them as my friend.
But in my spare time, I have to live my life.
Come in and be my entertainment.
Let me laugh at your humor.
Let me enjoy who I am.
I am the show stopper and you are my fan.
Anyone would know that I am to adore.
That is as Adele or Lady Gaga.
I am the Big Band Queen spanning trees.
Just like in other music genres.
Genres are Pop and Big Band.
I am in those mediums.
Come in and be my entertainer.
Make yourself more than an amateur.
I am fortunate to be so adorn.
I love to give back the same aura.
This is a tribute to Adele and Lady Gaga.
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Written 4 November, 2015!
Since the time I was wearing a bib,
I was wise to the guys. That’s no fib!
“Hey, Baby,” I’d say,
“Come on over and play.
You just meet me tonight in my crib!”
And while most kids were learning to poo,
I was thinking up poems by age two.
I could coo a sweet verse
With no need to rehearse
Saying things like, “I’m gaga for you.”
I was writing my lines by age three
And creating sublime poetry.
First boys and then men
I caught with my pen.
LADY Gaga of verse now: that’s me!
For Susan Burch's
Ridiculous Self Exaggerations Poetry Contest
And now for PD's anything Goes!!!
a gaga gadfly
on a water buffalo
touch me not, i rule
He wears a frame upon his eyes,
None knows where the glasses are;
His earrings are oysters’ shells,
Singing as cymbals after him.
On his head are weedy locks,
Each strand knitted with rainbow beads
And with a cut from bicycle tube,
He binds them upon his neck.
His suit will win a queen,
With a thrilling inner shirt;
But trust our man with his feet,
Left is leather, right is rubber.
Arresting my spy he presses:
Knowing you not Lady Gaga ?
What's so great about Lady Gaga's hit single, "Bad Romance," is that of its nightclub scene. Her music video had seen on MTV and YouTube.com. When everyone is listening to "Bad Romance," it's like he or she is at one of those awesome nightclubs in Miami, Florida, at 12 midnight EST. It seems that Lady Gaga has outdone herself, especially when she's supporting the LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, and/or transgender) community and stuff. The "Bad Romance" song and music video has a lot of vibes within the instrumentals and a lot of techno music, even when her fans are in Japan. And when everyone is listening to "Bad romance," it's like driving a Nissan 350Z on the streets of Los Angeles, California, on a Saturday night. "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga has also been the best music video and hit single everyone's seen and heard, even me. It looks like the entire music scene will be getting and seeing more of Lady Gaga and other female artists, including Ke$ha. Boy, if Lady Gaga were to make more dance-techno music videos for MTV, that would be great. I wish I had all three of Lady Gaga's albums.
His nostalgic wealth still stinks strongly on him:
The rusted gold on his neck and fingers,
Sliver cap he wears, they vouch for his past;
Lord Gaga was once a fabulous man.
In his fall ,Gaga becomes a dead gaint
And many call him a fallen angel ;
He now has followership in jestry,
They come to laugh at his buffoonery.
His calamity started that same day ,
The very day he raped his two sisters
Who later went to their father's graveyard
And asked the dead to judge accordingly.
First he lost his strenght and his memory
Then fire razed down his farms and his estates
The dead put hate between him and his wives
Who now with their children abandon him.
Today lord Gaga sleeps by the goat side
So everybody comes to learn from him
And when one has the trait of pride they warn :
Lord Gaga was once a fabulous man.
Kayod5
Iambic Pentameter
A fictitious character 2
Dec 20th,2014.
To call her weird is a misnomer.
If you've seen her you know what I mean!
She calls herself Lady GaGa
and she dresses like it's Halloween!
I first saw her on "The Late Show".
She was there as Letterman's guest.
I couldn't detect any talent at all,
although I did try my very best.
The "clothes" she had on were something to see.
She surely got dressed in the dark!
Had she uttered "trick or treat" or maybe a "boo"
I'd have considered the whole thing a lark!
What's sad is, she seemed to be serious,
even though she looked like a clown.
I"m not sure the guards at the asylum
should allow her out on the town!
Apparently she claims she's a singer.
If you ask me that's up for debate.
From the little bit that I've seen and I've heard,
her singing ain't really that great!
All this is just my opinion.
I know that her fan base is strong.
What I don't understand and what boggles my mind,
is how everyone of those fans can be wrong!
I don't know why I wrote this piece?
It makes no sense, indeed.
She could care less if I like her or not.
Plus, This is very boring to read!
I apologize to you my friends.
I didn't mean to waste you time.
When I saw her, I just went "GaGa"
and almost lost my mind!
a colour blindness
without patronization
rock and roll my king
listening to its vinyl
long before the video
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Strumming the strings of a guitar.
Staring at the flame wondering where you are.
Stuck on you like fly paper.
I can't shake the thought of you.
Looking out the window staring at the stars.
I feel you in my veins, I feel you on my lips.
Patiently waiting by the phone.
Hoping one day you'll call, just to say hey!
Supposing anyone like you could ever love someone like me.
It's stupid I know, but I can't help but feel inadequate when I'm next to you.
Trying to shake this love sickness.
Enough of these thoughts unabated it's time to get situated.
Tuning the thought of you out of earshot.
Turning the t.v. & stereo on, trying to flood my head with static noise--
To quiet the memory of you.
Listening to Ke$ha Take It Off.
Watching Khourtney & Khloe Take Miami.
I still see you in the back of my mind.
There with your smile so warm & your voice so kind.
If only I could go back & rewind:
Press replay & play the fool.
I know I can feel so cold & over-brimmingly full of myself, but be patient.
Everything I do is an act.
Entertaining the masses with my mystique & ahead of its time sense of humor.
I'm not full of drama, just full of commas.
Do I wear you out?
Am I too out there for for your conservative values?
When the cameras roll I need to find my light, I need to hit my marks just right.
A professional at heart; I hit like an unexpected tidal wave tearing your little world apart.
Don't take everything I have to say to heart, I don't know what I'm saying half the time.
Just empty dribble running from my mouth.
I need a true friend, a steel love.
Nothing I ever do is enough for me.
I need to be something more, so much more.
I hear you knocking at my door, trying to ignore you like I did before.
I need you lying on top of me to stop these rhetoric spasms from shooting out my mouth.
How I'd love to just give in to you.
To surrender everything I am to you.
If you find this letter, I hope you see things clearer.
Just know I'm Lady Gaga in love with you.
I really hate Pop stars
They are like incest siblings from mars
Sleeping around with everyone
Shaving their heads for fun
If your lucky they'll expose a teet
And expose pantiless pic's on a tweet
Watch out and be careful of the whimsey
For they all are procreated by Disney
Next thing ya know
They are marshmellow treats in your cereal bowl
Beware of the antique dolls
For endorsement deals will lead them to your mall
Who should stop this travesty in our homes?
It sure as hell ain't gonna be the man who changed his name 1000 times from combs
Where is this midget known as Justin Bieber?
Off with his head with a meat cleaver!
I could gone on with the pop culture life that is a bore
But what's that you say?.... it's time for Jersey Shore!
I hate to be so hypocritical and lame
But anything a hit on MTV, so them we can't blame