Best Hydro Poems
Hydro bill
Visa bill
Food bill
Toilet paper bill
Heating bill
Wine bill
Car bill
Phone bill
Clothing bill
Duck bill
Buffalo bill
Entertainment bill
Anti acids tablets bill
Insurance bill
Bar bill
House bill
Weed bill
Bakery bill
Starbucks bill
Medical bill
Psychotic drugs bill
Dental bill
Legal bill
( for murdering dentist)
Lawn bill
Maid bill
Sexy maid bill
Super sexy maid bill
Misc hookers bill
Feminists lawsuit bill
Internet bill
Cable bill
Speeding ticket bill
Second speeding ticket bill
(to pay first bill)
Drivers license bill
Tic-Tac bill
Kidney replacement bill
Second wine bill
Netflix bill
Barber bill
Uber bill
Russian translation bill
Predator Bill
Y-Bush bill
Donald Trump
Assassination bill
Legal bill
Alimony bill
Stormy bill
(read like bob dylan talk-sings)
back of the property there's a rattle of crows...
could be that wolf that was walking down the road...
this morning...look'n quite pleased with itself...
like it just ate...big smile and a trot that'd stop any car
and make ye stare...at natures spectacle look'n back at you
in yer machine...float'n down a gravel road...and wolf's thinkin...
man's fly'n but he can't catch me i've seen these things tangled up in trees...
along the road that is...lights flash'n sirens blast'n people die'n...freeze
or thaw...nature deals with interlopers...across her wilds...and territories..
stan sand
It's not personal, it's business,
says the guy overcharging you.
Knowing you'll begrudgingly pay:
they keep squeezing until you're broke.
You cringe inside each time you hear:
it's not personal, it's business.
And yet, partial payments increase
the amount owed on their ledger.
With no job, you live off food banks
and grift on the street for your rent.
It's not personal, it's business;
doesn't help when your hydro gets cut.
Society's a heartless beast;
that chews up souls and spits them out.
And as life beats you down, you hear
it's not personal, it's business.
Arizona Heat, packing it hard
Deeper then the deepest Chocolate Windows
Framed by long lashes, ebony compassions
Dying souls oppressed by more than the hotness of the night
Mocha Skin in Summertime
Let’s Roll
Impala, Hydro, wood grain and leather
Hot, baby, Bump it louder
Stolen speakers bump it best
West Coast, East Coast, Southwest
Greenback, wetback
Brown on Brown
Murder, it’s a homicide
Of the cruelest kind
Dark Reactions
Light is no longer required here
One cannot see what isn’t supposed to be seen
Here on the borders of AZ, the grim reaper
Reaps openly
Fluctuating from victim to victim
Cherry Red Silvery distain
Drips from guns
Bang, Bang, Bang
Pull the Trigger
Drugs are no longer sins but saviors
Sell them, deal it
Steal it all
Survival Of The Fittest
Mm, it’s hot, so hot, hot
Steamy sweaty Sin
Sultry music, sexy women
Tequila, Tecate, Paradise for some
The Heat doesn’t come from the sun
But the struggle to stay alive
To survive, and thrive
Breathe
Every Pancho Villa needs a Lady by their side
Right? Dolled up, complexion perfect
Hyna, Ruka, Sweet Vixen, Mami Sexy, hit it and quit it, baby
He grabs my chin
Blowing into my face, scent, full of toxic fumes
Drunk off victory from this week’s dealings
“Money is my first love, not you, she made me RICH
So get the hell away from me, trick”
Plunges into my chest
His heart, belongs, to no one
But success
Cold steel, cold hearts, cold money
That’s all he wants, honey
The hottest thing is the tears burning down my cheeks
Weak, suppressed, the insides of me
Tearing down
I need to find a way..out
without..him
Hustling my own
using my own
devices to succeed
My soul, heedless, shall always belong
To what shaped my tough skin
Intimate Beginnings
I belong
To the Arizona Heat
Humpback beauties call to their young
Communicating to calves so precious
Don't be so immediately audacious
You can wander, just don't go too long
Blubberous parents are there to keep them close
For companionship, warmth and learning
Send each other many signals, the little one is yearning
Because of the ocean they want to make the most
Eating their fill of plankton and krill
The smaller babe makes a hydro sonic point
To the older one who loves this oceanic joint
He doesn't want to hurt or kill
The humans who eavesdrop on their descant
Like some other whales with mammoth choppers
Accidentally maiming overboard fishermen and surfers
These watery wonders are appreciated that's all they ever want
Imbibing benevolent attention only for half a century
Deep sea divers first decided to bring down equipment
When he spoke his special song, they had no idea what the male bull meant
That day being approached he was so hesitant and on sentry
Because whalers before had waited for them to breach
The surface for mere minutes finding some oxygen
Finding instead a foreboding air of danger without question
So reclusive they remain, staying out of reach
Beaching is another danger when whales will cry
For help they so need it and must be rolled back out
A benign thing on sand dangerously sprawled about
Back into the depths it should be before it go dry
Nature's biggest mammals can never be at rest
In the wild and bountiful marine, using fluked tales to swim around
Whales have a lot to say, their stories abound
In civilized society with whale translators today we are at our best
Making compact discs of them, something special we can keep
The arias of the ocean composed of many shores
Whales speak responding in the ripples as prophets do with lore
It works quite well for some, to lull ourselves to sleep
We should always stay in assonance.
Hair, hair, hair, oh my long, long hair
ooooh the smooth bliss of it
the creamy swirl of it . . .
so hydro-licious . . . .
oooooooh hair, hair hair, my long, long hair
quenched with moisture . . .
scented with crushed berries, ya ya ya
curly, wispy feathered hair, no merci
silky and shiny, that's my hair . . .
so hydro-licious
oooooooh hair, hair, hair, my long, long hair
ooooh the glossy, velvet feel of it
the richness of it . . .
falling, like a waterfall, ya ya ya
sweet and sassy with kissing curls, no, no, no
so hydro-licious
oooooooh hair, hair, hair, my long, long hair
so hydro-licious
oooooooh hair, hair, hair, my long, long hair
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May 26, 2015
Poetry/Lyric/So Hydro-Licious
Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-102-26
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Product Inspiration - Herbal Essence Shampoo
Written for the Standardcontest, Sing Me... A Jingle,
sponsor, Lyric Man, Judged 2015
First Place
M. T.
is a grand name
for a cute young lady
but it will be a shock to all
us men.
Trust me
There are few things
In this world more fearful
Than to run smooth out of toilet
Paper.
Too long
I have set here
screaming for a little
help, just anyone to hand me
a wipe!
Wonder
I do about
the flat white rock I found.
How long did it have to lie there --
resting.
Breakfast?
Who is cooking?
Can I get some eggs –please!
Over easy, a piece of toast:
Some grits?
Old’s fine
are it’s alright,
as long as you don’t get
too old to retire, or too poor
to eat.
At risk
is the sunshine
from a storm that builds and
grows with the rain of discontent
anger.
Weather
Is sunshine and
Rain. Regardless Tristan
I did not mean to step on your
Cinquain!
Poets
wild folks is not
what we need --a traffic
cop for this poetic jam; or
stop lights!
Mirror?
Do not have one.
They do not work for me,
it seems that I bring out the lies
in them.
Hydro!
I had a dog
named Hydro. He had a
short leg that he lifted every
ten steps.
Their backs
against a wall
they stare at the wet paint
and wonder how long before it
will dry.
Fair game
even if they
are unarmed, stupid, crippled
and smell really, really awful?
Fair game?
Stretch marks,
I have them too!
I have them on my butt!
My father gave them to me; long
ago.
Goodwill
with your bikini?
I would give my swim-suite
but it has a hole in the knee--
left leg.
Finishing up the last notes from my work day, I’m really late,
Looking out my window, my drive tonight, I’m going to hate.
I grab my briefcase and walk to my car, on a sheet of ice.
Slipping and sliding left and right, this is not going to be nice.
Takes twenty minutes to clear the snow from my car window,
If I can hardly move, how will my car drive, I just don’t know.
Hitting the windshield, the snowflakes are big, puffy and white,
They fly at you almost hypnotizing, you completely lose sight.
Once you reach country roads the white knuckles truly begin,
If you can keep between the hydro poles, you may just win.
Hold on tight, keep your wheel straight, put your lights on low,
Pray your defrost keeps working as you make through the snow.
A blanket of whiteness envelopes you, no sounds or lights to see,
Alone in this blizzard, you drive, terrifying, yet a strange tranquility.
Once home, after a good night’s sleep, you arise from bed at seven,
Trees iced in froth, the ground painted white, looks a bit like heaven.
Sun comes up, temperatures rise and once again green appears,
Nature makes the world safe again, slowly melts away your fears.
To think that I could have easily been killed driving home last night,
You consider the beauty of country living and soon forget the fright.
Written September 9, 2012
For Joy Wellington’s contest
“Weather Forecast”
I am tired of visiting pubs but let me be found in knowledge labs.
Assimilating words like water filled in cups.
Today, tomorrow let me hold a book on my lap.
Being soaked in knowledge and becoming wet as clay getting wet or damp.
With illumination my soul will see a better map.
As there is space between the heavens and the earth, so it is between lovers of pubs and labs, there is a gap. Forsaking studies is like, on the road meeting a bump.
Knowledge lab beautify my soul, change my phonology like potassium reacting with hydro-chloric acid producing a hissing sound.
My semantics as rich as a British pound.
Syntactic pounding like an AK47 round.
As cold water is to a thirsty soul, study lab let me know you more.
In a year are 365 days, in a year teach me 365 words.
As a knife to a kilo of meat, so separate the chaff from the wheat.
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, so let knowledge lie in the minds of the reader.
As a chemist is skilled in chemistry, so be it that I be skilled in this art.
I am not scared of a suicide bomber, what scares me are people who avoid the study lab.
Because the avoiding knowledge and, once a dog thought, since all cats have four legs and I have four, therefore I am a cat.
Speech is silver and silence is golden, between the two which one is precious? I guess gold.
Pubs are noisy while study labs are quiet. between the two where do you choose to be found.
As a salon makes the hair of a woman organised, knowledge lab, make my minds exhibit the talent of organisation.
The word is Catadromous
just in case you need it for
your Final Jeopardy and if
I was writing rhyme, this is
where I’d throw in cantankerous
for Eels are a contrary lot, and
unlike salmon who spawn in
freshwater; eels spawn in the
ocean, the Sargasso Sea to be
precise, then the larvae catch
a ride on the Gulf Steam and
the elvers ascend rivers on both
sides of the Atlantic, where they
grow for twenty years or so before
the mature eels head downstream
to their faraway mating ground.
As a student working on the
Ottawa River, we’d always get
a few in the night seine hauls.
But now they’re on the Endangered
Species List, at least in part because when
heading downstream, the adults must pass
through a series of Hydro dams, where they
get chopped up by the turbines and while
changing to dear old Archimedes’ screw
could reduce the chopping, the mods
are too expensive, and other factors like
PCB’s, dioxins, and other nasty chemicals
might be involved factors as well or
maybe shifts on the Gulf Stream
with Global Warming have made it
harder for the larvae and elvers
to find their rivers and probably
it's all of the above - nobody really
knows and it’s all eels under the dam..
When you least expect, your phone will start to ring,
Someone on the other end, just has to do their thing.
“ Madam, I must inform you, your gas will be turned off “,
They don’t give you a chance to sigh or even cough.
It seems when you’re really down, problems just get worst,
Anything that can go wrong, well it’s like we’re bloomin cursed.
The thunder of the phone again, what else could ruin your day,
“ We’ll have to disconnect your phone, if you don’t quickly pay “.
Now, if that isn’t bad enough, the telephone rings again,
The hydro is out to get you and you’re in such awful pain.
You won’t have heat to warm you, you cannot take a bath,
You’ll have to figure what you owe, if you can do the math.
There’s no tone on the telephone, your line is simply dead,
What are you going to do, for you have this horrid dread.
Others can not help you, cause your phone is out of whack,
What can you possibly do, but crawl back in the sack.
Just then the doorbell starts to ring, who in the world can it be,
A man standing at the door, you need help so desperately.
“ I’d like to inform you madam, I have great news for you,
The bank’s issued you a cheque, from someone you once knew”.
Water, in a protein sense,
salt and other substances,
make up plasma, which, in kind,
account for half of blood's design.
A mammal's blood is red and bright,
-from oxygen, when mixed inside.
Because of an iron-filled kind of protein,
Hemoglobin, it's red and glowing.
Red and white cells fill the half,
oxygen rides in small red rafts.
Compared to white, the reds are many,
born from marrow, good and plenty.
Blood supplies glucose and acids,
while carbon dioxide wastes are banished.
Coagulation is the body's repair,
as hormones message when damage is there.
It regulates the body heat,
hydro-mechanics, just like a machine.
Blood makes 7% of your weight,
red cells live 120 days.
The white cells clot the blood on site,
they help by killing parasites.
White cells come in different types,
some kill bacteria, and fungi,
allergic reactions, virus cells,
tumors, pathogens as well.
If only we could go within,
to see a white cell's origin.
We could show our gratitude,
for those that keep us strong like new.
Our health is their only mission,
their ranks are in the immune system.
The heart drives blood throughout the body,
from the ventricles, to the arteries.
-Back to the heart and through the veins,
ventricle, artery, lungs, you could say,
the blood travels far, and this would be truth,
it takes 30 seconds to complete it's route.
Oxygen brought in must be spread around,
While carbon dioxide is what's carried out.
The vein is a valve containing the waste,
which is pushed with help from muscles in legs.
Arteries branch out as smaller roads called,
Capillaries, just one cell thick is their wall.
The blood must be slowed to allow the breakdown,
of substances, nutrients, eat up the chow!
Blood is classified in 200 groups,
you inherit whichever your parents gave you.
The most common kinds are "A" "B" and "O",
Some have "A" or "B", and some people have both.
It's important to know, should you need more blood,
a bad combination will make it clot up.
Blood brings to life almost every creature,
-we could not be without, those...5...liters.
Fusion square the shooter traced her moonbeams shock therapy
Bionic's, vesture sequin love's sentinel premonition's swaying children
Johnny Rotten taking notes strike a pose hydro-embryos, bedazzled wombs
Thirteen strings with her will to be merry enshrined their entities lyrical epigrams
Sapient's tattooed time his Star of David; beyond, the mirage ? Polys mischief-makers
Bathos changing chords criss-cross chromosomes beatitude's, power ballad star'spangled stanzas....
Entering, The Prince past her Holy Gates eastern skies Angelica gazing into Hope's eyes breaking bread: His King.
ELECTRICITY
The eel of our time with tails of electrons,
Will tell of exploits in torrents of currents,
And the places of stillness shall forever revolve.
To conduct,
To condone,
To conduce.
The mast of transformers in cables clad,
Of metals and voltage, scaling the resistance,
And of course, beaming on us, amperes in ammeters.
To confer,
To conform,
To conceive.
The days of industrialization awake the lakes,
Of things to do and trials to attempt,
Of hydro-chemo-solar revolving electrons to merge.
Spending a late autumn break
in the Scottish Borders countryside
though the climate then so cloudy
didn't deter as I got on my stride
Galashiels was our first base
staying at aq lovely accommodation
visited Sir Walter Scott's own home
stood in awe, such a poetic occasion
There was a wonderful tapestry
on display in Galashiels town
takes you through Scotland's history
such skill uplifts never to drown
We then moved on to Peebles Hydro
which eas a lovely hotel no doubt
with nice short walks way down
where River Tweed flows into town
The Scottish Borders are a treat
especially in autumn time of year
other highlights being Selkirk and Moffat
so many delights bring much cheer!
(Having spent a week in the Scottish Borders recently, just writing this piece about my experience of the highlights of this trip.)