Best Jonny Poems
Sworn to secrecy, she told me it had been a long time..
as we sat swinging in a hammock in the late day sun.
'What., are you sayin' you never did it?'
I thought what my mom would do if she caught me, and replied
'brought up different I guess'.
She leaned back into the netting, perhaps chewing on what I said..
half her face streaked in sunlight.
Suddenly aware of her leg touching mine. So warm...
My cotton red racing striped trunks from Sears, with a secret webbed key pocket..her faded OshKosh B'Gosh bibs she wore all summer except on Sundays.
(Sundays were saved for wearing that white & pink pleated Victorian get up she so detested; a gift from her Grandma bought from Macy's mail order catalog)
She ribbed me with her right elbow, as she jumped clear of our swing..
when her mom yelled 'time for supper Kat!' from the front porch.
But she turned back with that dangerous look I'd learned, leaned in close, and licked across all her teeth.
'Milk's colder and better ya know..
drunk straight from the carton.'
She ran inside letting the screen door go with a full slam..!
I thought about all the times we watched Jonny Quest at her house,
eatin' our Quisp or Kaboom with that milk..., and smiled.
I kept Kat's secret safe..,'til just now anyway.
dialogue
Sow
Old Slim Whitman saddened ,
When he sang of prison walls,
Wings of angels would fly him,
Did they hear an heed the call.
Yep
Had Slim on a 78 record,
And Jonny Cash was hot,
A singing Folsom prison,
Giving all he’s got.
My mate Sow went off to jail,
For murder he was did,
He was behind those prison walls,
15 years, hard labour, lived.
Caged jail bird, he does not like,
No longer free is he,
Freedom gone he soldiers on,
Still dreams of being free.
BEHIND BARS BLUES
Enough
Jonny likes to lie and cheat
Daisy’s had enough
Suffocates him while he sleeps
Now he’s not so tough
Bennys into gaslighting
Susie grabs a knife
She stabs him several hundred times
before she could think twice
Joey is an aggressive sort
Chloe bought a gun
Shoots him twice in the head
To end that tyrants fun
Bobby’s tired, goes up to bed
Mary finds her bat
Proceeds to club him in the face
because he called her fat
Murders in the headlines
They make quite a hit
All these women killed their mates
cause they were tired of their...
~J.D. Cromwell
Johnny played video games till his mouth was dry
He never glimpsed at the midday sun
Or turned his head to see the star lit sky
He would have seen a world for the taking
Just a couple steps outside
But he never played outside
He played every sport on a gaming console
Every sport he never tried
Maybe he saw the shots he could have scored
Through his dilated eyes
Through his bloodshot, tired eyes
His parents were as wealthy as could be
But life was spinning and they were dizzy
Maybe him and his father would have thrown a football
But life was just too busy
The law firm was just too busy
On parent teacher day at school
There was a limousine waiting after the bell
With a chauffeur to inquire
Whether Jonny was doing well
But he wasn't doing well
They found out about those b's and c's
So they tried to give him hell
Driving straight into the heights, straight into the ghetto
So he would know what could happen if he did not excell
But when he stuck his head out the window
He didn't mind the pungent smell
He saw kids his own age kicking a makeshift soccer ball
And that air conditioned lexus
Felt like a prison cell
By Kyle Kriticos
Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
"In You"
What more to be said
or thought, when
poetry flows like water
a never ending tap
of dreams and thoughts
spilling from a full heart
overflowing
onto blank pages
pouring into the mind
of you
the writing stops
eventually
but the stories
continue
in
and through
you
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm
“Open the Floodgates”/ Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/yyq-YwrUJhw
LYRICS/ "Open the Floodgates", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-open-the-floodgates-lyrics
"Free in the Knowledge", Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/hw8fWV86Qt0
LYRICS/ "Free in the Knowledge", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-free-in-the-knowledge-lyrics
"Pana-vision", Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/YjXN0ViG0jc
LYRICS/ "Pana-vision", Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/The-smile-thom-yorke-jonny-greenwood-tom-skinner-pana-vision-lyrics
artist/Ben Sack
https://www.bensackart.com/
Bio
Golden
Caring, Empathetic, sympathetic, and pathetic…
Sister of oh so many…
Lover of oh so many…
Who feels, Pain, oh so much, love not enough, excitement, yes please…
Who fears, getting found out, going to jail and spiders.
Who would like to see. Oh so much, Jonny Depp in my shower, World peace
Resident of England, the whole country…
Girl
©28/09/2012~GG~
Contest enrty for Carol Sunshine Brown's contest
Will won the table tennis at Rio,
And celebrated this great victory,
By instantly jumping on the table,
With his arms stretched both sides.
For this he got the yellow card,
From a lines judge at the side,
So he approached her, hugged,
But she still didn't smile once.
He then ran over to his coach,
Arms wide open, hugged him:
Took a running jump, sprang,
Up into his arms in embrace.
He then did exactly the same thing,
To Jonny Vagus, the comedian:
He took another running jump,
And sprung straight into his arms.
Will was born with arthrogryposis,
Which affects all four of his limbs,
He overcame cancer aged seven,
And was born on 17 January 1988.
From Sheffield and Kent born,
And while Will was in hospital,
Overcoming cancer, lymphoma,
His grandma got him a TT table.
He loved it and joined a Kent club,
Represented Kent as non-disabled,
Moved to Bristol and met a coach,
And 2008 joined the para TT team.
In 2011 Will secured a solid gold,
At the Euro Champs in Croatia,
He was voted the Players’ Player,
So 2012 he became World No. 1.
At the London Paralympics 2012,
He was sad, greatly disappointed,
With silver for the men’s singles,
Loosing to Jochen Wollmart, DE.
In 2013 he struck silver, Euros,
Won gold at the Lignano Masters,
Another gold in Slovenia 2014,
Which set him up for the Worlds.
At the Worlds in Being in 2014,
Will won the men’s singles gold,
And a team bronze ‘cos he chats,
Then came the Euros in 2015.
In 2015 Will travelled to Vejle,
Which is in Denmark’s land,
Where he took silver twice over,
For the singles, for the team.
Feeling again
Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades
waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with
no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed by images of tangled
ropes teasing from sunken rafts and twisted rafters train tracks guiding void
demise frozen blazing ashes suffocating feelings that cannot feel any longer when
moribund candles flickered reaped what had been lost submerged forgotten in eternity
This cess pit of smudged smeared convulsed spider web on death row of mindless
mind does not resemble what the Buddha meant when he or she insinuated
mindful nothingness Nirvana half starved but happy under the fig tree’s shadow
One step at a time barefoot when spirituality meant ‘Jonny Walker’ all waters
turned into whining wine homeless wandering under bridges of destruction
appeared to be at least some being tempted dissolution dancing rugged demise
at the cliff face of life living hell aneasthetised vanished meaning arrested river
flowing backwards to the Source a sprinkling spring temptation clothed in rags
and feathered tarnished nakedness tarred with just one brush the stroke of black
Lost figs composted marbles undergrowth of metamorphous germination alighted
when grapes turned into peaches mingling scented wakes of wakening blossoms
once icicles melted merged into tingling titillating finger-skin and fingertips searched
to join minds with souls and souls with minds and bodies touching senses feelings
intellectual pheromones oozing from the fruits of scented fragrance life togetherness
they formed a delta confluence new openings direction thrusts and trust and nurture
Many nights have passed since peaches’ revelation revolution formed scooping spoons
from moons and moons from spoons delicious rhythmic rhyming twines of poet trees
in living motion poetry and miracles suspended and conjoined at hips and minds
09th July 2016
No roof no mood flat affect
Glances empty no space for sorrow
Small rucksack to collect
No tears to borrow
A sloppy flute
A black and white photo
Of a young boy now mute
Carpe Diem his motto
Dreamy alone and in despair
Jonny the homeless lives there
By the Post Office stair
Some bags and a few rugs to wear
Ask for him and give him a penny
To play ‘Serenade’ by his son Tony
Died three years ago leaving alone Amy
If you aim to know a romantic story
“General Hospital, Leigh Valley
Room Number Five, Head Nurse Sally
Hippocastanum Alley
Floor 2, could remember hardly”
Tony could gather
His tunes from the storm
From the sun and from his father
Feverish nights since he was born
Holding dad’s hands
To cope with his pain
Plagued by swollen glands
Now saluted by a brittle rain
One night Darkness
Scuffling his noisy leaves
Waving his branches
Knocked on his windows rims
It craved Tony during Fall
Tormented by pain torn by malaise
Dad Jonny couldn’t hold him whole
Asking to docs for some delays
Then a cessation rainbow
A leaf fell with no array
Onto Tony’s window
It took him while floating away
“Tony my Tony”…
Talented flautist with poisoned blood
It was when leaves are yellow and brown
General Hospital alley season’s stylish
Hippocastanum wrapping the road gown
You can hear leaves swish
Now Jonny plays Tony’s last tune
‘Serenade for flute’ by a leaf that has gone
Playing it for the kids that gather there in turn
Rehearsing it whenever alone
He plays it for a few pennies
To buy some food and cardboard beds
A lively melody in subways galleries
All he owned gone for staminal cells
Jonny the homeless in his little tent
No tears to spend
Asking for a penny to lend
For some stars and for a grief to bend
At night he can hear the breeze
No one to talk no one to say
He looks at the stars and hears
Tony’s tunes sent for his dismay
Looking at the sky at South-South East
On Orion Belt the first three notes
Serenade the only reason to feast
And the kids asking for Tony’s quotes
Fall again in the road
Breeze playing Serenade
To the trees by the wind towed
To the stars in a melodic cascade
My boyfriends getting high im
watching him kill his mind
Jonny is snorting lines he's
lying in the corner
contemplating suicide
Becky is drowning her sorrows
from the bottom of the bottle
Wouldn't it be great if we could
go back
To sidewalk lanes and play
ground games
But now we are etching things
in our skin
Starving ourselves thin
Using drugs and booze to hide
all this pain
No longer do we reach out for
help
Or beg you to listen
Instead we get high in someone
else's kitchen
We will dye our hair paint our
nails and eyes black
Giving small clues that scream
look at me
Our families they do wonder
Why our moods they always
change our eyes always glisten
Jessica hasn't eaten in 3 days
she's hoping they won't notice
But her head is dizzy she just
might faint before she looks
like
The flashy princess models
Some moments we are those
happy children again
Paper lunch bags and swing
sets And laying in our parents
laps
Finally letting them listen
But not for long because even
though we are young we have
inner demons too listen to us
before our hearts they just
might stop.
Many in the limelight aim
Despite diverse back rounds they came
Whether a regular Joe Schmoe
or a ma dames
For stratospheric fame
Sought after imprimatur
like some competitive games
Possibly an ordinary Jonny comb lately
or the common Jimmy James schmuck oh
Maybe known by some handi
capping them as lame
Transcending unsightly infliction
unwilling to let being maim
(This from drafted
scarred acquiring above name)
Yet overcoming any stigma or shame
Proving that prejudice
against bloody carnage
can replaced with pride
against cooling jets fiery angry flame
With self-acceptance
sans love of self would tame.
Turning away from the bar
needing a smoke with Jonny
strolling through
Being glanced at
by older women
Imagining our faces
starring at them in bed
Our tight bodies rocking theirs
soon to meet
a pair of
47 year olds
One wearing red hair
another brown
Their tight lips
on their hot wine glasses
Our dancing earlier
quivered their legs
Conversation that
made them want more
Telling us we were the
smoothest guys they’ve ever seen
“Hunny were Frankie and Jonny”
While their wedding rings
look invisible in the night
I receive a kiss
offering to seek more wine
“I get knocked down but I get up again, they aint ever gonna keep me down,”
But I always wind up looking like a toothless bloody clown,
“Late that night I saved the life of Ringo,”
And then I got arrested for almost playing bingo
“I got stripes all around my shoulders, I got chains all around my knees,”
An them sandy Goannas aint having no feed of me,
“Leave him out there in the long yard, do not rush him.”
Be gentle with me when you have your way,
“They went out to search the ranges for the little boy lost,”
And they surely bloody found him later on that day!
Tubthumping by Chumbawumba, I get knocked down.
Lorne Greene’s, Ringo
I got stripes, Jonny Cash
Leave him in the long yard Slim Dusty
Little boy lost Jonny Ashcroft
Tracie ~*~ A solitary sonnetist
Contest Name sing a song for me...
the good die young
Jonny was a good man
he was a man of his words
who sacrificed all he got
for the sake of his people
he never lived a life of lies
so truthful to his community
he offer help to everyone in need
he always gave to the poor
lend to the needy
he was the spoke man
of his people
he will never gave up the right
of his people for nothing
not for anything
the good die young
Jonny was a man of peace
yet despite all set and done
haters of humanity won't
let Jonny be
they criticised all he has done
they never saw no good in
his deeds
all the time they say
he was fake
haters always put him down
in every way possible
every of his progress
they try to change to lie
the good die young
oh Jonny a noble man
unluckily Jonny was ill
laying on a sick bed
surprisingly no one turns up
to know how Jonny fares
no hater no lovers
Jonny suffered a deep pain
from his illness
hoping to be helped
by his people he shared
all he had with
to no avail no one showed up
on no what a world
Jonny weep
now i understand why
they say
the good die young
the good die young
Jonny lament in pain
day and night
dieing in silence
looks like no one cares
at long last Jonny pass away
What A World
the good die young
moral thought
is good to be good
but
is bad to be too good
they ends you up to regret
the good deed of one
is his legacy that lives
for enternity
becarefull? when you are good
not everyone will notice
and appreciate but
a good person never change
guess why
the good die young