Best Keep It Down Poems
Steamed Ferret
Very steamy hot thoughtful stuff
get me hotter sure enough
getting hard to keep it down
feral ferret will swim or drown
would you like to eat a chop
as i'm fumbling at your top
lamb is good but tiddley's better
cannot get the catch unfetter
can we have a cuddle now
moving closer to the chow
tween your thighs I could slip
panties dinna wanna slip
things are damp its getting harder
no way to get between
in a rotten Russian Lada
gear stick jabs me so obscene
finally i'm in the passion pit
plunging driven just to it!
yes i'll make you moan a bit
but i'm only dreaming :)
Don Johnson
Yes Trace :)
I poop every morning after a Pizzelle slathered in Nutella
it is nine am in Italy and not a good time to eat mortadella
I poop after lunch after eating pizza with spicy pepperoni
it is twelve o'clock and way too early to eat my macaroni
I poop in the evening after my pasta al forno with cheese
its much too early for my salami sandwich, " Jeez Louise!"
I poop before bed and I let out a great Ah Ah, Mama Mia
as the neighbors yell out the window keep it down " Maria! "
Of course I poop like a proper Italian and here's the squeeze,
when we use the Latrina we fan ourselves to get a tiny breeze!
As I strip the mattress bare
and watch the pile
of sheets, pillowcases,
blankets and pillows grow
I find myself thinking of you...
and me.
What comes to mind
is sheer happiness.
As I tuck the sheet under the foot of the bed
(just like you like it)
I catch myself laughing
remembering the times we would stay awake
late into the night wrestling...
(I always won)
trying to stay quiet
until our laughter was uncontrollable
and we would hear one of the kids
yell from the next room...
'' PUH-LEASE! ! KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!
WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! ''
I arrange the pillows
just as I always do...
(your favorite one on top)
and I take an extra moment
holding your favorite pillow...
your scent drifts up to my face
almost as if you are there.
I set it in place and realize
how many years have passed.
We've experienced so much
in this bed.
The laughter is what rings in my ears
as I fold back the comforter
to expose just a touch
of those all too familiar sheets
(you know...the ones with the ducks flying on them) .
As I leave our room
I find a sense of anticipation
in the thought that in a few short hours
we will be here again...together.
This is the second in a trilogy of football poems.All the need to be read to get the full story.
Now they've lost in the playoffs
It makes me want to cry
But they'll win next year
It's then they'll do or die
This team is full of talent
You can't keep it down for long
they'll be back with a vengance
For they will write this wrong
The quarterback still awesome
None like him came before
More wins then any rookie
Next year he'll wipe the floor
You can take it to the bank
For this is no darn lie
To the Superbowl they're bound
It's there they'll do or die
You see my faith is solid
This team is due much more
To the Superbowl they're bound
Number five is at the door
I talk to you again
When they have won the Bowl
I'll tell you how we made it
Plus who you should console
I love weed; Afghan Red to be precise
It is my favourite illegal vice
I do it in the bath and in the hall
I smoke it in summer and right through fall
I smoke in class and in canteen
I smoke when cops are on the scene,
I light up when in academic gown,
a practice that made my former
Wife frown
And on the bus it is a hoot, to fill the
Air with devil’s suit; to draw it in
And keep it down, is much preferred
On trip through town
So if you feel life’s closing in, forget
The doctor or the gin, it’s weed that
Makes the world go round, its soothing
Pleasure…it has no measure... this
wicked vice, I'll always treasure
BLACK MAGIC
You work like temptation.
Souls like yours produce money and smoke.
Your laugh is a trigger for gun shots,
a whisper for promises never kept.
I remember when you played the piano
horrible and tricked me to pay for it.
You were the thunder scaring children
in the dark, voice a shadow never there.
Dear Mister Black Magic, you took out the sun
and the zombies cheered for you with worship.
Who are those that follow you, proud of path?
My control slipped under the butter of my fingers.
A cut started to grow in my skin. The next day
it started to heal. Mother Nature learned my listen.
Teach me to walk unnoticed. My roar is louder
than a lions. We are inside. Keep it down.
This is not a jungle. Those teeth are too big
for this environment. Learn another lesson
about the value of an object.
Scratching somebody’s back isn’t worth gold.
I want to write a funny poem now
after reading Darryl's poem
Why do men think there is no tomorrow?
Because they always want it today
What does a bird say to a bee?
Watch me haha
I'd better keep it clean
Keep it down, will you?
The neighbors are sleeping ha
Is there earthquake around here?
I heard the ground is shaking
Don't be too long
I'm coming haha
That's it for now
I hope you enjoy it
Earthshaking moves
Easy will ya?
Inspired by Darryl Ashton's "Body Talk - remotely" poem. Thanks, Darryl :)
I think about you everyday
I plan out what to say
You have no idea, you have no clue
Just how much I think about you
I try not to stare, I try not to hide
These emotions that are clawing at my insides
I want to tell you how I feel
But the voices inside makes me hush
So I keep it down inside my heart
Hoping that nothing falls apart
Wherever you go, my heart will follow
I hope my heart will never be broken
All because of my love unspoken
It's just so hard to ignore you
Just so hard to not look at you
I don't know what it is about you
That makes me feel the way I do
No matter what they say
I can't think of you that way
But it's hard to say "Hey"
Or just smile and simply wave
I don't know why I feel this way
and when you smiled today
Oh how it took my breath away.
11/20/17
"A SILVER DOLLAR IN A PENNY POND"
they say life can be exquisite.
they say life can be a sensation.
they say life can be otherworldly.
when I woke up this morning,
I heard the ***** upstairs.
she was screaming, engaging
in every problem she could
create.
her boyfriend asked her repeatedly
to keep it down.
she screams that much more.
it's 7:33 in the morning.
I on the other hand woke up alone.
I don't have to hear that ****.
exquisite
sensational or
otherworldly
life can be many things.
mine at the moment in this bed,
magical.
By: Chicano Eddie
2-3-2017
To The Tune Of Christmas Wrapping By The Waitresses
Damn and blast ! Somethings wrong
My dog ran off down the freeway
I was away working hard you see
And didn't see him get away.
My car broke down, things got worse
I called the cops to help me
The perfect ending for me would be
To have car working and dog with me.
So that's - my grief
A broken car and dog not with me
Then the ' cop asked if I'd had a drink
"No" I said "The smell you smell is let me think.
The cop said" We'll have to check.
Step out the car if you please
And walk on straight toward me"
I did try but fell flat on my face.
The cops were laughing and so was I
Even when they put the cuffs on me
"What about my car" I said
One said "It's not going anywhere.”
Then they put me in the patrol car
And took me down to the station
Booked me in, put me in a cell
With some murderers and rapists.
"Not guilty" I screamed out
"Keep it down" a cop shouted.
"Want my lawyer" I said to the cop
"You've got no right to keep me.
Check my aftershave it's not booze
You'll find it's whiskey flavour."
The cop said "Pull the other one
You're spending Christmas in jail this year.
Not on your life, not on your life
I'll be soon outta this place
Not on your life, not on your life
I'll be soon outta this place
Not on your life, not on your life
I'll be soon outta this place
Not on your life, not on your life
I'll be soon outta this place.
Cop laughed and said" Santa might pop
in too
You'll get turkey and some tea"
All I could think of was my poor dog
Alone out on the freeway
Or worse lying in a ditch
Without me to help him.
Then the cop said "I've got news
Your lawyer's here to see you."
My face lit up I started laughing
About time he came to get me
The cell door opened I was free to go
He'd proved to the cops what I'd told them so.
My car had been fixed, they'd towed it in
And to my surprise had found my dog
So glad it was a happy ending.
Couldn't believe it was happening.
I'm so happy, I'm so happy
Now I'm full of Christmas cheer
I'm so happy, I'm so happy
Now I'm full of Christmas cheer.
Now it is time for a sleeping spell.
Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.
I shall lie and await.
I shall quietly hate.
These moments before the slumber, I detest.
Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.
The dreams are just before my eyes,
And I can see the forms coming into clarity.
I reach out to take hold of this,
This one desire at this most perfect time.
But you, Susurrous Mind!
Why do you speak?
I am near my sleep
And you cannot just wait til the morn?
Must we now decide to reanalyze all we are,
Figure what we shall keep and discard?
You have broken me now, twice, just today!
I have left my principles for your sake!
See how I write,
This is not my way.
The wearing of days without rest adequate
Has done this, and now I changed my musics?
Let it go, let it be,
My spirit is willing, yes
But my body is weak.
Let the complexities fall away,
Just for this moment.
Be simple so that I do not wander about a labyrinth.
One way in, one way out,
Both ways dealing with all you wish to talk about.
Free-verse and country, what is becoming of me?
Neither true to form no, but that is my sanity.
Holding true, holding fast,
Waiting for my sleep at last.
Take a pill to make me sleep,
We both know I can’t.
But Susurrous Mind,
If you will to keep me awakened
Can it be useful and have studies be undertaken?
Of course not, no!
You must be in control.
Pick up a book and be sent right off,
But it isn’t the rest that I dream of.
This write is from the insomniacal side of me.
I am aware also of my repetitive neology.
Goodnight, goodnight, but not before the fight.
We will wrestle, you will win,
And I maybe get my prize.
Susurrous Mind, keep it down!
I sleep heavy, yes, but your screams silence cannot drown.
Now it is time for a sleeping spell.
Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.
I shall lie and await.
I shall quietly hate.
These moments before the slumber, I detest.
Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.
Mankind has a great aversion
refusing authority’s commanding rule
thinking they always know best
but in reality they’re not really cool
The human heart is filled with pride
authority has to make pride break
overpowering it to keep it down
showing who’s boss and no fake
God’s the absolute authority
no human one can really compare
for the eternal one is truly king
man’s in comparison’s really bare
But mankind continues to despise
all kinds of authority bar none
not realising God reigns supreme
on the final; day man can’t run!
('No one despises human authority unless he first despises divine authority'
- Richard Sibbes (1577-1635) puritan theologian.)
Yesterday in a bar, a boy asked me if I had a good relationship with my father
His question caught me off guard and before I could respond
his voice cut through my own thought process
He interrupted me, laughed and said “daddy issues?"
My so called daddy issues stem from a man who never earned that title.
Society paints this phrase with a dirty brush, telling men to seek out these women because to them they are not full women
They are broken.
And broken women make for the best hunt
Easy to catch, and always searching for affection.
This is for all the the girls who have been abandoned by their own blood line
Who have been beaten by their own blood line
Who have been sexually assaulted by their own blood line
This is for us
For the second… 3rd… and 4th glances behind my back, making sure that I’m not being followed.
For my obsessive habit of locking and yanking and locking and yanking and yanking and yanking my bedroom door to be positive no one can get in.
For the fact that you are out there somewhere, a free man while I am forever shackled to the memory of your face, your voice, your touch
For the hours and hours of therapy coaxing me to unlock those memories and let it all out, while my insides scream keep it down, bury it deep, don't think about, don't talk about. Because if you talk about it, its real.
For questions like why me? and how many others? I’ll never get the answers too.
For my unborn little girl I’m afraid i'll never meet,
because the thought of giving myself completely to another person is the most terrifying thing I can think of.
For the little girl I never got to be
they fall upon me, each bent on doing harm
I fight them, for what I know now, as my life
kicking, stomping, flailing, smashing
their fury only increased by the affront
of my fruitless attempts to obstruct them
this angry little mob, of angry little men
a voice rings out, a clarion in the dark
that briefly piques their bleak interest
shouting, calling, warning, admonishing
it falls weakly on their deafened ears
pausing just to raise derisive laughs
and their assurances to "keep it down"
awakening to a doctor's droning voice
drolly noting each fracture and contusion
defensive wound, defensive wound...
as he dictates the inventory of my defeat
all I can think of is that voice in the dark
demanding some "peace and quiet, damn it"
I write about everyday happenings
That's my style and I'm sticking with it
I'm not yer fancy, highfalutin writer
Down to earth stuff is what I emit
I sometimes get naughty, God forbid
Try to keep it down to a minimum
A fine old gentleman from way up north
An honourable upstanding citizen
Have you had enough, are you getting ill
So sorry, but I really must emote
I'm a Leo you know so don't blame me
Not responsible if I sometimes gloat
A handsome devil, I'll give you that
Learned to live with girlie's attention
Quite like it, makes me feel kinda frisky
And relieves my sexual tension
So that's me, I'm just an ordinary fellow
Not yer fancy, highfalutin writer
Stick to the basics, just ordinary stuff
Known as a lover, not as a fighter
© Jack Ellison 2014