Best On The Wagon Poems
*if ya wanna add some sillies, hop on the wagon!
After the feast, Tommy was gone
Hen said, "Don't worry, won't be for long."
"He'll reincarnate,
Just sit and wait."
"He's not just SOME - POET, Tommy's a song."
"He's always a gas, loads of fun,
With plenty of wit and good with a pun."
"If you miss him,
Be sure to kiss 'em,
When he comes again to shine like the sun."
By Jan Allison:
When he struts it engorges his snood
Oh my goodness that really sounds rude
It dangles from his beak
You must go take a peek
See Tom is the king of his brood.
By ilene bauer:
He was missed, though, by all of his group
Who felt bad he was out of the loop
So they jotted some rhymes
Thinking 'bout those good times
Now he's brought back to life on the soup!
By Alexis Y:
Tommy the turkey is not gone
He's hibernating and listening to a song
When he comes back
His strut won't be whack
Maybe this time he'll arrive with loud gong
By rogerPAT Adams:
When he struts it's more of a wobble
No matter if ground, grass or cobble
Though it might seem rude
When he's in the mood
I've heard he loves to gobble!
By Jack Ellison:
Tommy can be very rude at times
But down deep, his star really shines
His heart glows bright
Nothing bad I can write
Like his author, he's a master of rhyme"
My thinking was clear -till I met you last year
I was happy in my state of confusion.
But you couldn't bear it -you had to repair it
You offered my thinking transfusion.
When your intent -that's the meaning you meant
Is lost in a rush of rambling.
I think that I kinow -though your face doesn't show
It's those thoughts you're intent on unscrambling.
Oh my brain tries to jog -but my thinking is clogged
Were those meetings only to beat me?
For it's hard I confess -to answer my best
When you're doing you're all to unseat me.
When I lose your expression -in counseling session
I'll admit your conclusions elude me.
My mind's so confused -with those terms that you used
I think that it's time to exclude me.
There's no way I'll make it -I can't even fake it
My thinking I fear now is sour.
Shrinks are the blame -they all are the same
Seeing patients for only one hour.
You can take all the credit -your money and bet it
My reasoning powers are blown.
Yes- if ignorance is bliss -I can promise you this
No more thinking I'll do on my own.
I thank you -(I think)- you're a pretty good shrink,
And I hope you can grin now and bear it.
But I'm hiding my brain -and from thinking refrain,
I am on the wagon - I swear it!
I think it’s funny when in the thrift store I see
An Alcoholics Anonymous handbook donated to charity
With the former owner’s full name on the front, page sides, and spine
And even a return address label on the front page inside,
So much for anonymity!
I smile and think, “How cute!”
But I guess if you were in a room where everyone has the same book as you do
You have to label yours clearly to avoid it getting confused
With those of others who have highlighted different passages than you.
So as I take donations at the thrift store door I think, “Here’s another one!”
And if this one has an address label, too, I may just for kicks and giggles send the former owner a postcard saying, “Thank you for the donation . . .
How are you? Still on the wagon?”
So I peer inside
Let’s see . . .
Hey wait – that name - and phone number- is mine!!
After thinking on it, it’s possible that I donated it a couple years ago
And someone bought it, even with my name on it, then they, too, let it go.
For better or worse those memories we throw out always resurface
Hopefully in time to help us realize we are all far from perfect.
Allow me please to introduce you to some of my friends
but treat them with respect or else they'll send you round the bend.
Don't mess with the Hogfather if you don't want a vendetta
the side effects take days to go before you're feeling better.
Thistly Cross in small amounts will leave you warm as mustard
but stick within your limits, less it turns your brains to custard
A night with Henry Weston leaves me walking kind of funny
and seductive charm of Old Rosie can make my eyes go runny.
I know that I have sometimes thought of going on the wagon
only to find myself ensnared in the clutches of Black Dragon.
Of all the things I think of that can make my smile much wider
when down my throat none float my boat like good old British cider.
Cheers!
For contest 'A vice you love', sponsor Rob Carmack
November 14th 2015
With the boss pulling and the workers pushing, with the Square Wheels on the wagon and the round wheels in it:
The boss views the path.
Roll forward faster better.
Maybe tomorrow...
I'm Neddy the draft horse
And of course,
I have a job to do, CHOROUS
I chauffeur people
Round Windsor Town,
To take in the view.
Neddy the horse goes
Clip, clip, clop,- clip, clip, clop,
- Clip, clip, clop,
Neddy the horse goes
Clip, clip, clop,
Can you hear the sound?
The wheels of the wagon go
Whir, whir, whir,- whir, whir, whir,
- Whir, whir, whir,
The wheels of the wagon go
Whir, whir, whir,
Can you hear the sound?
Chorous
The people on the wagon go
Yak, yak, yak,- yak, yak, yak,
- Yak, yak, yak,
The people on the wagon go
Yak, yak, yak,
Can you hear the sound
The driver on the wagon goes
"Whoa, whoa, whoa,- whoa, whoa, whoa,
-Whoa, whoa, whoa,"
The driver of the wagon goes
"Whoa, whoa, whoa,"
Can you hear the sound?
Chorous
Neddy the horse goes
Crunch, crunch, munch,- crunch, crunch,munch,
-Crunch, crunch, munch,
Neddy the horse goes
Crunch, crunch, munch,
Can you hear the sound
Neddy the horse goes
Deep, deep, sleep, - deep, deep, sleep,
-Deep, deep, sleep,
Neddy the horse goes,
Deep, deep, sleep.
Can you hear the sound?
Authors Notes: { suggestions for performing on stage}
-children should dance on their feet each time, clip, clip, clop, is said/sung
-children should swivel the upper part of their body each time, whir, whir,whir is said/sung
- children should pull back on imaginary reins each time, whoa, whoa,whoa, is said/sung
- children should move their head in an eating motion each time, munch, munch,crunch, is said/sung
-end of last verse children should move forward 3 steps & put their heads down pretending to go to sleep standing up.
On the Wagon…
I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
I’m on the wagon
Out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon
The power stored within my mind…
Cleaning up the act
Facing all the facts
When you were burning you know you couldn’t see
Removing the blindfold
The truth is seen and told
Now you’re cooling down and fighting to be free
You’ve got to get away
Find someplace to stay
Immune to temptation as it looks for you
Start it once again
The beginning of the end
You’ve failed to see all that it has yet to do
I’m on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
His breath of fire always one step behind
On the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With my only weapon
The power stored within my mind…
Look straight into the mirror
How do things appear?
Can you make out through the haze, the bloodshot eyes
Remember the times you said, that’s it?
All those times you’d never quit
Can you, yourself, live with all of the lies?
I am on the wagon, out to slay the dragon
With his breath of fire always one step behind…
The landscape. No blame.
Should have been designed downhill.
Thumping could be fixed.
Demons
I try to get sleep but the demons just keep running round in the back of my brain, and no matter what I do they break me in two, and they're driving me fuc**ing insane.
The sh*t in our veins fu**ks with sh*t in our brains sometimes it's good but sometimes it's bad
When you walk on the wire you're playing with fire and you can f**k up the life that you had.
The music keeps playing and you dance to the tune, only you can hear in your head, and slowly but surely you spin and you spin and you're wishing you were just dead.
You're getting no sleep cause the hours you keep, you f**k and you drink and you snort,
Then you wake up in a haze, from the last several days, in handcuffs sitting in court.
The cycle's repeated your body depleted
You wonder when it will all end.
You're chasing the dragon, can't get on the wagon cause it's like losing your very best friend.
The judges gavel comes down with a thunderous sound, guilty says the man in the Cloak,
You don't remember what they're saying, can tell they're not playing and realize it's no fu**king joke.
Ten years says the man, but this wasn't my plan, I'll be 30 when I finally walk free, the prices are steep, definitely not cheap and eventually you must pay the fee.
See you on the other side, the other side of the bars that lock me away
I'll try to stay clean, avoid the machine,
Just live life by the day.
Can't sleep in this bed, the place fuc*s with my head, the walls are closing in tight
Demons in my brain still drive me insane
A powder keg about to ignite.
I'll serve my time the best I can
Didn't mean to kill that man.
Judgment clouded, brain defeated
Feeling just a little cheated
My life is not my life no more
Incarceration is my fee
They close the gates and lock the door,
All alone, myself, just me.
F**k this sh*t and Fu*k this place
they can't jail my mind,
I'll come out on the other side and cut the ties that bind.
So see you on the other side a little worse for wear but I'll see u on the other side,
If I don't end up in the chair.
Twelve Tiers high, the last bale of hay is on the wagon
Suddenly the ground rumbles and the Growth of an Iron door
In the middle of the hay field , rusted hinges caked with dirt
I walked to the other side, the same door from inside was locked
Walking back to the front of the door I brushed away some dirt
There was an inscription, vigorously I brushed the belly of the door
“ The Key is a Teardrop of LOVE ”
My Mind went through Time, to July 10, 1956 : When my brother George “Died”
The tears flooded my cheeks, cascading down the Valley of an old man’s Life
I brushed my eyes and a Tear trickled against the Iron door, The door disappears
The doorway GLOWS with GLORY “ Welcomed to the “ Garden of a Loving Heart “
As I step inside, the birds sing Welcome to Peace and Tranquility, Welcome to LOVE
I could understand their voices, as they understand mine : The flowers spoke in Sight
“ Wafting, Aromas for ETERNITY “
Sunrise, and Sunset colors sooth Mother Earth’s compassion, the Forest and Seas Smile
I listened to the gurgle of the brook :” Grace Unites Reality , Grace Lives Eternal “ Always
The Butterflies converse with the Flowers; as the oceans speak to the clear blue sky
I walk on the gentle Zephyr wind to the colorful Sunset To the twilight of Eternity
With open arms my past Loves welcomes me ; my future beckons me with serenity
I know I must return to reality : as I leave I set a Tear by the doorway “for tomorrow”
Upon my return, to fulfill My Destiny
Inspired By the POEM "The Enchanted Garden" Written by "Constance ~ A Rambling POET"~
For The Contest by Constance "I am sending YOU a Gift of POETRY~ Dear Heart"
Dedicated to ~ Constance ~ by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Lately, I'm trying to diet
There's a lot of pain in fitness
All the tasty foods are taboo
Tell me, can I get a witness?
Standing on scales Saturday
Was my motivation to try
But without my chocolate sundae
I don't know but that I might die!
All the famous diet "Guru's"
Cast shade on the foods that I love
There's no way you can convince me
Cheeseburgers are not from above!
Not pushed, I jumped off the wagon
Thinking, "I'm not really that fat!"
I decided to leave it be
I thought, "Yes I can live with that!"
Then shortly there after I hear,
Across the street in a wee voice
"Hey mommy, look at that fat man!"
So......back on the wagon's my choice!
Interview with a Real Drinker.
A: “Sir, can you tell me, why do you drink?”
B: “So that I’m rendered unable to think!”
A: “Then, can you tell me, what do you drink?”
B: “Anything, friend!” (With a laugh and a wink.)
A: “Any problems, then, with any one drink?”
B: “Hum, that’s a good question. Now let me think…”
B: “One beer, two beers, and then I pee,
And I pass the gas with two Chablis.
Liqueur taste funny, like gas no-lead
And rum bangs drums inside my head.
Brandy’s heavy, it knots me up.
Spike the punch. Watch me erupt!
Importeds? Well, what’s in a name?
Priced too high, the high’s the same
When the vodka hits, I’m on the floor.
With tequila, I’m soon shown the door.
Champagne fizzes, while gin’s so dull,
And scotch rings bells inside my skull.”
A: “Sir, drinking’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
“You should go on the wagon, it seems to me.”
B:” I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.
With the blacking out, the barroom fights,
It’s really not worth the trouble
Waking up with three days stubble.
The morning after’s one big minus
With cotton mouth and wooly sinus
I hug the bowl and you know the rest,
It really might be for the best,
If I just gave it up, well, all right!
I’ll start tomorrow…….bartender!
B: “Good for you, sir, you’ve seen the light!”
B: “ Set up my friend and me tonight.”
In my quest to conquer, from valleys to cities
From rivers to hilltops, deserts to valleys of ice
Until reaching focal point to realize
That there are many things I do not know:
My shadow is my best companion
Yet, I will never know everything about it
For mysteries are partners in life
Things happen behind closed doors,
Too much is taking place behind the scenes,
And there is a lot going on underground
Things I will never know about
Hence I have been searching for answers:
Do babies pray in their mothers' wombs?
Does the sun ever get angry?
Do the moon and the stars ever get bored?
The world is flooding with secrets
With things making souls filthy,
And things filling hearts with happiness
Things that will never be known
Like deeds tormenting creatures in the dark world
In the world of life and death
Freedom is good and inspirational
Opening doors for emancipation
Everyone riding on the wagon of being free
Doing things that will never come in the open
Making the world becomes round and flat
People fighting over emptiness
Many carrying hatred in the luggage's
While love is all what we need; I do not know why,
But I know, this is a world of challenges
Where people never stop waving
Coming into others' lives, pretend to be genuine
Only to make them lose way, and disappear
There are many things I do not know,
But I know, technology does things differently
Science has its ups and downs
However, life is force of multiple dimensions
Moving along diverse forces of unknown origin;
Hence, there are many things I do not know,
But I will keep calling Mother Nature
To keep sending messages of peace
For tomorrow will come and go
History repeating itself, with questions without answers...
... There will always be many things I do not know
I tossed the bottle and jumped right on the wagon
My livid pains exuded nothing but honest pity
Through years of constant warnings and naggin’
I stopped the partying and nightlife in the city
I stopped the drugs and cigarettes on the way
Sank into dreams of being what I used to be
Hoping my health would get better each day
I took walks and ran in the woods to feel free
I stopped gambling and watching raunchy shows
I stopped reading about sex and savage crime
And started drawing and writing heart felt prose
Now I’m a changed man and feeling really fine
VIC’S PLACE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
When I come to I’ll start a new path
The one I’m on solicits her wrath
When the alarm went off I moved not an inch
If I opened my eyes a brawl was a cinch
I felt her rise and move to the edge of the bed
I kept my eyes shut as if I were dead
She dressed quite noisily but before slamming the door
Yelled out no drinking today I can’t take it anymore
She went to the kitchen and started to brew
The aroma of coffee nearly caused me to spew
She came back to the bedroom and said with a smirk
I know you heard what I said got to, I’m late for work
I knew not to move too quickly
My head was pounding my stomach sickly
When you’re hung over everything aches
I got up and stumbled uncontrollable shakes
My head was throbbing with alcohol woes
With great difficulty I put on my clothes
I went to the basin to wash and to brush
The face in the mirror a blurry eyed lush
I went to the kitchen and poured me a cup
One sip, I gagged and nearly threw up
Got to get to Vic’s its not very far
I’ll have to walk it a DUI cost me my car
I looked at the clock it was only ten
Two hours til Vic’s is open again
I went to the park and bided my time
Til the light burns bright on the open sign
I was so edgy I paced back and forth
Shaking and nervous no time for remorse
I’ll wait no matter how long it takes
I’ve got to dampen these terrible shakes
I feel like I’ve been waiting for an eon
Here we go, they turned on the neon
Vic’s place(2)
I raced across the street and mounted a stool
To wait this long is brutal and cruel
Pour me a shot and leave me the bottle
These storming DTs, I’ve got to throttle
After the first drink I felt like king
After the fourth one I started to sing
Soon I was joined by the usual crowd
We sang, yelled and really got loud
Some drank too much and wanted to fight
I don’t remember much more but later that night
I awoke it was quiet and dark
I was lying in the wet grass alone the park
It must have rained I was soaked to the skin
My shirt was torn had a cut on my chin
As I staggered home missing one shoe
I knew exactly what I will have to do
She’ll put me on the wagon I know what’s in store
I can handle it easily I’ve done it many times before