Best Osmond Poems
WHERE WERE YOU IN THE SEVENTIES
i was between a tween and adult, in the house of the hudson valley,
and music was my main man,
i would hear whispered in my ear
me and mrs. jones...we got a thing goin’ on
and i would rock to sleep
don’t rock the boat...don’t knock the boat over
dress in a low cut purple dress, and look for mr. goodbar
or what i meant to say mr. travolta
in the dizzying display of disco, having a ball.
really i was just a shy nerd in a dress
you say i was a dancing queen...only seventeen...oh yeah
and i did have saturday night fever
and with the death of several classmates, not in shootings, but illness
and the usual car accidents...radio groans all we are is dust in the wind
after heartbreak of loss via death and puppy love
i did not sign the loan to return to college, went on to,
as i used to say “swab the seven corners of the room”
as the village people and my dad directed me to
in the navy...you will sail the seven seas...in the navy…
you will put your life at ease...bootcamp saw the end of 1979
2/27/2018
Line Gauthier’s Poetry Contest
*Lyrics may be slightly changed
Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul
Rock The Boat by The Hues Corporation
Movie: Looking For Mr. Goodbar
Dancing Queen by Abba
Movie: Saturday Night Fever
Dust in the Wind by Kansas
Puppy Love by Donny Osmond (still swooning over
this song from the sixties)
In The Navy by Village People
Quote: “To fathom hell, or soar angelic, just take a pinch of psychedelic” -- H. Osmond
In the realm of metaphors, where words take flight,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a psychedelic delight.
Like whispers of dreams, they dance and sway,
Unveiling the depths of emotions in their own unique way.
In groovy swirls, the hippie spirit flies,
Beneath the neon moon and starlit skies.
With tie-dyed shirts and flowers in our hair,
We journey through a world beyond compare.
Our culture pulses with a rhythm rare,
A tapestry of love, beyond compare.
Each stroke of brush, a message to impart,
A fusion of the soul and of the heart.
Metaphors, like magic, paint pictures in the mind,
Creating illusions, where truths and fantasies entwined.
They bridge the gap between the known and unknown,
Inviting us to explore a world uniquely our own.
A metaphor is a key that unlocks hidden doors,
Revealing truths that lie beneath the surface, forevermore.
It's a mirror that reflects the soul's deepest desires,
Igniting passions and setting hearts on fire.
Like a gentle breeze that caresses our skin,
Metaphors embrace us, inviting us to dive in.
They whisper secrets, only the heart can understand,
Guiding us through the maze of life, hand in hand.
The 1970s were the grooviest years for all of the teenage lovebirds-turned-married adults.
Young love has still been among all of the then-teen couples since the day disco music was
born. It seems that when two young people (a teen boy-turned-man and a teen
girl-turned-grown woman) first met while attending at summer camp, they were meant to have
been together. And when they met back in either middle school or high school, it was love
at first sight for them. Back in the 1970s, including the year 1975, all teen lovebirds
had gone to the movies at various movie theaters, listened to a lot of music (pop, rock
and roll, rhythm and blues, and disco) gone out to eat, that kinda stuff. Their outfits
were very awesome back in the day, especially when the young boys-turned-men and the young
girls-turned-women had afros and had been wearing bell-bottoms and stuff. What was so
great about young love back in the 1970s was when these two young lovers had always been
serious with each other, especially when they had made a promise not to have ever cheated
on each other with other people, even if this guy was as attractive as he was and this
girl was also as attractive as she was. It looks like love has never taken its tolls on
everyone, not even their mothers and their fathers. This is starting to look like an
episode of "Happy Days," which was a great TV show with Henry Winkler. That was very
interesting. And even when all of the then-teenage lovebirds were still together, all teen
idols were in the Hollywood, California, scene, that included Erin Murphy, Donny Osmond,
and Melissa Sue
Anderson. Young love back in the 1970s was also when "The Brady Bunch" was on the air. And
if this type of young love keeps growing and growing, even before the 22nd century,
there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.
Smile of a child
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
So innocent; so fragile
So gullible; but who can blame them
Powerless; no sense of direction
But filled with a seed of greatness
The smile of a child
So comforting; so fulfilling
Filled with strength
Fuelled with hope
No trace of darkness
It consumes every piece of it
It wins many hearts
And conquers many minds
All they need is love
All they need is warmth
A home and a sense of belonging
Then you experience the wonder of every smile
1 November 2012
All of the then-loving couples have been listening to all of the love songs from the 1970s, including the year 1974. Love has been in the air for all of the people back in the 1970s since the day doo-wop music was born and the British Invasion began back in the 1960s. all of the love songs have been on the radio every day from 1970 to 1979, especially that of "Maggie May" by Rob Stewart, "American Pie" by Don McLean, and other love songs. They were way before I was born, especially that of the mid-late 1980s. Disco was alive when those love songs were on the radio. And when listening to songs performed by artists like David Cassidy, Melanie, Donny Osmond, ABBA, and others back in the 1970s, it's like spending a Saturday night at the Hollywood Hills in Hollywood, California. It's also as if it's prom night 1976 all over again. Paul McCartney is that of an idol for all of the then-teenagers. How interesting was that? I wish all of the now-and-then loving couples knew what their lives were like when they met and fell in love with each other, even by listening to a lot of love songs.
Beautiful soul
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
In your heart there is a river
That flows so calm and still
In your eyes there I see a light
That shines like the sun
Beautiful soul beautiful soul
Wonderful light within thy eyes
I feel my heart raising as I gaze upon your eyes
Your eyes, your eyes filled with light
Leads the way to your soul
Patriotism
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
As the rays of the sun fades away
A new form of reality comes of age
Sparkles of light come alive
And fill my bedroom window
It reflects the reality I face everyday
But amazingly I do not face it alone
On every street corner
And every bus stop
We share the same feeling
One word describes it, “Patriotism”
A sense of loyalty and pride
Pride in a beautiful, peaceful country
Namibia a flower along the streams
Filled with living water
Protected by a powerful Immortal King
A beautiful landscape
A place where the desert meets the sea
My country, Our country, Namibia 8 May 2012
I call you friend
By Herold Osmond Owoseb
I have walked for miles
I have seen the tiles
And felt the colours of the rainbow
I have seen your smile
For more than a while.
Have watched you grow and thrive;
Into the talented young woman you are today.
What else have I to say,
Other than that you have inspired me,
To be the bests me I could ever be.
Moments have come and gone
And I wish for that special smile to brighten my day
I have a friend I can call a friend,
Even when life brings the distance.
May you continue to blossom
And ignite like a torch of hope for many to see
26 June 2015
Prisoner
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
I dare not say that I am innocent for I am not
I have committed a crime
But my delinquency is contrary to felony
I have committed a crime of goodwill
My transgression may not require the compensation of a custodial sentence
But I deem it necessary to be jailed
Furthermore, I implore thee to let me hang by the tree
For I find no a reason to walk any longer
For too long I have carried the burden
Too long I have held on to this love
I have loved uncontrollably
My whole heart I have given unto thee
Though I am dubious of thy thoughts
I ponder on what to do
Locking the door is painful
But no longer can I wait, for a shooting star on a cloud-covered sky
29 November 2011
Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In a line to
Meet and greet Obama
Now I wish
I'd brought my Mama
On the T.V.
Slicing, Dicing
Infomercials
Are enlightening
Lindsey Lohan
There's more trouble
Send the Police
On the double
Michael Jackson
With his monkey
Chandelier
Swinging junkies
Bottle Rocket
Ridding crickets
Dolly Parton
Doing dishes
Tubs of Crisco
Set for wrestling
Bee Gees do be
Disco dancing
With Bruce Jenner
Wearing makeup
Dolly's kitchen
Filled with soap suds
Rubber band
Bumper babies
Call me odd
Don't call me crazy
Shooting stars
Carry Uzis
Washed up stars
Drink beer in Koozies
Donnie Osmond
Singing show tunes
As Marie blows
Animal balloons
Circus Barkers
And their Minions
Waylon left us
Shooter Jennings
Heidi Klum
Without makeup
To say the least
She looks a bit rough
American flags
As rainbow banners
Peal, scratch, and sniff
Talking bananas
Hookha smoking
Manatees
Oh yea...
and then there's me
These are just a few of the things that lean
On the lamp post of my dreams
Under the Camelthorn tree
By Herold Osmond Owoseb
Beneath the tree, lies thy heart
Beneath the tree lies the truth
Where strangers came to lay their head
Where creatures came to escape the heat
Beneath the tree, lies the key
The key that holds the peace
A peace that shows that we are free
I will carry you
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
In expectation
Ready to receive
In expectation
Waiting for rain
The clouds gather
Progress a process
Waiting on the first drops
Can feel it in the breeze
Like silver and gold
I will treasure you
Through rivers and jungles
I will carry you
In the dark I will search
During the sunlight, I will pursue you
The day will come; I will find you
There is sign of rain
19 January 2013
12)Coddle- Two fish enrapt in love.
13)Mustard- A diarrhea victim who can wait no longer.
14)Jam Session- A gathering of sweet-toothed weirdos with various jams and
jellies.
15)Coffee Table- An occasional table made of stale and hard coffee beans.
16)Condom- A very stupid prisoner.
17)Confederate- An inmate who nourishes his cellmate with food he sneaks
from the mess hall.
18)Condiment- A mint left on the pillow of Condolezza Rice's hotel room bed.
19)Metaphor- The reason you met her.
20)Meteor Shower- Cleaning meteors in your shower.
21)Osmosis- A female relative of the Osmond Brothers.
22)Gradute- A successfully educated studend ingested by a cannibal.
23)Grab Bag- A purse snatcher's job.
24)Wind Instrument- A guitar lifted and tossed in a hurricane.
25)Destitute- A broke prostitute.
26)Easygoing- Being tied in a wheelchair and pushed down the steepest street
in San Francisco.
27)Castrated- Judging who belongs in what pecking order in the movie cast.
28)Animosity- Dislike of mice.
29)Barn Dance- A group of barns dancing in a hurricane.
30)Carpeting- Gently stroking an automobile you love.
31)Chirk- A Cherokee idiot.
32)Coddle- Embracing your fish prior to frying.
33)Extraterrestials- Coming from another planet, or from Camden, New Jersey.
34)Hail Mary- A religious woman bombarded in a hail storm.
35)Hair Dresser- The absurd practice of putting dresses on one's head.
36)Homely- When poor ugly Lee is home.
37)Antacid- A psychological hallucinogenic drug favoered by hippy garden
insects.
38)Moron- An overdressed person of limited intelligence with far too much
cologne on.
39)Precession- The last days leading up to an economic downturn.
40)Martial Arts- Paintings done by Western town Sheriffs.
41)Spouse- A married rodent.
42)Consort- Dividing criminals by crime categories.
43)Debaunchery- When de bunch of us Brooklyn guys goes out on de town.
44)Drag Queen- When us guys from Brooklyn beat up and haul around
somebuddy from Queens.
45)Dragoon- Da dumb guy from Queens dat we got above.
With you
With you feels like walking on air
It’s that feeling like I could skydive
And who! Else could ever compare
No one makes me feel so alive
With you, is this feeling of elevation
And something I’ve never before felt
And more true, this strong sensation
As I am now left totally blessed out
With you is where I now want to be
And no matter the time or space
If blue I’m filled with total ecstasy
You’re now making my heart race
With you, makes me feel good inside
Happiness has never tasted so sweet
Whenever us two are side by side
I could not feel more so complete
This sum up I think perfectly how you make me feel
Whenever I’m around you, I know this one I gave you before
This version however slightly updated
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Part one of two I hope this speaks volumes
Could I say any more? love always David
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Written by David Scott January (2014)
Dedicated to dawn Elena Louise Osmond
Sonnet
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
How do I say that which I am not permitted to say?
How do I live each day pretending that what I feel is not real?
Who do I tell about this I feel each day?
Who will remove this desire within me to be with you?
I live each day as if I no longer exist but this reminds me that I still breathe.
It reminds me that every breath I take carries the memory of you.
Is it worth living if I do not live with you?
The future talks about someone else I am to love.
The future does not lie but today is more a friend to me than the future.
I just wish that the future would change how today looks like.
What if I tell the future that I much rather live only for yesterday for yesterday is more fulfilling.
Although the future may be hundred percent right, it changes not what today holds.
I am not permitted to question the future so I much rather live today with the thought of yesterday
Until I reach the future one day.
December 2013