Best Song Men Poems
HORRID HARMONY
She’s a horrible lady who does horrible things
But man, the lady sings
She’ll bend a note while you lend an ear
And her falsetto is something you really must hear
She’s an insolent woman with wicked ways
She wants to be worshipped but never prays
Yet she makes every song seem a lullaby
Until her finale begins to make you cry
The refrain didn’t cause too much pain
But on her sheet music there’s an indelible stain
She’ll sing a love song and make you think it’s especially for you
But I know men who’ll attest to the fact that she sang it to more than a few
It’s not so much in her isolating eyes
It’s not so much that she’s so very wise
It’s not so much a future of her dalliances and flings
Because I’m telling you men there’s no escaping her once the horrid lady sings
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Cowboys don’t fear the coyote,
he just yips and yowls,
But the wolf is another story,
your blood chills when he howls.
And a panther, will stalk you,
even in the dark,
And a bear, when he catches you,
will tear you clean apart.
The best thing about a snake bite,
is it kills you pretty quick,
And those “under a rock crawlies”,
their bite will make you deathly sick.
But the most vicious of the critters,
the one every Cowboy fears,
Inflicts a type of torture,
that can leave grown men in tears.
With a bite so excruciating,
it will make you wish that you were dead,
And there’s nothing more terrifying,
than when it raises it’s ugly head.
It attacks without warning,
it’s cold-hearted and just plain mean,
It considers all men prey,
and will any one that’s seen.
The suffering, is lingering,
and to this very day,
There’s no cure or medication,
that can take the pain away.
It’s just the size of a pin point,
and it don’t get much bigger,
But I’ve seen Cowboys brought to their knees,
by the savage bite, of the Chigger.
It makes it's run in the afternoons Monday through Friday
At 3pm it will be coming your way
It's not a ride for all to enjoy
It's mainly for the girls, just a few boys
But one female's heart is draggin'
Ms. Betty ponders the question I don't know why he won't give me a ride in the
honey wagon
The men that receive their ride know their ranking in the food chain
First rule, men get in the back, sit down, shut up and don't be a pain
A new girl started today, her name is Megan
One of the guys has to go, to open a seat for her in the honey wagon
When someone is not at the pick up area, the seat remains unoccupied
For the men there is a lot of red tape to qualify for a ride
Who will be the next guy with the right to be braggin'
Fred wants to know when will his name be coming on the list to ride in the honey
wagon
Today it is running late
The honeys know it is a long walk to the gate
If it takes a man to be a prince and slay a dragon
He will do any thing for the honor to ride in the honey wagon
where go those men with dignified eye's
who stand against the wall facing a volley of fire
ready to drop dead,blind folded and bound
all knowing and waiting for destiny's sound
where goe's the justice promised us all
for there aint no justice in where these men fall
the crime they committed was to stand for their right's
but corporate suit's don't stand in the fight
don't stand for no cause less it's golden or green
sat counting their money in number's obscene
they're building their bridges over city's and town's
and all in their way become's dust on the ground
so take to the bank's and withdraw all your cash
spend it on freedom and have the last laugh
the world and it's structure will fall into flame's
afterward's Goodman will build it again
the same men blindfolded and stood against the wall
will pick up their brother's from were once they fall
will pick up their shovel's ,hammer's and nails
and search on together for a new holy grail.
Enter into the temple that God made it to be,
It is now an empty hollow shell filled with love's memories,
It has served men well it's doors and windows once open,
The men who entered did not tell,
They were hoping to gain in experience it was then an institution,
Now it's bare and forsaken there is not much use in it,
There's been repeated attempts to restore a now still entity,
To relive the days in the sun to rekindle the flames of desire,
To the love that once meant so much,to be the lover of great men once again,
It would be painful to go there because I was once free of care,
Loving was so easy it was like second nature to me,
Now the lustful days has transformed my heart into a painful memory,
To feel ecstacy once again is impossible you see,
I went down to ecstacy,way past satisfaction and I lost my virginity,
My body once God's temple he used to dwell inside,
Love has forsaken it's beauty the years have been unkind,
My hair once black and wavy is now white and a little panky,
My hips once round and curvy are spread out like the sea,
I've burdened none in hopes that I will survive the tomorrows,
I'd like to love for eternity on fantasies and dreams,
I come across such useless things at night as I wonder through
the dimly lit room,it smells of candles and sweet with fragrance,
Finding nothing like two arms to lie in,these are things meant for virgins.
I’ve seen their spirits ride at night,
In total darkness and clear moonlight,
Souls that search for what is right,
These men that they call Cowboys.
With open heart, determined face,
Eyes that see a far away place,
No eternal rest, 'til they run the race,
These men that they call Cowboys.
They search across history,
To return our civil gentility,
And the way things ought to be,
These men that they call Cowboys.
Nothing gets in their way,
Honor bound by what they say,
They pledge to bring it back one day,
These men that they call Cowboys.
Promise made, I over-hear,
From their mission, they’ll not veer,
It’s their duty to find, the Lost Frontier,
These men that they call Cowboys.
I know their voices from my dreams,
Calling me to come upstream,
Perhaps, my life, to redeem,
These men that they call Cowboys.
I must make haste and decide,
If on this quest, I will ride,
With them, I know, I can’t backslide,
These men that they call Cowboys.
I pause...consider...hesitate...
They ride on. It is too late.
They leave me with my own mistake,
These men that they call Cowboys.
Waking, as if, from a trance,
I cry out for one more chance,
But they have gone without a glance,
These men that they call Cowboys.
I realize they have come before,
Blazing trails, opening doors,
To Freedom, Salvation even more,
These men that they call Cowboys.
I know these men, I owe a debt,
I should have gone. It’s my regret.
To this day I seek them yet,
These men that they call Cowboys.
So I search for their spirits, late at night,
In total darkness and clear moonlight,
And pray for the chance to set things right,
With these men that they call Cowboys.
A tender child is sleeping in a warm manger
watched by a sweet,happy mother;
joy bells ring in glory,
in the blue Heavens
shines a yellow star!
This night is too cold for the sheperds
watching their sheeps over the hills of Bethlem;
the Angel of the Lord will surprise them:
as they'll tell them,"The King has come!"
That star will lead them,
and they will find the little King...there;
kept warm by the breath of his mother Mary!
Joy bells ring in glory;
the Wise Men are coming from the East,
to bring Him the precious gifts of destiny...
to worship that humble child
sent from a caring God:
to show the hearts of men His love at last!