Best Stay Cool Poems
Bob Dylan song- Gotta Serve Somebody
King Size Bull-Crap
You may be living in a king size house
Sleeping in a king size bed
Laying on a king size mattress
With a king size pillow for your head
You may have a king size diamond
And wear a king size ring
Or you may be living in a king size mess
Messing up everything
You may have a king size wallet
And you may have a king size car
But if you don't have a king size heart
It won't take you very far
You may use a king size mirror
For your morning face
Or you may dress up like a Barbie doll
With your king size make-up case
You may have a king size suit
And wear a king size tie
Or you may be living in a plastic bubble
Telling a king size lie
You may ride a king size Harley
Or a truck with king size tires
You may even be a fireman
Who puts out king size fires
Don't walk around like you're all that
From the bull-crap you've been fed
Just be yourself and just stay cool
Don't wear a king size head
My husband... has never minded
eating a vegetable he doesn't like
just so they will eat theirs...
Or eating half smashed, soggy potato chips
out of clammy little hands,
when they've decided they would like to share...
He's fine... letting them play hairdresser...
sitting patiently, while they curl his hair,
He will play Old Maid, pretending to have a sour face...
all the while letting them win
He doesn't mind drinking muddy looking tea
from a tiny little cup, that is too small for his fingers
Or sitting out in the blazing sun
on a hot summer afternoon
watching them stay cool, as they frolic in the sprinklers
He shows excitement
over a Popsicle stick
glued onto cardboard,
and tied with a bow....
exclaiming it to be his favorite birthday gift...
He doesn't mind taking them up and down the aisles of Wal Mart
for an hour, while they decide how to spend their dollar
He would rather spend his day playing hopscotch
than a round of golf
He's their Grandpa.........
Just one more reason why I love him
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Smoke slowly rises off the still charred embers
from the moonlit campfire from the night before.
The grass glimmers in the morning dew
chilling my shoeless feet
as I walk to the banks of the shimmering stream
hoping to catch us a couple salmon on their way to spawn
I sit on a big rock and cast my line
across the way I spy a hummingbird fluttering
peacefully from flower to flower
Croaks from frogs echo in the air
as they try to stay cool from the now rising sun
splashing it's heated rays down upon us
I haul in a couple of keepers and head back to camp
toss another log on the fire
string up the fish to smoke
crawl back quietly into the cozy tent
and cuddle up close to her.
A bad man came
when I was four
he did bad things
I couldn't find
the door
A bad man came
when I was fourty one
this time he came
with a mask and gun
FLASH BACKS! FLASH BACKS!
hells run a ground
stay calm, stay cool,
grandmas' spirit is a round
I am older now -
his wrath will save us both
his crime exposed with
my promise, and your oath
Black beard
Was feared.
Kim Jong
Heads wrong.
Home grown
Trump clone.
Fat boy
Food joy.
Sun baked
Nose caked.
Fresh bread
Well fed.
Aged scotch
Top notch.
Amtrak
Rail track.
Choc ice
Tastes nice.
War room
More gloom.
Stay cool
In pool.
Jail spell
Sheer hell.
Dark nights
Street lights.
Fab four
No more.
Flatline
Bad sign.
Written 16th September 2020.
A young lady from the Isle of man
Writes limericks fresh from the pan
Queen of poetry Soup
She shares her poop
Watching the s..t hit the fan.
Your Blogs.
Dear Jan, place your Blog in the fire
Sit back and watch it burn.
You might attract one or two snowflakes
But that is of little concern.
Stay calm, stay cool, say nothing
Let them have their say.
For in the end like all snowflakes
They'll gradually just melt away.
King size bull -crap -collaboration
You may be living in a king size house
Sleeping in a king size bed
Laying on a king size mattress
With a king size pillow for your head
You may have a king size wallet
And a king size car
But if you don't have a king size heart
It won't take you very far
Rather dump you in middle of nowhere
You may use a king size mirror
For your morning face
Or you may dress up as a Barbie doll
With your king size make-up case
You may have a king size suit
And wear a king size tie
Or you may be living in a plastic bubble
Telling a king size lie
You may ride a king size Harley
Or with a truck of king size tires
You may even be a fireman
Who puts out king size fires
You may lose a king size Nation
Like a tree with king size rings
You may even be a salesmen
To invest in king size bling
Don't walk around like you're all that
From the bull-crap you have been fed
Just be yourself and just stay cool
Don't wear a king size head
15/8/2018
A world of hurting
loud voices blurting
truth often denied
humans deified
stresses abounding.
Fake news astounds
rumors make rounds
hard to conceive
who to believe?
Damnation,
frustration
what to do?
Stay cool
No fool!
Hope
Don't walk around like you're all that
From the bull-crap you've been fed
Just be yourself and just stay cool
Don't wear a king-size head
Taken from my poem "King-size Bull-Crap" (3-25-2018)
Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
4-21-2019
There is nothing like waking from a sleep
Slowly remembering parts of a dream
They are all yours and yours to keep
Woken up by a morning sunbeam
If your lucky a sleep will befall you
Dreaming that dream into oblivion
Walk on the wild side, stay cool
Why not make love on that bearskin
Continuation dreams are the best
You can to kill the beast and get the girl
There's really nothing to confess
You know it's all a different world
Wake to remember her subtle scent
Recollecting a fading interlude
Wondering where the morning went
Then realizing you slept till noon
Summer creeps in with
Unwavering heat beating down
Merciless upon face and core
Minds racing thinking of
Every way to stay cool
River rafting, wading in cool water with
Some cold lemonade or iced tea
Ocean breezes, salty water
Lapping at your heels while the
Sultry hot summer days cause
Trees to stand so silent
In the hazy summer air as the
Countryside is bathed in a brilliant sun
Engaging all in summer fun
Final fifteen minutes of wait
All the fears are building up
But there's no pressure release valve
So you better hold it together, stay cool
Cooler than the sweat running down your spine
Looking at others and their poker faces
As if you all went to different acting schools
All pretending to be the killers of the room
Reminding you to rehearse your moves
Forecasting what others will do
Now you're feeling tactically superior
Jumping in excitement you're ready to go
Damn starter, please don't take long...
The pistol fires, stampede ensues
Your body knows where to move
Mind ogling if it's looking good
Sealing the choice of your group
A moment of relaxation though you're racing on
The next heartbeat your painless state is gone
The agony begins but you can't fold
Survive a little more and clear your thoughts
Focus on what's ahead and who to attack
With the last two hundred and fifty remaining
You accelerate pass a group of victims
They're foolish to retaliate on the bend
Now it's straight to the finish line
You've been seeing red for a while
But the question is who can do it a little longer
You know you won't break first, pushing on
Sacrificing a piece of your soul
You pay the price to wear that gold
Don't fret
or sweat,
the shame
or blame.
Stay cool
you fool,
fart gas
will pass.
Hold rose
to nose,
breathe in
with grin.
And wink
at stink,
so vile
you smile.
6/9/2015
Grew up in the sixties
on Long Island, N.Y.,
where we had sidewalks,
and where you could walk,
to local stores, schools, or doctors,
or just your neighbor for a talk…
Summers went swimming,
at the Village Green Pool,
afterwards bought a Mr. Softee cone
to help me stay cool,
In the Fall went to Northside Elementary,
then later Division Avenue High...
and had to walk to school,
there was no bus ride…
Winters watched Ed Sullivan,
with my family and dog,
keeping an eye on the fire,
and the smoldering logs…
Went back for a visit,
could see the change,
with trees a lot taller,
the houses with built on dormers,
the taxes got a lot higher,
Nassau County is to blame…
Can you guess
where I am from,
my hometown was built in the late forties,
for returning vets,
by a man none other than,
Mr. Levitt.
The heat was a change from our normal abode
a wonderful way to reside,
but when it is high at the noon of the day
it would be nice to stay cool inside.
A country so hot was a good place to be
where from routine and work we were free,
where the sunshine and sand of our holiday land
let us play all day long in the sea.
But next time we go we will fly on a plane
and find nice cool rooms to stay in,
the sun heated our caravan too hot by far
so we roasted like nuts in a tin.
Good luck to our friends they can drive on their own
to the land where they're toasted right through
for we'll only go where there's places to stay
with air-con and plenty to do.
We got bored in this land where there's nothing but sand,
though the natives were friendly, that's true,
but just sitting all day on beaches that way
is not what we’d normally do.
We had travelled so far with our caravan and car
with our friends that are really quite sweet
but in two thousand and four we learned a bit more
about things that we'll never repeat!
Ivor G Davies