Best Turn Out The Lights Poems
Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)
Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state
Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
Work is leaving faster than
It has ever in the past
There's more folks on assistance
How long will this all last?
Fifty years a hundred ten
Factories closing shop
There's more buildings that are vacant
Our growth came to a stop
It doesn't matter where you go
It's that damn covid one nine
If you are not essential
Out goes the "CLOSING" sign
It all comes down to profit
You're a number not a name
It doesn't matter where you go
Plant closure is the game
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
for F. A.
You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your nostrils
And the stench abraded in your flesh :
« You are unshaven. »
You took proper care to remember the right words :
« Why are you so far away, I cannot reach you. »
The ****** you probably tried to fake –
Thanks for the repeated protestations -
Blew all the other exhausted noises through.
« I think it’s all this lack of sleep and all that, » you said
Trapping me with your alien scents.
You have gone away more than a little from yourself.
I have felt and avoided the humiliation in your voice :
« Turn out the lights. I’m afraid
You’d never like me again. »
These are bothersome words.
Only constant repetition make them less wearisome.
One whole week you waited and watched.
One by one you chalked us down.
We fled, not so much from you
As from ourselves, not knowing which
You or the condemned flower to take :
« Why don’t you tell me something about yourself.
I’ve said enough, » you said and came closer
Wraithed in your trapper's overflying airs.
Now that you have prospected a little
Confiscated my intimate thoughts, coaxed my ego
Applied the guileful balms which embolden
A man in bed and made of the future a promise
And turned and sighed like the unwanted thing
Now that you have preyed in my sanctuary
Gazed long in wistful silence my empty shrine
How can I let you go – take my scent
And mix it till it roots in other flesh
And wandering, I’ll not know why someday
I might fret in the company of familiar strangers.
« What about the lad ? » Alone and wishfully loitering
« Oh, let him toss and turn. Why shouldn’t he ?
He’ll write better then, » you said, for once
Rippling the nimble calm embossed on feigning face
That poised flutter of your lips when words you wield
Assume a dextrous innocence
Little wonder then the sensually provoked blushes
Cross-fertilise the loping lurk of your poems.
You in going a little way towards me
Have gone a long way from yourself.
Before you go a little way prospecting
Leave leave a little of yourself in your safe.
©: T. Wignesan, 1965 (from the collection: tell them i'm gone, 1983, rev. 2012)
I must confess, I've undressed you, in my mind
Even made love, while thinking of you
The halo you wear round your finger
Ties the binds that I can't undo
He holds your hand
While I want your heart
Our souls feel alone
When we're apart
If loving you's wrong
Why does it feel so right
Slip off your halo tonight
I'm a man who tries to live by the right hand
But temptation, may cause me to burn
My angel's been taken by another
And I'm not sure, which way to turn
My conscious is guilty
Each I love you a ruse
Cause I know they should all be
Directed towards you
Shall we head on a journey
Where we turn out the lights
Slip off your halo tonight
My love, my lust, my want and my trust
All sit here waiting to prove
We've lost a lot of our past
It's time that we can't get back
So slip off your halo tonight
Did you think of me, when you said I do
The same way that I, imagined it's you
We both know how we're living
Maybe someday we might
Slip off our halos tonight
Let's slip, off our halos tonight...
Do you feel the need for love and romance?
Option number one: dinner and a dance.
Chill at home with Netflix and a hot date.
Turn out the lights and make out till late.
Option number two: gifts galore.
Remember the one you'll always adore.
Love at first sight and your heart is pounding;
Once you're with that special one, it's totally astounding.
Valentine's Day is here with flowers, candy, and doves;
Every single person needs somebody to love.
I hope your day is filled with excitement and delight,
And wish you a happy Valentine's Day and night.
I've had quite a few of them days,
those endless sleepless nights.
Not because of stress or drugs,
or loving couple fights.
But something just happens
when I turn out the lights,
my mind won't shut down?
It suddenly ignites
In a flurry of different thoughts,
Some new but yet some old.
"You need to shut it down!"
is what I have been told.
"Think of closing a book"
But as the story goes
I'll just think of something else,
like how many pages might have folds?
My brain will not shut down!
Though I continue to try.
So many sleepless nights I've spent,
checking the clock as time ticks by.
All I can do is roll back over
with a long disgusted sigh.
Living with a brain that won't shut down,
just makes me want to cry!
There's something I haven't tried?
Maybe I can cry myself to sleep?
Now all I have to do is,
think of something deep.
Thinking deeper thoughts,
of what will make me weep.
Just another sleepless night,
before I hear that alarm clock beep.
7-3-13
Contest: Sleepless Nights
My mother taught me how to read a book
plant seeds in soil and how to look,
at other people with an open mind
saying, "Everyone has mountains to climb."
She taught me how to write poems and letters
and continually strive to make myself better,
inside myself to learn and grow
and seeing the best in others even when cold winds blow.
She taught me how to ride a bike
fall off, get up and be polite,
and that sometimes we don’t always win
nevertheless, try, try, try again.
My mother taught me how to dream
and how to believe in things unseen,
like angels, saints, and the power of prayer
that can heal heavy hearts from out of thin air.
And how not to fear monsters hiding under my bed
but to believe in sweet dreams instead,
and to wake up thankful with each morning sky
and never stop wondering or asking why.
She taught me how to play with friends and strangers alike
how-to pick-up toys and turn out the lights,
how to say, "Please and thank you" and open doors
for those older than me and so much more.
More than I could ever describe in thoughts and words
things once taught now forgotten, unheard,
but still in my veins, living deep in my bones
with all that she taught me, I'm never alone.
They call me the Boogie Man
They call me the Boogie Man...cause, that's my name
I'll always be around to drive your kids insane
Nobody wants to have what I got
When I get sick, man I'm covered in snot
I'm the Boogie Man
Yeah, that's my name
Today I sneezed so bad that it felt I was gonna explode
It left a trail like a snail, when I sneeze I really unload
I made plans to see a doctor about my nose
A few box of Kleenex and I'll be ready to go
Cause I'm the Boogie Man
That's my name
They call me the Boogie Man...cause, that's my name
I'll always be around to drive your kids insane
Nobody wants to have what I got
When I get sick, man I'm covered in snot
Yeah, I'm the Boogie Man
That's my name...
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Adults are always try'na say that I'm not real
But turn out the lights and hear the children squeal
I'm inside their closet, I'm under their bed
You'll think your kids have gone and lost their head
They'll call me the Boogie Man
cause, that's my name
Yes I'm the Boogie Man, that's my name
-Example of original https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PGdWmexwJok
When I was very young my mother once tried to scare me by saying "if you don't go to bed the Boogie man will get you!" But my response, as she has told me many times, was a sarcastic " give me a break mom, what's he gonna do put boogers on me? Really. ". A bogeyman is meant to embody childhood fear, right. I wonder why they now pronounce his name so similar to the dirt within our noses.
While I'm reading a poem about it on the previous page
the girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dance
in high shoes and perfume. Their legs are strong and their voices high.
And the guys get high and hard thinking about what the girls are like
behind their eyes.
That says more about me than reality. And it's exactly four lines.
Ken Patchen would say his angel smells sweet and sassy.
I feel the bony fingers of mine who has been working to stay alive.
Enough small poetry. One must conceive of a project--
say a poem about a bridge--or stop writing
and instead walk over the bridge at sunset and see the city in a nuclear
war
the clocks, the Watchtower and the docks gone and no smoke.
I still exist but I'm late for my job. I'm dressed well
in honor of true love and Spring which both outlast the holocaust.
The manager cans me with the cold hard eyes of one who accepts the
rules entirely.
Goodbye to the rows of dead metal desks and goodbye
to those who can take it longer than I.
The guys downstairs do not read poetry and very little prose.
The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money does not
occupy their minds.
The sex pistils of the mountain daisy is no concern of theirs
and the man upstairs who plays the horn is less than a curiosity but makes
more noise.
When I feel like this nothing matters and this is good--
get warm with wine, turn out the lights and turn up the radio--
if only there were a woman who liked the down and out life too.
In the end someone sticks a gun in my face in the South Bronx.
How I got among the fire escapes in the sooty alley I cannot say
but it is one of my earliest memories. Perhaps it is my grandmother
holding my hand
or one of the clowns. I say Drop that goddamn gun and he blows me
away.
Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
When forever finally comes to town
Not sure I wanna be around
When it stands outside to
Knock upon my door
I’ll hide inside
Not make a sound
Turn out the lights
Get on the ground
Lay in the quiet
Shadow of the floor
And if forever’s not deterred
No worry, I’ll plan for the worst
I’ll wait it out
I’ll stock up every shelf
I’ll let forever
Knock all day
And hope it finally
Goes away
Don’t answer’s what
I’ll sit and tell myself
And if forever starts to pound
Hard on the door to knock it down
I’ll stack the furniture
Up high and deep
I’ll nail some boards
Ill brace, I’ll wedge
I’ll cross my heart
I’ll make a pledge!
That, “While forever’s there
I’ll never sleep”
For in the end I know I’ll win
I’ll never let forever in
Nor ever let it have
Its’ way with me
And I’ll not step
Outside again
Yes, can’t you see
I’m bound to win
Forever locked inside…
Is where I’ll be
Gently
Gently calls the melody
the final anthem of my life
As the dusk descends and settles
As the night becomes the light
Gently, oh so gently
As the tree's in autumn bend
As the stream races over pebbles
As the last becomes my end
Gently calls the melody
The final anthem to be paid
As the piper plays the last farewell
In the hours that remain
Genlty, oh so gently
As winter sends her chilling cold
As the seasons pass so quickly
And I have gotten old
Gently calls the melody
the melody of life
Gently as I kiss you,
I am gone
Turn out the lights.
If I told you once, I told you twice.
I need you now, turn out the lights.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life.
Let the green grass grow.In the country's fields.
Let fellow man take the wheel.
And live his life, to see it through.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life.
And everytime you think of me.
Picture me in love with you.
So let the gardens grow, and lay the seed.
Then till the soil, for what we need.
And stay with me, through eternity.
As man and wife.In love with life..
Man And Wife Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1988,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
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At first the time seem perfect. Everything seem alright when u think it comes to
the best some one has to turn out the lights. Now the tables have turned and
this is what I have learned.
"Something's in life are going to be a disappointment so don't always keep your
hopes up"
Tragedy in black
My vision has turned black,
All I have is no more.
Turn out the lights,
And close the door.
My obsession has left me,
Lifeless on the floor.
Blood flows from my veins,
I long to live no more.
Jealousy requires passion.
Passion requires life.
Life requires the soul.
My soul at the end of a knife.
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