I was running down a hill at a fast rate when a snail past me on a roller skate
then All the birds stopped to look while reading a joke book
and the frogs stopped hopping they were dancing I think they were bopping
next the fish began to talk then got up and went for a walk
then the most funny thing a cow looked at me and started to sing
If you think what I say is not true this is what I want you to do
open your mind and go for walk and ask a horse if he can talk
he might not talk so ask him again then call a doctor because your going insane
I’m so happy
someone slap me
bring me back to earth
before I float away, like a bird
This is a short week, before a 4-day weekend. It’s time to push it.
The density of study per square minute is chaotically high - but worth it.
If I can get everything done, I’ll have days to shake off the smallness
of school, perk-up my vital-signs and revitalise.
I’m motivated, elated and intoxicated at the thought of it
- I’m twirling in front of mirrors - can these feelings even be articulated?
I’m dancing through metro crowds
the uneven cobblestones feel like clouds
I blew a kisses to a busking mime
while bopping to ‘Lady Gaga’ sounds
I shocked an old lady
with an act of voluntary kindness
- I gave her my seat on the metro
she had groceries and looked about eighty
People aren’t mean,
they’re just mindless
it’s a form of situational blindness
I hope you guys have a great weekend too,
just relaxin’ and passing into springtime.
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A song for this:
Kissing Strangers feat. Nicki Minaj) by DNCE [E]
Back 2 Back by Dazy Chain
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
Dreams of catalytic prisms
Pry upon my gutter brain
And dance among the gypsies
Of the night.
But when I wake in the morning
No nectar smells and fuzzy hairs
Can fill my finite hole.
Loping about the languid landscape
Of time and place I can’t help but wonder:
Would I have made a better dragonfly
Than a human? Perhaps I was one already
And thought conversely.
And in this way I busied myself with myself
Bip-bopping and buzzing by
The evening bazaar.
Here they come with
an iPhone
Go Pro Zv Max
buddies in their ears
bopping to old tracks
dead cat on a mic
push it in yer face
what are you doing, girl?
Tryin’ to turn a trick
earn your Rhino tranq?
Sneakers burning
keeping warm
sleeping standing
got no dorm
Here they come in
their pink puffy
glittering long fat coats
frothy coffee, milk of oats.
Come see the zoo;
we got dead cats, dead rats,
xylazine zombies too
shootings, drive by’s
OD’s, all you need.
It’s killadelphia man
Sleeping in grime
in this here hood
that ain’t no crime
ain’t no good
Here they come with
Their TikTok
YouTube Instagram smirk
Here’s a Dixie buddy
tell me where to shoot.
My girls lost a foot
you wanna see that?
See him lie, see him die
what you gotta film
to get your likes?
influence me
influencer
nothing to see
make a stir
i n s i d e
3 minutes or so heaven
stress
annoyance
earthly woes
in temporary suspension.
excuse me, world...
stop...wait right there!
we'll meet up
when I'm through
tapping my feet
snapping my fingers
bopping my head
to a catchy beat....
thank you!
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and…
out came a bass guitar
Deep Purple called me up
and asked me to be their Star
So zoom zoom zing
I started to play that thing
when my mentor came to me
and asked me to sing
Sure I will Glenn, anything you say
I can play this darn bass for hours of the day
But my voice is a little rusty even though I’ll try
Please don’t feel sad or even go and cry
Now the magical bass was hopping
And all the women were sobbing
Listen to my bass lines roar
And get to dancing with the bopping
My heart leapt with all joy, still does, with doe eyes.
Back in that day, before I knew Elton’s face, the sighs
of my sister and I, as we lie in our parents bed,
hours of tuning in to the sounds we were fed.
My heart leapt with all joy, as this Middlesex man
belted out this timebomb tune. Pop rock began.
Begins with innocence, new releases rocks repress,
with the leer of a crocodile on “Suzie’s tight dress.”
A young mind doesn’t fixate on innuendoes; doe eyes
recklessly leap and dance; with time, lyrics synthesize.
The moment I hear this tune, I’m back in time, inside
my Haviland skin, “hopping and bopping” amplified.
Charlie was a gentleman
yielding to her wants;
always first to eat
jumped ahead in line.
Felisha was her name;
first, before he joined.
Ranking ruled her mind-
so he must obey.
Letting her steal treats
and his favorite lap;
passing him in halls
while bopping his head.
She died at thirteen.
He lived until twenty-
missing her so dearly.
Charlie was a gentleman.
pitter patter drips drops and plops
blathers blatters splatters sploshes and drips
bitter twitter twatters and twaddles, flips and flops
chitter chatter babbles claptrap baas and blahs
slithering sliding slues, slips and skips
blotches mottles splotches and spots scars and mars
splutter flutter splatter clatters, a kick-started motorcar
crunched cracked munched and punched the whacked gears strips
hipping and hopping, skipping and bop bop bopping, we're not going far
Where did it go wrong?
We made a lot of sweet promises
Weak foundation, broken soul
Endless days of torture and snoring
Now, my life is falling
The day you left I died
Vultures are still feasting on my body
We parted on a golden dawn
What a cruel world we live
I tried but her past couldn’t let her be
Why did this happen to us?
Her face was like the bopping sun
Her smiles were rosy as rosy roses
Never knew her heart was full
Of darkness and tears
Now, there are two people alone
Every day, I rove alone like a homeless dog
I am a stranger in my body, walking
Down a silent, ridiculing street
Broken memories
Living in the past can be very catastrophic
Our love has jumped off the cliff
Days of cold, shivering chimes
I wish she could have trusted me more
But her past killed her before we met
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©?Poem Makers SL (29/03/24)
It's that time
Have others in time
Help thoses màbe blind
So be kind
Have a heart be a part
It a holiday
That's our way
Your stopping and bopping
Walking together and talking
CHRISTMAS SHOPPING
You're clothed in the nuanced expression
of variety, in the unique alchemy
of weave in proximity to the bridge
of wear and wearer at Gaia's boutique.
Where light and shadow dance together
in exquisite harmony.
The creatures run out to the day to be seen as material
witnessings.
The rustling of leaves in the wind, the patter of rain on.
the ground, patterlings
a g loved fit of symbiosis in alchemy gauze
of secure medicinalings.
The laughter of children playing,
and the sweet melody of birds' wingmanning and.
bopping the swaying, surrounding the displaying.
Knitted in comfort of scene like an Uonion.
Umbrellic extension of womb.
A closeness grafted in our canvas of
muse as color and hue,
swatch to match of ensemble curl ie qued
swirl of
coffee cream heart to the batch of daily brew,
togetherness stitched message,
A tip of the cap to you.
who wears short shorts?
she wears short shorts.
a cute song from the seventies.
with preteens bopping around showing their cute fannies.
who wears short shorts today?
In this restaurant a pair of them just went shuffling by.
beneath them there were wobbly, jiggly, wiggly white legs.
the wizen crone is at least eighty.
does she have a mirror?
can she see?
she follows an old guy out.
I nearly fall out of my chair when she calls him “Daddy”.
surely he could tell her.
Those who live in the city
hightail it out to the country
to worship Nature with adoration
for them, a breathtaking vacation…
While those who dwell out in the sticks
drive in to see the city slicks
towering skyscrapers, endless shopping
keeps them hopping and be-bopping…
As for – yawn – me: Been there, done all that
Time to curl up with my fluffy housecat
Switch on the tube for the next moronic spat
‘tween MAGA-men and livid Democrats *
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*'MAGA' stands for 'Make America Great Again,'
which was Donald Trump's campaign slogan.
Gamble and Huff
with all that rhythmic stuff
Throwing down and making 'em get down
to that sweet soul 'Philly Sound'
The Jacksons, Teddy, Phyllis, and the Mighty O'Jays
sweet pulsating sounds for days on days
Fingers snapping, toe-tapping, and heads nodding
Beautiful bodies up bopping and Soul Train hopping
Peanut Butter and Jelly on bread, so sweet
a Philly combination that can't be beat
Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff
Oh so smooth and sho Nuff tough
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