Amber's ember shivers me timber
Action simmers, my timber's limber
Simmer brought to a boil
With massage parlor oil
Not just a client, I'm a member!
“The employee shortage is so bad that long haired freaky people can now apply!”
~ seen on a mobile sign
Being of sorta sound mind and long hair,
I dare to compare myself with the supporters,
defenders of the length though “at my age, I
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cut it in a current style to look younger, I’m told.
Stand up. Stand proud. Stand firm.
My hair length does not define my age, my hubris,
my intelligence, my popularity, my worth, or my freakiness.
Whatever… Maybe now I will be able to get a job. LOL
Like the ocean s the shore
endlessly, violently,
Until I'm nothing but salt on your skin.
Dripping sweet with memories...
Freaky hard do me.
On the edge of the kitchen counter,
Knock over the wine glass I never finished.
Pull my legs apart as I claw at your shirt,
Bite down on my shoulder to muffle the growl,
And leave me dripping where the light flickers.
So hard, do me.
Hold me down,with a grip that
Screams it's me who got a hold of you!!!
Push into me like you're carving
Your name into something eternal.
Make me forget the cold floor
Beneath us, the way the world spins.
Make me remember only you...
Just me.
Life in 2024
.
Ethics only on board...
Educators are on roads......…
Rich always freaky..
Poor always shaky..
Frauds seems always happy
Life was in 2024 tragedy..
Life in 2024
.
Ethics only on board...
Educators are on roads......…
Rich always freaky..
Poor always shaky..
Frauds seems always happy
Life was in 2024 tragedy..
.
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We grew our hair down to our shoulders
Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards
Turned up our noses at those who were older
'Cos we were so hip, so freaky, so weird
Revved up our stereos, going stone-deaf
Dropped pill after pill, of common sense bereft
Wore psychedelic threads to match our psychedelic brains
We thought ourselves 'free,' but we were really in chains
Don't ask me if the Sixties were 'wonderful years!'
~ Just leave me alone with my cigars and my beer
I'm naughty and I'm nice
I'm a good girl but I can be a freaky girl for the right guy
To most people I come off shy
The only thing you'll get from me is a Hi
The man who correctly loves me and adores me
Will unleash the freaky side of me
I'm naughty but I'm nice
I'm slow when it comes to loving another
When you love me the way I should be loved
When it comes to jumping on your wood
I won't think twice
I'll give it to you with all my might
Baby boy don't think twice
You deserve it
You worshipped me
You deserve me
Get on your knees and say please
Now let me show you the freaky side of me
Living One’s Life
With living one’s life—
so begins now all the temptations and
all the true mortal strife.
Knowing that what may come and what
each of us may face, may not be any fun,
if at all. After all, we are all mortal in the
end.
Never fear those freaky foolish foibles of
fate, for your future lies at eternity’s gate.
Be courageous and show real compassion,
for your life’s run is a most noble action.
Human perfection is such a worthy goal,
yet one’s true passion is the guiding rule.
As each of us seek out our own respective
destinies in this life, never forget that God
is always with us and observing us, as distant
from us, as He truly is.
Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2021 (Lyric)
On Halloween night, creatures roam the street
Vampires, a ghost wearing a white bed sheet
I hear blood curdling screams
I'm sure they'll haunt my dreams
Freaky things won't keep me in ~"Trick or treat?"
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He is a freaky little flea.
Dancing between Jim and me.
Making romance hard to be
I shake his foot as you can see.
He laughs crazy, this little flea.
We can’t get close says my husband Lee.
He follows us, living on a knee.
How irritating can he be?
Sometimes I have some very freaky dreams,
where I am strangely always the big star;
and part of weird situations it seems.
When I awake my dream seems gone and far,
like did I really jump off a high cliff;
maybe did- because I have a huge scar.
In my dream I have a pet skunk called Sniff
I am giving Sniff a bath in the river;
then sleeping in the snow till I am stiff.
I wander a house so cold I shiver,
laughing to self searching in the attic;
I hear my name and I start to quiver.
Its a doll talking- I scream dramatic,
I seem to jump from each scene all quirky;
my fanciful dreams are so erratic.
Oh, I've lost Sniff, that little skunk perky,
I wake- and my dream has gone all murky.
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April 4, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Freaky Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1130-979-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The 1960's were pretty freaky
The British invasion pretty sneaky
Old Guard politics pretty creaky
(America's favorite dessert a Twinkie)
Folk singers and protest songs pretty cheeky
~ Bob Dylan's voice gravelly and pretty squeaky
Barry Goldwater's horn-rimmed specs plenty geeky
Boston Celtics' championship run plenty streaky
(Kids 'of all ages' favorite toy a Slinky)
Woodstock Music Festival's skies plenty leaky
Jimmy Hendrix' Star-Spangled Banner provocatively neat-key
~ Not to mention the paleoanthropological excavations and monkeyshines
of Louis and Mary Leakey!
Went to the doctor for my sinus infection,
gave me a steroid shot with good intentions,
woke up today with a mustache and beard,
my voice an octave lower which I feared,
Am going to work soon with my new look,
wonder if they'll think I'm an incognito kook,
hopefully they'll accept my new hirsutism and voice,
because frankly I don't think they have much of a choice!!
2-10-17
They had gathered at a spooky castle,
The moon was full and bright,
Located on the Scottish moor
The party started late at night.
The werewolf was there
With his hair done out with gell,
Lochy arrived in his scale-mobile,
His green outfit looked so swell.
Vampires from Transylvania
Sat in the corner drinking blood,
The Yetie and the Yowie
Were dancing with a thud.
The Tasmanian Devil was screaming
As he did a loop-de-loop,
His dancing really out of hand
As he landed in Sasquatch's soup.
The monster music suddenly stopped,
Everyone stood and looked in awe,
You see it was the party host,
The Headless Ghost from County Core.
"Do not stop for me my friends,
Fun you're having I can see,
But if you spot a head that looks quite dead
Kindly return it here to me."
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