there was an Irishman named Heep
in bed often times had to count sheep
till one night it was said
with young Molly in bed
they barely got started when he fell asleep
Categories:
heep, humorous,
Form: Limerick
B-rave
I-mpressive
E-vangelist
N-otably
V-aliantly
E-mploys
N-oble
I-ntegrity
D-ivinely
O-verseeing
S-heep
A-s
N-onstop
T-riumph
I-s
A-mazingly
G-oing
O-n
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Bienvenido C. Santiago (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
heep, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
We stumble through life, we play it cheap, thinking life's a game, life's for keeps.
So we slip, we slide, we peep, we creep, a mountain of problems on our shoulders we heep.
Because whatever we sow we will also reap.
However, for financial gain, into hell we'll leap. The injustice, under the rug we sweep, while being lead to the slaughter like blind sheep.
Life is not a, bleep? Whatever we sow we shall reap.
Now life is wonderful, life is deep so never, evet play it cheep. Living life right the road is steep and often times you will weep.
Still we must fight the good fight and not end up in the scrap heap. Even after we sleep, what we sow in this life, in the afterlife. We Will Reap.
Categories:
heep, beautiful, blessing, celebration, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
L-et the flock of sheep endure,
O-n the thirtieth of September;
V-icious lies ruin the faith,
E-xtend the truth from the Maker.
L-et the flock of sheep keep their hopes alive;
Y-es, let their trust in God stay strong to survive.
R-ight now uplift them,
E-nlighten them so deep;
Y-earn to inspire the chosen,
E-dify the flock of
S-heep.
Categories:
heep, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Ten thousand stitches maybe more
Two hundred patches to adore
Reminds me of my life before
before I moved away
All through summer and without leisure
She sat and sewed in constance pleasure
I watched Her every cut and measure
measured Me while out at play
Then in the fall, when Jack Frost creeped
up to my window, while fast asleep
found me bundled in a heep
of patches with out fray
Now through the years, when it gets cold
I lay in comfort, head to toe
Thanking God, Mom learned to sow
Right up until this day
Categories:
heep, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
It swirls in with the wood grains on the floor
Like an implanted kiss from smeared lipstick
Conforming on it's own
like an individual fingerprint.
The texture turned to the same of an orange peel
Deprived of it's nectar with a gritty feel.
Once delighted in by a fortune single
Picked precisely for it's comforting tingle
Lays now in a heep, completely stranded
It's home laying deep in a pocket abandoned.
Thrown to the ground like nothing at all
Bruised with dirt, the evidence of it's fall
Unaware of the future's torment,
It adheres to the splinters
like hardened cement.
The length of it's stay determines release
The longer it holds the odds increase
Of being tortured with knives and razors
In sweat and tears and bleeding mascara.
Such a sad little story that's often not told
Until the reality of it happens
and the matters unfold.
With that being said and the facts all true
Why does gum still stick my shoe?
Categories:
heep, introspection,
Form: I do not know?
Poetry is a Risky Business
The Recipe for Poetry
Open stereo
Turn volume medium high
Poor 3 shots of whiskey
Add 2 bottles of wine
Open 1 bag of chips
Add one box of Oreos
Listen to Alice Cooper
Then Abba
Then Dance of the knights
Then listen to all 3 at the same time
Stick pins into the doll of your ex
For added drama add some ketchup
Open up 2 brands of cheese
Because that shows some class that you have 2 types on hand
Do this
Before opening second bottle of wine
This way you’re not an alcoholic
Turn on some Paul McCartney and Uriah Heep
During moments the stereo is on high volume
Sing along
Down to the skivvies it is, if you have a hockey stick
A little air guitar for some added inspiration
Cut up some Edgar Allen Poe poems
To put between the Oreos and cheese
Eat till the feeling of darkness overcomes you
Let your thoughts simmer 5 hours
Voila done
When you wake up
You should have 1 or 2 poems facing you
Categories:
heep, art, butterfly, candy, cheer
Form: Light Verse
Will the people ever ball-
at the right of their figures?
And let cock be the trigger?
At the sign of the savior?
With the women in blazes?
True signs come and go,
it is amazing...
People heap hype at the sight of the mic,
at freight night-
and at soccer fields European wide.
But why confide?
Mean people act mean because they have mean to say,
I mean,
they wonder all day why they are that way!
But in a shining star,
people pretend to see afar,
just across the bar.
People will heep-hipe more clearer,
when the dogs try to lick silver,
they will see people right,
when the night turns into the revealer.
In time it will become,
because in my mind there is a plum-
so dam ripe,
I am starting to come.
Categories:
heep, allusion, devotion, fire, flower,
Form: Light Verse
Who is this man in the small red shorts and very dark hair?
Strutting through a garbage heep garage without a care?
It was like looking at a store and most certainly not green,
The ecological damage of over purchasing could be seen.
He was grooving through this mess in short shorts of red,
No shirt on looking like he just got out of his own bed,
The face was blurred and they thought no one could "see".
But I know the truth of who it was, it was told to me!
**someone needs to cut back on purchases,
he was something else to look at..
Categories:
heep, funny
Form: Quatrain
The darkness comes,
covers the sky.
The blood flows,
slowly he'll die.
Flesh pales,
skin grows cold.
There's no escape,
from death's frigid hold.
He can not run,
he can not hide.
He'll fall down dead,
eyes open wide.
Fear takes over,
terror sinks in.
In this game,
he will not win.
Blood runs cold,
the blade cuts deep.
He falls to the ground,
in a crumpled heep.
The darkness comes,
covers the sky.
The blood flows,
surley he'll die.
Categories:
heep, death, depression, loss, sad
Form: Rhyme
AC/DC, the rockers from down under
Boston, with Tom Scholz on guitar, sweet thunder
Creedence Clearwater, singing Proud Mary
Deep Purple, from the 70's, rocking and hairy
Eagles, easy listening, bum hugging music
Foreigner, with their Englishman Mick
Gun, from Glasgow, Taking on the World
Heart, from Seattle, just have to be heard
Inxs, singing their Afterglow
Journey, from Frisco, under the Bay Bridge flow
Kiss, in make up, after these Crazy Crazy Nights
Loverboy, from Canada, in concert excite
Marillion, prog rockers singing the lovely Kayleigh
Nazareth, from Scotland, singing Please Don't Judas Me
OMD, with their song Enola Gay
Pink Floyd, just let Emily Play
Queen, without Freddie, but their show went on
Rush, from Toronto, three playing amazing songs
Styx, with Tommy Shaw, their blond blue eyed boy
Thin Lizzy, from Dublin, playing Inverness were a joy
Uriah Heep, named after a character by Dickens
Van Halen, with Eddie, and his guitar rockin lickin
Wishbone Ash, a favourite band of mine
XTC, singing Senses Working Overtime
Yes, with album covers, by Roger Dean
ZZ Tops, singing Legs, those legs need to be seen
Categories:
heep, inspirational, music
Form: ABC
another day goes by in my world
another day with no one to hold
no one there to watch me sleep
only me a worthless heep
no mater what goes down
the city is safe and sound
the roses wraped arround your crown
never wilts when it the sun goes down
theres light again another day
words cant say what i cant say
the insomnia broken down
colapse in pain onto the ground
im on the outside looking back in
a broken body decks the halls
the ballance tipped from side to side
limed with the essance of foolish pride
no mater what goes down
the city is safe and sound
the roses wraped arround your crown
never wilts when it the sun goes down
Categories:
heep, song-city, day, me, sun,
Form: Verse
So many friends
So little time
So many friends
None want to be mine
I pretend that I'm fine
Seeing them pass me by
So cruel and cold it makes me cry
I tried to say hello but all I heard is
Good-bye
I wonder how often they've lied
I'm sick of all their games
And being called all those names
Names that made me weep
Crumbling in a broken heep
Begging my mother
Don't make me go back
I won't survive another attack
I don't know who to trust
To think of all the hurt the've thrust
In my heart
In my soul
My entire being
To insult the me they're seeing
I've been burned so many times
In more than one way
Right now I"ve just one more thing to say
Karma's coming at you the least expected day!
Categories:
heep, life, loss, sad, social,
Form: Rhyme