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Premium Member ankle stomping dancer gentleman Jim

Lively gentleman Jim was an ankle stomper
a snazzy dresser, an avid dance floor romper
all of the old ladies loved taking a whirling painful turn
He was the Casanova dancer in the Nursing Home of Pern

JIM CROW

GOD
Destroyed 
The
Roman
Empire

8647

GOING AFTER HIM

SEASHELLS ON THE SEASHORE JIM

ANOTHER TRUMP WHIM


My Jim

In the galaxy of my heart, Jim charts his path,
His spear flies like stars lighting the way.
He takes his time, never rushed,
With every move, the world feels his respect.
In love, he is the gravity that keeps me in place.

Premium Member my 8 year old son in the back of the car said, 'Dad, i love Elvis Presley'

it happened as we rounded the roundabout
which is supposed to happen
are you lonesome tonight? (laughing version)

my daughter has been yelling at the smart speaker
to play a katy perry song the speaker has never heard of
for the last forty minutes 
she bops down the street
imitating the bass from rick james' 
super freak

the stress management course advises to
cultivate a non-work identity
in which i have decided to be Jim Morrison 

i've been standing outside the back door.
i need to develop authentic communication skills,
confidence,
and a depth of knowledge

pursue travel, and athletic challenges or
a mental health professional 

i have been advised to carry a notebook
and wear the leather jacket
and grow my hair
two out of those three i can do

Premium Member Jack N' Jim

She's got nerve,
Calling him a boozer
Sittin' next to him
She feels like such a loser
When He's been drinkin'
She'll give that boy a wack
He likes his Jim
But he don't know jack

I heard they got married
Bout a year ago
Figured to elope
I think the story goes
She thought, "What a Man"
As they wrestled in the sack
Yes The boy likes his Jim
But he don't know Jack

Chorus
Now if you're gonna drink
And mess around with girls
Don't pick a Bossy one
or she'll upset your world
And if you plan to keep on drinkin'
And remember watch your back
Cause you Can trust your Jim
But you don't know Jack

Instrumental

The Honeymoon's now over
And she hates it when he drinks
But he is kinda slow
He don't care what she thinks
But when he reaches for a bottle
She's ready to attack
'Cause he likes his Jim
But he don't know Jack


Chorus
Now if you're gonna drink
And mess around with girls
Don't pick a Bossy one
or she'll upset your world
And if you plan to keep on drinkin'
And remember watch your back
Cause you Can trust your Jim
But you don't know Jack


Premium Member garden gnome Jim

garden gnome Jim loved the marigolds especially
And the sunflowers of course, and petunias, luckily
He tended the garden, every day, admiring each berry
Occasionally sneaking a radish, rose, or a strawberry.

Premium Member Tiny Tim Becomes Musclebound Jim

      We all knew a fellow named ‘Tiny Tim’
      Fit as a fiddle, though extremely slim

         Poor Tim had weakling muscles
         And needed a side hustle

      So he spent all his spare time in the gym

Premium Member JIM AND HIS DOG LICK

JIM SITS WITH HIS NEW 
DOG LICK SHE SITS AT JIMS 
FEET WATCHING HIS WIFE EAT
JIM SAYS LICK DOESN'T MIND 

BEING SECOND SHE'S 
USE TO IT FROM HER OLD 
OWNERS EVERY MOVE JIM 
MAKES LICK MAKES WAGGING
 
HER JET BLACK TAIL JIM GOT 
HER AFTER HIS DOG DIED HE 
ENJOYS ALL THE LICKS FROM 
HIS NEW DOG SIT LICK STAY 

LICK FINALLY JIM PICKS UP 
HIS GUITAR JUMP LICK JUMP 
LICK JUMPS HIGH LICK JUMPS 
LOW HOW LOW CAN LICK GO

Premium Member Tornado Jim Competes with his Sister

Tornado Jim was an unruly evil F-5.
He barely left anyone alive.
Threw cattle and tractors into the air.
Crushed combines and backhoes; he did not care.

Gloated that he had destroyed more farms than his sis.
She gave him a mean finger and snarled with a hiss.
Next time she destroyed, she vowed to be worse than him.
She was always in competition with Tornado Jim.

Premium Member The Demise of jim crow in Minneapolis

Fifty years ago...the age of self-reflection

Hollow crumbs, shadows of proud vestiges
As minneapolis' jim crow vanished slowly,
Painfully, no longer admired at country club
Cocktail parties celebrating ribbon-cuttings

My family was inside and unaware of history 
Working class achievement,
 First deli in marble edifice
To corporate greed,
 Connecting the longest Minneapolis
Skyway North to Washington Ave.
Dallas barons, puppet-masters

Guilding their empire on the backs
Of working class talent, eager to eat the
Crumbs of capitalism 

Spoon  (Mr Witherspoon) slaved to achieve the
Pinnacle of jim-crow "shoe-shine" stands in
 Pillsbury's new world headquarters
Admired in his community 
Proudly placed out front, then moved
To the back of a hair salon, ignoble-crushed

Under the weight of boardroom glare
jim-crow lost it's shine

Spoon

            Lost

                      His

                              Leg


4-18-25
5:55am


Redemption by Jim Barlow

Pensive is the mind
In the vacuum of time
When suddenly it hit us.
That four of a kind 
Can look sublime
But all it does is collect dust.

You can never find
The lemon or the lime
When all at once it bit us
The razor shined
 on the Mercury dime
We’re down, and all around are against us.

You’re falling behind
Begin the climb
It’s steep but don’t let it trip us
Let these words remind,
Remember this rhyme,
Let your heart and soul just lead us.

We were once blind
Til God took our crime
Never was He against us 
We seek and we find
We crawl through the grime
Then redemption is there to receive us.

Premium Member When Jim Swimmed


There once was a fellow named Jim
Who always kept himself slim and trim
But as he got older
He got big as a boulder
And sank to the bottom when he swimmed!

Jim-Bob

• "Knock knock," a familiar voice said
• I peep through the window and swing open the door 
• My good friend Jim-Bob is seen standing there
• Feet glued to the floor

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