I wish to drown in your ocean,
Do you find that odd?
Do you find me odd?
I am the man whose heart you have sold
Tell me, did you get enough coin?
Three pieces of gold?
Take two and buy ye self a coat,
Since your heart is so cold.
I am expendable, that much I know
Hold my head down Dear, it's okay we're all alone
The water's cold this time of the year but enough stalling, it's time to go
One more thing, Dear, please, take your time, make it slow
I will not feel a thing, remember, my heart's been sold.
Judy Tucker’s Jelly
Sally Ann’s ass
Lucy in the sky with vacuum
Pretty puzzlers
Tiny tina’s marigolds,
Give color flavor beauty and meaning to our lives
Helping us remember
What we’re here for.
One guy spilled his fruit drink on Judy’s dress
The other fellow swung at her, but missed
She avoided a black eye
But Judy began to cry
Wishing she didn’t look like such a mess
Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation
For intimacy and hope
Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them
In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
As compatriots to the morning
Air
With guitar strums and high notes
Truth be told
Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird
And not particularly
Pretty
Brown and gray as a mound of dirt
Chirpy jerky punk band
And they have no problem with crowding out
From a bush or bird feeder
Finches and chick-a-dees
They’re kind of a bully
Push around those that are smaller
Who carry pouches of yellow and pink
And tiny symphonies
They clog up my eavestroughs with nests
Right now
I watch one sparrow land on top of another
And the tree branch bends down
Under their heft
Bounces up and down
To their sex
Again
The limb
Seemingly
Waving them off
Or so it tries
As if it’s saying
Get off me you animals.
Thought I heard a bluebird sing
somewhere over the rainbow
I was wrong 'twas but a song
playing away there on the radio
bought a garland and some gum
for Frances the girl next door
sadly due to a bad accident in London
the unfortunate lady is here no more
studio moguls and public pressures
to their shame were to blame no doubt
but the brainless Scarecrow simply said
of her... 'She just plain wore out'
Sing me a song for Judy, Lord
Pick up the one she loved
Choose from the memory I hold
She’s watching from above
Perhaps unknowingly, but still
She hears what I say
A song for Judy, so she will
Be pleased in special way
My Judy dear, you’re so far
From places that you know
You had to go, it’s so bizarre
You haven’t told me so
I ask the Lord to sing for you
Cause I ain’t got the voice
To sing it, but the Lord can do
Hope you’ll approve His choice…
Judy, my Judy….what’s happened to you?
Why did you go out so far
Wind in the willows won’t tell what to do
Neither will tell the North Star
Where is my Judy, direct me to her
If anyone knows, tell me now
Which road to take if you really confirm
That she is there anyhow
I know she was tired, and she is at rest
It was long awaited, I know
Judy, my Judy, I know you are blessed
Call me, I’m so damn alone
Judy is calling you, this sign I saw
So many times, so I’ll wait
I am a waiting man, ready to go
Call me, it’s never too late.
Judy’s catchy enthusiasm galvanized our pirate crew
so we set sail down the seven seas, ocean blue
yo-ho-ho- we sang loudly, merry and gay
other fearsome pirate ships moved out of our way
excitement permeated our mission, our spirits high
we kissed all our hardships, doubts and do nots goodbye
stirred up, we were filled with crazy amounts of joy and glee
ready to be as evil and mean as Simon La Gree
We are going to make our enemies walk the plank we sang
giving exuberant cheers, our enthusiasm as loud as a bang
we snarled and grouched, and fought over who would be chief
arguing all the way to the largest West Indies big reef
she had set our hearts afire, giving us confidence galore
We were still arguing about it, when we reached a sandy shore
in a very short time, our Judy was elected captain by a vote
I could not argue about it in this island, remote
There was a lady named Judy
She was quite a cutie
Until the wig came off
And makeup was tossed
Then she looked like Howdy Doody
"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue,"
A radio plays where the curtains withdrew
Her distant voice drifts from another room,
Drizzling drops still fall and dark clouds loom
In another place, another day, another time,
The house was new and the weather sublime
Winds whistle through windows broken,
Singing along with the lyrics spoken
Echoing from somewhere with hope anew,
"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue."
A little old lady named Judy,
Works hard to accomplish her duties.
She cooks and she cleans,
Runs errands, makes things,
For friends and for family outings.
Sometimes her arthritis flares up.
She can barely pick up a cup;
But she's no cry baby,
She's one tough old lady,
A hot bath and a pill and she's up.
She'll finish the job 'fore she'll stop.
She loves life and she lives it a lot.
She'll keep goin' full tilt,
Until she gets kilt,
Or she runs out of gas and just drops.
Just because you saw a pond
Didn’t mean you had to swim
Just because you found a gown
Was not time to tie the knot
A knockout yes, yes I know
But it is for another time
And another place for all
This is the end of this day
Come with me to another place
Another happier time
When peace walked in the streets
And joy talked to all our kind
Your future holds you know not now
But one thing I can see
That peace will come to you someday
And tears will wash away
Your singing sounds awfully sweet
when I hear Donovan's composition "Sunny Goodge Street".
"Send In The Clowns" also sounds great,
along with "Suzanne"; they are both first rate.
Your greatest hit that made number one
was "Both Sides Now". It can't be outdone.
All your great songs I continue to play.
I'm so glad you're still around today.
Moody
Judy,
Sweetie
Twenty
Writes she
as he
Footle
Doodle.
*A 6th Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 21, 2020)
Dec. 21, 2020
FOOTLE-me Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Olivia, Olivia, the stars ever bow to ya,
And glow like the eyes of Kind Korea;
And roses ever fall at your feet!
For now you're among heaven's elite.
By middle name Judy, you were known;
And now the fields have overgrown;
Since the days of country lane,
And Papa coming on his cane.
You're Queen of Hearts, Olivia Judith Queen,
Though you never graced a movie screen;
Since the redbirds sing of you,
And since pale skies are suddenly blue.
Your memory brightly shines in all our lives,
As a flower does when summer arrives;
And the long winter has ended,
And our broken hearts have been mended.
Persistence of memory is ever strong,
And forever plays its heart song,
And the setting sun leaves traces of its beauty,
And traces of you...Queen Judy.
In loving memory of my late aunt, Olivia Judith Queen (my namesake), who passed away in 1999.
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