Long 2006 Poems
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Have You Got Gas?
By: Tom Wright
8/1/2006
I power your mowers and propel your cars
One of many derivatives from a barrel of oil,
Pushing three stage rockets past the stars
I’m used to power machines that work the soil.
From our Electrical Grids to Co-generation
There isn’t a locality where I’m not seen needed.
I push, pull, and propel this great nation
While signs of my shortage go relatively unheeded.
Were experiment with solar and fructose the beet
We make ethanol from corn, and if It’s so keen.
Lets go one step further to something really neat
Why not harness our gas from the lowly bean?
HIS GREATNESS IS GOOD--His Love Never Ends
His greatness is good
His greatness is great
Nothing compares to almighty God
For His greatness is good
He’s Alpha and Omega
The beginning and end
He’s more better for you next
Would be your best friend
His greatness is golden and love is on end
So gentle and kind a truly good friend
For I have no heaven nor hell to place you
Never the less people God Bless you
His greatness is good
His greatness is great
Nothing compares to almighty God
For His greatness is good
Yes His love is far golden and
His love never ends
04/30/06
Written By James Edward Lee Sr. ©2006
I woke today, my heart was sore
from what took place the day before.
My wife said she could stand no more.
Depression soars, depression soars
We'd been together fifteen years.
Anniversary drawing near.
her suffering I could not hear,
to wipe her tears, to wipe her tears.
She told me she fell out of love
because my career came above.
Now finally she'd had enough,
it's getting rough, it's getting rough.
I can't believe I could not see,
my beautiful bride leaving me.
My legs gave out, dropped to my knees
and tried to plea, I tried to plea.
Jared Pickett
12/17/2006
Asavvy1
Form:
For the greatest hamburgers, hot dogs, and fresh-cut fries,
we must only know one location, and that’s “Five Guys”.
The stores are found in thirteen states along the east coast.
Food is fresh and never frozen, quality’s the most!
Their burgers cooked to order from the best cuts of beef,
and freshly cut potatoes taste great beyond belief!
Fifteen delicious toppings are available there.
Any other fast food restaurant fails to compare.
Freshly roasted peanuts are served complimentary.
Free refills with drinks and they are priced reasonably.
So go to your nearest Five Guys if you want a treat.
You will learn their food quality can never be beat.
Copyright 2006 seven out enterprises.
Posted here especially for Andrea Dietrich
A TRUE STORY.....(honest engine!!) This is fine country living !!
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T'was the night after New Years, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings and tree stored away with a sigh
Finished the last drop of eggnog, and the last piece of pie
Ma in her kerchief, and Pa in his cap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap
When the phone by the bedside made OH! Such a clatter!!
That I woke in a daze, to see what was the matter!
Neighbor Dan on the phone....he needed some help!
I laughed when he told me, in spite of myself!
A cow's in his pool....so chubby and plump!!
He needed strong arms to help haul out that big rump!!
Rushing over,...to my wondering eyes should appear
There's Old Bessie in water right up to her ears!
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof,
Old Bessie was frightened....she had made a big goof!!
Friends ran to the rescue, and went straight to work...
Taking care that poor Bessie wouldn't get hurt.
They put heads together and laid out a plan,
Tied ropes 'round Old Bessie as fast as they can.
Then hooked to Dan's truck, and gave him a whistle
And up came Old Bessie like the down of a thistle!!
She shook from the cold like a bowlful of jelly,
So they patted and prodded, till she rolled on her belly.
Then off ran the cow, with relief and so merry,
Her cheeks a bit frozen, her nose like a cherry!
We were offered hot chocolate to warm up again,
Four o'clock in the morning, and was time to turn in!
Our neighbor called out, as we got out of sight
"Happy New Year and Thank You! And to all a good night!!"
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See?? Country living isn't as boring as people might think!
Masks
Feelings often fall – like tear drops – upon life’s mirrors.
Experiences seem to coalesce within the surface of bottomless lakes.
Written words tell stories ones voice does not mean to speak of.
Ones subconscious enfolds – all – lost upon the waves of times passing.
Into life – she brings - many, many rays of brilliant light.
She has been the catalyst for many a dazzling day !
Sadly, hovering within reach, so many black clouds and lightening
- judgmental, critical, know it all, distant, walls, no feelings for –
casting heavy shadows across the faces of hope, of desire,
of dreams unfulfilled, of experience touched but ever so lightly.
These black clouds, these shadows, these rays of light,
combined - beneath your beauty - a mask doth make, to hide. to show
within eyes one can look into that gives one glimpses of you.
After all this time !, I still know not, nor what to do ?
B. J. “A” 2
November 3rd 2006
THE ME THAT SHE LIKES IN ME.
The only me she likes in me
Is the me of me only on bed,
For my me is full , strong and lanky.
She is ever laughing vivaciously
On, beside ,with and under me,
Never tired but smiling during
The game called “Bedminton”.
I hardly picks point for
She is a non-stop poacher
Poaching and hitting endlessly
Till I fade away finally.
She was of no special brain
Neither does she got unique intellect
But she is of everything in “Bedminton” .
I became very lanky as she grumbles
And complain of nothing but lacking something
Despite sucking my bulky lanky “corkky”.
I fled into a hiding , gasping and hoping
Not to have her cross my path again’
Oh no ! here she comes again
Laughing with a rare vigour.
Off I went on the ground as I opened
My eyes at the hospital two days after.
What happened to me ? I echoed
“Thanked God he is alive ,Doctor
Come and discharge us , lets go home”
I fainted again beholding her voice
And her very mean look
Her laughter more stronger than
That of an hyena whose pray is around
I was not too sure if I will ever wake up again.
Alayande Stephen T
16th April, 2006
3.15pm
Spiced up story depicting my same friend with her
Same heartthrob who his battling to abscond from.
OUR
Form:
Age’s toll
The soul screams – cries out in silence –
in age, without dreams – never comes a chance
for souls, it seems – to experience another dance
under moon beams – have life’s moment enhance
the hours of one’s day, or better one’s ways,
no matter how they pray, for hours to fade away
so that one might say, nothing lasts, nothing stays,
no one left to play, so for everyone who may
get to see, get to feel, get to understand and know
the essence of the one who takes the time to show
what is buried beneath the snow of a cold mans soul
which by north winds, and by south winds, doth blow.
( B. J. “A ” 2 )
March 23th 2006
Like open arms
These broken gates reach out to me
And lead me to the lonely house
That overlooks the sea
Her door once proud and stately
Now splintered hangs in shame
As she realizes no longer can she
Keep out the wind and rain
I look into her beautiful
Sad and haunted eyes
These windows to her soul
Where alone she waits to die
Her rooms I see before me
Stripped naked raped and bleeding
And somewhere from within them
I hear her softly pleading
She beckons me to enter
I cross her threshold timidly
And suddenly an old familiar feeling
Comes washing over me
The floorboards squeak beneath me
As I move slowly down the hall
Tip-toeing through the paper roses
All withered on her walls
I step into her parlor
With tears falling from my eyes
As precious memories carry me
To the place my heart resides
I see her in her former splendor
Dressed in satin and old lace
Crystal chandeliers reflect the light
And caress her lovely face
French doors open to the fields
Where once I used to play
Make believe in lands of dreams
On sunny summer days
Silky curled beside the hearth
Purring softly as she sleeps
I caress her so tenderly
As my heart falls at her feet
The air is filled with music
As grandma strokes the keys
The aunts and uncles all join in
And sing in harmony
We take our places at the table
Laid out in fine bone china
We bow our heads and thank the Lord
For all the ties that bind us
Grandpa carves the giant turkey
Grandma brings the platters
We fill our plates with food and mirth
And an endless stream of chatter
And when the moon hangs overhead
In a soft and velvet sky
One by one we take our leave
With hugs kisses and goodbye’s.
I love you Grandma
I love you Grandpa
Rings into the night
And once again in my world
Everything is right
I close the door behind me
I say my last farewell
As I hear her take her final breath
In the trill of a whippoorwill
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Author: Elaine George
My first entry on Poetrysoup - Feb. 2, 2006
11/4/1991, KENOSHA, WI – Police say a man wearing a fake goatee burst into a restaurant and assaulted a customer. The victim asked, “Why are you wearing a fake goatee?” Police say the attacker answered, “It’s not a goatee, it’s a van dyke,” then punched him in the nose and fled.
12/9/1996, IMPERIAL BEACH, CA – Police say a man in a Buster Keeton mask burst into a restaurant and assaulted a customer. The victim asked, “Why are you wearing a Buster Keeton mask?” Police say the attacker answered, “It’s not Buster Keeton. It’s Buster Crabbe,” then punched him in the nose and fled.
6/26/1998, ODESSA, Texas – Police say a man affecting a Spanish accent burst into a restaurant and assaulted a customer. The victim asked, “Why are you affecting a Spanish accent?” Police say the attacker answered, “It’s not Spanish. It’s Catalan,” then punched him in the nose and fled.
11/25/2006, SHREVEPORT, LA – Police say a man wearing a Mitt Romney campaign button burst into a restaurant and assaulted a customer. The victim asked, “Why are you wearing a Mitt Romney campaign button?” Police say the attacker answered, “It’s not a campaign button. It’s flair,” then punched him in the nose and fled.
3/6/2007, SEATTLE, WA – Police say a man wearing a satin vest burst into a restaurant and assaulted a customer. The victim asked, “Why are you wearing a satin vest?” Police say the attacker answered, “It’s not satin. It’s velour,” then punched him in the nose and fled.
2/12/2008, VIENNA, MO – Police say a person dressed in a nun’s habit burst into a restaurant and assaulted a customer. The victim asked, “Why are you dressed in a nun’s habit?” Police say the attacker answered, “It’s not a habit. It’s a vocation,” then punched him in the nose and fled.
6/18/2009, MARLTON, NJ – Police say a person riding a scooter chair burst into a restaurant and assaulted a customer. The victim asked, “Why are you riding a scooter chair?” Police say the attacker answered, “It’s not a scooter chair. It’s a civil right,” then punched him in the nose and fled.
3/27/2010, KING of PRUSSIA, PA – Police say a person holding a bottle of urine burst into a restaurant and assaulted a customer. The victim asked, “Why are you holding a bottle of urine?” Police say the attacker answered, “It’s not urine. It’s mine,” then punched him in the nose and fled.