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Madame Sierra
if you think you can have another man, on the side;
Then it's off with you, then you and you friend need to go bye-bye-bye-bye;
Don't shed a tear in front of me;
I'll give you know sympathy, my, my, my
As you cry, cry, cry;
You're unfaithful, you're untrue;
Adios! to you;
Goodbye to
This no longer love affair, you don't even care;
Madame Sierra
Why you messing around wit all them other fellows
You'r like a dog in heat multiplying like rabbits under the trees;
Leave me be
Don't shed a tear in front of me;
I'll give you know sympathy, my, my, my
As you cry, cry, cry;
You're unfaithful, you're untrue;
Adios! to you;
Goodbye to
This no longer love affair, you don't even care;
Madame Sierra
I don't want to get near you;
Men act like dogs near a fire hydrant;
Rising their legs and urinating;
You're bad to the bone and it shows;
you're so uncaring, Madame Sierra;
You're barking up the wrong tree with me;
Your like a dog every times he's sees a cat;
Barking and running around and all that;
Go on, move on, walk on don't run fast;
Your fussing like a dog don't count ain't gonna last;
Again you're barking up the wrong tree, with me;
if you think you can have another man, on the side;
Then it's off with you, then you and you friend need to go bye-bye-bye-bye;
Don't shed a tear in front of me;
I'll give you know sympathy, my, my, my
As you cry, cry, cry;
You're unfaithful, you're untrue;
Adios! to you;
Goodbye to
This no longer love affair, you don't even care;
Madame Sierra
10/11/70
Written words by James Edward Lee©1970, 2019
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
# Inspired by many people who overuse hash-tag for absolutely no reason whatsoever! (#):
# You’re acting like a fool,
experimenting on every flavored pills!
Hash-tagging is worthless –
Who gets hash-tagging thrills?
You’re just looking for fame if you use that sign (# so lame)
It does eventually lead to shame without a name!
#’s overrated…seriously annoying as well!
What’s the point of using it?
Who can tell . . . It’s annoying (# just a bit!)
It’s even worse than someone saying something’s swag
# you’re so RAD! You’re bad to the bone I must add!
But, you can be a useless tool – repairing naught!
# What? Why are you still using the sign? You’re crazy and cool (# not!)
What’s the purpose of #?
It’s overused like a filthy, wet rag!
No more hash-tagging! I don’t wanna hear you brag!
# Your lame and so is your hash-tagging ability!
I hope you know no one cares about your personal life – # it’s not a cup of tea
# Say goodbye to the overrated sign!
Find something else to do than put up statuses with hash-tag in it –
I already heard about you through the grapevine – # you’re a gossiping target – I’m not trying to be rude! Obviously, I’m in a bad mood!
Don’t shut me out or ignore my calls! Hash-tag is okay to use once in a blue moon – # you are still “swag” and legit, so don’t throw your childish fit! Get over it and grow up, dude!
Okay! Maybe hash-tag is overrated in this verse, # but I have no regret! You wanna bet?
The ferryman impatiently awaits
But I lack the gold
So I ask him to wait, as I put him on hold..
I call the grim reaper hoping for a loan
He appeared soon after through my headstone
He's cloaked in all black looking bad to the bone
What is it now? Did you get stoned?
NOoo.. I offed myself in a cornfield all alone
Yeah like how E.T. phoned himself home?
"Please grim I just need a little bread" I begged
Okay, give me a minute but don't hold your breathe
Yeah..well I'm already dead!
After half a century grim returns
He says "sorry bud but you gotta burn"
My jaw drops and i start to run
Without thinking I jump in the river
Soaking in cold green gunk, my body quivers
I stop to look back and think to myself "wow I'm a fast swimmer!"
Grim laughs pointing his bony finger yelling "look at that SINNER!!"
Then out of nowhere, a beautiful angel drys me off and fly's me to dinner
Blameless
If you want to be glad then be glad,
If you want to be sad then be sad.
If you want to be altogether happy inside,
Then don’t rely on a man.
We are bad to the bone and bad for your soul,
You should just let go and save yourself.
You are blameless and you should go.
We are the nameless and we only care about ourselves.
If you need to be loved then find love,
If you need to be alone then be alone.
If you want to be altogether a better person,
Then delete his number off your phone.
You are bad at lying and we see right through;
We just let you believe we don’t see what you do.
We allow you to believe we will be here forever,
But we are already looking for the exit and a way to sever,
This chain that binds us together in love,
Because to us there is nothing more important than trust.
If you want to be real then be real,
If you want to be fake then be a fake.
If you don’t want to believe the words that I say,
Then have yourself a nice day.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Soaring like a butterfly and an eagle combined…
No, no I ain’t blind…I don’t mind being left behind
I see the light in your eyes
No lies…no lies…no lies…
With His might and His delight,
I shine like the break of dawn
Runnin’ outta time tonight…
On and on and on, I’m gone…
Drunk off of my delight
For, everything is black and white
Excellence and brilliance comes with time
Excellence and brilliance comes with time
Surround yourself with music
Listen to it sing to you so therapeutic
I’m bad to the bone
Take a breath of love
Even when I am all alone
I’m stronger than I realize
I’m not alone
I’m not a failure
I’m sick
I’m epic
Curse me in my face
I’m no disgrace
Thank you with sarcasm rolling on my tongue
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
I’m grateful
Thankful
I’m grateful
To be alive –
SICK, but doing well
Thank you – go to hell
I love you,
Then I hate you…
I am a mess without you
I am losing progress without you
I adore you
I adore you
I guess I am a sick, little boy
However, I am still wanderin’ round in joy
Praise be to the Lord…
If it wasn’t for Him, I would’ve been dead
A convict Mentality/
Is common sense to someone/
But, uncomprehensible to most/
People get it twisted/
They think an inmate and convict/
Are the same/
But they are not/
Two worlds apart/
An inmate can be anyone/
Who goes to prison/
A convict sets people away from others/
A convict is about business/
In all ways/
No one sees weakness/
When looking upon a convict/
An inmate is a weak person/
Who does what they are told/
That has no backbone/
To defend themselves/
Let alone speak their mind/
Keep telling on people/
To gain what they want/
They are cowards physically and mentally/
Now, a convict is a person/
Who is cunning and smarter/
Who is prone to violence/
And has no problem flaunting it/
They are full of power/
Inmates are frightened of convicts/
Even when convicts have to do nothing/
Most convicts are bad to the bone/
Who just don't care/
In the mind of a convict/
They will go their graves/
With their crimes/
An inmate is always snitching/
Convicts gives inmates stitches/
Make them end up in ditches/
A true convict mentality/
Is a rare find/
They put the Antichrist in prison/
For a crime he is innocent of/
He developed a convict mentality/
Bello (hello)let me tell you about some Minions
Brightly covered single-cell organisms
Small yellow cylindrical creatures
With one eye and sometimes two
Not sure why . . .
Minions love to wear dungarees and goggles
Not sure why . . .
They live to serve, all they need is a leader
Their language is gibberish-fueled insanity
Like, we love you (tutaliloo ti amo)
Now there is this a group of Minions despicable
Minions of Anarchy . . .
A motorcycle gang of Minions
Roaring around on two wheels, zoooom
The leader is Clay, ugly (bananoninal!)
A one eye-master of destruction
His wife Gemma, la femme fatale
There is always a handsome hero
And his name is Jax, a blonde, one eyed Minion
Obviously quite insane and mentally disturbed
His wife, Tara, hate her (tatata-dala-tu)
And the other members of the group
Juice, Tigs, Opie, Kozit, Chibs, and Bobby
This despicable group are bad to the bone
Oh, not sure if Minions have bones . . .
Anyways, havoc and destruction follow them
But, I love (tutaliloo ti amo) their story, sorry (bi do)
what(po-ta !) you say of these bad boys
Oh, such depression and joy and family ties
Nothing is more important to them than family
Kiss, kiss, kiss (muak, muak, muak)
This is but one group of Minions
Like all who dwell in the world, there are many groups
Some good, some bad, and some just silly
Thank you (tank you)
Goodbye (poopayel)
Cheers (kanpal)
__________________________
February 19, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Minions of Anarchy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-759-322-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Minions
Sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
A lady was screaming and running
in circles, and she wasn’t funning.
A critter was chasing
her. Man! They were racing.
That rooster was swift and so cunning.
Her four-inch high heels made her stumble.
While kicking them off, she did grumble.
The banty was pecking
her ankles and wrecking
her panty hose. “S_ _ _!” She did mumble.
The farmers were calmly observing
this scene, their attention unswerving.
“Please help!” Her imploring,
they kept on ignoring,
not caring her plight was unnerving.
“Doggone bill collector!” one uttered.
“You IRS agent,” one muttered.
“I sell Avon!” she yelled
as tears welled and wounds swelled.
“C-call off this creature!” she stuttered.
“Don’t need none today,” they all told ‘er.
Her temper continued to smolder.
Pa said, “Leave ‘er alone.”
That fowl’s bad to the bone.
No rooster could ever be bolder!
Placed 1st in Charles Messina's Limerick Contest, September 2018
entered in Andrea Dietrich's limerick contest on 8-11-19
He grew up in the bay area
Bad to the bone
Tattooed out
Yeah he something to talk about
I love him to deaf
California baby
California baby
He is my California Baby He is from the bay area
He got me going crazy
He got me saying I love you in many different languages
(Spanish) Te quiero
(Germany) inch liebe dich
(Italian) ti amo
(French) Je t’aime
I’ am glad to call him mine
Every headlight I see when I am driving
I be wishing it was you
And I' am definitely thinking about you
Always
Trust you, Trust me
Trust you, Trust me
With all my heart
Never disrespect me
Or called me out my name
Always encouraging me to do my best
Love like this
Most people would think it was blind love
Will if it’s blind love
Then let me be blind
Because it feels so
good when
I’ am with you
Words that I want to say
it can be hard
To say
But its something that I’ am willing to go
through with you
I go through it with you
I don’t mind calling you mine
It’s’ even worse when we part from each other
I miss him like crazy
He is my air that I breathe
He is my ride and die
He is my death do us part
That’s how much
I’ am in love with him
I love you
California baby
California baby
He is my California baby
He is from the bay area
He got me going crazy
He got me saying I love you in many different languages
(Afrikaans) Ek is lief vir jou
(Bulgarian) Obicham te
(Mandarin) Wo ai ni
(Czech) Miluji te
He is my California Baby
By Shaniki Smith
Title: California Baby
Date: November 27, 2018