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I wish I had the balls to tell them how I really felt
Hey, wait a minute...I do, I'm a man, it's what I've been dealt
So I'll tell all of you poets... and poetesses too
Something I've been wanting to tell... all of you
I can't name you all... but I will try my best
So to the one's that I mention... will you please tell the rest
To Line and Susan and Harry and Eve
To Demetrios and Victor, and to Robert and Steve
To Brandy and Andrea and to Winged warrior and Lyric man
To Broken and Sunshine and to Arturo and Jan
To Bob and to Richard to Charlie and Joe
To Faraz and to Vijay and to Darlene and to Mo
To Curtis and Barry To Greg and to Mick
To Lindsay and Lindsey and to Dixie and Rick
To Teppo and Gershon and to Tom and Pandita
To Robert and Roy and to Cheryl and Anita
To Nette and Sandra and to Connie and Kim
To Wayne and to William and to Timothy and to Tim
To Carol and Carole and to Caren and to Karin
To Dave and to David and to Barry and to Darren
To Freddie and John and to Heidi and Tania
To Artsie and Jack and to Viv and Maria
So since I have the balls to tell you all how I felt
And because I have the balls in which I've been dealt
I'll tell you all just what it is.... about you I hate
Well, hey there is nothing...because I think... you're all great!
I wish I had the Balls To Tell You How I Really Felt Contest
Sponsored By Line Gauthier
8/12/2018
encountered in the experiential
draft to drift and incidental
tangled shoelaces, untamed minds
delve and tease, see what we find
divine direction, you are the flow
gather me up, I wish to go
no back up if lose all trace
I'm unabashed by what we chase
curl and spiral, wrap me in reeds
submerge, nurture, sow the seeds
overcome and utterly entrance
thrill by thrill a delicate dance
I see your thoughts, you see through me
evaporation the lock and the key
I'm safe, you're sound, the code is stored
of tangents as yet unexplored
some absolutes as we lay spent
minds opened though nil bad intent
capacity is judge and jury
no will or blame or complex stories
who you are is who you might be
the disillusion is that we're free
Going To The Fair
A farmer owned a large bull who was very big and strong and had a very high opinion of himself. One day the farmer’s bull was being lead to the fair, the bull thinking he would naturally be judged the best and gain first prize.
On the way they passed a field in which there was a horse who thought,
“I wonder where they are going?” then jumped over his fence and followed the bull to the fair.
The horse and the bull then passed a sty with a pig in it and the pig thought,
“Food!” and broke out of his sty and followed the horse, and bull to the fair.
After a while they passed a field with some sheep and the sheep thought,
“Baaaah!” and broke through the hedge that enclosed their field and followed the pig, the horse, and the bull to the fair.
The farmer saw his sheep, the pig, the horse, and the bull walking along the road and thought,
“I must get my sheep back into their field,” and followed the sheep, the pig, the horse and the bull along the road to the fair.
Then the farmer’s wife saw the farmer walking along the road behind the sheep, the pig, the horse and the bull and said,
“Silly old fool, I ought to see where he is going!” and followed the farmer, the sheep, the pig, the horse and the bull to the fair.
Then the farmer's dog saw the farmer and his wife walking along the road and thought,
“Perhaps I should follow them,” and followed the farmer and his wife, the sheep, the pig, the horse, and the bull along the road to the fair.
When they got to the fair the bull turned round and was very happy to see the horse, the pig, the sheep, the farmer, his wife and dog and thought they had all come to see him gain first prize at the fair.
But the dog said, “I was just following my master and his wife.
And the farmer’s wife said, “I was just following my silly husband.”
And the farmer said, “I just wanted to get my sheep back into their field.
And the sheep said, “Baaaah!”
And the pig said, “I thought they were all going to get some food!”
And the horse, being inquisitive, said, “I just followed the bull to see where he was going.”
And the bull was very unhappy because he really did think they had all come to see him gain the first prize at the fair.
Barry Stebbings
08/21/18
The Isley Brothers, The Chi-Lites, Four Tops
The Emotions (Flowers)
Roberta Flack (The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face)
Jane Fonda
Elvis
Stars...
Lulu (To Sir With Love)
Paul Le Mat (American Grafitti)
Suzanne Sommers
Mackenzie Phillips, Aretha Franklin
Manuel Padilla Jr. as Jai (Kid in Tarzan series)
Harrison Ford
Ron Howard
U2
Cher
Heat Wave
Commodores
The Jackson Five
The Pointer Sisters, The Righteous Brothers
Sidney Portier, Lionel Ritchie
Justin Trudeau (8 years old)
Marvin Gaye
Lou Rawls
More...
Pam Grier
Barry White
The Three Degrees (When Will I See You Again)
Al Green, Rose Royce, The Main Ingredients
***Hotel where I worked with Tom Hanks and countless celebrity interactions...
Date: 08/27/2019
There once was a man called Ned
Who got it into his head
To fight the state
Which sealed his fate
And was hung until he was dead.
Fitzpatrick tried it on with Ned’s sister
Something I’d advise against mister
He came looking for strife
Was lucky to escape with his life
Thus began a story quite sinister.
For Ned at Stringybark Creek
The police did desperately seek
In all three police lay dead
Leaving a price on his head
The future for Ned would be assuredly bleak.
He rode the Wombat Ranges
Mindful of the dangers
With Steve, Joe and brother Dan
There was never a tougher man
Sheltered by family, friends and strangers.
Irish Catholic and poor
He fought against the law
With fists and with gun
And always on the run
An unjust system he did abhor.
The infamous Glenrowan shootout
Is something no doubt you’ve heard about
Wearing a suit of armour
Made of steel plates gotten from a farmer
By burning the inn they smoked Ned out.
Judged by Barry at the Melbourne court
It would seem context accounts for naught
For Ned the outcome couldn’t be worse
But he placed on Barry a prophetic curse
The end to Barry’s life Ned sought.
At the Old Melbourne gaol it all ended
When poor Ned’s neck was extended
He lost when fighting the law
But will never be forgotten by the poor
The right to live free he boldly defended.
Feeling Sorry For Ghosts
There are none so naive as those who do not know
That they have died and, having nowhere to go,
Re-appear each night, giving the unprepared a fright.
They do not intend to be anti-social souls,
And would like to apologise for being ghouls
But no one stops by choice, to hear a ghostly voice.
And there is no one living in the nation,
Who has had an intimate conversation,
With a sexy banshee, sitting upon their knee.
But the poor spirits' greatest ambition
Is for confirmed human recognition;
(The headless ghost is the one we fear the most).
They walk alone, parted from the mortal,
Separated by the unseen portal.
Until a coming day, when others walk their way.
Barry Stebbings
4/06/2016
Oh Dear, What Can the Matter Be
Oh dear, what can the matter be;
I hate this dreaded technology.
This morning my computer was dead;
had I known, I could have stayed in bed.
They tell me that the hard drive has crashed;
I can’t work today, my day is trashed.
Oh dear, what can the matter be;
I hate this dreaded technology.
Last week my smart phone didn’t work as designed;
my text’s went to my son’s phone, how unkind.
They say it’s the result of Family Share,
but if you don’t want to share, better beware.
Oh dear, what can the matter be;
I hate this dreaded technology;
I fear it will be the death of me!
January 30, 2018
Contest: Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
Welcome to Hillbelzer Island, the home of forty winks.
A place where you can get rest, and six diverse cocktail drinks.
If you get distracted, come on down. We are loaded with shrinks.
They are ready to bill you so much money you’ll think they are finks.
We have the famous and the fickle - wheel woman with yellow hat.
She rivals Curious George’s master, but she’ll put out the welcome mat.
We have the only red-bark trees in the Pacific Ocean, for sure.
Some meet some sad fishes, they are bait for a shark loader’s cure.
Hairy blue runners are ready to serve you at your beck and whim.
Don’t let them get too close to the water, they get lost in a swim.
Pink stork cup is mad at Wheel woman for sure big time today.
She is two-timing him with his brother, Mr. G. Barry Gray.
Eggplant Lady with the low lipstick smile is coming onto the beach.
Do not mention her errant eye, unless her ears are out of your reach.
She has quite a temper and will quickly throw you to a shark.
Come to Hillbelzer Island. I assure you, being here is a lark!
Twas the day before Christmas and out on the range
Some strange guys were shooting some things that were strange
There were Springfields and Mausers and parkerized pistols
And a guy in a trench who was blowing a whistle:
“Get up and get out! Get over the top!”
He yelled and he fell, the machineguns won’t stop
The soldiers pushed their friends up in despair
“Whatever you do, don’t you leave me here!”
Thirty years later, it was the same shout:
“Hang on, old buddy, you’re going to get out!
You got your bloody ticket and I’ll get mine
We’ll be home for Christmas, there’s not any doubt.”
In 1950 they were back for more
This time at the Chosin Reservoir
Just one month to Christmas, we’ll soon be home soon.
General Douglas MacArthur says so.
Vietnam split us apart. Some men wanted to be soldiers,
Others wanted to sit in San Francisco and smoke dope
And spit on our returning soldiers.
Barry Sadler wrote the “Ballad of the Green Berets”
and John Wayne played it out. And our soldiers came home
and took up their lives again, some prosperous, some living on the street.
And a memorial wall brought us together again.
Back in childhood days we played in the sandbox
Pushing around tractors, and tanks and toy soldiers
Toys that we had gotten as gifts and we had no idea
That those toy soldiers were our fathers and uncles and grandfathers.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
My father’s nightmares came to me as quiet as a mouse
Of battlefields and a snow-packed prison camp and a far-off family at home
And stockings waiting by the chimney with care.
Dedicated to my father, Donald J. Craig, 1921-1998, a soldier.
I'm a flower fairy,
And my name is Carrie,
My best friend is Barry;
All flowers, we do tend,
Sunrays, on them we send,
Make sure petals opened;
Treasure hunt when we're free,
Found silver coins shiny,
A button, lace rosy;
We heard barking one day,
A huge dog came to play,
We hid ourselves away;
A great Dane, huge he was,
'Neath our tree, he did pause,
And bared his teeth and jaws;
We hid till he was gone,
Then rushed to flowers drawn;
Tired, they stifled a yawn;
No treasure did we find,
Only an old bone shined,
We left it there resigned;
On flower beds, we slept,
Till the morning sun crept;
To our duties, we left;
Sometime around noontime,
We heard the barking chime,
And on our tree, we climbed;
Huge Hugo came running,
Sat there with eyes cunning,
We, the dog, we're shunning;
His master, Samson came,
Calling out Hugo's name,
When he went, we exclaimed!
The sun already set,
We closed flowers, upset,
All covered up in sweat!
We had to do something,
This dog was upsetting,
And flowers were dying;
Barry said, "Tie him up",
I asked, "How?" He shut up,
"We could distract him, yup";
"How long can we do that?"
So there we thought and sat,
How to make Hugo scat?
"I have an idea,
Let's make him our friend, yeah,
Our bone panacea";
Next day, we tried it out,
He came to our hideout,
We placed the bone, did shout,
"We want to be your friend,
Don't chase us, we can spend
Time playing, let's amend."
He replied with a "Woof",
Licked Barry to the roof,
No more he stayed aloof;
Thus began our friendship,
Lasting relationship,
Unending partnership;
No troubles thereafter,
Air booms with our laughter,
Happy ever after.
5th April 2023
"Write a sweet fairytale for children with a good outcome ending, i.e., nobody gets hurt" Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley