Long Brando Poems
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Hare Krishna's
In their Pickups
Depressed Comics
Down on their Luck
Teenage Girls
Screaming Meme's
Commie Pinko's
Leftward Leaning
Vincent Price
Flo and Eddie
Rodger Rabbit
Priscilla Presley
Nuns in Habits
Dwarf's in Ponchos
Deadbeat Dads
Munching Nachos
Right-Wing Nut Jobs
Trading Slogans
A few Hero's
Including Hogan
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Buddhist Monks
With Electric Banjos
Holding Signs Up
Of Marlon Brando
Taxi Cabs
Blaring Show Tunes
Pregnant Women
Down-loading Soon
Derby Jockeys
Flying Monkeys
Kool-Aidholics
Skittle Junkies
Bozo The Clown
Bumper Stickers
Psychedelic
Crazed Toad Lickers
Rhinestone Cowboys
In their Skivvies
Gothic Girls
Heebie Jeebies
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Blue Haired Granny's
In pink Moo Moos
Ballerina's In
Tattered Tutus
Mathematician's
Number Crunchers
Even have Some
Out to Lunchers
Model 50's
Do Wop Daddies
One More Round Of
Flo and Eddie
People Sneaking
Across the Border
Lonely Fry Cooks
Taking Orders
A Few Wannabes
Not Saying Much
Will The Real Elvis
Please Stand Up
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Thank you...Thank you very Much
Ladies and Gentlemen
Elvis...Has Left The Building
It is the evening I have waited for,
stiletto heels three inches high adorned my feet,
real nylons hung from garters beneath a
skin tight, leather skirt of maraschino cherry-red.
A blouse of white silk, with a cascade of ruffles,
played peek-a-boo with my décolletage.
Outdoors, the rain pounded the asphalt
making the reality of his arrival even more bizarre.
A Harley barrels into the driveway.
Apparently, he thinks
he is Marlon Brando
and I am Stella?
I stand on the porch, a black umbrella
covering my new do, and watch as he
saunters through the puddles on the concrete walk.
The color of the umbrella my only
non-incongruent element in the frame, the scene made.
His smile was like a box of Chiclet's
on his clean shaven face.
He kisses me.
I lick the raindrop
from the tip of his Roman nose
and take hold of his Russian fingers.
He tosses my umbrella on the porch,
throws his black leather jacket over my shoulders,
lifts me off my feet, and carries me to the bike.
The sun breaks through the clouds and the rain stops,
just in time for the neighbors to glare at the sight of my legs
reflecting on the bikes chrome work.
Shake their respective heads
and donate a few wolf whistles.
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Brando wouldst cry whence heart parts, my desire,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Self-secured, needless watch, aloof—steel beam,
Perch in want, puffed huffed girth lurks torment’s dire,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Purpled robs thee of thy true color scheme,
Gray’s an area, right or wrong, prior,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Budgie’s tales of my gamut’s length, extreme,
Dicky-bird, thou art my wordless flyer,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Ne’er will the pair meet, sums nature’s pipe dream,
Empty nestles remembrances retire,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Decisions abandon ruse quips redeem,
Eager claimed as death mounts, lingers satire,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme.
Pitifully, he calls her again and again
Brando yelling, "STELLA" from his knees.
Like he ever meant something to her...
Stop groveling like a fool. She was a tease.
She doesn't come from Kansas or Oz
and Sunnybrook Farm is make believe.
Stop shouting her name. For crying out loud.
Shed your tears somewhere else if you grieve.
She left long ago on a streetcar to get away.
It's your fault she's gone. You and your drama.
You killed her desire. That's what she said.
The conflicts you created left her in trauma.
You were the spider who sat down beside her,
the tiny creature that was much too hairy.
You brazenly acted as if you were a king,
but there's nothing about you that's scary.
After all this time, still blubbering for Stella?
You're a weeping wimp and it's pathetic
how you demean yourself time after time.
No one cares because you're not empathetic.
She waved farewell and made your life hell.
So, get off your knobby knees, Marlon.
Alice doesn't live here anymore. She left
and no longer wants to call you, 'Darlin.'
Venus de Milo gave up the banjo
She left the band with the Invisible Man
Never had a leg to stand on, stand on
Saw Galileo hanging with J-Lo
Singing "Life On Mars" out under the stars
Lead guitar was Marlon Brando
Hey, there's you and me
Happy as clams, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
Nikola Tesla on his electric Vespa
With Hedy Lamarr down Sunset Boulevard
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, lonely
Poor Buddy Holly ain't got nobody
Pretty Peggy Sue found somebody new
Guess he lost his one and only
Hey, there's you and me
Baby makes three, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
An ominous sky like in the end of time
A murder of crows in a field of roses
Fallen angels far from Heaven, Heaven
Then came the rain and washed away the pain
And the sky turned blue, full of red balloons
As the lemon sun was setting
Hey, there's you and me
Growing old, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
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Sunday Morning Blues**
Whether it's the vibrant nights of Rio de Janeiro or the electric energy of Las Vegas nightlife,
I’ve indulged in two or three glasses of Twisted Ice Lemonade,
Or perhaps it was an Alabama Slammer. One lesson learned: never trust your memory!
My days and nights have been nothing less than a freight train ride,
And that's the truth!
I can’t forget the Cuban Bulldog that bit me
Three years ago, in Kissimmee, that’s a fact.
It left me weak in the knees,
All thanks to those potent drinks.
Was it that audacious, wild Long Island Iced Tea
That nearly took me down.
After watching a news clip about Muammar Gaddafi,
Or maybe it was an episode of Friends?
Yet, I met my sweet Marlon Brando,
And it was hallelujah and Amen in Key Largo.
So many bartenders, so many smoke-filled rooms,
And once again, here I am, tackling
Another Sunday morning blues head-on.
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?
Cars and busses, traffic lights
Bicycles and motor bikes
Crosswalks, signs, and steps and stairs
Fire hydrants everywhere
Boats, planes and parking meters
Tickets, fines, misdemeanors
Why are you so fond of these?
Why are palms the only trees?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
The pictures trapped inside of there
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Depict a world so bleak and bare
Arid, bland, unaesthetic
Barren, drab, unpoetic
Sterile, cold, antiseptic
Unconcerned, apathetic
Somber, sad, and desolate
Woeful, bland, pedestrian
Weary, grim, dreary, hopeless
Grainy, gray, out of focus
It doesn’t need to be this way…
Many things could fill your squares
Why not fill these things in there?
Tambourines and castanets
Bass trombones and clarinets
English horns and piccolos
Harpsichords and xylophones
Fiddles high and Irish whistles
Jingle bells and finger cymbals
5-string banjos, mandolins
Saxophones, accordions
Desmond Tutu and Mandela
Cassius Clay, Cinderella
Charlemagne and Genghis Kahn
George and Ringo, Paul, and John
Twain and Edgar Allan Poe
Wayne and Brando and Monroe
Ida Wells, Frida Kahlo
Steinem, Parks, and Ferraro
River Thames and stormy seas
Winter wrens and bumble bees
Cyprus, ash, oak, fir, and pine
Sassafras, willow, and lime
Daffodils and magnolias
Marigolds and begonias
Cabbage, beets, and potatoes
Carrots, beans, and tomatoes
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
If your pictures must remain
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
How aboutcha change the frames?
Captcha circles, captcha suns
All the captcha olygons
Wiggly captcha twiggly lines
Twisty captcha twiny vines
Captcha diamonds, captcha hearts
Captcha clovers, moons, and stars
Captcha ribbons, Captcha lace
Captcha colored string bouquets
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
We understand you're here to stay.
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
Just be more creative, OK?
this being
closer to what
was supposedly
really said as
not a mankind
leap but a step
for a man
not man
in general
for history
in a way they
say repeats it
self as i can be
heard breathing
heavily as i light
ly step out and off
of a plane for
my first time
on not only South
American soil but
dark coffee grind
Colombian dirt
as earth can only be
described what up
until now has been
for me seen from
a telescope
Kubrick died in ninety
nine so never saw
the real 2001 but
is said to have made
a reel of an event if
needed to be faked
so in my case in case
i don't make it
i'd like Coppola
to cast a fat
Brando as me
coughing out
cotton balls
stating so
everyone
knows this
is the real
fake
the
horror
Form:
One of my favorite album covers in which I like best
Includes some famous actresses like Marilyn Monroe and Mae West
Some very famous male Actors it also yields
Like, Marlon Brando, Huntz Hall and W.C. Fields
Stan Laurel, Oliver Hardy, and Bette Davis are also there
And so is Johhny Weissmuller, Oscar Wilde and Fred Astaire
There's the British Prime Minister- Robert Peel and Hindu Guru- Swami Sri
And there's Sonny Liston but there is no Mohammed Ali
There's Lenny Bruce and Bob Dylan and others you might know
And of course, the famous poet- "Edgar Allen Poe"
You'd have to be good to recognize them all
But it's easy to find- John, Goerge, Ringo, and Paul
A GROUP OF AMERICAN AND MEXICAN AND EASTERN EUROPEAN RASSLING ORGANIZATION OWNERS MEET A GROUP OF OPPOSING RASSLING ORGANIZATION OWNERS FROM
SOUTH AMERICA, NORTH AMERICA, RUSSIA, EYGYPT, AUSTRIALLA, GERMANY AND CHINA, AND AFRICAIN COMPANIES WERE REPRESENTED BY A
WEALTHGY AVOCATE FROM NORTHERN AFRICA.
THEY MEET IN CANAD, TO DISCUSS THE CURRENT CONDITION OF WRESTLING.
THEY WANTED TO GET INVOLED WITH THE MODERN TECHINEQUIES OF ENTERTAINMENT TYPE RASSLIN. THEY HIRED TWO FIRMS TO RESEARCH THE CREATION OF AN ALLIANCE THAT RECOGNIZE ON WORLD CHAMPION, AND TWO WORLD TAGTEAM CHAMPIONS. THEY WANTED RECOGNITION FROM, THE RASSLIN WORLD, THE AMATUER RASSLIN WORLD,THE BOXING WORLD, THE SOCCER WORLD, AND JUDO, CATTLE RANCHERS, RODEO, AND FOOTBALL, AND BASEBALL.
THEY WANTED THESE SPORTS TO RECOGNIZE THE ALLIANCE BETWEEN THESE PEOPLE. AND THE RECOGNITION OF THEIR CHAMPIONS.THE COMPANY WOULD BE HEAD QUARTERED IN CANAD, AND AMERICA AND RUSSIA AND CHINA, AND IN BRAZIL. THEY WOULD CREATE A RECOGNIZABLE PRODUCT THAT WOULD SET THE STANDARDS FOR HOW, TECHNIQUIE RASLIN WOULD BRING ARTFUL AND SKILLFUL TYPE OF RASSLIN BACK TO THE FORFRONT OF WRESTLING.
THEY HAD ORDINARY PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD TO BUY STOCKS, FROM THEY MAIN COMPANY, AND THEY WOULD SEND RASSLER FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD INTO TOWNS, GIVING OUT DISOCOUT COUPONS TO FILL
THE AREANAS.
IT WORKED. THEY FOUND WAYS, TO HAVE CONTEST, THAT PAIDED LARGE PURSES, BUT REQUIRE ALOT OF PEOPLE AND A LARGE RALLY PRICE.
THEY MADE MONEY BUY SELLING EXSPENSIVE TICKETS AND GIVING OUT SMALLER PRIZES. IT WORKED. IT WAS BETTER THAN THE LOTTERY.