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Wrote this for the biggest Blake Shelton Fan contest
With a "Hillbilly Bone" down deep inside
There is no way Blake can hide
How country that he can be
He's a little "Honey Bee"
With eyes that are bright and blue
Singing with a voice so true
Serenading wife Miranda
They cuddle on the cabana
"The More He Drinks" it gets crazy
All his thoughts become so hazy
But "On A Good Day"
Miranda's "Love Get's In The Way"
With a love that's coming true
She whispers "God Gave Me You"
A "White Christmas" there will be
As kids gather around the tree
"Night Before Christmas" being read
Kids question every line that's said
Troops are always on his mind
He writes songs so sweet and kind
Wishing them "Home" everywhere
Showing just how much he cares
A proud and loving grandson
He remembers "Granddaddy's Gun"
He takes care of with such grace
A smile shines upon his face
He is full of fun and smiles
Always wearing different styles
He's "The Baby" of his mom
She has lots of special charm
No matter how far he roams
Its "Always Time For Him To Come Home"
A cowboy with lots of class
Who says "Kiss My Country Ass"
If you don't like what he stands for
He will fight and he will claw
With his friend Toby so true
Courtesy Of The Red White And Blue
Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina-na-na-na
My Alaina-na-na-na
Oh oh oh oh oh, um um um um
Her hips did all the talkin’
I knew I was a dead-man-walkin’
There’s no defense against those curves
Can’t say it wasn’t worth the pain I endured from
Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina-na-na-na
My Alaina-na-na-na
Oh oh oh oh oh, um um um um
I had no doubt she’d be trouble
Her smile had me seein’ double
I love the places she takes me
So not knowin’ where she is, is makin’ me crazy for
Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina-na-na-na
My Alaina-na-na-na
Oh oh oh oh oh, um um um um
My Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
She stole my heart in a cabana
I still can’t listen to Santana
I need my gotta see my Alaina
Se llamaba Alaina
Love is a series of transactions with feelings attached - like receipts
There’s a couple, a cabana away snogging endlessly.
They seem locked in elemental attraction, getting hot.
I think they’re newlyweds - good on them.
Behind my Polarized sun-glasses, I pretend that I’m not watching. Observed passion can be faintly ridiculous - or not.
I watch the theatrical sea, mostly, but those two are a distraction engine.
Sure, there’s a self-aware cringe to watching them,
but their obvious heat leaves me pleasantly reeling.
The thoughts and feelings they stir are a jealousy, slow building - tidal, and recursive - a returning surf on a scandalously erotic shore. The inescapable debris of attraction - think modern tidal plastic.
They make me want to reach for sensation
by processing my envy into action.
I ordered them some champagne and strawberries
They smiled and waved and we toasted them from afar.
I touched Peter’s shoulder, he was reading a book.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I suggested.
When he looked up and saw my sideways smile,
he grinned, saying, “Ok.”
Intimacy arranged, like emotional Venmo
We scrambled up and I took his hand as we crossed the fiery sand.
It’s a totes private beach, we didn’t even have to take our things.
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Songs for this:
fool around by strongboi
22 Durnham Dew by Benny Sings
The waters roll
on the beach's weather-beaten edge.
Seven times salt - like tears.
The multi-colored sun burns white
- this sunlight is a mood event.
Perhaps I’m overexposed, overstimulated,
and a little theatrically fragile.
In this heat, the aromatic herbs - wild thyme, rosemary
and oregano that clutter the dunes, rocky slopes,
and coastal paths, add a pleasant, simmering spaghetti
smell when the wind swirls off the land-side
poetry break!
trust not your feelings
though your grief is no less shallow,
this heat will dry your tears,
burn them off quietly before they can be seen
- liquid sentiment baked into passing for poise
What is sadness without the aesthetic payoff of tears?
reality break!
A little hopping tern inspects our cabana,
a tiny, opinionated heckler with feathers.
“You better go find some shade,” I told it.
but it didn’t listen - did it even care?
It hopped closer, a brave, social offender
testing my very human grace.
My mood evaporates in direct sunlight
so I’m exiled to cringing in the shadows,
reduced to the social observation of birds.
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A song for this:
Summer of Love by The B-52's
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tern = a rat-like seabird that steals chips & fruit off plates.
Dear Olabosoye Oluwafunmilayo
Raise up with joy your cup
To thank Him- the standing backup
Being off and on like an innocent pup
Smiling at the lightproof to have a closeup
Toast to the new leaf turned
Hallelujah to the new grace earned
Glory to Jesus of mercy returned
And praises to life by peace governed
For the goodness of God lives
Till this very moment cum life He gives
Amidst the governmental incentives
Not delivered though troubling peace forgives
Happy birthday to my last born
She sees me of no fun neither of scorn
Probably because I am a Capricorn
Always open everyday to forewarn
She is mine and her day is for all
We are together up at its call
To make a colorful day nice and ball
Till time is for bed to retire protocol
Happy birthday one and only Beatrice
Fill up your day enough with umpteenth bliss
Guide Dante and more to paradise not abyss
Duty's call to which no mistake is God's business
Don't go without making wishes
Be careful of those things you cherished
Rather look inward to those things that won't vanished
In caution to how happiness flourishes
Say them all to His ears and wait
But never in any instance of grace lose weight
Unless you impatiently with time negate
He never failed for once or appeared late
Yes testimonies will rain like manna
Till thanksgiving gives way to more celebration
To come often chilling under a cooling cabana
Happy birthday to your soul, be safe with thy aspiration
There is going to be no NO
Says thy dear bro. among your wishes
Let's say there is, it will be turned ON
Till no No shows up again in your pursuits
Happy birthday to the one I share chromosomes with
Listen to the crying morning birds
Their chirps are for your day
Don't get rid of listening even it makes no sense
Till the least trance creates chance for fun
Happy birthday my darling, keep living...
I have you a VASE as a present
In it flows a boundless sea
Which treasure every bit of our save
Till running sea water shall make an ocean
Happy belated birthday dearest friend
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
© 2022
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
Long slow waves roll towards sandy beach
breaking with white foam as they grow near
as sound of surf fills the breeze
and air is full of tang of salt
just off shore in the rolling waves
dolphins frolic swimming by
breaking surface and diving deep
a joyful sight to see
overhead in sky blue
bright light gulls soaring by
and their calls pierce the air
and the sound of their flapping wings
champagne beach so cool and moist
water washes so smooth
cleansing away signs of footsteps
as if they had never been
dry churned sand higher lies
so hot in bright burning sun
beach towels bright with colors lie
scattered like leaves fallen here
striped umbrellas cast pools of shade
over cabana chairs there
where people in their swimwear lie
hiding from bright sunshine
others stroll along the sand
brought hats of straw adorned
bright colored bags hanging from their arms
holding all that they need here
there is one who passes by
with swinging walk that catches eye
auburn hair escapes the head
and blows in gentle breeze
And as I watch her saunter by
and longing fills my heart
Jasmine and Rose fills the air
and she walks out of my sight
soft white clouds floats overhead
cutting off the light of sun
as fading darkness fills my eyes
and nothing is left to see
You say you want lots of rum? Put it in a big fat drum.
Cooking oils put in drums too. Soy or canola will do.
Put your hands in a basin. Want a jar? How about a Mason?
In a jar, you can put jam, but probably not a ham.
Flour you can put into a bowl. Lay flat for biscuits. Roll and roll.
Sugar put into a bowl with flour. Add in things not sour!
Put your trash in a bin. In a glass pour your gin.
Soup or a drink put in a cup. All night in comfort you can sup.
In our sky God put stars. In cartons man put cigars.
In cartons too you can put milk. On your hair put a scarf of silk.
Put good fruit into a pail. In your mailbox stick your mail.
Many things you can put in a box. Things from Amazon, clocks and rocks.
Coins I might put in a pouch; cash in cushions of my couch.
In my bag I put such things as lipstick, cash, strings or rings.
In your lunchbox put a banana. Bikinis, though, put in a cabana!
Santa puts gifts in a sack. Shirts you put both front and back.
Folks put liquids in a jug. Liquids hot go in a mug.
A lot of fluid put in a vat. I don’t think most folks own that.
In a bathtub put your body, using bath salts – not too shoddy.
Put your wool things in a sink. But dry hot not, or it will shrink!
You can put upon a tray things not too big down to lay.
Last, should all a body burn, it’s good to hold it in an urn.
Jan. 24, 2023 for the Lipogram Poetry Contest of Emile Pinet