Long Dovey Poems
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I only said it, to make you smile back
You wouldn't say it back
I like to shy away from the world
To silence the thoughts
don't have to think about the camera girl
With soft locks
Just stick my head in a book, my masking mistook
I think I killed the atmosphere
It's okay, it wasn't so great in here
Some say my vocabulary is full blown
And some say I'm a misanthrope
Oh ho, you couldn't wait to say hi
Is she looking at us? just smile and wave
I don't know what she's saying
Does she want us to come over?
You do it, now say it
Oh you disappoint me
She's a party girl if I ever saw one
And I only saw one in my brother’s black room
Air always smelled like a Hippie reunion
And I'm pretty sure they were all doing shrooms
She's a Rhythmic, non-cynic, hygienic class act
She likes to speak like a debaucherous Nazz
I don't know what I want
But I know what I need is her
Stay right here
I'll get the girl
Can't sleep as I think of a song
I can't remember the words but it went bom bom bom bom
my wind, my world
Ah, Those dreams with my girl
Ever notice in the life of your dreams
You're never self-loathing, or nervous or mean
It's so fine
Good times
All sorts of lives
With her hand in mine
Time and time again, I'm on the far side of Earth
They say it's different as you get old
But I doubt I'll stop myself from looking too dumb
Where is that so called spirit you speak of?
"Oh stop, you silly boy.
I told you I like you as a friend.
Oh is this for me? Why thank you.
We're still just friends.
Oh my now you say you love me.
We were just friends a week ago.
You're too attached.
It's okay, we all get that way sometimes.
Here, let's go for a ride."
"See all the boys think of me as a temptress
Like I use guys and make them do my bidding.
But you'll find I'm just trying to be nice.
We can't all be lovey dovey.
What's a girl to do?"
Feeling sappy on my own
I know someday I'd make you turn
Well it's the classical pneumonic state you're in
I can’t believe this wild wicked sin
It's in your genes, it's in your blood
It's 90 degrees
Let's flood flood flood
Time to do it tonight
my buddy John's Bertram a wood antique
I fixed the engines while he varnish teak
so there we were Joe, John, and Kelly
with a cooler packed with bait so smelly
early in the morning waz headin out the creek
big blue marlin we'ze goin to seek
40 miles past the thirty fathom curve
dropping lines for the bait we serve
John watched the lines Kinda like a cop
we had two on the bottom and 4 on top
did everything me'z could do with me'z fishin power
then John grabbed the hook up on the 3rd hour
all of a sudden it looked like a good day
when the Blue jumped we said "marlin on the way!"
the fish was pulling, screeming out line
"hurry! get John in the harness on time!"
"oh man! the stories we'll tell on the way"
"only if you get that fish in today!"
myself, Joey and Kelly, we placed our bet
while John was cranking,"I'm covered in sweat!"
there we were just having a laugh
as Joe leened over 1 hand on the gaff
the marlin came up threw Joe's chest with it's spear
then the line popped and they both....dis..apeared
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we tried hard to find our friend in trouble
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looking a long time without even a bubble
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.."why didn't I grab Joe! I'm just a Fool"
we didn't go home, till low on fuel
it was hard to tell Joes wife about the fack
that Davey Jones took em and won't give him back
In memmory of Barefoot Joe McPhearson 1963-1996
by Joey's best friend Capt Mike
ps I want to say thank you to my readers and I read all your
comments and love then all. I am sorry I don't comment back
much. I am a boat mechanic and am very busy this time of year
how ever I can't wait till next winter so I can talk to all of readers.
now stay tuned for the next episode "The Soulmate" which not a
lovey dovey poem but a gut bustin laugh of my the exwives and
all of my sailboats that I ran away from them on. to be posted
monday morning for your enjoyment! Capt. Mike!
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love - Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…
Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…
… Boot-Legged Mama
Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour
… Boot-Legged Mama
Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !
Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is, A.K.A. …
… Boot-Legged Mama
Boot-Legged Mama
Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line
… Boot-Legged Mama
Alcohol’s in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !
Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
(and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…
… and be a Boot-Legged Mama!
( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
Boot-Legged Mama ….
Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)
MoonBee
(Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)
Feint faint "Fake" no nor'easter
If putsch comes to shove,
aye ain't no doggone fraidy cat
nor chicken little
fearing coup d'état,
yours truly simply
risk averse, and more exact,
he stays sequestered
within these four walls,
cuz tis safest inside this flat
always... mein kampf,
I remember when fertilization begat
after nine months in utero...
ah dat womb dar full habitat
i.e. uterus cradled humanity, whereat
teeming bajillions primates
peopling planet Earth
couples made lovey dovey after spat
(which species among
other flotsam and jetsam),
got shot out (think) analogous
muzzle loaded gat
excellent marksman aimed
then squirted packed heat hot
as summer temperature
gets within Gujarat
recorded courtesy, thee
oldest functioning thermostat,
albeit microcosmic primordial vat
testy sea men don
(May comb hairy
gah great again) conical hat.
I surmise proto humans
especially storied hall
(conjured in Peer Gynt
by Edvard Grieg
of mountain king)
trumpeted, tooted thwacked,
and announced presence
courtesy posterior primal mating call,
which vibrant cheekiness heard all
around the mulberry bush to Gaul
hmm... maybe e'en hot air
inspired Marc Chagall,
while sitting atop porcelain throne,
nonetheless scandalous
rectal blasts methinks help explain fall
of Rome, whereby noxious
generated silent but deadly nauseating
noisome pall mall
felled friend and foe alike
analogous on minuscule
scale to Chernobyl
level 7 nuclear accident
also linkedin, when
Polar Vortex doth stall
across avast swath planet Earth
forcing quick thinkers to marshall,
what (mathers) matters
such as... antique pinball
machines worth a mint,
a to install.
Tough my days,
Rough my nights,
But I shall not demand,
Chirping of birds going home in the evening,
Neither the cold and placid Breeze in the morning,
With all the odds in my life for this very day,
I want spring in the end,
I shall remain here,
Not resting but grappling with the maze of my subconscious,
But I hope at the verge of lassitude when I sleep
It will take me to the end of the alley at the door of cosmic quietude,
Hope is the fuel of the day so I hope for and say,
I want spring in the end,
I shall not envy freedom of butterfly,
Nor her colors, I miss them in my life,
I don’t want warmth of your hand today,
But I shall have faith in the destiny,
That one day I will melt and fuse with you,
And it will be spring in the end,
We will fasten our soul with feathers of bird,
We’ll fly in sky with bird-like spirit,
And we shall remain in the air forever,
I wonder that there will be a day,
I will be holding you tight by waistline,
Your head resting on my chest,
We will melt with the sun cooling off in evening,
Birds will join us and cherish our love,
With their chirping calming down,
We, lovey-dovey will be lost in romanticism,
That little cold breeze will make you hold my hand,
And you will look up smilingly at me,
That orange-redness of sky will marry up with your lips,
Your eyes will manifest the madness of the evening,
With all my love in one kiss on your forehead,
I will hold you little tighter than before and will make you realize, my love, that it is the spring,
But it is not the end,
It is just one of those all evenings
We want to spend with each other when in the days of spring.
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Steel, blood and blue…the gritty streets are all too true!
A crystal pearl on a crystal shell…an diamond lies ‘an a life of hell!
With dues to pay...‘an golden dreams on lay-away!
A gust of wind...a sonic crack...‘an a cosmic crash!
The winds have rocked my way!
So rock away!
Pennies in my pocket…with another bottle rocket!
Simple lovey-dovey...bangers and the bills!
Swirly-dwirly drinks…and penny copper mills!
Up all night…up all night!
A party of a life...a party of a life!
Silvery stones and...pretty golden lockets!
Up all night...up all night!
Coolest winter’s chill...with only bills...no thrills!
A shattered golden heart…for a royal golden tart!
A heady frothy malt…with ‘an endless open spout!
So rock away…so rock away!
Royal silken flags are raised…as the royal clippers sway!
So rock away…so rock away!
Party’s…bangers…sweets…drummers tapping beats!
So rock away…so rock away!
Linen…satin…sheets…parch'ment-value…sheets!
So rock away…so rock away!
A party of a life...a party of a life!
Silvery stones...and pretty golden lockets!
Up all night...up all night!
Party's...silver...golden wings...secret hidden things!
So rock away...so rock away!
Diamond golden rings...and 'any' other thing?
So rock away...so rock away!
VERSE 1
Boy I can’t explain to you
All the things that you do
My heart, my soul are shaking
My walls are breaking, aching
For someone like you to knock them down
I can’t tell you how much I’ve looked around
Trying to find someone who gets me, fits me
Understands me, I gave up a long time ago
Just decided my answer to all was no
But then you came along
CHORUS
Baby we can’t just be chill
We can’t help the way we feel
It’s all or nothing, and we know it’s true
So let’s do what we gotta do
You know the words we can’t seem to say
I think it’s time to break away
VERSE 2
Our hearts are singing the same song
For one another we long
We’ve discovered commitment’s huge
You can’t play with hearts, especially your own
So we both stray away
From those who tend to hold our hearts at bay
We see potential
And fear turns exponential
Escalating then devastating
Us enough to call it off
No more lovey-dovey, no kissing-hugging
Friends is the way to go
Cause deep down we both know
(REPEAT CHORUS)
VERSE 3
It’s just so hard to do
You’re so cool, you get me, I get you
No drama, no stress,
Just chillin and fun as its’ best,
The rest of the world can only wish
For a friendship like this, it’s bliss
We hang out, no strings
But our hearts tell us different things
We can’t stay this way
We gotta jet, get outa this thing, we can’t let
Our hearts and emotions get the best of us,
They’re jealous, they see us, can’t believe us
So cool with each other, so chill
Not letting how we feel
Get the best of our hearts, before emotion starts
And then we are forced to admit
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Stop and read no farther if your heart is weak, because this story’s ending surely
will be bleak.
If you’re prone to nightmares following any gore, I suggest you STOP my friend
and read no more.
Lovey dovey poems just aren’t my cup of tea, if you’re drawn to darkness then
honey come with me.
Death, Pain, and Sorrow are the stars of this misadventure, there are no “super
heroes” here of this you can be sure!
Sorrow is a villain that comes both night and day, when he has you in his grip
you’ll never get away.
Pain is Sorrow’s sidekick she strikes the body and the mind, just like her partner
no escape from her you’ll find.
Now we’re to the worse villain of them all, Death he shows no mercy, we each
will get his call.
Why you ask is Death the worst villain of this piece? Death will show no pity as
you beg him for release.
Death he brings on Sorrow and gives him all his power, then he stands back
watching this is his finest hour!
Death then calls on Pain to join Sorrow at his side, when those three are lurking
there is no where to hide.
Now it’s time for Sorrow and Pain to let Death take center stage, Death pulls out
his pistols, he calls them “FEAR and RAGE”.
BANG, BANG he takes his first shots and a bulls eye he does score, THUMP,
THUMP is all you hear as the body hits the floor.
He’s holsters up his weapons smiles and says “I’ve done my part”, Now it’s your
turn Sorrow this is where you start.
Vicious cycle so you say, well that is just to bad, I told from the beginning this
ending would be sad.
Happy Happy Birthday Emily Justine Carter
To the
most spontaneous get up and go girl in the world
let me say
Happy Happy Birthday to you
I lift up my glass with a
LYRICAL toast
just as
skinny and cute
as to say to you
I hope you have a
Happy Happy Birthday
that only a
Perky small size GURL
like you can do
Happy Happy Birthday
to a
ride a die chick
as fun and care free
as you are smart and super brainy
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
to the biggest
chocolate lover, in the know universe
with the most,
lovey dovey big gal HEART
Saturday, May 22, 2021
Copyright © Verlecia fields | Year Posted 2021
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Happy Happy Birthday Emily Justine Carter
Happy Happy Birthday
To the
LOVELIEST ANGELIC BEAUTIFUL SMILE
with the most
coolest
I LOVE SCIENCE Smart-GURL Brains
let me say
Happy Happy Birthday to you
I lift up my glass with a
LYRICAL toast
just as
Atomically SPONTANEOUS ?
and ? Mathematically BEAUTIFUL ?
as to say to you
I hope you have a
Happy Happy Birthday
that only a
SUPER KIND INTELLIGENT WOMAN
like you can do
Happy Happy Birthday
to a
SELF-RELIANT, INDEPENDENT, TOUGH GURL
with SUPER-HUMAN NERD, LAUGHING HUMOR
and as ? GENEROUSLY KIND AND GIVING ?
as ? YOU ARE as CLASSY and ATOMIC SWEET?
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
to the GURL with the most
BIGGEST MATHEMATICAL CHOCOLATE CANDY COATED
LOVING HEART
Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2017
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All I want to do is mess around with you no lovey dovey moments that would just make me
sick.
No walking home together, no holding hands, the kissing is strictly done in a staircase.
All I want to do is mess around with you this isn't a date it isn't that serious.
If your not playing any games with me than hurry up this isn't the real thing.
I don't need it nice and easy... you don't even have to say hi when you see me.
All I want to do is mess around with you, feel your abs... lift your shirt and a maybe a little
more.
But that doesn't imply that I want you to be my guy and write letters to each other and fight like
we really love one another.
It would be rule free, no restrictions, like a friend with benifits I just won't be your friend.
All I want to do is mess around with you, I want nothing to do with commitment you hear.
Your a player so this should be music to your ears, I just want to feel your energy.
Waste some of it with me.
All I want to do is mess around with you... don't get any ideas it's just fun.
Cause personally your just a physical thing to me... I can't stand the inside it's all about the
outside for me.
All I want to do is mess around with you... but you don't seem to understand this because last
time we kissed you said the four words I forbidded " I love you".
Is it weird that I might feel something for you?
Is it strange that I might like you more than I admit?
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