Long Elvis Poems
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I am Eisenhower builds the
Interstate highway.
I am polio vaccine that
Saves the day.
I am the energy of civil
Rights.
I am the first transcontinental
Flight.
I am the Rosenbergs guilty they
Get the death sentence.
I am Elvis rocking,
You can feel his presence.
I am a disc-jockey who terms
The word rock n roll.
I am NASA created, can we get
A drum roll.
I am the baby-boom era at
It's peak.
I am Rosa Parks not giving up
Her seat.
I am the first episode of leave
It to beaver.
I am the TV remote control
Receiver.
I am the first passenger jet
Airline.
I am Winston Churchill when
He resigns.
I am Barbie and the hula
Hoop.
I am DNA discovered the
Double-helix loop.
I am the first credit card
And solar-cell.
I am super-glue and the
Birth-control pill.
I am the new rhythm
And blues.
I am Elvis in Blue suede
Shoes.
I am a fender electric
Guitar on scene.
I am Chuck Berry and
Maybellene.
Turbo1904
On the first part of the journey,
I’m chewing nice toasty bread
all my toys down below me,
dog’s ripping them to shreds
This new world’s a mixture of fun,
stitched together between dread
And with happy ever after endings,
hard to see any troubles ahead
Days appear to get longer,
empty space grows and spreads
Old people I know disappearing,
as monoliths pop up instead
Time for a proper education,
my hands are swollen and red
Teacher beats me badly each day,
says be better if I never bred
Carpet frays beneath my feet,
so I decide to follow the thread
path’s becoming ever clearer,
like all halfwits I’m easily led
And the priest keeps on rocking,
I think he’s glad Elvis is dead
Dad shouts your getting a job,
lazy bastard get out of bed
In the abattoir each morning,
I spilt blood til my fingers bled
DANGER! sign above the kill box
no way the cow’s could’ve read
On my way home at twilight,
a bomb goes off inside my head
Stroke of luck your right vision’s left,
the optimistic doctors said
Time heals all except aging,
chairs turn into curved sleds
Rocking away on the porch now
unaware about being misled
But I don’t care cos I’m happy,
a side effect of miracle meds
Sublingual strips, work wonders,
journey’s over, again spoon fed
By
David Kavanagh
Whenever teens gather for an annual concert in Central Park,
they can't wait to swing their bodies hypnotized by wild music:
it's the irresistible charm of their idol...it's the rhythm and beat
of the song they'll shout until they can sing louder than a lark!
Then, wouldn't we admit it's a teen's passion, or another trand?
Today's lyrics mesmerise, but to us they are ludicrous and blank!
We had ours when Elvis was king of the land,
let's understand them...we were just like them!
It's a teen's passion arosing an undeniable desire for a franzied, youthful living!
And if some songs promote rebellion and encourage promiscuity:
it's their choice to listen to what they like and project it as reality!
So why deny them all the fun...didn't we think that swing and rock were thrilling?
"A Whiskers Tale: Watching the Detectives"
Her whiskers tickle
when the lights go out
hormonal huntress
on the prowl
Moonlight chasing
itsy bitsies
up the wall
a silent investigator
tap dancing silently
soft as mink and sibilant
paws poised
across a different kind of
polished slippery dance floor
criminally inclined
researching minds
a baby in her
isolation crib
for sure
soft-shoe shuffling
never bored.
(LadyLabyrith / 2021)
"Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit."
"Watching the Detectives" / Elvis Costello
https://youtu.be/xO_sDtI2bYk
"Everyday I Write the Book"
https://youtu.be/ekrzLtCKMJg
" I shut my doors on that dark guilt,
I bolt the door, each door I bolt.
Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:
The panther's tread is on the stairs,
Coming up and up the stairs..."
Inspiration: "MoonLight"
"Pursuit"/Sylvia Plath
https://neuroticpoets.com/plath/poem/pursuit/
It’s been 3 years since the low blow of nadirs
As we said hooroo to you..goodbye to our top guy
Still feeling...reeling from the pain
Of all the polished veneers of careers
Which is the best palimpsests of Test contests..conquests
The class...VIP pass..no glass ceiling
Why..has to be the insane arcane Shane gravy train
You know they’re in the hall of fame..like Elvis
When they just get called by their first name
Palpable fears cricket will never ever
Be quite the same game again
Cricketing Gods above showered their love.. on an upstart..
Who didn’t just play his part but resurrected
The respected but sadly neglected.. leg spin art
Vision of befuddling precision & derision lingers
The dawn of Warne
Muddling aplomb of his first ball against a Pom
Fingers flipped…it dipped..gripped..ripped
Nipped..skipped..clipped off stump
Leggy bomb….under the pump
Down in the dump chump
Plump Gatting slipped..pipped
We quipped..ill equipped..standing sentry for
The outstanding ball of the century
Shane twirled & quite simply
Changed the world of batting
Gandalf's celestial staff...walks the walk...talks the talk
On some extra terrestrial path
And at tother end..you're having a laugh..where
When there's then the zen
Of his old friend Glenn McGrath
Warnie’s masterplan of..flair…elan and despair
Devious...mischievous...had plenty of previous
Alright unfair trite slights about hair implants..highlights
Off the square delights…did revel with rare
On another level.. seedier devil may care flights
Done like a kipper by a ripper
Wannabe chipper skipper's flipper again
One of the game’s greatest readers & media feeder
Should've been.. hallowed.. not fallowed leader
Memories never wane of how
Shane did forever entertain
A whizz doing the biz with such fizz
Legendary larrikin of sin & spin
So let's ordain the Champagne
Campaign & Reign of Shane!
Poet: Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Pen : el.oti.gi...
*EGYPT AN ANCIENT CULTURE*
It's a ring,
A ring of Egyptian culture,
Where people lived together,
Optimism, confident, kind-hearted
Generosity and sense of humor,
Is all they are known for.
Egyptian People:
Had a wonderful nature,
With a welcoming heart,
Used to live happily even after work,
Were self-sufficient on the poor.
Peaceful they lived.
The wore undyed clothes,
Respected the laws of the land,
Believed in a happy life,
Clothing were so descent,
Respected women rights.
Their culture,
Gave power to man,
As the head of the family,
As women, the head of the home,
Taught their kids on their culture,
Which was full of harmony and balance.
Making them different from other cultures.
Egyptian culture,
Believed their land was intimately,
Hitched their distinctive salvation.
Ooh, what a wonderful culture,
That was patriot,
Which served their country army,
And encouraged,
Which is still immortal in history,
With simple behavior and living.
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There once was a crooner with sideburns
Whose lips howled and hips churned as he turned
His first name was Elvis
They called him "The Pelvis"
Until the day he flamed out, crashed and burned
Jimi Hendrix sure wowed 'em at Woodstock
Created a new form of acid-rock
He performed Purple Haze
In a drug-induced daze
Star-Spangled Banner in permanent shock
And lest we forget Janis Joplin
Whose songs really kept her fans hoppin'
She went on a spree
With Bobby McGee
Then she OD'd, which ended her boppin'
These three heroes all met similar fates
Thinking themselves immortally great
They took liberties
With their minds and bodies
Canceling their remaining concert dates
I see that you started following me
Did you click the gold star on a whim
Are you now sitting back, trying to relax
Waiting for it all to begin
Did you come here looking for answers
Or simply to be entertained
Should I now bring in the flamingo dancers
Arriving daily on the boogie train
Are you here to share in some laughs
Or looking for a shoulder to cry
Maybe you felt a pull to follow this fool
And you have no idea of why
Did you read the fine print..."If you follow me"
To closely it might drive you insane
I have dozens of lawyers waiting in the wings
That can expertly shift all the blame
So whether I hang out with the head of Johnny Depp+
Or start belly button lint dust fires+
Even digging up the body of Elvis +
All would be true if it wasn't a lie
Just remember that whatever happens
When I open the door to my soul
And give a slight peak, inside to see
It's not like you haven't been warned
+Shameless plugs on some of my odder poems
We Americans are very creative when it comes to conquering malaise,
By founding specific times in which to celebrate any wacky craze!
Legal holidays are well established and we honor Father and Mother,
But each day, week or month we lionize some silly thing or other!
There's a "National Bubba Day" and "Check Your Batteries Day."
There's a "Poem In Your Pocket Day" and a "Clerihew Day."
A "Dump Your 'Significant Jerk' Week" and "National Rabbit Week."
A "National Scoop The Poop Week" and a "Cockoo Dancing Week."
I'm thrilled to know about "I'm Not Going To Take It Anymore Week."
For the pudding aficionado there's a "Bread Pudding Exchange Week."
I can appreciate "Hug Your Cat Day" but not "Appreciate A Dragon Day."
I will eagerly celebrate "Eat What You Want Day" and "Act Happy Day."
There's even a "Middle Name Pride Day" and "Upsy Daisy Day!"
I can forego "National Go Barefoot Day" and "National Licorice Day."
'Twould be well for all to observe "Be Kind To Humankind Week!"
There also happens to be an "Elvis Week" and "Cookie Cutter Week."
Church attendance seems to rise during "Bingo Month" in December.
Dog lovers, be aware of "Responsible Dog Ownership Month" in September.
I pray your life has been edified by all of this meaningless information,
But I felt it my obligation to further enhance your education!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I frequent a little taco stand
Every time that I'm out west
With Elvis behind the counter
Dressed in his leathers best
Janice Joplin doing dishes
With Southern Comfort breath
Arguing with fry cook Jim Morrison
Over the best way of cheating death
Jimi Hendrix works the tables
That they have set up out front
Recommending the mushroom taco
With the psychedelic crunch
Marilyn Monroe...the entertainment
Nightly serenades the gents
While wearing her favorite T-shirt
Bobby Kennedy for president
I highly recommend the little taco stand
If you ever find yourself out West
Who's going to show up to take your order that day
Could be anybody's guess