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by Bob Moore ©2018
I don’t like Ikea, the place is like a maze
if my wife was not with me, I’d be lost in there for days
following the arrows, as you go from place to place
people must have hours to spare, as they stroll at a funeral pace.
they all walk at 3 abreast, leave no room for getting past
then you see a little gap, and you squeeze through at last
and there’s that bloody arrow, stretching on around the bend
from the front door to the backdoor, feels like it will never end
just want to buy a little thing, but once you’re on that track
there is nowhere to pay for it, the checkouts at the back
the arrows on the pathway, so in circles you must go
and try to pass the women, as they stroll along so slow.
Through lounge rooms, bedrooms, kitchens, and all rooms in between
people try out beds and chairs, see sights you’ve never seen
flat packs fill up shelves and shelves, of things which you can build
a wonderland for the handyman, whose dreams are now fulfilled
You just need your screwdriver, flat and Phillips head,
a hammer and a pencil, all instructions can be read
you’ll soon get the hang of it, all the pieces together go
three or four “Billy” bookshelves, and you will be a pro.
And now the end has come in sight, or is it a mirage
I can see the checkout, but flat pack shelves are looming large
we will just look in aisle ten, she says without a smile
there may be things, that I can use, it will only take a while
Now we’re in the carpark, at last I’m feeling free
but I’m looking at the ground. I’m lost, cause I can’t see
the arrows I am looking for, to find which way to go.
but I’ll be ok as soon as I, can find my car I know.
Time for us to go to Lindt, the chocolate shop across the way
and she will buy some chocolate, so I’ll come another day
That’s not the only reason, I know she likes them too
and she needs me there to lift those packs, it’s the least that I can do.
you wouldnt believe where i live
on screen
in the back of my mind the phone rings
jail beat
wont take the hint and berat off
i live in the back of my mind
loser loser loser
loser
fairytale nightmare
doggy diaper
sweet love of pride
picking up after your mascot
your mascot
if only i could be bacon
bacon
bacon
in the back of this mind
where it rains all the time
i think im alive
we argue all the time
no were not split just individual
get him in trouble im sure
weve never met but seen eachother in the mirror
confused by what may be two different world
three envelopes for their chain letter
i cant remember what they said
or the day they would do it
who would illustrate it
never mind
surrender
back to the psudo scene of make believe
maybe i can get the hang of there beiong a few of me in my head
the group meetings in muy head
calming the crowd
of people ive nevrer met before
the ones i dont see
is your dog wearing a wire
speakerphone for pets
is this as good as it gets
the reality of blue moons
blue moons
and sunsets
the message in the sands we try to unravel
the truth of our own beliefs we deny
makes sense
dont know the truth yet
but when i do
ill do anything to scdramble away from it
cover it up
cover it
like a bat out of hell
message in the sands of the world around us
metaphors of skies and quicksands
covered up, covered up
reality upset the moon of the blue son that set the hour
Verse I
Don't ask for presents
and check your stockings
hanging by the fire place where the log crackles;
you are in for a big surprise this quite evening:
kids, dance with Santa on snowy Christmas's Eve...
put on the best smile and hear the reindeer's bells!
Chorus:
Kids, dance with Santa and swing your legs and arms 'till you fall;
jump up, go around once, stop, jump up, go around twice,
until his tired feet ache and you laugh at his funny groans!
Get the hang of it, dance with him he's so nice...
hold on, stay on the dance floor...see Santa's belly bounce!
Kids, dance with Santa and sing a lovely carol!
Verse II
Don't complain like grouches, and tell him he's another chubby Grinch;
he is a different kind of Santa...he doesn't bring any expensive gifts!
Oh, no Santa is not stingy, just the oldest messenger of good cheers;
you may be disappointed a lot, but please don't tarnish his image!
He came here to teach you the new Christmas dance with rhythm;
watch his steps and learn to dance within the allowed range!
Ending:
I don't like those long faces, kids dance with Santa on this Christmas Eve;
you'll forget about your presents expectations...you wouldn't want to leave!
Entered in Deborah Guzzi's Holiday Songs In Poetry Form. Style: Moderate Rock Ballad.
I will set my song to music and publish it next year. I doesn't have a melody to be sung
to.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Even if it feels like your world is crashing down, you can get through this.
You can overcome
By Michelle Morris
05/09/2021
When your world is crashing down,
And you feel like you're imploding,
Stop and take a moment to
Get your breathing under control.
It's seldom as bad as we're
Imagining it to be;
So have faith in the Universe
To set your soul free.
You are tied to nothing that
You are willing to let go;
So take stock of your situation
And let your feelings flow.
Be guided by your angels,
Open your mind and be inspired;
Connect to your higher self,
And let your inner truth reveal the sides.
And as time passes by,
You'll get the hang of it, I'm sure;
You'll grow in experience and confidence,
And have less times of feeling insecure.
Remember that half the battle,
Is what's playing in your mind;
Keep your thoughts good and pure,
And be blessed by heaven's timing.
No matter what the challenge,
You can overcome the tests;
If you focus on being able to do it well,
Your angels will help with the rest.
Let this be a reminder,
There are always rainbows after the storms;
And no matter where you are today,
You can always begin again.
Love and light.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
I remember long ago
Every year we would go
Northern Mississippi
a piece from Tupelo
Ackers of land
My childhood did know
Children of the daughters
in our grandmothers trust
every summer we spent
from before we could lust
picked peas by the bushell
and loaded hay by the bale
our first taste of work
in the suns regail
Hot we sweated
yet food we were supplied
an abundant table
we were never denighed
I milked the cows
Papa taught us how
Those old ways remembered
but not done now
Never could get the hang
of walking without shoes
one way the country boys
give city boys the blues
Put the jug in the freezer
so it would melt cold in the sun
run and catch the horses
was a way to have fun
When ever they had church
it was church all day
certian of the men
would pray and say
the verse of a song
while others drug
the moan and melody
Night would fall while
we sat on the porch
Wasn't enough television
to really have a choice
Papa never said much
cept mostly on his knees
right beside his bed
Before he'd sleep.
To follow the example
was ment for me
the bible on his lap
even though He couldn't read.
Welcome to our world, when you step through the door,
Welcome to a world of loosing weight, more and more,
A plan of healthy eating, for you can hardly call it a diet,
From morning till night you munch, it certainly keeps you quiet,
Once you get the hang of it, its as easy as A,B,C,
The lbs dropping off for all to see,
All you have to do is count points,
Now so much less weight, to strain your joints,
Carrot cakes, and muffins, cherry bakewells and ice cream,
The weight watchers plan, is certainly a dream,
Curries and Lasagne, Potato wedges, fish pie,
All waiting, just for you to try,
Chocolate bars that when you eat, don’t scream more,
All of this when you walk through the door,
SO WHY DON’T YOU, do as I have done,
Join the class and have some fun,
At the moment, I have lost almost a stone,
So I am going to treat myself to an ice cream cone,
Only 4lbs to go, then I will have lost 10% of my body weight,
This plan really is a piece of cake,
So welcome to our world, just step in,
If you to, would like to be slim.
Pat Dring
Anti-Poem – “At Pinks With Little Susie”
maybe if we hold hands the dizziness will go away
little susie be driving a ‘62 gray pontiac grand prix
she say driving is easy once you get the hang of it
tan nyloned legs caress the gas pedal with mettle
flying fast now she stops at melrose and van ness
susie say she feels sick and thinks it’s the roadkill
i just hit something bad she say it ain’t alive now
maybe if we play parcheesi all day it will go away
my problems be like sticky ants she say they stay
susie parks the pontiac in a shaded lot on la brea
she says she wants a pinks hot dog and a yoohoo
cool guys with duck tails and taps hang out there
their scarf-wearing chicks smoke filter cigarettes
susie thinks life is a vicious monster with no eyes
it just attacks and kills everyday and everywhere
susie say her hot dog tastes good tastes like love
will you marry me susie i says suddenly laughing
maybe if we marry all the bad things will go away
little susie be driving home now holding my hand
Personification is my favorite poem to write.
I can fly to my nest and feed my eaglets,
or I can scare humans to death with my wolf howl.
Personification forces me to enter my subject's heart and soul
Not easily done unless you have experience, and enthusiasm for it.
I love this type of poem the best, for I have mastered it in some ways.
I have been a Sears catalog, a Merry-go-round, and a rabbit.
My pages, ponies, and carrot munching teeth show you this, right?
Personification makes me feel safe, flows over my dendrites gladly.
My muse gets excited and begins typing before I have time to agree.
I have been a pirate's parrot, and a Iron's spray bottle.
I have been a mountain range, and a mouse's mistress.
Once you get the hang of it, you may feel joy and excitement.
Developing more character traits like self-respect and self-control
is a mere sideline benefit. Personification. My favorite poetry type.
Come sit by me, we can write your first one together, my friend.
You will just have to teach yourself
one poor female victim at a time
for kissing is a dangerous occupation
for adolescents and virgins.
Angles and shapes have to be factored in
at lightning speed
before the plunge is undertaken.
The neck must be adjusted to height and
the trajectory of the pursed lips meet
as a natural occurrence
like two butterfly wings
brushing each other in flight.
On first dates
short-sighted rhino clashes
must be avoided at all cost.
Noses and teeth
will always get in the way somehow
just a fact.
In time, with much trial and error
the young will get the hang of it
and it's rather nice
in an often sloppy sort of way.
Eventually tongues are employed
in strange animalistic tasks
that they were never designed for
but in the heat of the moment
eating is often mistaken for kissing.
Go forth confidently then
you young men, but always remember
"though a kiss might be gentle
and oh so elemental
diamonds are a girl's best friend."
Soon as you think you have it all together
A gust of wind knocks down the house of cards
I thought I was starting to get the hang of me but now I don't know which hand I'm playing
Holding a full hand only to get straight flushed down the toilet
The tissue is gone because I've been crying and blowing my nose like I'm sick
Well, I'm sick of you
So, sick I run right back to you
I can't shake this cold from the shivers of loneliness
And you're only a text away
Another road to you filling potholes with broken concrete
Feels like my heart is set in stone because it's hard to move away from you
Even though it's better for you...
I say to myself
Well, this will be the last time
Which is what I said the last time
Lying to myself to feel better about the poison I continue to digest as if it's healthy for me
Maybe you're good for me
Lying to myself
p.s. when are you going to tell the truth...