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Let me not nonsense, pen!
One-liners, jokes, do I dread.
The carnival of forms, far too
many.
Some not poetry, at all.
About as good as "Henny-Penny!"
.
Sounding like echoing laughter in
an empty hall.
The murder of our beautiful English
language, banal and cold as an empty,
plastic mall.
.
Or overdone with oh so, impressive
words from our great Thesaurus.
Better to read famous poetry, with your
red cat, Morris!
.
Truth, soul, God, do they really matter?
Sadly, not really~ if on the floor, truth
is shredded, lying in dirt, in tatters!
.
When a human life ends and you refuse to
shed a tear.
You no longer are a poet, just about as
human as an empty can of beer!
2/25/2021
~1~
On Wells Street in Chicago, is a sweet comedic treat.
Second City Theater for laughs and where many found their beginnings on plain stage, their life's heartbeat.
No "Phantom of the Opera" no lines, no costumes, no staging.
All actors had to do was improvise.No heavy make-up, yet one in an
instant learn how to disguise.
As in jazz, whether Brubeck or Davis, we all played off one another.
No fixed lines like Henny or famous the Smothers Brothers.
I never understood this magic of improvisation,
But once I learned it, what a phenomenal source of excitation.
This was a true gift how to act in the now.
It has served me in relationships, as I can't be a fake no how!
The censor that dances in your head keeps you from being free,
as if your head is stuck in a tree.
Most get stuck inside their heads, improvisation sets you free.
~Biography~
Poetess is Graduate of the famed Second City.
Was on stage for their Childrens Theater Troupe every Saturday for two years.
After that, moved on to be a stand up comedienne.I was trained by Tom Dreesen and Tim Reid("WKRP in Cincinnati."
I worked clubs in Chicago. Later in San Francisco, at Holy City Zoo. **Women comedians in the 1970's were not to be gross as they are now.
Tim and Tom were the only black and white comedy act ever. No grossness was ever displayed...best experience of my life!
Dedicated to Tom Dreesen and Tim Reid. Tom went on to be the opening act for Frank Sinatra and helped in the HBO movie on Frank. Also, launched The Comedy Store in Los Angeles. Both humble men....and friends,
Verse 1:
Pretty brown eyes, you know I see you,
Across the crowded room, a silent cue,
A flicker of something, a hidden desire,
Burning slow, fueled by the fire.
Got the vibe on smash, no need for a lie,
Spitting rhymes like a king, baby, I’m fly,
While the world spins ‘round, we move in slow-mo,
Feel the beat drop hard like it’s Tony in a dojo.
Heartbeat racing like a train on a track,
You bite your lip, girl, and I'm never looking back,
Lighting up the night like it’s 4th of July,
Hands up high, let’s reach for the sky.
Drink in my hand, toast to the life,
Roll with my crew, you could be my wife,
Swag on E, but the love’s on full,
You’re the queen of the night, let’s break every rule.
Chorus:
We gon’ party till dawn, let the music play,
In this club full of dreams, yeah, we drift away,
Pretty brown eyes, get lost in the thrill,
Feel that bass pounding, got the world standing still.
Verse 2:
Streets alive, neon lights illuminating,
Rhymes so heavy, you can feel ‘em vibrating,
Grinding on the floor, moving to the beat,
Sweat dripping down, yeah, we turning up the heat.
Got my peeps around, loyalty’s thicker than blood,
In this concrete jungle, we rise from the mud,
Hustle hard, party harder, that’s the motto we claim,
Bright city lights, we ain't ever gonna tame.
Sip that Henny neat, chase it with the vibe,
Stacking the good times, we all here to ride,
With you by my side, it’s a whole different game,
In the chaos of the night, love is never the same.
So let the DJ run it back, spin the record right,
Got that energy, girl, we shining so bright,
Pretty brown eyes, lost in the moment,
In this dance of life, we never gonna own it.
Chorus:
We gon’ party till dawn, let the music play,
In this club full of dreams, yeah, we drift away,
Pretty brown eyes, get lost in the thrill,
Feel that bass pounding, got the world standing still.
Humpty Dumpty always sat on that wall
Except for the one time he had a great fall
So always but once that anyone can recall
Which is why today is a big deal after all
Since Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep
She wanted to ask Humpty to take a peek
If he could see where she should seek
She could round them up within the week
He wasn't on the wall, she rang Missing Alert
It sent shockwaves far and wide and overt
The Three Blind Mice scampered in the dirt
Three Little Pigs squealed like they were hurt
Next thing you know, Little Miss Muffet,
Told Tom Thumb to find Humpty or 'ef it'!
Three Little Kittens told Jack Spratt to "Stuff it!"
Itty Bitty Spider crawled the wall and jumped it
The Old Lady Who Lived In the Shoe
Panicked about what to do
Earlier she and Humpty had a rendezvous
He fell asleep and now had no clue
Most all those in Mother Goose Town
Heard Humpty was missing, wasn't around
Everyone was afraid he fell down
All were searching, wanting him found
Jack In the Beanstalk knew of the tryst
He told the Old Lady they would fix this
They covered up Humpty, he didn't resist
Henny Penny yelled, "Sky falling!" and insists
Hey Diddle Diddle got the cow to jump
And dropped Humpty on the wall on his rump
Starlight First Star said he looked like a lump
Even The Owl And Pussycat were stumped
"Chapter of my Heart"
"I got wounds in my heart "×2
It's a long road , ooh it is but I will get there, perseverance...don't deteriorate, keep it moving man!
Investing in love is more wealthy than investing in any silver or gold. I dream lucid my life in lyrics , the writing disease got me writing , feeling and teaching.
This right here , is the true tales of my journey no l ain't sipping Henny , do you remember Jenny? Penny wise , watch yourself this is happening once.
You get one chance to fly so let's go to the beautiful blue skies, where birds sing nothing but touching lullabies it's the heart that speaks truth, l wear it with pride on my sleeve l know my story , l got cocky , it was bumpy there is always a second chance! Dust your coat keep walking child.
Though Nervous...
Yours truly, quite dissimilar
to a woodlark,
nonetheless, this human
i(r)onically positively charged
to forge covalent bond,
hence this stranger
axon impulse to generate,
modulate, and spark...
assimilate virtual digital connection
with mine quark
key aura, charisma,
and karma acquired,
sans "FAKE" trumpeting
assertion tubby Ozark
Mountain Daredevil, I feign
boasting as true mark
Putin on Ritz storyteller wannabe,
incorporated with hallmark
card writer, and thus
feeble attempt to embark
upon eurythmic quest
to facilitate online journey,
wherever the whim
of reciprocity, spontaneity,
and transparency doth
deem reasonable benchmark.
Blatant camaraderie desire
explains rhyme and reason,
(and collusion) if such tactic appealed
within scrunched, highbrowed, and furrowed
forehead this whim congealed,
eyebrows raised with elan to field
said poetic laced metrical pursuit
(grammatically well healed)
unsure what outcome,
(perhaps duff feeted endeavor)
might be revealed!
At deux score away from
attaining Sant Henny yawl
whirl wide aging cobwebs
glom rusty cogs and wheels
of me noggin pine to flip
(the hands of time)
growing old steals
often playing back gauzy past,
where silently musty
Old Virginny hoary memory reels
squeakily turn, yet revisiting,
painful remembrance of things past
only reminds me how this Scottish Matt
got stepped on by many heels.
Numerous unpleasant vivid bro
kin recollections of doomed,
foregone smitten loves flit to and fro
many awkward boyhood infatuations never
broached to secret paramour,
asper this common Joe
forever embossed pretty thang,
penniless and dolorous 1959 minted
baby boomer lass ne'er did know,
probably snickered (out of mine earshot),
a painfully shy lad, who stood
(rather small) apart from status quo
sported nerdy skinny as toothpick physique
encompassing scared kid accumulating woe.
Even at this instant forlorn romantic
notions finds this papa craze
zilly wished courage existed to
whisper "hello" during prepubescent days
for one gull in particular engendered
unstoppable fervent gaze
especially within cat's whisker
visiting her hypnotic gaze
leaving suppressed, locked, and bottled
languishing testosterone
squelched in confusing maze.
Trevor Jed Engelson Unwittingly...
launched Meghan Markle into royalty
American divorcee
catapulted from “AA” to “Zed”
at break neck speed, and with cachet wed
Prince Harry, and soon
twill begetting, bestowing,
and bewitching her
chromo somal thread
(complementing, furthering, and
weaving together "Quod Erat
Demonstrandum", or QED
for short) within United Kingdom
coat of arms, perhaps
naming the first heir Ned,
and according one online
dictionary definition and ken
translates as French
(Old English) name Eadmund,
meaning rich or happy,
and protective akin
to a mother hen,
not just mollycoddling
hatchlings, but even
shelling out care
on a wing and a prayer
long after offspring
fly the coop and been
fending for themselves,
perhaps merely earning
chicken scratch wage,
assigning doomed fate,
sans cooked usage
if perchance "chick(s)"
go thru a foul stage
within their duff
fenceless hierarchy,
where pecking order doth rage
worse case scenario, would presage
finding errant peep(s)
sent to gaol,
not much bigger than a bird cage,
unless they comprise
noble henny age,
ideally taken in as a pet
by newly bridled
Duchess of Sussex
treated like totally
tubularly true blue blood
with opulent accommodations
(cheaply) tricked out
with life size Tyrannosaurus Rex
(spoiler alert: actually done
with special effe Hex
with latest computer graphics
showing rippling reptiles flex
sing and holo
graphic smoky mirrors)
intending "FAKE"
balances and checks
to boondoggle aggressive paparazzi,
one of whom includes
Meghan Markle's ex.
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential