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I’m not goin sit her and tell you what I’m goin do
I can just assure you of what I won’t do
Might feud wit you but I’ll get coo wit you
Even though I’m goin blew, yea past tense goin blew
We goin cruise on them 4 2’s vogues true interior girbaud blue
Definitely cold too bettin’ 50 when I roll the 5 and the deuce
So fine had to introduce seductive wit the seduction nice shape and matchin caboose.
Skip a vest I wear my life I’m my chest let it take the strife until get laid out to rest
Hit the sack relax on my back and listen to you sing on my chest.
Free me from the mess, relieve me of the stress
Keep me sane so I don’t hit the street make you have to see me in that stretch
So I gotta take it out on the pen then, make it throw up the Inc. like one of Gotti’s henchmen
Knock, Knock I’m here again way before my time so I’m here to win
You like my thug style when you hear it then, not too hype but just might be real melo wit the cheerin then
But when you hear we win celebrate wit the steaks and the flavor that’s seared right in
Get it clear number 1 option, but you can choose to op then, coed go head and cop then.
Don’t drink coffee but I got star bucks, other chicks get star struck
But you the one and only that can get me charged up
Get me by the mall to buy it all by tomorrow and charge it up
So pardon the interrupt it’s far from me to stunt
The bars in my mouth that’s crushed broke bill gates bank and made his head bust
Because the price’ll head bust, so go head and touch
The time you require wit the sire, get it in entire, royal treatment like you part of an empire
So I can talk about it till my mouth get tired
So be about it because C’s bout and come kick it wit the Sire
Form:
PILLOW TALK ABUSE (collaboration)
by~ Andrea Dietrich
Again you’re droning on and on and on.
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada.
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone.
Why can’t you close your eyes?
You know you oughta.
Just press those lips together tight and zip!
My lids are getting heavy as you talk.
So now I offer you this little tip.
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk?
The clear night air might open up your mind.
Before you kill the bush you’re beating round.
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind,
But when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . .
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . .
Please shut your trap.
We’ve long since hit the sack!
by~ Poet Destroyer
Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.
A collaboration with * ANDREA DIETRICH
My collaboration contest
PILLOW TALK ABUSE (collaboration)
by~ Andrea Dietrich
Again you’re droning on and on and on.
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada.
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone.
Why can’t you close your eyes? You know you oughta.
Just press those lips together tight and zip!
My lids are getting heavy as you talk.
So now I offer you this little tip.
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk?
The clear night air might open up your mind
before you kill the bush you’re beating round.
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind,
but when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . .
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . .
Please shut your trap. We’ve long since hit the sack!
by~ Poet Destroyer
Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.
Hope PD won't mind me showing me this one again!
They called out "Nutmeg'" hurry up,
Fred is onstage and doesn't want another flop,
I'd been taking dancing lessons overnight,
hoping my under eye bags wouldn't cause too much fright,
Fred in his usual top hat and tails,
while I wore a dress as big as a sloop sail,
grabbing my hands and swinging me all around,
the director watching us with binoculars not making a sound,
All's you could hear was the clickity-clack of our heels,
as we danced around with sychronized comedic flair,
with Fred making faces and stepping on my toes,
while I earnestly tried to keep on my fake eyes and nose,
That was just our warm-up for our "Cheek to Cheek" number,
with the Bee Gee's arriving cool as cucumbers,
singing "Staying Alive" with a disco beat,
Fred and I got down even with my two left feet,
With Fred and I doing the hustle and the disco bump,
we were really cheek to cheeking it with our rumps,
surprisingly Fred's top hat never fell off his head,
with rumor's flying round that he even wore it to bed,
Then before I knew it I had a strange feeling,
feeling like we were dancing up the wall to the ceiling,
with the gravity suspension being very appealing,
I also noticed that the ceiling paint was peeling,
Finally the director yelled, "ok thats a wrap!"
as we were all tired and ready to hit the sack,
with me waking up in the morn with sweat all over my pillow case,
and glancing in the mirror had on a pair of fake eyes and nose on my face.
11-26-16
Have you ever ‘Melted in someone’s arms?’
You have heard this one said often
Have you ever ‘Drowned in a kiss’?
Have you ever felt your ‘Heart soften’?
Have you ever been struck, by a ‘thunder bolt?’
This one sounds if it would hurt,
Do you think you ever ‘Lost the plot?’
Or ever “Lost your shirt”
Have you been ‘Twisted around someone’s little finger’
Or ‘thrown caution’ to the wind.’
Sometimes it’s not good to linger,
Especially if you sinned...
Have you ‘Fallen in love’ or ‘Trembled with desire?’
‘Battled with your conscience’ or had your ‘Soul set on fire’.
Have you ever ‘Thrown a tantrum’ or ‘Covered up your tracks?’
Have you ever ‘Caught a cold, given up the ghost, or even hit the sack’?
Have you ever ‘Struck a deal’, or even ‘Hit the target.’
Looking back on these lines, I hope that you don’t for-get
How life can seem quite harsh sometimes, just look down at the list
From hitting Fighting Falling, even doing a twist
Life is quite exhausting, when the only thing I caught,
It wasn’t good or exciting, it wasn’t something I bought
It’s a germ from times of old, from days of time forgotten
I woke up this morning with a cold, and I am feeling rotten.
So I think on my second thought, because the first one I dismissed
That today I’ll stop in bed and I may even try to get … …drunk.
© ~GG~2011
There’s a sound and smell that brings back
memories of the long ago,
of those short hours between the work and bed.
The family would gather
in the front room for awhile.
We were relaxed, contented and well fed.
Sometimes we’d play card games or Mom
would read continued story to us all.
In summer evenings we could stay
outside for hide and seek,
but the dark hours started early in the fall.
In those early days of no TV,
and no electric wonders
when oil lamps substituted for the sun,
it took a lot of patience
and it took a lot of love
and understanding of each other to have fun.
Then there were the special evenings
when Daddy would get out
the heavy iron skillet to pop corn.
I would hear those kernels popping and
inhale the buttery smell
and just be happy that I had been born.
He would shake the skillet back and forth
on Mama’s kitchen stove
then empty it and start another batch.
Oh the eagerness that skillet brought
when Daddy popped the corn
is something that no microwave can match.
Now it only takes that popping sound
or the smell of melting butter
to bring all of the memories flooding back,
of those long leisure evening hours
we’d spend with one another
before Daddy said, “It’s time to hit the sack.”
Won 3rd place in Sounds and Smells contest
Dear Folks: Just a few lines from your homesick army draftee.
Just twenty-four hours in the army and if it was left up to me,
I'd just as soon go home and forget the whole blamed thing.
I feel I've been sentenced to life in the barren walls of Sing Sing.
My first train ride was exciting for this old country boy,
But beyond that the day has brought me very little joy.
I reckon I'll never get used to their regulations and rules.
The army is run by silly manuals written by asinine fools!
I was stripped naked for dozens of very minute inspections.
My arms are sore and swollen from numerous injections.
Remember those wavy locks of hair that I pampered for years?
In one fell swoop I was bald, almost driving me to tears!
They prepared reams of paperwork and advised me of my pay.
Wow! Twenty-one bucks a month, that's seventy cents a day!
I hoped to be an air corps pilot but the tests just didn't agree,
So I ended up as a buck private in the good old infantry!
The captain swore me in - it's for the duration plus six,
So there's no hope of getting out of this miserable fix.
It's time to hit the sack, soon "Taps" will start to blow.
Pray for me, write when you can, Your loving son, Roscoe.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Christmas bells, can you hear them ringing?
all night long, carolers singing.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
Penciled out, is the last day,
so today, it’s the right day.
And sleep seeds dreams,
with sugarplum themes,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning we can open presents,
sharing smiles as they get passed around.
I'll ask, is one for me?
you'll say, yes man,
but you must wait till morning,
so calm down
dream of things you desire
hang your socks by the fire,
leave Santa a snack
then go hit the sack,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
Ah yay, waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
Oh yeah, waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning we can open presents,
sharing a smile that's passed around,
And we'll attend all the festive events,
at least the ones within our town.
On this eve, nerves are tingling, can you feel them?
In the air, bells are jingling.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
(Lyric)
12/08/2021
A Christmas Carol Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Sung to the tune of “Winter Wonderland.”
Today I Accomplished
(My first list poem- I hope)
By Franklin Price
5/16/2015
Today I accomplished this list of things
At least I hope so Looking back
As I lay my head on pillow
Close my eyes and hit the sack
Got out of bed this morning
Glad my body could still work
Walked into the kitchen
Got the coffee on to perk
Turned on the old computer
Wrote a rhyming poem or two
Retired and don't go to work
Writing's something that I do
Heard the wife awaken
Made us each a coffee cup
Hugged and kissed her a good morning
Glad that she had gotten up
Checked my friends on Facebook
Posted written poems on line
Entered this poem in the contest
Hope you'll think it's mighty fine
Finally got my old bod dressed
Went to work more on a deck
To make a place to barbeque
Sunscreened my face my arms my neck
Quit construction twelve o'clock
Took a shower changed my clothes
Went over to a friend of ours
To play some dominoes
Came home around dark thirty
Just my lovely wife and me
To spend some time together
With some popcorn and TV
Watched the news to end the day
Was not busy nor was slack
This is all that I accomplished
Before I hit the sack
Thomas was a doubter
Not a pouter
Day was bright
Sunny no clouds in sight
God’s gift warm and temperatures just right
But there was Danny the weatherman
Predicting things behind a five and dime stand
“There is something big headed our way
Filled with high winds I must say
Lightning and thunder
Will be the wonder”
Thomas didn’t believe the word
And headed out to see the swirl
“Before you leave
I would like you to believe
In what I see
A problem is brewing
Preparation is what you should be doing”
Thomas shrugged his shoulders
Feeling these warnings are colder
Decided to put them in his thoughtful folder
“Could you please spare a nickel and dime?
Payment to hear the information from my mind,”
Danny asked
After performing the forecasting task
Being a man Thomas decided to confront
To see what the forces of nature want
Ocean waves were making surf rougher
A message to Thomas ‘you better get tougher’
Skies started out blue
Grey entered the picture too
Night arrived time to hit the sack
Peacefully waited for the meteorological attack
Tune in tomorrow
And the results to this rainy day horror