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If I was the ruler of the world...
The Head Honcho so to speak
First thing I'd do
Is to rule out all wars forever
They never accomplish anything
Except kill many innocent folks like you and me
The end results never justifies the loss
Of so many innocent souls
When will we ever learn
Or WILL we ever learn
Man has been acting like animals since the beginning
The Leader of the Pack, the Head Honcho
My question is... WHY?
Is there a gene embedded in our soul
That forces us to consider war
Instead of a lifetime of peace and contentment
Seems kinda silly to me
There certainly is a dark side
To us guys, us so-called intelligent beings
If only we could all live in peace forever
And never have to fight another war
What a dreamer!
Ricky was a poor little fool
Chuck was heading back to school
Mark for his teen angel he did grieve
But Conway knew it was only make believe
Tell Laura I love her Ray did cry
And Jack said goodbye baby bye bye
Ritchie sang about Donna and Ooh my head
Rave on rave on Buddy said
All Don and Phil had to do was dream
Turning Fabian loose made the girls all scream
It's a shame Big Bad John had to die
Mary was telling everyone that's my guy
A runaway tore Del's love apart
Frankie said just ask your heart
Those poni tails were born too late
While Floyd was thinking about his last date
Tommy asked please Mister Sun
The Beach Boys were having fun fun fun
Maurice was pleading for us to stay
Jimmy was on the way to Bim Bom Bay
The Crystal's sang when they got kissed
Chubby wailed let's do the twist
Brother's felt like Cathy's Clown
There were three bells for Jimmy Brown
Leader of the pack didn't get too far
Connie went where the boys are
Someone told me about a teenage queen
And Johnny was crying for Maybelline
Del Vikings said come and go with me
Bobby took us beyond the sea
While Jerry Lee was shaking up
This Time Troy was breaking up
Bobby sang please love me forever
But Johnny said until the twelfth of never
So many songs touched us then
Susie Darlin' , I remember when.
Song title in every line. If you remember them all, you can remember just how
great those years were.
Declared debris? ... O' woe is me!
I am a just a chubby club of three..
Beyond the two, ... before the four
Not the card I hoped to be
If I could choose, I'd be much more!
I’d wear a crown, and be the king
But, what the heck….the deck is stacked!
A crying shame…to have a name
that holds no pride, and sad effect
is that I hold no claim to fame!
Even twos get twice the fame!
Just plain ole’ me..
Not five, not eight, not nine, not ten,
I’m hardly worth a chip to bet
Just a three of clubs…and chubby too
A chubby club! Oh! Woe is me! …
A plain old three of clubs I am
And I get snubbed, at poker games
No one really cares for me
They toss me in among the crowd
Of royalty and joker smiles
Ace defends his rightful place
Dueces often party wild!
I shuffle in, in lower case
Get pushed around the dealer’s place
Those sevens poke their hearts and spades
Into my face! It's a disgrace!
A racist bunch! … Why must it be?
The diamonds sparkle in the light
Those snobby queens don’t flirt with me
The hearts, in fact, get all the love
Old Jack, the leader of the pack
hangs out with only rowdy spades
The odds are stacked against my name
Even when I’m old and gray
I will shuffle in, worn, bent, and frayed,
And while they play their poker game
Some day they’ll use me as a peg
Folded over several ways
To fix that wobbly table leg!
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Submitted for PD's Contest : 101 Old Poems in a Row #7
If I was the ruler of the world...
The Head Honcho so to speak
First thing I'd do
Is to rule out all wars forever
They never accomplish anything
Except kill many innocent folks like you and me
The end results never justifies the loss
Of so many innocent souls
When will we ever learn
Or WILL we ever learn
Man has been acting like animals since the beginning
The Leader of the Pack, the Head Honcho
My question is... WHY?
Is there a gene embedded in our psyche
That forces us to consider war
Instead of a lifetime of peace and contentment
Seems kinda silly to me
There certainly is a dark side
To us guys, a so called intelligent species
If only we could all live in peace forever
And never have to fight another war
What a dreamer!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I see you
I see you in the smoke thin air
I see your hair fluffing in the wind
You look so handsome
The man who is so proud
A lion in this animal kingdom
Who is the leader of the pack
Who speaks no nonsense
And seeks no pretense
Who cares about what others think
What he can do for the good of the people
I see your dreams and visions
That you want to trump
I see your unshaken beliefs
Your foundation to the Father
Who we all hold dear
I see the love that speaks volume
The passion smoldering in your eyes
The fire that burns within
The smoke that could start any fire
The brilliance that you display
The unaffected conviction that can overcome any resistance
The challenge that you pose to others
To conquer or be conquered
God had made you like that
The wind
The song
The air
The life that blows
Can you see?
Ebony took her jack-o-lantern and sat on Cauldron Hill.
She was Old McWee’s familiar, so she knew she could be still.
The silence of the night boded well for the Eve of Halloween.
Ebony’s magical powers assured her she would not be easily seen.
The wind was just strong enough to flicker Jack’s candle a bit.
Ebony watched a wolf pack go by, she held on to her sit.
The leader of the pack did not sense her, but his wife was fey
She turned and smiled her teeth at her as he led the pack away.
In the distance Ebony could sense the children getting ready for bed.
Among statutes of ghosts and witches, and some devils of an ugly red.
Jack-o-lanterns flickering. Their moms came in for a good night kiss.
Old McWee came toward Ebony and asked “What did I miss?”
Same ole story, Ebony said. Like every Halloween from 1933.
They are singing the same tunes, running the same direction, you see.
There are some new cartoon costumes, of which I am not aware.
But it is the Eve of Halloween, so there is still magic in the air!
A best-selling song was recorded by Mark Dinning.
In a string of sad songs, this was just the beginning.
In 1960, the lyrics conveyed teary eyes.
“Teen Angel” was a big hit, and it was no surprise.
Many sad songs followed this one up the Billboard charts.
Their lyrics described death and tragedy, breaking hearts.
“Tell Laura I Love Her” was sung by Ray Peterson.
Another great song was “Last Kiss” by J. Frank Wilson.
We have to include “Big John” produced by Jimmy Dean.
Some more great tragic songs made their presence on the scene.
“Ringo” was recorded by Bonanza’s own Lorne Greene.
“Dead Man’s Curve” earned a gold record for both Jan and Dean.
The Shangri-La’s song “Leader of the Pack” joined others.
There was “Ebony Eyes” by the Everly Brothers.
Two tragic melodies delivered by Dickey Lee
were the gold recordings titled “Patches” and “Laurie”.
That was not the end, for in ‘68 came “Honey”.
This was a number one hit so many got to know.
It became the best effort by Bobby Goldsboro.
However, during this time, not all songs sounded sad.
A few melodies came around that were not that bad.
Among the tragic ballads that were a plethora
was the novel song, Allan Sherman’s “Camp Granada”.
My favorite non-tragic melody one would sing
was the late Bob Luman’s hit “Let’s Think About Living”.
I really believe everything would have been so nice
if only more people heeded Bob Luman’s advice!
Helpless Winners At The Fair
Clone Wolf
Tantrum Rages
Leader Of The Pack…
Careless Sycophants
Elephantile Contagions
Self-Defeating Victims.
The Old Irony Escapes
Bare-Knuckles
Modeled, Paling…
Grabbing Artificial
Pleasure From
Manipulation's
Freshest Kill.
Your Cheeks Are
Tender Bloody Sweet
All You Cuddle-
Yummy Treats!
Your Tribe Awaits
With A Better Hat And
Sweater - Be-Damned…
Re-Damned. AGAIN!
Idolizers.
What You ‘Really Needed’
Cost Us All Our
Arms And Legs.
Too Bad That
Couldn’t Save Our
Extremely Enormous:
Vapid
Heart And
Head, Instead…
Skull-Candy Now
In Sugar-Cotton.
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2025
The Haiku in blue
Please do tell me what is new
Where's your Blue Sued Shoes?
My Mind's in a coup
Now what do I have to do
To escape this Soup?
Do you think me mad
Or do you see me as sad?
Either way's not bad
In my heart's a hole
They tried to save me, my soul
I've played Dead Man's Roll
The Haiku In Blue
Like it's 23 Skadoo
Scooby Dooby Doo
It's in the old bar bub
In the Hotsie Totsie Club
Gin in the Bathtub
Way back on time line
The year's 1929
Making Beer and Wine
Swilling homemade Booze
They thought that they couldn't lose
It was all a ruse
The Haiku In Blue
Making my Poetry Stew
In need there's a slew
I am just Rootin'
For Pharaoh Rootin' Rootin'
While Night Owl's Hootin'
To atone for sin
I shall roll the bones again
See what time I'm in
Don't stay in one place
Travel in both Time and Space
Seek Earth's Blue face
The Haiku In Blue
Will never keep track of you
Like the others do
Like the old map told
Seek you now the Pharaoh's Gold
Mined in times of old
Seeking the old ruin
'Neath the face of the Blue Moon
Wanning all too soon
First the moon has waxed
By turning all of time back
Howling Wolves attack
I'm the Werewolf and
I'm the leader of the pack
I'm ruling this land
The Haiku In Blue
Will make you your actions rue
Your illwishes too
"Where am I?", I said
Now walking with the undead
Now the Moon is Red
Run the Human Race
And Dance all over the place
Gone without a trace
Sing a Happy Song
While having your Black Suit on
Hat and Cane do don
The Haiku In Blue
Will always tell you the truth
And show you it too
So, It, What is It?
Monster from the Twelth Planet
Believe every bit
The Haiku In Blue
Will always tell you the news
Even if it stinks, Pew!
On all this Blue Stuff
I say, "Enough is Enough!"
But quitting is rough
This is too Silly
Thrown 'round Blue Willy Nilly
This one's a Dilly
Done with Blues, my friend
So tails you lose, heads I Win
Won't be back again...
Copyright Jeff W. Watson, July 26, 2026
Running with pitbulls, I run with a pack/
Always on the prowl, and ready to attack that guitar/
Running with pitbulls, we bully that guitar/
And if you don't bully that guitar, you're not Running with me/
Who Running with me, to the point of no return/
I set the guitar on fire, and I'm screaming let it burn/
I'm with all my dogs, we run every show/
I shred that guitar, so shred it with me/
If you were in my shoes, you would do the same, too/
But you're not in my shoes, you just choose to judge/
And I won't bend, I won't break/
I won't shake, not even in an earthquake/
From the streets to the stage, I am the truth/
Time after time, you slam me with slander and defamation/
Just look the other way when I'm crossing the street/
Because that's what you want, right, I don't matter/
Illusion, confusion, think whatever you want/
It's evil everywhere I go, I shred that guitar defiantly/
Every time I fall, I get back up/
I'm the leader of the pack and they buck when I buck/
When we are together, we tear that guitar like Kings/
So when it's time to move, the light is green/
All I know is go, I'm living life in the fast lane/
Three days with no sleep, shredding that guitar/
Searching for the Tree of Life, knowledge is power/
Walking around like I'm headed to the Spirit World/
I just keep speeding, no time to go slow/
It's only a one way ticket on the highway to Hell/
And I'm running with pitbulls, I'm the King of Kings/