Long Liza Poems

Lake county music company filled with 
slots carney folk real carny folk the little 
pete's illegal gambling road show throughout 
the  Midwest gaming like your idol Frank Peter 
Balistreiri the mad bomber stops Metropolis...

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Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from...

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Me real name it is Bill Vonbertouche,	
but for short most folk just call me Bill.
Me Mum and Dad say I’m real smart,	
but the girls reckon I’m just a dill.	

But let’s just get this one thing...

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(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates Judy Garland, center stage. She wears a faded housecoat, her eyes holding a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly to the audience, her voice a smoky whisper)

Judy: 
They christened...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas
As I was getting ready for my hot date
Putting on sexy lace, hoping he’s not late
Hanging mistletoe and smiling as I wait

I hear his car pull in, he’s now at my...

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"Reality is something you rise above." -Liza Minelli

There is a host of systems the world over that mankind has chosen to              ...

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This was written after reading another's poem on this site. 
It just grabbed hold of me and well, I had to do something, so here it is. 


Those dreams that he promised 
Have gone up...

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I’m in the kitchen at Lisa’s. Her little sister Leeza enters, her pale, freckled face redder than usual. “Liza is the bossiest sister..,” Leeza says, slamming the cupboard door after grabbing a box of Fruity-Pebbles-cereal...

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‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the...

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She was Auntie Mame, Cher, Bette, and Liza with a Z to those amongst us.
Children clamored for her attention, twirling and whirling in her presence.
She was happy, joy, enthusiasm, personified, if you got to know...

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NEW YORK NEW YORK AGAIN
When I go to the Service as soon as I get up
I listen to Frank Sinatra's song
“New York New York”
The city that never sleeps, as me
And I  with pleasure, like...

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Here are my instructions for when I leave this world to go into the “magic realm of possibilities”, the heaven on another plane. For it will be so much better, it will make this Earth...

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There is an evil haunting at my house,spirits roam around as free as the 
breeze.Callie sees dead people ,they frightened her,now she has stopped 
speaking.Liza hears voices,some people think she is insane.Devlin sees 
images on...

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Reality is something you rise above,                             ...

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Now pick apart
My S E X U A L I T Y
and tell me these traits
That must define me.
From my heads to my tippy toes
Am I more man or Mo?
Dont hesitate 
While you emasculate
They must...

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In God’s ministry
where love does prevail
her life-impact shines
since grace does not fail.

Though she’s senior now
still she’s young at heart
vibrant and active 
to fulfill her part.

With cheerful spirit
she keeps reaching-out
as strengthened by Christ
her smile smites child’s...

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There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza,
theres a hole in the bucket dear Liza, a hole,

then drive to Wal-mart dear Henry, dear Henry,
then drive to Wal-mart dear Henry, drive to Wal-mart,

misplaced our...

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Reality is something you rise above."
                                         -Liza Minelli
                

 ...

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Pink came out of somewhere knowing she was someone.
Encouraged her band to be their best most joyful selves.
They fell in love with her brazenness, her daring, her truth-speaking.
She wrote songs that others had missed, yet...

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Been screeched 
      heap 
         things
           demoness
     ...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: I'm Sorry, I've Got To Go
Edited By: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014


Jazz
aficionado's,

remembers

Chick Webb -

Two sticks
in hand,

tap'n 
on the rim

of a
snare;

keep'n time
on the
drums....

like
a clock,

And

tap'n
those cymbals
Bock-a-da-bock -

Go
Chick,
go!

He 
was
flawless!

Hit'n licks
like
lightening,

and

didn't miss
a
note -

When
you hear
him play

on
"Liza,"

then you
know 

that 
Chick,

was
jazz royalty,

worthy
of
the throne -

He gave
jazz,

a whole
new
meaning -

"It don't...

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A night so still,
Pierced by a scream.
A crazy man forever,
Destroying a dream.
An innocent life,
Stripped by a gun,
In a battle, no-less,
That she could have won.
Hearts broken forever,
By two shots in the air.
Families mended,
By the love that...

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You talk about a woman great, I talk a legend
A man carry in his heart from childhood to years
Not come as yet. Our culture by captivity rend
Without liberty, and unpreserved in scars of tears
We gathered...

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"Reality is something you rise above."

                             ...

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"Reality is something you rise above."
                             ...

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