Long On the double Poems
Long On the double Poems. Below are the most popular long On the double by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long On the double poems by poem length and keyword.
Mindfulness
look deep in my eyes you shall see the karma of my lasting legacy willing to achieve
took a zip line down to my baby's grind sought out peace for a sure fire sweet relief
rolling them bones in the back of the joint have a 5th in my hand you all understand
made my first grand at the tender age of thirteen washing dishes busy as a bee
come and sit neck to me a story of a homeboy being capped in the knee
there's a whole host of rubbers when your in trouble make my Martini strong on the double
just like Fred & Barney Rubble need to keep your head up no its not some set up
wear your Sundays best yes life is a big test but now we rest
flirting with fire blowing it up in the most fullest desire coming down to the wire
music is in my blood just like a cow chews on its cud kinda sweep some things under the rug
there's magic in the music scene rolling out the red carpet like a village queen
living in a land so very mean got one foot in heaven the others in hell
but I got a good story to tell two rappers in the night looking so bad for a fight
one hand on the mic the other on the floor sweep blood off the floor sweeping for more
plenty plenty stop shopping at J.C Penney spinning records the best way they can
soaring to new heights that is their right a good cause to focus filled with cement shoes singing the blues
Freddie Mercury died of aids but he isn't a distant memory folks come sit next to me
there's a promise that's made in the dark coming to its fullest light
bitter sweet liqour the ***** was holding my finger don't call me late for dinner
it's a crowning achievement to stay in the zone you maybe home all alone
try to be mindul stay in the moment when you take a shower feel the warmth on your back
here the birds chirping outside the smell of the perfume scent love the decor of the room
treasure a red rose that was plucked a time before you gave your old lady making gravy
not to shady we meet in the middle playing second fiddle as you may dribble
things come and go but this much I know we bust up the beat to promote the tempo
(Chant)
Lord can I get a break, Lord can I get a break
I’m not really happy here, I’m not really happy
Take a look into my eyes, Take a look into my eyes
You’ll see pain with no tears, You’ll see pain with no tears
I’ve got a long old record about a mile long
So now I’m sitting in the joint singing jailbird songs
Been locked up man it ain’t no joke
I should have ran but instead I watched the gun smoke
Now I’m working on the Chain Gang
Man what a crying shame
They call me 7,1,3,7,2, that’s my new name
I’m trapped in this box but my mind is free
I need to talk to my lawyers, I ain’t copping a plea
And if he doesn’t come threw who’s going to help me out
Cause only God can bare this pain that I’m talking about
(Chant)
Lord can I get a break, Lord can I get a break
I’m not really happy here, I’m not really happy
Take a look into my eyes, Take a look into my eyes
You’ll see pain with no tears, You’ll see pain with no tears
I'm writing letters to my woman.
Man I hope that she’s getting them
She’s sending me pictures of my seeds so I won’t be forgetting them
Serving these years with no pains or fears is how I’m living now
Watching rats, and roaches run around
From the time the sun comes up, until it go’s back down
I NEED A BREAK MAN, I CAN’T TAKE THIS PLACE
I’M TIRED OF BEING HERE, AND I WANT TO ESCAPE
I WANT TO ESCAPE, I WANT TO ESCAPE
ESCAPE, ESCAPE, ESCAPE, ESCAPE!
Man when I break these chains I ain’t never coming back
I’ve been working in these yards for 3 years flat
Serving all of these for just a little trouble
I really need a break, and I need on the double
I get 3 hots and a cot man, in this little cell
Cold meals, hot drinks, dude we’re living in hell
Writing rhymes on the walls just to pass time
It’s the best that I can do in here to clear my mind
So can I get a break I’ve had enough of this trip
I really need a break and I need a break quick
Lord can I get a break, Lord can I get a break
I’m not really happy here, I’m not really happy
Take a look into my eyes, Take a look into my eyes
You’ll see pain with no tears, You’ll see pain with no tears
A Parody for Soupers based on the song, 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town.'
You better not shout
You better not sigh
You better not pout
I'm telling you why...
PS Admin is makin' the rounds
They are bound
to be making a list
and checkin' it twice
They're keepin' tabs on who's naughty and nice
They'll know when you cause trouble
Someone will pimp you out
They'll take action on the double (not)
Asking, "What is this all about?"
You better not bully
Or use a curse word
Cuz in Poetry Soup
You'll be labeled a turd
You better not be a troll
Cuz it's a crime
Harassment takes a toll
Even if it's done in rhyme
PS Admin wants poets to have a goal
To be nice to each other without blocking
If you do you may find a lump of coal
In the toe of your Christmas stocking
You better not fire your gun
Then your comment gets deleted
That's called a 'hit and run'
An offense that shouldn't be repeated
PS Admin always reads what you're typing
Sent from your IP address
So, you better stop all your griping
Or your account they will repossess
You better not be cruel and mean
Or you'll find yourself in a deep abyss
Kicked out for being a drama king or queen
Having PS Admin's butt to kiss
Every story has two sides
Sometimes they believe the wrong one
The one where the snide villain hides
After their dirty work has been done
They frown on those who harp on negativity
Team Poetry Soup finds it rather banal
For which some among us have a proclivity
In other words, to make it clear, Don't be a.n.a.l
You better not write of hate
It's best not to be accused
So if some of you can relate
It's better known as being abused
If guilty, you'll get nuttin' for Christmas
But if you insist on being bad
There'll be no POTD for you on Christmas
If you make PS Administrators mad
You don't have to worry about Santa Claus
Just don't make Team Poetry Soup frown
Or you'll get kicked out for breaking their laws
Cuz they have the power to shut you down
I was in a funk,
In a state of debunk
In a state of despair
Depressed and hollowed out
All I could do is just shout
Help me
Help me
Help me Lord God, Help me out
And
In my desperation I prayed,
And this is what God said
My son, my daughter Listen to the Lord listen
He (I) will save you
From yourselves and the wilderness
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
Hallelujah
I will listen
For on the double
I will save you from all your troubles
And the LORD listened; he saved me from all my troubles.
Results in rash or extreme behavior.
I will come down and save you
"Having lost all hope."
I will allow you to float
Just you and I, walking out on water
In times of trouble I’ll be there on the double
If you are desperate for food,
In the means you are starving,
I will provide you supper and settle all your cravings I will bless you forgive you in your misbehaving
a desperate situation
I was in a funk,
In a state of debunk
In a state of despair
Depressed and hollowed out
All I could do is just shout
Help me
Help me
Help me Lord God, Help me out
And...
In my desperation I prayed,
And this is what God said
My son, my daughter Listen to the Lord listen
He (I) will save you
From yourselves and the wilderness
I will listen For on the double
I will save you from all your troubles
and the LORD listened; he saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
In my desperation I prayed, and the LORD listened;
He saved me from all my troubles.
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Psalm 34:6 NLT
You think your mind rules your thoughts when you find your lost at heart and part is feeliní societies grasp on the situationÖsit impatiently waitiní for your lips to read the scriptÖthis mystery will trip up your words, lift up your skirt, till I mistrust a nerve, learn again why I canít discuss what hurts without fist-cuffs reverbÖIím tired of diving face first into a trap I set for myselfÖget sore, try helpÖin the end another discourse I fell intoÖRemorse, why dwell on truth when truth sells to you fellow realms of views used to mellow moodsÖI can tell its due, listen up and experience futures wellness choose sutures to settle soon enough and ruin trust, while no one meddles through the dustÖ
There is time, to tell all your storiesÖ
There is mind to wind all the lines for gloryÖ
When they meet, you will see before me,
If you please, you can always start conformingÖ
Never did I see it, Itís better I believe itÖ
For itís eatiní at my soul, the hole bled until this eveningÖ
Even though itís cold now, reason shows this whole while-
It was teasing with receiviní, being lone with no smileÖ
Slow downÖtake a breathÖmake a step-
In the right directionÖlife correction, wait a secÖ
Like a lesson they protectÖ
All the might protestiní stays in checkÖsave the blessings-
Letís bring it to a close, dwa sing this you will know-
Who will growÖlike a king who moved the throneÖ
Clinginí to a bone dogÖput the pro in proteinÖ
Bury truth the bestÖyet you donít see-
What youíve becomeÖtrouble, you will runÖ
On the double love ya muzzleÖcool it hunÖ
Youíre wistfully callousÖthis will be maliceÖ
Get the gist and be salvaged so take a sip from the chaliceÖ
There is time, to tell all your storiesÖ
There is mind to wind all the lines for gloryÖ
When they meet, you will see before me,
If you please, you can always start conformingÖ
Form:
Soaked eye dish-dog, working in the morning
Hopping on the bus, now get some sleep
Music was a woman, her men she’s grinding
Get to bottom of that basement leak
Post you a smile, flaunting dress
All my friends are looking you up
Said, I’d be here but not for long
I’m grinning, faintly so
Got savings from a joke, he made me run down for it
Told me, “Don’t be misunderstood
There’s only one fib in every story boy
That there’s ever an end.”
What face she wearing? What face you need, Boy?
It isn’t wheels, watering holes or that way she walks
Pacing up the shop aisle, for that Christmas toy
Running down the lanes, like strung out strays
In the bath, staring at the window, listen out
Nothing in the tune of a silent Summer night
She came through the door, didn’t even knock
Something in that, I’m dim, she’s right
I felt worse then, pen in the ink pot
Rusting in black cement
Should have got ready, should have got better
Should have maybe listened to every lecture
You mentioned there’s a man in every coward
I fought that red-haired wolf by the roadside
Playing dead in the gutter, never again
Next time take your own bullet baby
Bicycling away you never told me anything
We go a mile, how we’re blessed
All your friends shook me down
Take my money, honey, always it’s free
They’re all smiling, faintly so
I saw the photo, days after ours days
Knew by that, the silly little tip of the hat
Stole my best idea, took it to the world
I say the show was boring, the tickets steep
Put up with the Gods, all the howling children
See you in the dollar bin by the checkout darling
But if you’re not on the double, just maybe then
Don’t pick up the phone, call by my bathroom window
It’s the only way your getting in now
I’ll here your music from the lane ways
Might just lean over and slide it shut
I’ll be smiling then, so faintly so
Dropped out of whap five, hyperdrive is fried and so am I. Cruised through
a seven eleven, picked up some goodies for me mates. Bottle of Jack Daniels
Black for me British mate Paul Beadnall, lovely coconuts for me Aussie
mate Don Johnson nutter on planet forty two. Hit the atmoshpere of
planet forty two, things gettin hot my fantasy ship is falling apart. I'm in trouble
need a rescue before my goose is cooked and I become cosmic dust.
Sent out an SOS ...---... on all frequencies to me mates. This is old Jack
cobber, I'm in trouble pick me up please on the double. All systems off line, I
was about to panic, when they came into view. Don's trusty old Sunderland
so thrilled to see. Beamed me on board, and I said thank ya me maties!
Handed Paul his bottle of black Jack, and Don his lovely coconuts.
I said pour me a stiff one Paul to calm me nerves please. I said Don
if you don't mind, keep your Coconuts in your pants please. I was just relaxin
when a giant Mother ship from planet forty two popped into view
Don said that thar be a big mother nutter old cobber Jack, and me
and Paul agreed. Don said bring er around Paul, We're gonna crack this
mother nutter. I looked at him with panic written on my face, he said no
worries mate. I've made some modifications you'll see they're great. He popped
up a puter screen, had a red and blue button. He pushed the the red one
and the puter said launching all torpedos brace yourselves please. Torpedos
lit up the inky dark space, Don chuckled and said take that you alien
buggers. His aim was true, huge flash mother ship cracked like a rotten nutter.
Paul laughed and said switch to auto pilot to his purter, let's drink a toast to
victory maties,we should be back to the Soup in a light year or two.
Whatever you do, when you get near,
No matter what happens, do not show a whit of fear.
What? These are only old women, right? Crones, in my book.
I decide to take the challenge, jump right onto the hook.
They will be angry if you get there a minute past ten, she cautioned me.
They are quite on time, so meet me at 9:45 under the big walnut tree.
And no matter what you do, she whispered when we met,
Do not let them know you have a brain, you are coming as my pet.
She was dressed in long robes, black and gray, with no trim.
She looked strange in the moonlight, sour and grim.
The three crones glared at me as we came into sight.
What is this? One of them croaked, putting me into a fright.
This is my pet, my strange friend said, then she laughed.
I turned to look behind me, at how long was the get-away path.
I stared at their fire, with terror in my head.
I smelled something ugly, quite decidedly dead.
A formidable sign they were all kinds of trouble
I knew I had to high-tail it out of there on the double.
Bring her closer, one ordered. Way up here, by the brew.
I felt threatened, sorry I had come, not knowing what to do.
One of them lifted my finger and said she is quite tender.
Moist too, another said, standing close to an ember.
Juicy said the third, and fear shook my heart.
I needed to get out of there, before they knew I was smart.
My friend laughed a laugh that turned my blood cold.
It was meanness personified, so ugly and bold.
Let me have a taste, the tallest one said.
I turned and I ran, promptly wetting my bed.
Written 9-18-2018 Scary or Spooky Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Hey Joey, why the long face?
Hey Rusty, why the long face?
Hey Blacky, why the long face?
Hey Sue, why the long face?
Hey June, why the long face?
Hee Hee Hee hee
Hey Hey
Joey Rusty
why why
the the
long long
face? face?
Hey Hey
Blacky Sue
why why
the the
long long
face? face?
Hey June
why the long face?
Horseplay On Words
You sure like to stirrup trouble.
Giddy up Blacky on the double.
Is it pasture bedtime Joey?
Stop horsing around Blacky!
The Itemized Bill
An elderly gentleman told me a story today
I just couldn't resist recreating it in rhyme
and share it with all of you. Thanks for reading
Patty loved his new Rolls Royce
Like those he'd bought before
A grin he wore from cheeks to chin
While he made the engine roar
And each time, made his maiden drive
To his best friends home, named Finn
And honked the horn to beckon
His dear old mate "Get in"
They rode along the country roads
With Patty at the wheel
And every turn, Finn discerned
"I like the way it feels"
But not so long, into the trip
There came a clicking noise
It steadily and readily
Concerned both of our boys
"That's it, it's going back
to the dealer to be fixed"
But Finn said "Nigh, I know a Guy
He’s one that knows the tricks"
His name's McGee, and you'll soon see
He knows all there's to know
He's quite close by, and he don’t lie
It's there, we ought to go
They soon arrived, at McGee's
And they told him of the trouble
He said "Wait eer, an 'ave no fear
I'll fix it on the double"
McGee returned, with tool in hand
As Patty popped the bonnet
And there said Finn, wearing a grin
"You see, he's got right on it"
McGee then turned a little screw
and the noise, then went away
Patty danced, reached in his pants
Asked "How much, I want to pay"
Five Hundred pounds , was the sound
That Patty heard so clear
"McGee you sure, I say what for"
Pat gazed at him and jeered
Would you like for me to itemize, I can do it now and here
Patty said, holding his head, "It sure would make it clear"
"It's a pound for me effort, to turn the little screw
And the four-nintynine, to know which one to do"