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Dudes Looking For Bookings Receptive Bookings

The We in THEY
the I in MI
The Uno Number One
it who talked about
it's all about them
It you It's me
it's us
THE WHOLE THING!
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Kiss me One hundred times
call me your man....Hold up!
We looking for Bookings and Dates!
What ya'll wanna hear?
What we gonna sing!
Inspiration and motivation
might money do it's thing!
Lemonade in the shade
That's right my Freind
we wanna get paid!
Music we got that!
Style that aint but ah thing!
We gonna write song beautiful Lyrics
get right when we sing!
ooh's in the right place
verse and chorus on track
Doo wee whoomp
whoompah ditty doo that!
Leader of the Band
Star of the show
Backgrounds forgrounds
Lady let me know!
Kiss me One Hundred times.
Hold me close
Say your mine.
We goona say this one more time
Money will get us there!
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Tis:Tis, that: that
I'm what you want
Me: that's where it's at!
Backbeat thats neat
Shuffle feel
see thats real
Justifacation of his ACTS
Gully washer
Buckeroo
Call me We got
all that!
Form: Ballad


Premium Member Happy Jack

Happy Old Jack is back on track

Had a rough go of it for a week or so

Wondered if it was really ever going to end

I'm almost back to normal but it's slow

Wasn't totally sure I'd make it through

Felt like my head was about to explode

Slept for about ten hours every night

And six hours every day on overload

I don't wish this on my worst enemies

But maybe just a small dose could strike

Perhaps a wee bit couldn't hurt methinks

I'd just like to share and share alike

It's been like an out of body experience

I'll behave myself from this day forward

I promise to behave from this day forward

Trust me, it's just what the doctor ordered

Happy Old Jack is back on track

Had a rough go of it for a week or so

But all's well that ends well they say

I'm almost back to normal but it's slow
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Trusting In God For No Matter What

In the many ways that our life takes
many a blow comes from no matter where
some are serious others are not so
at that point trust God for He does care

From my earliest days, I've had to battle
a stammer has been my enemy within
but God has been my anchor deep
always lifting me before my last ring

Though don't understand God's purpose
in allowing my words to hold me back
but trust His mighty hand in His will
for His plan, He will keep me on track

In recent years health took a blow
cancer came to attack me so real
but God proved His faithfulness within
as I believed still in my Lord to heal

This my saviour has done so far
all tests prove surgery on track
trust in God for no matter what
God is great believing nothing I'll lack
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Fearfully, Wonderfully Made

I am fearfully, wonderfully made
There are two eyes in  my head with which I  see
Two ears one on each side to hear birds chirp, leaves russle, that please
One mouth  with which I can eat all the bounty of earth made for me
Two hands which accomplish work or play
Two feet to carry me forever and a day

He's fearfully, wonderfully made (Bumblebee)
One large body heavy in design
Delicate tiny wings thatcan carry him around
Fuzzy on his body and legs to carry lots of pollen 
He helps propagate the garden
Strange creature on this earth by God's design

We're fearfully, wonderfully made
For our cells to be fed by protein power
There's a manufacturing machine inside that works twenty-four hours
It has to stretch out a chain; take it apart
Then fill up and twist it back like logos linking up
Then when its finished all the parts match
Fits together like a zipper or train on track

(This is the results of knowing about Huntington's Disease.
Flipping channels on tv on day seeing a person explaining 
how our body has to be able to use protein..HD is caused 
because a person's body can't use a protein on the DNA
link CAG...It is the G part that they can't use..They think
that in the process of the body fixing the protein on the 
link that something is destroyed or damaged so that it
does not link up so the body can use it.)
(Same day watching religious progam the preacher used
the scripture "I am fearfully and wonderfully made".)
(Then I wrote a poem using bumblebee which we have
many of around here..There are many carpenter bees..
So I wanted information..I learned that the bees' wings
are seemingly too small for its body..Scientist say there
is no way the bee can fly with those wings but it does.)
I am saying this is rhyme because I don't know what 
else to call it..Sara
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member This Is My Life

Now having reached three score and ten
it sounds like fun to just look back
over the years that's gone by
it's a wonder all I've had on track

Born two days after Santa's day
adopted at 6 weeks by new mum and dad
I then was found to have a stammer
that was difficult for a mere lad

After school, I worked as an electrician
but I was found to be color blind
so found work in food wholesale
which mostly was an enjoyable find

In my mid-20s love met me straight
Jean being my real love so true
we got wed in '81, life was fab
sadly Jean passed away in '82

After being a widower for 9 years
found a real love in Christine once again
now being married all of 34 years
happy we've been, making a special blend

The greatest thing has been Jesus
meeting God's saviour changed everything
dying in my place on Calvary's tree
Jesus's eternal love makes my heart sing

Now in my retirement years
enjoying a life filled with peace and calm
having got contentment with every word
even to write rhyme like David's Psalms

(I thought having now passed 70 years it would be good to write my thoughts based on my true story in poetic form on how life has been with its ups and downs, hope you enjoy reading this personal piece. )
Form: Rhyme


Boomerang

On travels to Australia,
Someone brought me back a gift –
A brightly colored boomerang,
Which gave me quite a lift.

It got me thinking – wouldn’t life
Be better all around
If we were like a boomerang – 
Now, that’s a thought profound.

Imagine if what we sent out
Came back to us the same,
So if we got some nastiness,
We’d know just who to blame.

The people treating others well
Would reap rewards right back.
Perhaps there’d be an impact,
Keeping more of us on track.

A boomeranging golden rule
Is truly what we need,
Though such a thing, of course,
Could not be really guaranteed.

For boomerangs don’t always work – 
I haven’t tried mine yet – 
But with some practice, it’s a skill
I think we all could get.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Historic Event

cattle trains on track to nowhere

selection …right left right left

the smell of burnt skin fear and violence

compost of history for the rose garden

gold teeth extracted prior to death


a lethal injection as an experiment

twin studies stark ‘banality of evil’

the myth of superiority and purity

‘we were only following orders'

but he gave them the Autobahns 

and a wireless for everyone


‘I do not need a cemetery for my father

factory smoke stacks are everywhere’

ashes stink to high heaven and hell

numbers and tattoos are engrained forever

‘move on wayward souls we got business to do’


no funeral no grave yet many stones to turn 

‘I lie awake in my nightmares and terror

count black leather-coated smiles on their faces’

ritual fails to give last rites to innocence 

and it happens today just the same



18th September 2020


The Holocaust or Shoah does not really need explanation. But the victims are not numbers in a history that still displays itself today around the world in many guises. Six-millions died in the death camps.

Hannah Arendt, the great political philosopher followed the trial of Adolph Eichmann and spoke of the 'banality of evil', which alluded to the seeming ‘normality’ of the perpetrators, who were loving fathers and husbands, while acting as the devil personified.

The notion of smoke stacks instead of marked graves is credited to Wolf Biermann, the writer and singer, who lost his Jewish and Communist father in a concentration camp during the Third Reich

Contest: A Historic Event 
Sponsor: William Kekaula

Wants and Needs

Wanting, to be noticed at a glance!
Needing, to feel like you actually exist                                                               
Wanting, to be charmed in romance
Needing, at times a cuddle and a kiss
Wanting, at least one day that’s sunny
Needing, every single night and day
Wanting, someone to call your honey
Needing, at times that I'd better not say
Wanting, what you can't always have
Needing, at times to feel some love                                                          
Wanting, everything to be just fab
Needing, perhaps just all of the above                                         
Wanting, is it just part of the excess
Needing, is that not just human instinct
Wanting, oh please oh yes oh yes
Needing, wanting! are they interlinked?




NOTE I DID ORIGINALLY PUT THIS ON HERE BUT IN COMPLETLY DIFFRENT FORM
I HAVE PUT OTHERS ON HERE IN THIS FORM  BUT WITH THIS WANTED TO HAVE BOTH INTERTWIN
AS I THINK AT TIMES GO HAND IN HAND?, JUST TRYING TO SEPERATE THE TWO I THINK
THATS THE HEAD DOA.........................................................
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written BY myself David Scott 2014 wants and needs
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Inspierd by own exspearances and of cousre the soup poets 2012 -2014
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note ive not been on here for while as dealing with personal issues at moment
kind of little space in head for much else. will try and get myself back on track hopfuly
Thats why Ive been putting some of my old writes back on here, just updated a little
like broken old habits die hard worlds apart nostalgia she dont know ect...................
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member One of My Best Days Ever

Melancholy is a word to describe a mood
That humans sometimes experience
It often happens after a happy encounter
A challenge to our resilience

A feeling of depression is really what it is
After riding such an emotional high
Most of the time we rebound quite quickly
But sometimes it lingers for a while

Time is a healer in most of the cases
There's no need to fret or to worry
In no time at all you'll be back on track
Continuing along on life's journey

Melancholy is usually just a state of mind
But if left untreated it can fester
It can turn into an illness much more serious
Don't succumb to the pressure

Wake up each morn with a big broad smile
Laugh at the world and shout
Today's gonna be one of the best days ever
Now that's what I'm talking about!
Form: Rhyme

I Need To Change

Fighting change is fighting progress holding me back even longer, 
Find myself going in circles like a hamster wheel in motion, 
I'm tired of the struggle, trapped in a cage 
Break me out of my selfish ways,

Change my focus and change my habits
Learn something new and transform like magic. 
Change my point of view 
Clean out my heart and make it new,
Direct my steps like a gps 
Help me to follow the path you have set.

I want to know you more, got to work hard with all I have, 
And do my best with no regrets stop living out of my past 
And fix what I can instead of questioning your plan.
 
It's my desire to change so help me change, 
So I can live the life you gave to me 
Worry free with you and your truth. 
Replace my errors with your love 
And clean out my heart 
I want a fresh start.

You are changing me
Forever changing me
From the inside out 
I need you to change me.

I'm searching for a newer me 
Not what I used to be 
Looking for something 
That changes my identity.

I'm trying to avoid it,
But change is a process that can't be avoided,
It's something that comes with making choices. 
Continuing in my old tracks is not the move
It’s choosing to lie rather than tell the truth.
 
I want to reflect you in the best way
But I can't if I run away.
You are the light that guides my steps 
You are the one who knows what's best.

Lead me by your light 
Cast out my fears like shadows in sunlight.
So many times I feel like just giving up 
I need guidance on how to strengthen my weak spots
And keep my head up.
 
I know you're always there through it all 
Ready to catch me when I fall. 
Like a support system you always have my back 
When I feel lost you get me back on track.
 
Stop fighting the thing that I so greatly need 
A process that can bring me peace.
I need to change, expose me to my new identity
Flip the switch in my heart so I can restart.

You are changing me
Forever changing me
From the inside out 
I need you to change me.

I'm searching for a newer me 
Not what I used to be 
Looking for something 
That changes my identity.
Form: Lyric

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