Long Shut up Poems
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Never pass a kid’s Kool Aid stand
Whenever possible pet a dog
Believe that if babies could talk
they’d tell us all to shut up
Stop talking to the driver of the car in front of you
Don’t pick your nose in traffic
WE CAN SEE YOU
The poor man’s Jacuzzi
Hot dogs, beans and a hot bath
Never lend your cat money
Remember the night she had fireflies in her afro
Sip slowly the wine of life
Ignore those who say “you can’t do that”
Remember .. we have the right to be right
the right to be wrong and the right
to keep our mouths shut in both instances
Never trust Spell Czech
Believe whatever you want
It won’t change the past or the future
It will, however, muddy up the present
John G. Lawless
7/5/2021
I;m not buying what you sell
Because I can already tell
Everything you say to me
Isn't truthful, can't you see
The interest's no longer there
You're talking but I don't hear
Any words my ears are blocking
As the seconds are tick tocking
Turning into tortured minutes
Waiting for your mouth to finish
All the lies your tryna cover
Turning me into a lover
That you'll toss aside and use
But my heart and mind refuse
To be a notch put on your belt
I've known others who have felt
The pain of this act you pull
I know you are really full
Of disgust, meanness and lies
Shut up, walk away, don't try
To convince me you wont be
A womanizing a-- to me
I'm not falling for your sap
I am smarter than the crap
And foul odor from the sh--
Your mouth is trying to admit
I’ve sailed across the oceans blue
In search of promised treasure
I need to bid my pirate’s life adieu
For some riches you cannot measure
When I was invited to be part of the team
I was told it was a luxury cruise
Promised riches beyond my wildest dreams
Oh how I fell for the blackguard’s ruse!
Captain Bluebeard is a real mean guy
He promised me diamonds and pearls
But I’m so homesick that I sit and cry
And I never get to meet any girls
I’m stuck on this ship with sweaty sailors
You can’t begin to imagine the smell
I feel like the captain’s our jailer
My life has become a living hell
I’ve got a peg leg and a metal hook
Life’s not that easy for me
I stumble round the galley as ship's cook
But I really don’t like life on the sea
My parrot is my constant companion
He nags me that I drink too much rum
I drink it for medicinal purposes
This sailing can upset my tum
I wish that he would hold his beak
I’m fed up of his constant squawking
Why can't he shut up and not speak
We’re cooped up and he just won’t stop talking
So now I need to take drastic action
Tonight I’m going to leap overboard
The parrot’s squawking can cause a distraction
I can swim … I’ve got a swimming award
I stole all the diamonds without exception
They are hidden inside my wooden leg
The captain’s yet to find out my deception..
But I’ve raided his hidden nest egg
So now I can live a life of pleasure
And enjoy a happier life
I will relax and enjoy my leisure
And find myself a cute wife!
Contest- A pirate’s life for me
Sponsor Kelly Deschler
09~19~15
My Light- My Salvation- Whom Shall I Fear--
There are many, many things we should be afraid up;
There’re many, many things that are in shock in awe;
As well as the natural and supernatural;
Where are those, promises of love and freedom;
The Lord is my light;
He is my salvation and in Him…
Whom shall I fear
The Lord is my light;
He is my salvation and in Him…
Whom shall I fear
In the midst of the lions mouth;
In the roar of his mighty mouth;
I shouldn’t fear this;
For my God can shut up anything…
The Lord is my light;
He is my salvation and in Him…
Whom shall I fear
The Lord is my light;
He is my salvation and in Him…
Whom shall I fear
There are mountains to high to climb;
My head is spinning I’m dizzy;
There are valleys to low to walk by;
My legs weak I’m tired;
Seas too deep can’t swim over
I shall not fear
I shall not fear, my Lord God is here;
The Lord is my light;
He is my salvation and in Him…
Whom shall I fear
The Lord is my light;
He is my salvation and in Him…
Whom shall I fear
I shall not fear my Lord is here;
Sweet...sweet peace
Sweet..sweet peace
Release sweet, sweet peace Amen
Psalm 27:1
3/1/19
Written words & Arranged music
by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
WHAT HE SAW AS HE READ THE MUSIC
WASN'T WHAT HIS EARS HEARD
THEY HAD PRACTICED AND PRACTICED
THEY PRACTICED EACH AND EVERY WORD
A CALL FOR ACTION CAME
WHEN THE CHORUS CHANGED TO VERSE
WHAT COMES FIRST
I ASKED THE CHORUS OR THE VERSE
HIS EARS HEAR
THINGS DIFFERENTLY THEN WHAT
HE READS FROM THE MUSIC SHEETS
THE SONG CALLS FOR
WHOOMP
THE WHOOMP MUST REPEAT
IT'S DIFFERENT
THAN WHAT WE REHEARSED
SUDDENLY EVERYTHING'S CHANGED
IT'S AUD, MEANING
THIS AUDIENCE MIGHT EVER KNOW IT'S STRANGE....
WHEN THE AUDIENCE MEMBER
SAID
"SHE MUST HAVE AN INNER EAR"
THE BASSOON PLAYER JUMPED TO HIS FEET
AND HAD WORDS WITH THE AUDIENCE MEMBER,
HOW QUICKLY SAT DOWN, AND SHUT HIS MOUTH!
It’s hard to describe to one that doesn’t know
The beautiful sounds of living in the desert.
You can stand there and listen to an incredible show
The variety of sounds as your very own concert.
There are the coyotes that howl throughout the night
And the wind blowing through the cactus and the trees.
There are many types of birds whistling during their flight
And let’s not forget the Africanized killer bees.
Then there are those sounds that you’re never quite sure of,
Noises that you’re almost afraid to investigate.
So, you should stay where you are if sleep is what you love
‘Cause the creatures here never shut up, even if it’s late.
Strike me again, when I don't fully comply to your messed up wishes
Tell me to shut up, go to the kitchen and clean up your dirty dishes
Overpower my weaker body when I stand up for myself
Force me down on my knees below your wicked self
Trim my nails, cut my claws, and I'll still get up to bite
Whatever it takes to make what you've done to me just and right
Your anger I excused for love when I was in the past blind
But now I see the abuse, and you will never be mine
So hit me again, leave bruises on my skin
I'll hide them with makeup never again
I bare the scars of assault of four men
The back of my throat, all over my skin, and in my mind is where they've been
My blackened past, my dark demeanor, this is where they came
Because of these actions done to me, I'll never be the same
These things I wish with other's they could never with me relate
But the world is full of cowards, and with us they seek to date
Men like these across the world, be ridden with unending shame
For my spirit will rise above you, and I will never let myself be tamed
Seven years I'll patiently wait for a body that's never been touched
The hands of those who did not deserve me, I'll dream about being crushed
But with all of these curses set upon me, from men I used to love
I spit on your face and chant out loud, that I will rise above
You’re like a long playing record
You go on and on and on
Why don’t you give it a rest
You’re playing the same old song
Let me tell you something
I know you’re never change
You're like a long playing record
Your put me an early grave
Do I have to listen to this
Every single day
You sure know how to give it out
But won’t take it back, no way
So I’ll, just sit here and listen
Silence is now my vow
Why don’t you give a rest
You're scratching the record now
Please don’t tell me to shut up
I can’t take this any more
Why don’t you give it a rest
Else, I’m heading for that door
You say that I don’t listen
But you just irritate
Why don’t you give it a rest
Else the records' gonna break
How’ I need a blimmin break
Yes’ I need a blimmin break
© Copyright KC.Leake
13th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
If freshman year was aspirational
and sophomore year was unhinged
junior year was put up or shut up
and senior year is a dash to the finish line
This year’s on fast forward—and it’s for keeps
every to-do list has value-laden questions
things seem sharp edged, single use and intense
it’s all about trajectories and ‘landing spots”
Let’s wax poetic..
Produce now, or spend fury on thyself—all else is untenable
we’re past youth and ignorance—your honour’s at stake
Suitors call you by name, like well-acquainted friends
they took your measure—you’re beyond the mark of others
they seduce with money—the future brings liberty and noble deeds.
So don the the garland and prove thyself—take the field
join the battle—now’s the reward—aidless, perpetual toil
with every motion be right, it’s thy shunless destiny.
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A song for this:
A Man of Great Promise by The Style Council
Headstart For Happiness by The Style Council
Idle Eyes
How this became as I fought for my causes to hold you in my arms
Shut out is like shut up without an argument without a drink
Every bit of bad is worth a thousand goods
That imperfect fluff etched into my soul
Expectations with no chance of exhilaration
Thoughts of what would have been gave way to an old wise man I battle
The balance of justice and friendly talk
Now, finding the unlit cave dark and foreboding, expectations without life
I taste the apples sweet when I settle to gaze into the vastness of your eyes
In the end , to be close to somewhere that is where it should have begun
Beguiled to the point of abstractness
An illusion of your hand to balance the added weight of my heavy heart
You had me at honey, for the rest of my life
Our closeness proved merit for my love, but no one would hear of it
I felt great crush surrender to an enemy
That a lesson apparently repeated through life
This enemy incapacitated my free will .and to that end I feel closer
But further away from the truth in my soul