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ALL THE BEST PEOPLE HAVE GONE HOME
all the best
people have gone home
when i go
i'll not return, oh no
well i guess, i am next, the hereafter-show
all the best people have gone home
a change of
scenery doesn't hurt
it's all about,
perspective makes things work (work things out)
like a jealous wind, where am i to begin?
a change of scenery wouldn't hurt
i've made mistakes, one made me think twice
should i die today, would tomorrow be alright?
all the best people have gone home
there's no need
to enter like a thief
show me your
hunger, show me your greed
take some more, take anything you want from me
there's no need for you to enter like a thief
i‘ve made mistakes, one made me think twice
if i die today will tomorrow be alright?
it's a quiet place, in death as in life
would it be okay if i turn out the lights
all the best people have gone home
We love feeding and watching the birds which is why in the mountains when we’re there
if you visit us there’s a good chance you’ll see bird feeders everywhere.
It seems like such an easy task..fill the feeders…and see what birds we’ll greet….
but there are squirrels and there are raccoons who also like to eat.
The squirrels attack the feeders in the day…
while raccoons like to feed at night
both have one trait in common…an unending appetite.
As anyone who has ever had a bird feeder is aware
squirrels and raccoons are selfish…they do not like to share.
We’ve come up with a host of well-thought-out plans…but each one we’ve had to repeal
when the little bandits kept devising new and better ways to steal.
Until we remembered Deborah’s father…
he was gardener who always planted extra vegetables
for any animal who happened by….
and decided with the squirrels and raccoons…his solution we’d apply.
So we purchased extra bird seed…and opened the Balsam Birdseed Café
Now…we refill the feeders as needed when the squirrels feed throughout the day.
And we make sure our feeders have a little birdseed in them before we turn out the lights…so the raccoons will have a little snack when they visit in the night.
This way everyone is happy…we have a host of birds we get to meet
and their neighbors the squirrels and raccoons get enough to eat.
This also makes it easier to come to terms…
as each new day and night unfurls…
how for years we have been outwitted by raccoons…
and outsmarted by the squirrels.
Where were you
When i was feeling that way
Do you recall
Or do you feel, just the same way
This girl can't help it
She's happy to give
A positive touch
For our love to live
When you love a woman
You relay a message of love
Lovin', touchin,' squeezin',
This precious white dove
I'm stone in love
Faithfully
With open arms
Patiently
My heart spins
Like a wheel in the sky
Someday soon
You'll make it fly
Our precious time
Turn out the lights
Loves chain reaction
On a Saturday night
I want a lifetime of dreams
Loved by you
Kiss me softly
Living to do
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Old ticket stubs and sea-salt still tangle in my hair,
I opened up a drawer and summer breathed in there.
The calendar says different, but my pockets disagree,
that summer in my closet won't let go of me.
I keep finding summer in the pockets of things I packed away.
So I'm heading where the sun still remembers my face.
Not leaving, just not ready to give up the light,
I'm off to find some days, that fit what I'm wearing tonight.
Everybody's shutting down; everybody's turning in,
Everybody's zipping jackets; keeping chills in the bin.
But my skin still swears it's somewhere deep in July.
So I'll cherish some days that don't want to say goodbye.
I keep finding summer in the pockets of things I packed away.
so I'm heading where the sun still remembers my face,
Not running, just not yet ready to turn out the lights,
I'm off to find old days that fit what I'm wearing tonight.
There's a faded little wristband I can't bring myself to throw,
from that midnight by the river, with nowhere else to go.
I can almost hear your laughter as we dipped our toes,
to let our clothes fall to the sand—landing where heaven knows.
I keep finding summer in the pockets of things I packed away.
So I'm heading where the sun still remembers my face.
Not leaving, just not ready to turn out the light,
I'm off to find days that fit what I'm wearing tonight.
Maybe somewhere south of here, the daylight lingers late,
where the sun has no curfew, and the night can wait.
I'll follow every sunset till its final ember dies,
with a little stolen summer folded up inside.
Let the leaves fall behind me, let the calendar keep score.
Some things refuse to die on time—they linger at the door.
I'm not chasing forever; I'm not begging back what's gone—
Just lend me one more summer day, enough to carry on.
When Old Man Winter finally catches me, further down the line.
When the cold seep through the cracks; I won't pretend I'm fine.
I'll reach into my pocket to hold that old ticket in my hand,
and remember summer's somewhere, still warming up the sand.
Then my summer clothes, will still fit like they used to.
They'll still feel warm and loose against my skin,
still flow in the warm breeze on somewhere beach.
Just waiting for me to come by and step back in.
D—Does nothing all day, but write annoying poems
A—And this one’s no better, just bickers and moans
V—Vainglorious imbecile, should be locked in a cell
I—Indifferent to (senior members), oh boy he can tell
D—Downright irreverent, shows unbridled respect too
K—Keeps blaming his catholic upbringing, a major clue
A—Angering fellow members, by trying to get a laugh
V—Voicing criticism if warranted, say something daft
A—A few like his dark humor, but most of the time don’t
N—Nasty habit of innuendo, will he stop, no he won’t
A—Authoritarian manipulators, they really get his goat
G—Good honest lying storytellers, what floats his boat
H—He cannot rhyme this last line, except just to gloat
A—And finally some quotes, from my poem (do not disturb)
D—Definitely my favorite lines, yes they are quite superb
D—Do you want to know what heaven, is actually like
E—Easy to answer, but first we must turn out the lights
N—No you still can’t see it, maybe it’ll happen tonight
D—Dream so good you never want to wake from, thats right
U—(Unnatural selection) my first poem, this quote appears
M—My intellect keeps me going, but my thoughts that I fear.
Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
18/01/2021
You starred in "The Visitation" which was an episode of Doctor Who.
Your life ended thirty years ago today on December the 11th of 1992.
You died two weeks before Christmas Day.
You were sixty-two when you passed away.
You were a very talented British actor but your death ended your career.
Time sure does fly, it doesn't seem like you've been dead for thirty years.
You starred in every season of "On The Buses" except for the final season.
I don't know why you decided to quit but you must have had a good reason.
You guest-starred in "One Foot In The Grave" and "Turn Out The Lights".
You also guest-starred in "The Count Of Monte Cristo" and "First Night".
You chose not to be buried, you were cremated.
When you died, all of your fans were devastated.
You died thirty years ago today and your wife died on December the 7th of 2011.
You entertained people for many years and then you went to Heaven.
[Dedicated to Michael Robbins (1930-1992) who died on December 11, 1992]
Please please, I don't wanna go to sleep.
Let me stay up I won't make a peep!
It seems like the grownups have all the fun.
Look at those cool bottles, can I have one?
You are so silly you make me giggle.
Dancing around your belly jiggles.
Being sent to bed just isn't right.
Why do you get to stay up all night?
I walk away with my head hung low.
I'm listening but I'm moving slow.
In my bed I can't wait to be grown.
King of the house sitting on the throne.
I would make the rules stay up all night.
I'm angry as you turn out the lights.
You kiss my forehead and go back to play.
The smell from your breath is far from okay.
I bury my head and close my eyes.
Wait for the morning when I can rise.
I rise before you so I can drink.
Colored bottles will make my breath stink.
Age 7, I would sneak drinks from the partially filled beer bottles
that were sitting around the living room after a party.
"You're a Little Kid Again" Julie- Michelle's contest.
Written by Richard Lamoureux
August 26th, 2013
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake......
WHAT are you thinking...
telling me stuff like that
just before you tuck me in
and turn out the lights?
Whadda-ya-mean IF? IF?
I should .....D I E.....
Get back in here
get me a night light,
some demon repellent.
Tell the Lord to keep
his mitts offa my soul.
Ain't sleepin'
not tonight....not ever
Where can i hide my soul.
Damn....I don't even know
what a soul looks like.
Where can I hide?
Under the bed
in the closet....too easy.
Maybe...YEAH...
LAMPSHADE HAT...
HOLDING BULB...
John G. Lawless
1/24/2021
Now I lay Me Down to Sleep Poetry Contest
I can't change the world make the bad things good
but baby I can love you and I will, I will
Life is short but we are young
let's enjoy living with some fun
If all we do is scream and shout
be depress and live with doubt
Is that living and for how long
give me a night of love and song
and baby I can love you and I will, I will
The world will still be here tomorrow
with all the headlines of troubles and sorrow
It's no good being upset and mad
dragging yourself down into deep sad
You are pretty and that makes me so glad
baby I can love you and I will, I will
Hold me tight, love me strong
kiss me tenderly and long
Thrill me with your touch
turn out the lights no rush
Baby, sweet baby please love me as much
for baby I love you and I always will
Tyrone and the Black Dog
Tyrone was a young man;
He wanted to have fun.
He was from a seedy part of town;
But he didn’t own a gun.
"Black dog quit your growling,
Don’t come around here anymore.
I got no use for black dogs,
Quit scratching at my door".
Tyrone could throw a football;
Best in all the land.
They promised him a scholarship
And a bucket load of fans.
Black dog he comes creeping,
When they turn out the lights;
And for a Girl named Brenda
Tyrone decides to fight.
Nobody knows who fired the shot;
But oh, his Momma Cried.
When the hopes of all a family.
Fell in the dirt and died.
Children killing children;
It has gone on way to long;
"Black dog what’s your purpose?
Everybody knows you’re wrong".