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Your night was so so cold
Wanted to be together till' we're old
Late nights we stayed up crying
Now I'm alone, and slowly dying
Our love was so so blue
But i just can't get over you
Staying up late all summer
Never with you, what a bummer so
Your night was so so numb
I stayed up waiting, i was dumb
Our hearts beat like a drum
You had friends while i wanted some
You have me rotting slowly
You have my heart like a vice
Kept your grip so cold, colder than ice
Told me you were dying to see me
Met up but will you free me
Your evening left me alone
Like our love was kept to atone
you said i was burning our night
Said i was dumb but alright
Your love had kept me so low
Calm down, please just take it slow
Said i was feeling alone
Crying in my pillow
Not a repeat, oh no
Your morning struck me like the night
Like a animal, I'm stuck in your light
Said i was meant to be alone
Alright, I guess that i know
Your evening sun struck my face
Cold glare yet my heart will still race
You keep me left on read
oh no... am i better off dead...
Overthinking what I had said...
Your night was so so cold...
Wanted to be alone, until I was old
Late nights i stayed up crying
Now we're alone, and slowly dying
And It is now the first day of spring
The Flowers are starting to bloom
You can now hear all the birds sing
In the early Hours, humming there tune
You could though say what a bummer!
Out are the pesky flies and bumble bees
But then it's soon here, that is summer
Now blue Skies is what one now see’s
When people will be Basking in the sun
Because everything’s now shining bright
Children are Playing having lot's of fun
It's said to be ninety degrees feainheight
Before the Flowers begin to wither away
And the autumn leaves fall from there trees
I'm told there's now heavy Showers today
But also there's a strong easterly breeze
The forecast said Snow but instead it's rain
Now people are looking around for shelter
You can hear it spitting on the Window pain
We're then told it's lighting and now thunder
The Season when temperatures are freezing
But soon to be winter though gone the storm
Still it dose give one a Reason for hibernating
Now everyone’s indoors trying to keep warm.
THIS WAS ALREADY ON SOUP IT WAS actually TWO DIFFRENT POEMS
BEING WINTER BLUES AND SEAONS i LOVE WHICH i FELT WENT ON A BIT
BUT LIKE OTHERS iVE BEEN DOING A LOT OF REEDTING CHOPING AND CHANGING
JUST FELT WHEN PUT ON HERE LIKE OTHERS i JUST THEW ON HERE WITHOUT
GREAT DEAL OF THOUGHT i THINK THIS IS A GOOD DEFINISIO0N OF THE SEASONS]
PROBABLY SOUNDS A LITTLE EMPTY UNLIKE ORIGOINAL TwO THOUGH WITH THIS TRYING TO MAKE
MORE UNIVERSAL original ideas 2002 and 2009 written and rewriitn feb 2013
BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTT ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
“I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"”
Oh Charlie boy, pretty pot head,
Why when you get stoned, we get dead?!
Your grey matter, what a bummer,
With each toke gets dumb and dumber!
When you sit on the corner, stoned,
And pull the prank - “My dead aunt phoned”!
I’ll call you on your lie, wise guy,
We’re quite alive, your niece and I.
Our pristine, prissy, upscale dining room was almost never used.
And now it can’t be used for eating, for it is slightly junked and abused.
Dining room table is so long, it started to almost immediately collect....
So many items, that who has inclination or time to carefully inspect?
At first it was just an art project, or a button or two,
But then it was stacks of magazines, and material red, white and blue.
Our junk drawer became two, and three, and four.
And now we just put a few things in boxes stacked on the floor.
Yesterday I found Great Auntie Leigh’s French powder puff.
My sister discovered her Christmas stockings and holiday ****.
There are boxes in here that were not here this summer.
We do not eat here anymore, probably can’t now. What a bummer.
We have a path to the table, but not to the fancy schmancy chairs.
I am slamming the door before my husband comes down the stairs.
He has the illusion this place is tidy and clean, waiting for company.
I am afraid if he saw it he would suggest dusting or cleaning to me.
I jump from the chair, and fall flat on my sad little hands.
Discover six inch ball made of six thousand and two rubber bands.
Well, that is where you are! My husband says, poking in his nose.
He hops over some chairs and grabs up a cornet, taking some blows.
Your junk is in here too! I say, accusing him, trying to have a fit.
The dining room has never been used this much. This I have to admit.
We can never eat in here again, he says plunking down a box.
What is he trying to get away with now? That conniving old fox!
In spring rains, I’d find my shoes a ‘leaking.
I'd feel that leak until pay-check weekend
because “Wait and see, son,” is what I’d hear.
It seems money is tight right now ‘round here.
I'd want to go see kinfolk, but mom'd say,
“Wait and see, son, we are broke now, but Hey,
Hasn't our God has always seen us by?
Some wants not met; yet most needs we can buy.
In Vermont, winter winds are icy cold,
blankets cover windows like a stronghold.
The sun's heat is gone when fall greets summer,
It is a sign, we whine, what a bummer!
Mom's special time all through the year is pray'r;
God's faithful, we are safe within His care.
Her motto's always been, "Wait and see, Son"
Fifth season's reason - God's in the long-run.
November 10, 2022
long run - a period of time sufficient for factors to work themselves out.
Baby, let’s jump into your car.
We don’t have to go real far.
But if you would like to drive all day,
I’m up for that.
Let’s just get away!
Away from all that’s plaguing us -
the daily messes and the fuss.
Stay-cations do not do the trick.
Put your finger on the map.
I’ll go anywhere you pick.
We can drive eastward bound.
In two days be in my hometown.
Or we can head way up north
to Yellowstone. I’ve never been
where geysers from the earth spring forth!
If south we drive, let’s go southeast.
Though the heat there is increased,
to Louisiana I’d love to go.
I’ve never been to New Orleans.
I hear at Mardi Gras they come alive!
Forget Orleans. It’s nearly summer.
No Mardi Gras now. What a bummer.
All I really want to do is be with you.
Let’s just drive to anywhere
and stop when we see things to do!
Baby, drive me where you want to go.
We could head to Vegas for a show,
joke and sing and snack along the way.
Find a beach or visit Disneyland.
Let’s head out to a really sunny day.
Baby, listen, I’ll go anywhere.
On your shoulder as we’re driving there
Is where I want just to rest my head!
We can sit in utter silence too; I love you so.
I’ll trust in any place to which by you I’m led!
May 7, 2023
For Robert James Liguori's Joe Bonamassa Inspiration Poetry Contest
(My poem was inspired obviously by DRIVE. See the real lyrics in song above)
And It is now the first day of spring
The Flowers are starting to bloom
You can now hear all the birds sing
In the early Hours, humming there tune
You could though say what a bummer!
Out are the Butterflies and bumble bees
But then it's soon here, that is summer
Now blue Skies is what one now see’s
When people will be Basking in the sun
Because everything’s now shining bright
Children are Playing having lot's of fun
It's said to be ninety degrees feainheight
Before the Flowers begin to wither away
And the autumn leaves fall from there trees
I'm told there's now heavy Showers today
But also there's a strong easterly breeze
The forecast said Snow but instead it's rain
Now people are looking around for shelter
You can hear it spitting on the Window pain
We're then told it's lighting and now thunder
The Season when temperatures are freezing
But soon to be winter though gone the storm
Still it dose give one a Reason for hibernating
Now everyone’s indoors trying to keep warm.
THIS WAS ALREADY ON SOUP IT WAS actually TWO DIFFRENT POEMS
BEING WINTER BLUES AND SEAONS i LOVE WHICH i FELT WENT ON A BIT
BUT LIKE OTHERS iVE BEEN DOING A LOT OF REEDTING CHOPING AND CHANGING
JUST FELT WHEN PUT ON HERE LIKE OTHERS i JUST THEW ON HERE WITHOUT
GREAT DEAL OF THOUGHT i THINK THIS IS A GOOD DEFINISIO0N OF THE SEASONS]
PROBABLY SOUNDS A LITTLE EMPTY UNLIKE ORIGOINAL TwO THOUGH WITH THIS TRYING TO MAKE
MORE UNIVERSAL original ideas 2002 and 2009 written and rewriitn feb 2013
BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTT ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
For competition 'subject- Mars', sponsored by Joe Maverick
As I sit with my bucket and spade
looking at the sand castle I've made
no rain comes from the sky
no black clouds passing by
well at least it won't biodegrade.
The wife lies close by she looks cute
sun lotion rubbed on her space suit
she's started to wail
that she can't do her nails
it takes two hours to take off her boots.
Since I bought one, two minutes have passed
but my ice cream is melting so fast
I should have been wiser
it's covered my visor
no wonder I'm getting harassed
Our kids over there have just called
they've been foolishly playing football
but the gravity's low
so how far did it go?
no chance of recovering it at all.
Well, this is one hell of a summer
as holiday's go, what a bummer
the wife won't rejoice
because this was her choice
so next year we'll go somewhere less dumber.
22 June, 2015
Perfect Summer Surprise for My Big Sister
I hid it in my secret hiding spot,
Nobody could've ever guessed where,
It should be there I would've thought.
Huh, vanished into thin air!
A snowball for summer,
For my big sister.
What a bummer,
It missed her.
Next year,
Sneer...
Written 20 March 2018 for Line Gauthier's contest "A Melting Snowball"
11, 10, 9...2, 1 syllables per line Title to last line.
ONLY THIS FORM IS ACCEPTABLE: MELTING SNOWBALL AS PER DEFINITION: A technique of steadily DECREASING the number of letters or syllables per word or line, or the number of words per line, is known by the Oulipo as a MELTING SNOWBALL.
Since John and Paul first met in high school,
we have had decent success playing in Liverpool.
There was some tragedy we went through.
The worst was the passing of our dear friend, Stu.
However, our music is still popular today.
We were polled number one by far and away.
The birds fly in from all around
to listen to our upbeat skittles sound.
I have been with these guys through thick and thin.
Now they are telling me I am no longer in.
They have been following the sound of a different drummer.
A new man has taken my place. What a bummer!
They will not sound the same in Hamburg or Liverpool.
To all the loyal fans, this will not be too cool.
Who needs them? I will form a new band.
When it is all over, I will hold the winning hand.