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There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny
Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even Joe Perry makes "Walk This Way" say
Eric Clapton and his solo on "Cocaine"
Don Felder with "Hotel California" listening time and time again
Peter Green strumming "Man Of The World"
David Gilmour and Pink Floyd's "Time" the best i have ever heard
Jimi Hendrix with the amazing "Hey Joe"
Alex Lifeson axing "Working Man" in Toronto flow
Pete Townsend from the Who "Won't Get Fooled Again"
Neil Young and his anthem "Like A Hurricane"
George Harrison delights with "Here Comes The Sun"
Kerry Livgren from Kansas state "Carry on Wayward Son"
Tom Scholz of Boston with their "A Man I'll Never Be"
Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin as their "Whole Lotta Love" riffs free
Neal Schon on a Journey "Who's Crying Now"
Nancy Wilson Seattle's Heart "Crazy On You" wows
The sounds you read above, are just my ones of many
Whether they are played by a plectrum, or played by a penny
I did mention above, that i loved Pink Floyd's "Time"
But second to it, is Slash's "Sweet Child of Mine"
The Man in the White House
Watches with a cautious eye
Aware his term of office
Is swiftly flowing by.
The man in Number 10
Still thinks his country Great
As he creeps and craws to
His trans Atlantic mate
The Man in the Kremlin
Wanting territorial gain
Wreaks havoc and despair
On the defiant Ukraine
The man in Pyongyang
Just doesn’t care
How his irrationality
Drive nations to despair.
The Quiet Man of Beijing
Very seldom seen
Flexes his muscles
There behind the scene.
The working man in general
No matter what his location
Labours long and hard just
To maintain his situation.
There’s none more racist than your Working Man.
Conservative. “Let’s keep it as it is:
just give me Tic-Tac-Toe and Criss-Cross Quiz.”
No greater sexist since the world began –
that foxes have their prices, he’ll accept,
and swallows whole the tabloid rag he reads
(the breasts of teenage girls are all he heeds).
Compassion for his Comrades? Jesus wept!
He’s happy with his Fangios and Faldos,
admires Samantha Foxes, Katy Prices.
His only Cristianos are Ronaldos,
and God alone knows if he’s heard of Isis.
Keep feeding him his Oprahs and Geraldos,
but pray you don’t encounter him in crisis.
Upper-class clowns, socialists whining from their crystal palaces.
Fine dining ... greasy-lipped pimps.
Lecturing the working man on global warming,
Who just topped off their private ride
with ozone-poking jet fuel piss-
Upper class clowns and socialists, always cawing about American gluttony.
The redistribution of wealth.
While wearing dead pelts around swollen necks and double chins.
Blood diamonds dangling from pampered pinkies.
Weeping crocodile tears about the evils of the Second Amendment.
While behind ((((gated communities)))))
their private security dogs armed to the teeth-
Upper class clowns and socialists.
Burning books, babbling about lack of freedom.
While strolling naked over minimum-wage-manicured lawns.
Dipping painted toes in minimum-wage-maintained pools.
Sipping minimum-wage martinis under a commies red dawn.
So eager to take you to task for not wearing their commie red masks.
Playing their little shrinking violet games.
Only half out of their socialist closets.
Hypocritical yapping -socialist autocrats.
"Nothing Like A Hard Working Man"
He's a hustler
By all meand
He told me baby
Nothing come to a sleeper but a dream(a dream)
I am your provider
I just need you to be my rider
Promise that you'll be by my side
That you'll always be truthful nothing to hide
I get up everyday,to get out here and grind
I am truly one of a kind
I take care of home,its where i belong
I promise to do everything i can
Because I'm a hard-working man
(Chorus)
You are the other part of my rib
With You it gives me a reason to live
I promise to do all i can, onclude you in all my plans
Make you understand
You may never know why
But to you i promise i , will do all i can
The life of a hardworking man
(Verse2)
Here we go im up and ready
To go to work make it steady
I put on my clothes and spray cologne
You hand me my clothes and my phone.
You admire the hustle i do it for us
You want great things in life
So i have to not subtract but plus
(I mean add)
Got to be there when times get bad
And hard
Got to pull out my hardworking card
Chorus
You are the other part of my rib
With You it gives me a reason to live
I promise to do all i can, onclude you in all my plans
Make you understand
You may never know why
But to you i promise i , will do all i can
The life of a hardworking man
Bridge
Baby i wAnt you
There's nothing i wouldn't do. work hard
Everyday
Just to see that smile on your face
Baby i want you There's noting i woudnt do
Work hard everyday
Just to see that smile on your face
(Chorus)
You are the other part of my rib
With You it gives me a reason to live
I promise to do all i can, onclude you in all my plans
Make you understand
You may never know why
But to you i promise i , will do all i can
The life of a hardworking man
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
7/9/17
The King of Rock n Roll
Met the King of kings
The Queen of Soul
Met the King of kings
The Prince of Pop
Met the King of kings
Tuff Gong
Met the King of kings
Road Test Ronnie
Met the King of kings
The Big Man
Met the King of kings
The Sky Dog
Met the King of king
The Mozart of Rock Guitar
Met the King of kings
The Hardest Working Man in Showbusiness
Met the King of kings
The Lizard King
Met the King of kings
Bonzo and the Ox
Met the King of kings
The Man in Black
Met the Kings of kings
Moon the Loon
Met the King of kings
The Professor
Met the King of kings
The Purple One
Met the King of kings
The Genuis
Met the King of kings
The Caruso of Rock
Met the King of kings
The Queen of Rock n Roll
Met the King of kings
The Gambler
Met the King of kings
The First lady of Country
Met the King of kings
The Prince of Darkness
Met the King of kings
One day I hope to meet
The King of kings
Forty hours at work
Doing the same thing
Over and over
You daydream a lot
You have to or you will go mad
Dreaming of being with your mates
Joking and sucking down some cigs
There may be some hot wings
Paradise on Earth
But one thing makes the wait bearable
Knowing that endless bottles of beer await
Cold and tasty
They are waiting for you
Hopefully they will be enough to get you drunk
Maybe that drunk will last until your work starts
And you start daydreaming all over again
For a working man that is his life
Honestly, he loves the way his week works
After all, for him, it is his life
And that is just how he wants it
© Poem – XIV/XII/MMXXIV
LRET
We've a third-string coach running the team
who can't even remember his own playbook
so a batch of amateurs
are running the show
from the bench
from the trenches
of their minds.
It's a playbook mirroring
Alice in Wonderland
where everything is viewed
through a kaleidoscopic -myopic
upside-down opaque lens.
where predators are entitled to
a lifetime of get out of jail free passes
then given a badge of martyrdom
when they finally run out of lucky gas-
it's a land with a Rio Grande autobahn
where illegals blitz through an open border
and its leaders put its own citizens on lockdown
where Honest Abe has been shot in the head... again
by far-far- leftists dregs
who lecture the working man about global warming
while poking holes in the ozone in their private jets
It's a land where black people matter
but matter somewhat less if they dwell in the cities...
if they slaughter themselves over drugs and turf...
if they happen to go against the current-are conservative.
It's a Land where blacks are ferried
to a rabbit hole called Planned Parenthood,
who (despite the name) ironically kills half a million black babies a year....
black wombs are rivaling the gas chambers of Auschwitz and Treblinka
it's a land with no rules except for its own citizens
who pay the bills for the lazy-for the illegal
for the ungrateful, for the criminal...
and for all of their honest efforts
or for having a differing opinion
or simply being heterosexual
and being of white skin
despite their best efforts
to accommodate
to be empathetic
accepting....
sympathetic,
are constantly branded
racists-
homophobic
xenophobic...
a genuine all-around
globophobic menace.
Yes indeed...It's an upside-down land
that's been stamped systemically racist
infested with white supremacists
even though a black man
was elected president
and ran the country for eight years
even though people of color have
the highest standard of living than in most
if not all countries
Why, then, if this country is so racist and hopelessly bigoted
do people of color flock to the border by the millions to get in.
If I were a person of color, I would avoid this so-called
house of white supremacy horrors like the plague
and roll the dice on another color of velvet ...
People.... welcome to Joe in Wonderland
He was the hardest working man
Show business was his divine plan
Sang, danced, smiled with a buzz
The hardest working man he was
He twisted and turned with a split
Even made it into a dance skit
As the bottom of his shoes burned
With a split he twisted and turned
“Get on the good foot” was his kick
Throwing his cape made his fans ticked
Like “papas brand new bag” he put
His kick was “Get on the good foot”
He has touched the entire world
“Get on up” even young and old
The world will miss his music much
The entire world he has touched
Comments: Each stanza in the Swap Quatrain has four (4) lines. The first line
in each stanza is reversed with the fourth line. Within each stanza lines one (1)
must rhyme with line two (2); likewise, lines three (3) and four (4). The same
rhyming pattern of words should not be the same in the following stanzas. The
rhyming pattern may flow as: AABB, CCDD, and the like.
My name it does not matter, it's been three years since I died
I was just a working man, just another Joe
This is no idle chatter coming from the other side
There are angels here amongst you don't you know.
I hear them softly calling, merciful angels
Helping the helpless with unbearable loads
I spent my last days with them, the angels of mercy
At the hospice of love on Sunshine Road.
They bring comfort with compassion, they give smiles to ease the pain
Sharing love and care when they know all hope is gone
And the giving goes on lasting so the friendships made remain
As they save their tears for home when the day is done
I hear them softly calling, merciful angels
Helping the helpless with unbearable loads
I spent my last days with them, the angels of mercy
At the hospice of love on Sunshine Road.