Lowdown Poems

The Corona Blues

The Corona Blues (Revisited)


So sick of being stuck at home
Just want to get out and roam
Can go nowhere without a mask
Can’t do my weekly tasks
I got the lowdown Corona blues


Get high all-day
It’s the only way
I can deal with the stress
Of all this mess
I got the lowdown Corona Blues....


Some say it's overblown
That really makes me moan
That statement is so untrue
Follow the rules on what to do
I got the lowdown Corona Blue.


Seems now people don’t listen
As this virus mutates and glistens
Some ignore the fact it exists
Do the wrong thing and take risks
Yeah,  I got the lowdown Corona (Covid-19) Blues


Just a little humor to lighten people's moods a little


w.t. Bacon/ASFJr & Fond Kiser
5/23/20  & 5/23/2020
Revisited 12/30/2020

Son of Sam Lady-Killer

I can only just imagine you and Sam

Whilst working close together on
the butchery counter at your local
supermarket

At the site of both of your 1st job's at 
the tender age of just 17

1 day somehow however whilst
putting out the ham on display

Locked eye's and figured out she's 
the 1 for me as he is the 1 for me

And then you became childhood 
sweetheart's for thee foreseeable 

As unfortunately and to your cost
you found out much later 

He was in fact sadly a real lady-killer
in reality not merely just actually playing
the role of 1 as an act

Until the day you told him you were
pregnant with me and then he upped 
and left the both of us behind 

Well that all now makes perfect sense
to me 

And I am so sorry for not only just for me
my mummy but for you as well 

As he sounds like a lowdown dirty filthy pig
of a man 

But thankfully I am lucky enough to be your
son and proudly call you my mother 

As opposed to ever having to admit even
to myself

I am the Son of Sam himself

I Saw a Man

I saw a man standing by the road
He was bedraggled and beaten down,
I passed him by, afraid to share my empty seat
And thought how sad we have come to this
In our self-satisfied want for nothing,
Afraid, because we hear horror stories
About those who have helped strangers,
Denying ourselves the opportunity to bless.

And, thinking of him, I must confess
Our modern age is filled with many dangers,
But we need to take stock of our inventories
Of good deeds, what to the table we bring
Wrapped in our cloaks of not-my-business,
My life is so pleasing, well-ordered, and neat
Why put myself out for some lowdown?
When I realized many helped me with my load.

written March 28, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]

Overload

Fire raged through heavy wooded terrain,  
Blizzard hit the panhandle hard,   
Bad windstorm slammed the western plains,   
Mudslides hid hundreds of backyards.   
 
Brutal sandstorm swept through arid plains,   
Fierce  hurricane aimed at the Keys,      
Havoc descended on tornado lane,  
Earth’s warming threatened baby seals.  

Crops were at risk in fertile farm fields,   
Crowds assembled for protest walks,   
Northwest reached one hundred ten degrees,   
Earthquakes possible near the fault.  

Hospitals were overfull with the sick,     
Medical teams were at wits end,     
Some thought the nation’s flame left the wick,  
Would never find its fire again.   

People had the lowdown newscast blues,      
Some feared apocalyptic end,       
The anchors said it was breaking news, 
And we looked for someone to blame.

New Blooms

New buds of color gently caress Mother Earth
Poking from lowdown extending up out of dirt
Wiley unruly sensing the suns’ call to bloom
Flowers pushing up petals spreading over doom

Catbird Seat

A good view. The traffic and wind careen.
The highway overpass vibrates. Suicide starts
to sing, a wind-dervish rattling thin mantis limbs.

On the branches of peripheral nerves, small birds
stretch plasma necks, warble high
in the catbird seat of her soul.

She thought about her soul. Only one invisible 
globule of it ever active, the rest tranquilized, 
a pool fed by absent-minded angels.

All this ugliness, the streams of cacophony,
the vaporous scar tissue of petroleum and rubber,
floats up as vivid bombinate blooms.

She breathes it all in, watching from a crows-nest
that sways leagues above her head.
She has dealt herself a spaced-out view, here
up in the air, her toes curling into concrete,
she sits back in the best chair of her vertigo,
and yells to all the passing, trafficking,
crud-burning speeders below –

“You’re all way too slow, for a catbird thought,
too lowdown for any wind-scattered moment.

Cry Me a River

Examining the measure of my calamity
I grow resentful and I inflict pain
Seeking to surrender all that possesses me
I lash out at the innocent which discloses my shame
I reach out
The intensities of my suffering I shelve out
Because my quantity is so immense

I become incoherent 
Chaos is my universal place
My ferociousness becomes timid
Eternity my expected release date

Society has snatched me by the choker
My community flames an uproar
Makes me want to cry…. Makes me want to holler
What are we fighting for!?

Each morning I rise to the same ole tune
The classic sound 
Of the lowdown blues

I have not delivered my hopes or my dreams
My objectives along with my ambitions have went from flares to flickers
To face another tomorrow makes me quiver
I am distressed about authenticating my history

Cry me a river!

Ohoopee Bound

Ohoopee Bound
-
She played a six string guitar
With a lowdown Georgia flair
She played it in a tavern
In the sultry Summer air
She played it for the locals
When they came each Friday night
She played it for her lover
In the early mornin' light

She could play a thousand tunes
And she never missed a beat
She could play in Winter winds
And in the Summer's heat
She played guitar at weddings
And at divorces too
At times she played from boredom
When she'd nothin' else to do

Then one day she disappeared
Some say she went to Macon
I found her 'neath a pine tree
She seemed a little shaken
She said I'm tired of guitars
And all those empty faces
I need to play a violin
In green and empty spaces

Well I gave her my old fiddle
Said I'm Ohoopee bound
Told her she could come along
She said I'll stick around
Said she might come by one day
Just to smell the breeze and play
So if you hear a haunting string
Just tell her I said "Hey"

2-14-19

Sour Grapes

I know the words you use to slander me.
Your slurs mar your own virtue, not my hue. 
You slam to smear cloud fuzz on your heart’s plea
that once upon a joy, sought my “I do.”

We loved with our best try for many years,
We merged a child whose sweet melts both our hearts,
Plus, we shared life’s high feels and lowdown sears.
Our past lacks sense when you throw verbal darts.

Our kind son does not know that pride-wounds speak,
but well knows ache thus aimed by slams you throw.
In time, our child will view your mind as weak  
and prone to fed truth’s seeds to lies you grow.   

You spew sour grapes with each ill voiced broadcast.
Please, spread not tart to false mark our joined past.





... CayCay Jennings
August 18, 2018
howmanysyllables.com

Red Ink

A pool of red ink with a bitter scent.
Youthful laughter through a pert lilac field.
Those lowdown branches of soulful lament
snatch at his boyhood, rent his beaming clothes.
“O red rain! Reduce us to embryos!”
There two mothers gives birth - a Summer’s yield.
Not now, where Johnny bleeds and lilacs ferment.

Ink blots of crimson red — foreplay for bones.
Her smile indelible...her veil of wine.
A photo crushed — her innocence he owns.
As she drinks the chalice, dear Johnny falls.
A lilac bouquet with black ribbon squalls.
Tortured by pelting rain — her touch divine.
Red ink releases her erotic zones.

8/9/2018

2nd place/multiple placements
Rhyme Time 6 - Verses of Metaphors Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo

*Red ink referencing the infamous “Dear John” letter.

Brown Eyes

He played guitar in a Texas tavern -
Could have been famous but for her brown eyes.
He loved her more than his music could tell.
He smiled and played while he swallowed her lies.

There came a time when her brown eyes wandered -
Settled on a drifter from San Antone.
Now he plays guitar in Huntsville prison -
His brown eyed lover is sleeping alone.

He used to play in a Texas tavern -
Just a lowdown honky tonk so they say.
He had great talent 'til he did murder -
He let brown eyes and lies get in his way.

6-8-18

The Showdown

27/03/2018

When Port play the Crows it’s called the Showdown.
Listen awhile and I’ll give you the lowdown.
These two mighty suburban Adelaide teams,
Show us what a true rivalry means.
The teams smother each other and hate one another,
Some Mum's won’t let their sons play for the other.
The two sides can’t abide and often they deride,
With remarks so snide they divide and in conflict collide.
The trouble though is double on the field,
For each man and his clan refuses to yeild.
It insites a riot, and the fans fight with delight,
Violence at its height is a sight all right.
It’s tribal and these rivals live for these showdowns,
And are quick to defend the men that have thrown down.

Showdown

SHOWDOWN

If you're looking for a showdown
Let me give you the lowdown
Words from my pen are quite profound
They speak boldly with soft hushed sound

Words of wisdom, words that mend
Words of truth that never offend
You can see that my words set a trend
Making me a trusted friend

So if you care to join the fray
Just to see if you can say
Better than I in my own way
I'll welcome a showdown any day

14 March 2018
For the contest sponsored by Juli-Michelle

Showdown

SHOWDOWN

Blowdown breakdown tire no longer inflated
Sooner than later showdown shutdown
Clampdown lowdown holddown the hoedown
Run down  the crackdown and go
Spashdown at sundown shutdown  slowdown, oh
Everyone slow down climdown the rundown
Slowdown  the run down out dated
Meltdown shedom found show up get down
Fixed tires all round the showdown 

For Contest: RHYME BATTLE X SHOWDOWN
Sponsored by: JULI MICHELLE
©2018

The Final Showdown

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Spread the word make it known!
"The seeds of disaster have been sown".

The final showdown,
well here's the lowdown!
Her forlorn frown,
suggesting she's going down!
Nature, being treated as a clown!
Earth already turning brown!
Pollution, now of great renown!
Stop it now, or lose our crown!
Only nature wins, don't frown!
Self-inflicted the "Final Showdown"!

Spread the word, make it known!
"The seeds of disaster have been sown".

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3/7/18

Rhyme Battle X: Showdown - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Juli- Michelle

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