HOUSE AND MONEY OF MONE
Money can build a home, but,
It takes love to make it a house.
With a humble and delight request,
Love, can we build a home, I make.
Love, alone, can you stand as a foundation?
Be my shelter when it is due to rain?
A refuge in terms of danger?
Every brick altogether with every stone,
Have known, we, love be the foundation,
Into and out of amusement sounds and tears, share, we will,
A place of residence constructed on love, accompanied by no sole caution.
In this love house, peace shall be found,
A anchorage where hearts escapes from confinement.
To such a extent, let build this house with love,
And make it a home, sent from above.
ten million people are at this restaurant
mone of them look younger than a hundred and ten
I hear coughing, wheezing, spitting
smelling old people nursing home smells
my girlfriend chose this place.
she is seventy-six, five years older than I am.
I think this is why this place appeals to her.
if you order today’s special, they throw in a free piece of pie.
a new guy walks in. Surely he won’t be staying. He looks under fifty.
he takes his lunch to go.
good choice.
POEM 26 US APART
US APART THE MONE & MONE THE DAYS GO BY.
US APART I MISSING YOU IT IS KEEPING US FROM GROWING TOGETHER.
US APART I MISS YOU EACH & EVERY DAY GO BY.
US APART I LOVE YOU IS WHAT I WILL ALWAYS SAY TO YOU EACH & EVERY DAY.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
I now it my last day mum you don’t have to make a fuss
If you do I mate miss the bus
No don’t even cry
Your embarrass me and in front of that guy
Oh mum ill see you later
I’ve got to catch me mate
That traitor
The little brat ran of with me money
I’m getting it back and she better not call me honey
Oh mum ill be back in 6 hours
See you later and feed the rabbits
should i go to unverrite are stay at home
should i get more educaitin
are lay low
should i be cleever
are stay at home
i now im note good with my speelins
but i dont mone
its like stand at a cross road which way should i go
its a place
of many face
and race
trying to open the door
lot very poor
so yo learm game
it might cause pain
some mabe shame
it all about mone honey
you have to play
that
THE GETTO WAY
Jokhoni mone pore tomar kotha
nijeke mone hoy boro eka
Fir e ki pawa jaina shey khonta
Mohurto gulu abege gatha
Pagol hoy monta
Jeno shara prithibir asha
Shudhui amar mone e aaka
Kaache jete hoy bhoy
Ekti polok dekha
Abar mone e hobe
aami boro eka
Ooooh the things I’ve seen
Are not so adorable
Actually they are quite horrible
Bloody wounds
In the middle of June
I pray every day
For the blue and the gray
I hope this war will be over soon
Or I just might become a loon
Ooooh the things i've seen
Blood, guts, broken bones
The sound of soldier’s mone
It’s so sad tears come to my eyes
I ask myself “why ooooh why”
Each day soldier’s get shot
Every time in a different spot
I must treat them all
Big or small
Ooooh the things I’ve seen
I know the odds are very slim
But I help all of them
I want to make every one happy
Really quick and snappy
Maybe I could
I think I should
I should call my helpful service the Red Cross
That would be nobody’s loss
Ooooh the things I’ve seen
My service would give people blood they need
This system would be free no need to beg or plead
I truly do hope my idea will work
The excitement makes me jerk
Ooooh the things I will see
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