GATSBY*
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Gatsby’s my name, character of Fitzgerald fame.
Nick saw through the façade and my game.
I partied and danced through the night,
Chasing dreams that weren’t quite right.
Then there was Daisy, jazz’s grande dame.
I lived in a mansion that sparkled at night,
I threw bashes hoping to be Daisy’s shining knight.
But the glitz and the glam,
Were a mere flashy sham,
Alas, George kills me, a vengeful, murderous sight.
*The Great Gatsby, a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald, follows the story of Nick Carraway, who moves to Long Island in the summer of 1922 and becomes entangled in the lives of his wealthy neighbor, Jay Gatsby, and Gatsby's former lover, Daisy Buchanan. (Wikipedia Encyclopedia)
Insanity and back again
Somethings got to give
Whatever you do
Please don't shout my name
It calls up the demon
In me
We partied when we were young
Had to stop the world from turning
We ran as fast as we could and then faster
You lived for the minute and never thought it all would be gone
Crushing killing
Creative aptitude
Not even thinking of the beginning
Screw your last chance to have an answer
To find undercover
Screw your last chance
To be nice
Chance to say sorry
A word
A sympathetic gesture
Shame in my pockets
Empty or full
Resist the need to have fun
A pick of a constant tease
Tragically love intolerant
Honest to all
but myself
Give me the infinite scream
Sometimes a monster in my dreams
We can see the future
But choose
Fade into black
You can go to blazes the angry son said
The next day his annoying father was found dead
Son regretted these final words all of his life
Never enjoyed another day, partied or took a wife
Others tried to sense some sense into him
They could not get through to sorrowful Jim
He was determined to punish himself the rest of his days
His life was in grayscale now, everything else a haze
I became pregnant the summer of 2024
I had my eightth son, born
Valentines Day 2025 in Correzz
France. I became pregant one night at
a Music semenarier.
Ten of us partied at the Twig Retreat
in Spain. One song was 2/3 melody.
TThe other was 3/4 harmony.
They deleted the dialog and
fused the grooves. The Circle of
Fifth, "Bangers and Grindin!"
Eglise aint nothing on us!
Jesus is Jesus in Spanish.
So I wanna name him
O'Dey.
it means alot with this meaning,
I wanted to name him Jose'
Putchew-Chitta Rella de acidia
forkio saladiaanchoivous creame!
Dolled up in Powda Bleu rhinestone
she wore ah skirt to appease
her Paw.
He was angry cause she refused
to wear a bra.
He heard the Fella
talking about what they saw.
She grabbed her Tres Cubano and swung it at
until the room cleared.
Amalgam
She auditioned for the role of the guy who makes the burlap bags in the village.
She was casted as his wife.
Rweebuffelsmeleenskotmorscbodgeskietfontein
Mamungkukumpurangkuntjunya
Due to the Scarcity of Walruses
they uses cowhide, shepskin,sealleather
and goatskins snd dell them off as walrus leather!!!
there was a young rake named Denny
who partied from Wexford to Killkenny
his da’ amassed quite a large fortune
he passed away so they say from indigestion
and only left Denny a half-penny
The New Year has arrived,
I cheered and partied to my heart's content,
No new year resolutions to start the year,
As I will forget them the very next day.
What makes the New Year’s Eve a happy night,
Being with family, friends, and loved ones makes it a delight,
Cheering up favorite sports teams on TV brings us close together,
Watching the ball drop in NYC starts the new year with cheers.
Looking at the winter sky over my house,
Some days clouds clear up to bring sunny bright days,
Life’s ups and downs will follow the cloud’s pattern,
Happy days will prevail over the gloomy days.
For the beauty of life, a compassionate heart would open,
Helping people in need, helping myself with kindness to share,
Feeling the pain of suffering masses elevates my devotion to heavenly wishes,
Happy New Year to all my friends, believe in yourself and almighty God.
Santa and the Mrs. went out dancing
They went to the Red Chapel wild prancing.
Swing to the music and humped;
Pulled away, sway round, and jumped.
Pushed, wobble away, looked back proud, glancing.
Santa and the Mrs. partied hearty
Until night lit, busting their humps, smarty.
Woke with aching hangover.
Rudolph, out in the clover,
showing off bright nose, wittingly, arty.
Hey, Santa, running late and feel sixer.
Mrs. Santa did mix an elixir.
He drank till room stop spinning.
Smart aleck Rudolph, grinning.
Weak with sore belly, sobered up quicker.
Holidays are coming; the first is near
Halloween is a night that many fear
But the bravest ones boast
"I'm not afraid of ghosts!"
Until eerily haunting cries they hear.
There's feasting on November's holiday
Giving thanks for our blessings, we pray
But I burned the turkey
So, we ate beef jerky
On a table set in splendid array
Christmas; the holiday season of mirth
Jen partied until the time she gave birth
There was too much good cheer
We drank three kegs of beer
On New Year's Day, not a cent were we worth
Margaret Thatcher
thought no one could match her.
Her hair was laquered, never a mess;
she bought her knickers from M&S.
She did as she wanted to do -
and love her or hate her it's true -
she thought she was right,
ignoring the plight
of millions in the dole queue.
The poll tax was a big mistake;
her name was hated in its wake.
Replaced by Major, 'No,' she cried.
Some even partied when she died.
Having partied all night on a yacht
and then fallen to sleep on a cot,
how strange it all was
when I woke because
on the cot on the yacht I was not!
On a tropical island was I,
looking up at a beautiful sky.
Asleep by my side
I saw the tour guide -
a charming and gorgeous young guy.
I’d blacked out when a storm sunk our boat,
but somehow with this man I did float
to this nice tiny spot,
Like the guy, it was hot
and from civilization – remote.
As it turns out, the man knew all ways
to survive, and we’d been there for days.
Well, days became years,
but I’ve got no fears.
For the man-mate I’m with never strays!
There is much you haven't told me
All the good can't be saved
And for that, I cannot blame you
As attempts seldom me
The many things you said and did
You knew you took the time
You was forever on my mind (You was forever on my mind)
You're always on my mind
Many times you could have told me
At those good partied times
And you know I always sold you
You're so glad for those lines
You made me stand out in the class
You told me I was blind
You was forever on my mind (You was forever on my mind)
You're always on my mind
Give me
Give me just a little more time, just a little more time
...just a little more time, just a little more time ...
I was one of the cool set,
navy blue duffle coat, scarf around
my neck, seated at a table
in Pepe's Coffee Lounge
discussing Baudelaire
and T.S. Eliot and the demise
of the political elites.
The conscription ballot hung
over our heads helmeted
in a flowering of uncombed hair
in the winter of 1966.
We thought the world was about
to tip, that the old regime
was coughing its last
on Craven A and Camel cigarettes.
Booze was cheap and jobs
chased us down the street.
In a hundred buried silos,
annihilation was just a push
of a button away.
We partied hard beneath
the threat of that mushroom cloud.
We're old now, sit under the cloud
of our own thoughts, replaying
scratchy, worn out tracks
retrieved from the sleeves
of our neural LP's.
What we tore down back then
has been replaced with more
sinister demons that eat away
at the collective soul.
In the end, everything
is just reabsorbed.
Some of us still frequent
coffee shops and discuss
Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot,
still write poetry,
shed a tear
at the melancholic beauty
of a setting sun.
I had a dream, it was risqué
Read on if you dare
I was at a masquerade ball
And all there were bare.
Except for wearing masks of course
No one cared at all
Just got on with naked dancing
Bouncing round the hall.
The funny part was when they parked
Backsides on a pew
When they came to stand up again
The seats stood up too.
There was lots of piercing screaming
As seats were parted
And some very red rosy cheeks
On vision as folk partied.
At midnight came the final dance
The dream came to its close
I switched on the light, got such a fright
The floor was strewn with clothes.
Snow drop moonshine
star threaded
blanket;
Partied hard;
Squandered
your light
elevating in dreams.
To celebrate a special day,
I went out with my spouse,
Having dinner in a place we like
A few blocks from our house.
My drink of choice is beer
But they do not serve IPA’s*
So Sangria’s what I get,
Reminding me of college days.
For on weekends when we partied,
There would always be a bowl
Filled with cut-up fruit and Yago;**
Getting tipsy was the goal.
Though I drink now just with dinner
And it’s usually a brew,
At this restaurant, Sangria’s
What I sip and one will do.
Yet I think back rather fondly
Of my early drinking years,
When Sangria and tequila
Were what I drank with my peers.
*India Pale Ale
**a brand of Sangria
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