As we sit here eating talking about life’s lessons
and all that was taught
We laugh about the box and bottle
and the puppy that he brought
Hide yo food in the microwave before it gets sold
Are one of the many fun stories that’s told
But what do you do when the sex, love and feelings are gone
When the one who lost it still lingers on
I look at peace around the world
He looks at me wishing I was still his girl
I can talk and talk throughout the day
Yet he can’t really get out the words to say
I really like the way we laugh a bunch
So what’s wrong with breakfast, dinner, or lunch
Sitting down chillin’ is really cool
Cause there’s nothing different about this dude
What we had was us doing our thing
We ended up separated without a wedding ring
I’m focused now on the man I’m with
But he is still jealous, just a lil bit
He has a good woman in his life
So I told him move on and do what’s right
He’s part of my past that has made me stronger
For this relationship has endured its course
And we are no longer
However we still cool, nothing more and that’s a fact
So Lunch after Love, ain’t nothing wrong with that
One drop of human kindness,
Into the murky pool,
We seem determined to spend, most of our lives in,
feeling totally uncool,
Is usually enough to quench another's thirst,
To be placed anywhere but last,
Transferring that energy burst,
That was given to us,
Without any fuss,
So, they too can get on the right bus,
One that will take them to a place that is really cool,
Far far away from that murky pool.
"Whoa - dude, that's really cool!"
Indeed, son, it's something to mull -
fascinating, never dull,
so vast it is incredible,
yet, smaller than a basketball -
the universe inside your skull.
Truck
TRUCK
haul things
powerful
before age sixteen
learned to drive on a farm
I thought I was really cool
“my truck is a tool not a toy”
A Nightmare Before Christmas
What an awesome movie.
Beyond creativity.
Released in 1993.
Animated movie 100 times.
Is it a Hallween movie?
Is it a Christmas movie?
You decide.
It could be both dark and light.
So many characters.
A really cool plot about him and her.
In between the lines.
Was alove story.
One was in prison.
One was always wondering.
What is Christmas?
I am Jack the king of the pumpkin patch.
All dress up as Santa.
Spooky, creepy, toys to drop from the night sky.
Lights sparkling, fireworks blaring.
It’s Christmas time for Halloween.
Sally and Jack, true love finely.
Well, I listened to Benjamin Zephaniah,
And I kept my young turkey alive.
We had a really good blast last Christmas,
With hip-hop and reggae and jive.
We opened our presents real early,
Taking selfies and having a laugh.
I bought Turkey some really cool trainers,
And he bought me some gloves and a scarf.
Then we ate a lovely fat dinner.
I cooked him organic green beans.
We had rice and peas and coleslaw,
With a gigantic mountain of greens.
After, we played a game of Scrabble.
I won 'cause I hate losing at games.
I sang him a number of carols,
Played charades, guessing celebrities’ names.
We watched movies until we got tired,
And then tried to enjoy the King's Speech.
We couldn’t resist Christmas pudding,
With a dollop of ice cream and peach.
I’m glad my turkey’s alive for Christmas.
I’ll invite him again and again.
And I’ve also joined Turkeys United,
‘Cause now Turkey and me are best friends.
But there’s one thing I forgot to mention,
Which you may think a little absurd:
I thought he was one of the talking turkeys,
But this turkey didn’t even say a word!
(Ode to Benjamin Zephaniah’s Talking Turkeys )
Three funny guys, Curly, Larry, and Mo
Slapstick comedians, you all must know
But there are three circus clowns
Who create mayhem and frowns
The crowd calls them Corny, Hairy and Schmo
Corny thinks he's the wily ring leader
Acting as if he's a Walmart greeter
Talking like he's really cool
But people laughed at the fool
Gobbled by the lion called 'Man Eater'
Hairy can be a bear when in pursuit
Got his name from being very hirsute
He was threatened with a shave
If he refused to behave
He bit off his tongue and now is a mute
Sad has become the life of flunky Schmo
He feeds peanuts to monkeys in the show
Since he lost his two friends
Finds himself at loose ends
Three circus clowns; each one was a bozo
Reading is fundamental
That's what they tell us in school
Pushing math, learning science
Now that's what's really cool
I'm studying, face-timing, hanging out
Even playing a little ball
Getting good grades, maybe even A's
Ruler of them all
Trying to do the right thing, a leader of tomorrow
Doing the best I can
Thinking, praying, listening to my folks
As I grow up to become a man
I'm one of a kind, special, unique
Destined to better myself
Making a difference, finding my place
Understanding my worth and my wealth
Love, friends and friendship became a puzzle for me
This puzzle that I could hardly solve became a tragedy
That I found myself in the middle of the puzzle.
At first I thought solving the puzzle would be easy
But the more I thought about it, the harder it became
Confess, don't confess but confess came from all sides
And choosing among the three seemed impossible
Being friends was really cool but my heart wanted more
That I could hardly spend a minute not thinking about it
And I believed love was better but friendship became a barrier
I approached a friend and he told me to make a move
Moving to another friend she told me not to as
She believed friendship was better than Highschool romance
Which is childish and faints faster than expected
Contrasting to childhood friendship which lasts until old age.
Old age is a dream of mind and a nightmare for your heart
And our hearts never lie and Your heart is heavier than you know
And only confession can off-burden the weight.
A beautiful whisper startled me, my friend true lovers are friends
And lovers are partners, confession will weaken the bond
And patience pays off a bigger bill than impatience
Beloved Bella
I know you loved her very much
I know how much she loved you
I want to thank you
For being my sister Pat's
Faithful and Loving companion
*
It was a joy hearing Pat
Talk about your
Walks together
Pat with such delight
Watching you in the park
Exploring and sniffing
*
Pat would always have a bit of worry
On what lay in the grass
Or in a bush that
Caught your nose and eye
*
I laughed when she told me
How she gently pulled
And you turned regarding
Her with such dismay
As if to say
Hey I'm having fun here
Go away
*
Bella I have something to tell you
And it's really cool
When you see Mom in your mind,
She is missing and thinking of you
When Mom sees you in her mind
You are missing and thinking of her
*
Death can not break the sacred bond
between you and your Mom
*
Oh, how I remember that day at my school
I went to the bathroom and pulled out my tool
Then I noticed down there
Saw- (peach-fuzz)- pubic hair
I felt really big, really proud, really cool
(Edited; I had left out a line)
Smokin’ Joe Bonamassa
What’s in a name? Well, I think a last name
like Bonamassa sure sounds really cool.
This guy I’d never heard of has some fame!
He learned to play by 4, and not in school,
and then by twelve, the kid was opening
for a concert! Can you imagine that?
To open for a great like B. B King!
So young was he to be such a cool cat!
With 15 albums, pride he must have had
to get three Grammy nominations. Wow!
To sing with Clapton made him very glad.
It was his dream! So what’s he up to now?
Recording with Beth Hart he’s had success
The British Blues sure taught him to impress!
May 15, 2023
For Robert James Liguori's 'Joe Bonamassa Inspiration 3' Poetry contest
Breeze-where do you begin?
I mean what is your origin?
At the time when you were born
Where wind's rough nature gone?
How are you so mild?
Gently you have sailed
With no anger you survive
Our hope you easily revive
Like mother you touch
Great bliss, it does fetch
Like this only you die
And are reaching the sky
Why are you turning into a gust
And be here an unwanted guest
Do you change your tactics
And also play dirty politics?
Please teach me a lot
How not to be very hot
Your approach is really cool
I want to join your school
Accept me as your student
As your policy is brilliant
The theme from Schindler's List
moves us to tears, or it should do.
Pity there’s not a genetic test for,
cold indifference,
moral weakness, or self-justified evil.
Go on admit it, that SS uniform
was really cool for its time.
My father was an Irish Jew - go figure.
Pity there's not a lie detector
for all the thoughts we dare not say out-loud.
The clinker in the gas chambers
has long cooled.
The German race is gracious,
kindly and considerate.
Minds can get sick, nations get sick.
The artful must take away our power
to keep more power for themselves.
It’s the same all over.
Such people are the most fearful.
Hitler was scared of his own shadow,
and so he should have been.
If you are frightened of your shadow
take the test, the ‘shadow test’.
There's a reason you hide it from yourself.
You can never be sure
if your shadow is greater than you are.
it happened again
she leaps from the floor
onto the stove
one giant step and she leaps
to the top of the refrigerator
for the second time
my china butter holder
skittled away from her
the law of conversation of momentum
i knew to set it aside
banish to the wall and away
from her momentum
this time it became pieces
with lumps of butter scattered
on the floor beneath
now i am holding her
drained of emotions
a trip to the store to calm me down
telling her
it is ok my precious
this one is really cool
with a hinge that flips up
and it is made of plastic
can you imagine how cats
just sit back at times
and think how smart we humans are
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