Entry for the MORE THAN A SOFT TOY Contest
More Than A Soft Toy
More than a toy--
This poly-cotton blend,
A plushy bear,
My bestest friend.
His name? Chuckles Beary--
And boy can he rock!
Kept his guitar
In an old woolen sock.
When I was down,
All alone with the blues,
He’d “Roll over Beethoven
and tell Tchaikovsky the news.”
Chuckles played his guitar
“just like ringing a bell.”
His hugs and music
Made everything well.
Even today, grown up
And turning gray,
I can still hear Chuckles
Tune up and say:
“Let me hear that rock and roll music,
any old way you choose it.
Got a backbeat--
you can’t lose it.”
And I’m young again
With Chuckles Beary,
When Rock and Roll was young
And the world a lot less scary
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
Miss you C.B.
Sitting on a napkin or plate,
they cause my two eyes to dilate,
and there the silent ringing sound,
the sweetest not heard, the world round.
Can you hear, as angel bells toll
the chiming tones of a jelly roll?
Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair
She's hot, yes, but she's also cool
she is a gem, she is a jewel
I think she's great (and I'm no fool)
she beats those drums like she's old school
she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny
she hits them like they owe her money
and one thing more I'll tell you honey
she's on that kit whether cloudy or sunny
She's been that way right from the start
plays from the the soul, plays from the heart
she always does more than her part
it's not just passion, it's her art
looking back I am that fool
dug in like a Missouri mule
and if this doesn't break some rule
she's not just cool - she's old school cool
word
A randy, young couple out by the bay
decided to have a roll in the hay.
She pondered, in the moonlight,
"Aren't the stars pretty tonight?",
and he chuckled "I'm in no place to say!"
Classical is from the Middle Ages
in the mid-1940's we had Bebop
a fast-tempo 19th / 20th century Jazz
then along came Doo-wop
with group harmonies
the 50's brought us rock and roll
which developed the 1960's
(sad to say) Disco and its glitter ball
then psychedelic pop rock
blues and folk rock
and in the 1970's it was Hip-hop
and also Rap
which was misspelt
it should read 'Crap'
the 1980's were synthesised
1990's gave us Garage and Grunge
2020's saw online streaming
by the record industry which makes me cringe
Country music (C&W) too (hit or flop)
I know it's true I left out (Reggae) more than a few
but no matter the genre tempo or key
the self-same seven notes do it for eclectic me
Steady beat
Orchestra plays
Trumpet sounds
A Soldier goes to war, but might not come back
Every sunrise and sunset
Every foot stepping march moving in courage
Every salute being an honor
Symbolic nature
Eye on individual military uniform
Thank you for your service
Echoes of War in sacrifice
The thought of devastation
Ashes that rise with a darkened shade
Front and center made by a Soldier
Purple Heart reminder
Commitment
Mission Control
The Soldier taking whole
The Battlefield
Point of circumstance
Situation at hand
Ammunition response
Music extending in the distance
A soldier’s life cut short in an instance
The aftermath
A final salute and departure
Every effort that was made
Fulfillment of service
Drum roll honor
Salute
ROCK'N ROLL backbeat dance treat
Neon haze on cobblestone nights,
whispers ride on the southern moonlight.
Shadows dance in the lamplight’s gleam,
bourbon burns, but so do my dreams.
There's a preacher on the corner,
selling sinners one last prayer.
But the devil’s got a table,
and he’s pulling up a chair.
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise.
The river hums a lonesome tune,
trumpets wail under a voodoo moon.
Cards fall fast in the gambler’s hand,
love’s for sale with a one-night stand.
There's a girl in red velvet,
spilling secrets in her wine,
Says, "Boy, you best be leavin',
while the night is still alive."
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise.
Footsteps fade in the mist and rain,
the ghosts still whisper my name…
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise…
If in my beginnings I saw a photograph I saw that somethings was a mortal fact
A mortal sympathetic pack
My body sympathetic to instrumental tracks
In our relationship in our position within it
Where so relentless on the inside
My heart must beat , I didnt even have a heart
My wasnt cold my heart wasnt there
I brought my heart back to life
On a cold winter night
Sitting there right next to her
Sitting there I could feel the heart stir
And I didnt even have a heart
She didnt have to come to me in the winter night
But she was my girlfriend
Everyday of the week
In the winter bite
We plotted and we scheme to
Rob the bookstore and write all about it
Put it to music and shout it
This is Salem Oregon
From Gra Travieso in the Sae,Gran Travieso said i love you Alabama
Roll Tide
Hopin' and flyin' high
Still somethin' was amiss,
Just you know why ...
It had to end like this
Not fade away a shining star
With three million records sold,
Yet, silent fell his guitar ...
And, glasses rest infold
A sound never to be heard
Soon after that final show,
Boy, give us a clue, a word
Maybe one day we'll know
What happened that dark night
Over a quiet field of corn,
Lost in a flurry of white ...
Then found early the next morn
Ever altered by what he gave
Things change and time flies,
Rock n' roll, rant and rave
And still the music never dies.
Imagine sleeping on a roll away bed not holding steady
Overnight sleep ride
That’s what every roll away bed provides
It comes when a person turns over in twist and turn
The roll away Bed is not firm
It’s about move
You certainly wouldn’t be smooth nor soothe
You would find yourself somewhere all over the room
Travelling without ever getting up at no charge
Take it from me, I have experienced sleep being no option
Journey to anywhere within
Unplanned moment, but anticipate
The Roll away bed has the right name
There’s no telling where you will aim
Full of no sleep surprises heading for the door
Roll out definitely for sure
I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song
when Otis Redding happened to come walking along.
He said, "You watching the ships roll in?"
I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again."
He said, "That stuff's really dug by some,
but I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum."
Roll In Sin
Rulers are just straight measuring sticks
Buddy clubs and straight jackets
Ladders behaving like flowers
Black rose bush learing over the pastel shined Tulips grown
A different life green and blue
People can represent and stay true
In a suit
What is common with people that don't have the loot
What did I learn
What did I throw away
Feel value
In the works
A peckish primal poverty
Needed to outlast Trump
More than guns at the border
Respect
I impost them
The 5a.m bunny rabbit has no clue
To the price of food
Who am I praying to
Don't I need to know what it means before I try to pray
People love at first sight
Friends love me for my first dish
With my shrimp spring onion roll
This consists of medium-sized shrimps
Bacon, beans, ham, egg, cilantro, basil
And lastly it must be onion
Mix and wrap in a Shanghai roll
Deep fry till look brown and taken easy
Serve a bowl right away freely on the table
People are heartless when it's favorite
The dish is taken easy with a smile
Only gone swiftly not more than just few minutes.
there's no one around you see
it's just me and cliff
ear buds help cushion the volume
my smartphone warns me
it could damage my ears
i put it at full volume
it's 9:40pm and the family are asleep
this could go on all night
cliff said he was proud he never adopted a
hedonistic rock and roll lifestyle and never wanted
to trash a hotel room
i've just trashed the attic
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