I sat next the guy who sat to that"ole Gal"
that night that they talked it over.
Over and Over again
they talked about it.
I heard words of love
and endearing concerns.
They talked about everything
from frustations to ferns
they spoke of the need to understand
and a bneed to know more
one things for sure
they talked it out.
See what is worth mentioning
in all this constant tentioning
were it needed explaination
it turned up straightened
they talked it over
they talked it over
so that all could understand
hold on Mister
the lady has a point
stand up for
yourself
get out in front
don't hide behind your woman
her needs have been addressed
you got the first part
now lt's finsh this rest
the contract is negocated
so to all concerned
we have one signuture
it's the other parties turn
there it
we should all stand and appluad
thank you all for your
pateince
now lets thank the LOrd!
Searching for that superfine llove
see thats the way it's gotta be
me for you
you for me
what creates night
nights full of roamnce
lovers all around us
a place for us to dance
what suited best
and dressed for impression
ah night for lovers
anwsered and questioned
Cupid put the bow to the chello
stummed ah tune for you and me
sweet kisses
me yourr fellow
I'm in love
say your in love with me
sappy sweet full of jestures
Lovers loving
in each and every measure
That Super fine love
Is what I really need
say it love really love
and thats the way it has to be
Written By Dank and Dodoole
From Swiigg Nasty and the Real Wons
Red Shirt: TOS
A casting extra
No choice on shirt color
Hired for one episode
Studio did’nt want to pay them long term
New planet to explore
Beam down with phasers set to kill
Alien life form attacks
No chance to get off a shot
Bones declares
“He’s dead Jim!”
A red shirt met their final frontier
red aloha shirt
with polynesian motif
worn with confidence
A t-shirt you'd buy at the mall
An acrostic on it would scrawl
With re-cycle first
Re-use was then versed
Two lines more caused a small recall
You standing there looking so innocent
and sexy, biting your lip
Smiling so guile-y and your hair
Cascading around your face
Over your shoulders and styled by JBF
You standing a bit awkwardly your legs
falling from my flannel shirt
And smooth as hell, your feet up on the balls
as if in high heels
Flexing in anticipation and a devilish grin
With a "What me?" delectation
It's not a skirt it's my flannel shirt
And you with your post coital giggle
A splash of bawdy and a hint of naughty
and looking muy caliente
With my eyes I take you in as you take
my breath away
A wall of heat down on you bores
enervates your every pore
The fiery sun you implore
‘Who can take this anymore’
Your heart is deadened, your brain is fried
There’s not enough fresh air to sigh
Wring the sweat out of your shirt
Hide your body’s baked-in dirt
But check outside, just in case
Hey, what’s this your arms embrace
Drops of rain now splash your cheek
A fresh wind blows from mountain’s peak
A moment ago you’d surrendered
Thanks to Heaven need be rendered
Shirt collars
This old man, how weak his voice
he should not be in front leading the charge
winning a war for the righteous
His work is done
He can sit in the garden of peace and think
of how to re-design the shirt for those
like Iranian politicians, not wearing a tie
as a statement, they reject the western values
An election in a country where politicians
follow the same rule, there cannot be a change
unless by a bloody revolution
He can also think that without the freedom
of expression, there can be no democracy
He can also, while having the time to think
regret that he often ignored the truth for
the sake of political advance
at that point, he can become a philosophical
and say weighty things like:
Truth is the ability to survive!
He will call his biographer to put his insight
in the forthcoming book.
Reading this, a funny thought runs
Riot, mischief in mind at once:
I’ll go shirt on and shoes,
No pants, they can’t refuse….
Sure, the hotel served— court summons!
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Limerick |04.05.2024| laughter
Poet’s note: ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service’, a man sees this notice at a hotel restaurant entrance and his mind runs riot… When caught, he is dragged to court which serves him summons.
when we took off shirt
we had to be on alert
sun caused skin to hurt
in wheel missing cog
Trump had been an under dog
brain like lump on log
never will want here
hope that he does disappear
part of a bum steer
could tell by the thunder
a bus Trump was caught under
one more big blunder
will commit a crime
Trump never has been on time
did write a poor rhyme
Trump had day in court
missed paying his child support
sold all of us short
has been a real pill
when Trump wiil veto bill
head hit window cill
Trump in each essence
never had any pleasance
mangled many pheasants
opponents strangle
many deals Trump will wrangle
things together tangle
Trump did tare his shirt
He has put us on alert
put his hand up skirt
I've seen what you'll never see
I did what you dare not do
I hear what can't be heard
I know the knowledge unknown
I've been to the abyss
I lived many lives
I kissed death twice
I felt the slightest touch
I've swored past the limit
I tagged the rock at bottom
I've cried a river
I blead a pool
I carried the world
I thought the unthinkable
I've tasted the forbidden
I had it all
I've lost it all
I've sacrificed everything
I loved the unlovable
I've tried the hardest
I lifted many spirits
I believed the lies
I've righted the wrong
I've blessed the cursed
I shot the best
I ate the rest
I've saved us all
I've damned us all
I am who you dare not be
I've done what was Destined of me
I gave you everything
I hope you seen what you came to see
And this is all that's left of me
I've been there
I've done that
I mop the floor every night at the local convenience store.
Graveyard shift.
A teenage girl walks in wearing a Nirvana t-shirt.
She’s pretty ... and she gives me a headache.
A James Bond 007 guitar riff. Then the drums kick in. I can see the MTV video.
Cheerleaders.
The kids.
Mosh pit.
I'm spinning. ...
And I'm 17 and I am 50.
I am Generation X.
I am the mop and the bucket, and they are me.
I am Tony De La Rosa.
the button down shirt
crisply pressed and impressive -
backwards, inside-out
Wrinkle, wrinkle, dress white shirt,
stains are gone; it’s rid of dirt.
But the crumpled, rumpled look
needs some shaking, so I shook.
How to iron, I did not learn.
If I tried, your shirt might burn;
wear a jacket, do not fret.
Wrinkles vanish when you sweat.
When you take it off, with care
hang it up, the hanger’s there.
That should keep it wrinkle-free;
if it stinks, spray with DEGREE.
May 6, 2023
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