A dog's job is to foes terrify,
Actors of scary films horrify,
The police a rogue identify,
Insurance firms one indemnify...
Science would laymen's claims verify,
Panels rigged elections nullify,
Microscopes to microbes magnify,
Deodorants to bad air purify.
Witnesses in courts to testify,
A counsel to trial judge mollify,
Big stereos to music amplify;
Flowers one's surroundings beautify...
The Angels Lord God glorify,
Nudists the public mortify!
Categories:
stereos, allusion, community, creation, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
We grew our hair down to our shoulders
Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards
Turned up our noses at those who were older
'Cos we were so hip, so freaky, so weird
Revved up our stereos, going stone-deaf
Dropped pill after pill, of common sense bereft
Wore psychedelic threads to match our psychedelic brains
We thought ourselves 'free,' but we were really in chains
Don't ask me if the Sixties were 'wonderful years!'
~ Just leave me alone with my cigars and my beer
Categories:
stereos, america, drink, drug, fashion,
Form: Rhyme
The tiger shark had a good twenty more years of living to do.
Of living to do, of living to do! (This is the refrain). Refrain from singing it.
But because she eats everything she sees, the tiger shark died today.
Refrain:
She died today, she died today, the Tiger Shark, she died today.
Great singing!
It is your fault and mine. Yes,
we are to blame if we ever tossed a cup into the sea.
If we ever dropped our phone or wallet in the ocean.
If we ever lost our child on a shore line.
Because the tiger shark has no filter.
Everything goes in – TVs, stereos, horses. Everything.
Refrain:
Poor tiger shark, poor tiger shark. It is our fault! It is our fault!
Note: If you personally have been polluting the water,
you need to change that last refrain to:
Refrain:
Poor tiger shark, poor tiger shark. It is my fault! It is my fault!
Still on board here?
Why do we allow pollution? Why do we allow people to litter our beaches?
Who is going to step up?
Refrain:
A tiger shark is dead. A young one too. Dead because of me and you.
Great singing!
Now, a little more action please.
Categories:
stereos, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Free verse
The hot and packed train is our daily routine,
The suited grey workers completing the scene,
Ruefully contemplating their daily grind,
With blank and grey faces and blank and grey minds.
Around in the carriage you hear the feint sounds,
Of headphones and stereos dotted around,
A lone woman's voice can be heard down the aisle,
As she loudly makes statements into her mobile.
Though seemingly aimed at her friend on the phone,
Her statements are delivered in a loud forceful tone,
Whilst apparently seeking a work task progressed,
She is keen that the carriage are suitably impressed.
And sat in the corner alone sits a man,
Who's starting his day with his second beer can,
A woman is reading a dubious book,
whilst people around her give her dubious looks.
The sights and the sounds and the faces of grey,
Repeated relentlessly day after day,
As much of a trap as your mobile or suit,
Is the daily routine of the daily commute.
Categories:
stereos, depression, people, travel, work,
Form: Blank verse
It’s that time of year again
when lights are strung, wreaths are hung
and glass balls in every color and shape dangle,
sparkling from evergreen branches
in homes, displayed in front windows
with plastic Santas, (some waving)
standing in Styrofoam snow
for all who pass to see
Department stores are all a shimmer
with sweaters and mittens
lining shelves in themes of red and green,
as illumined reindeer hover overhead
the frantic shopping crowds while
sales clerks wear red pointed hats
with white furry balls atop
City streets are draped in
silver and gold glistening garland,
offering season’s greetings
as even traffic lights seem festive
with “Jingle Bells” blaring from
car stereos through open windows
inviting the cold air in
And I chuckle,
not in a bad way, perhaps in a selfish way
for you see, I know that this is me,
no matter what time of the year it is
because my heart is decorated
with the most beautiful ornament
I could ever find…your love
And every day is Christmas to me…
Written for The Heart of Christmas poetry contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Categories:
stereos, christmas, love,
Form: Free verse
A new soundtrack that you could listen
A type of music that keeps you moving.
Giving you a new taste of culture,
Put the stereos on and fly like a vulture.
It’s beat that is similar like before
A melody you could sing forevermore
Cool sound guitars and dubstep
Bringing music on another huge step.
Welcome to Pop World!
Catchy lyrics and funny words
Represents a new era of beat
It always keeps you on your feet.
Variety of taste and attack of song.
Incredible music and new songs
We could sing it for the whole night long
Pop music can never be so wrong.
Categories:
stereos, music,
Form: Rhyme
I live on the fabled
Lower East Side
Spanish people hanging out
and playing dominoes for money
Children playing ball
in the schoolyard
An Orthodox man
complete with black hat
ambles past the House of Sages
A young Chinese couple
passes by
They look like they are in love
From my apartment I see
light from other apartments
where the people in those apartments
are living the Lower East Side lifestyle
As I ride on the bus
I note people crossing themselves
when they pass the Roman Catholic church
I hear music coming from car stereos
In the park squirrels scurry up trees
A small sparrow
stops momentarily
to eat a piece of food
then flies off into
one of the trees
which is growing in the park
in this most urban of neighborhoods
Categories:
stereos, city, urban,
Form: Ballade
Grace,this word i so much cherish.
Filled so mightily my tender heart,your love,that i feel so feverish.
Like the sun that rise above all lights.
You cause me blind to all lady sights.
So natural like the single rain slowly falling droplets.
Your bosom, my only Love inlet.
The waterfalls descends so peacefully.
Your arms you never seize to open to me,so widely.
Sssh!whispers of yesterday echoing in the stereos of my heart.
Tip,tump pum!my heart beats along with so much fright.
So firmly closed the eyes of my heart to this whisperings.
For the painful memories of yesterday are strongly piercing.
Crack!the joy brought to the hen,the promise of a new life.
You,erasing every painful memory of a wife.
Categories:
stereos, africa,
Form: Rhyme
When I entered I wondered what I'd find
So much to look at sitting on the shelves
Perhaps if I'm lucky fate will be kind
There are some post cards with pictures of Elves
Stereos, jewelry, tools and guitars
So much to look at sitting on the shelves
I pick up a cap with a metal star
Hidden amongst all of these many things
Stereos, jewelry, tools and guitars
On each side of the star there are gold wings
I'm amazed at this treasure I have found
Hidden amongst all of these many things
I've searched for days I have looked all around
I'm amazed at this treasure I have found
When I entered I wondered what I'd find
It seems I've been lucky fate has been kind
At The Pawn shop Contest
Modified Terzanelle to stay in line limit for contest.
Categories:
stereos, places, simple,
Form: Terzanelle
tall gorgeous lighted christmas trees
elegant crystal ornaments big enough for all to see
shiny red santa, bows of silk, golden tinsel and silver bells
bright stars, mistletoe and tree toppers, all of this sells
leather purses, fluffy white sweaters, mittens and jewelry sets
perfume, scarves and trinket boxes, but everyone forgets
dolls, toy cars, puzzles and bikes
everything a child wants and likes
tools, stereos, radios and grills
shoes, wallets OH! what thrills
we get what we ask for and then some more
but lets not forget what christmas stands for
tall gorgeous lighted beams of light
elegant, singing angels oh what a sight
shining stars on a cold winters night
bundled up in his mothers arms safely
had you remembered any of this lately?
our lord was born on this day
that is why we celebrate and pray
Merry Christmas to all and lets remember....
Categories:
stereos, devotion, education, holidaychristmas, christmas,
Form: I do not know?
Do you remember the song
The one
From the time
When we were young,
and so was the night
That echoed from our stereos,
We used to lay in a bed of sand
Under a chandelier of stars
hand in hand
Your face
Under the beautiful pale glow
Glistened
You know you were the
the lighthouse to MY heart
During a time
in my developing years, when things seemed dark
Do you remember that the long strands of grass
That seemed to stretch and sway
How your love seemed to take me away,
Ocean birds scuttled across the shore, and the seagulls soared
Whispering secrets, giggling and Hiccups
Lost into the mist
First love,
Is the essence of Innocence.
Do you remember the song?
The one we would play when we were young
When we believed we were untouchable, jesus we were so strong.
When Faith in love, brought forth the courage
To make believe we were gods
No matter, together we would face the odds.
I remember the song,
But sometimes, you gotta face the dawn.
And the tumultuous
Ocean can have an agenda of its own
Sometimes, You have to change the radio station
and find another song.
Categories:
stereos, hope, imagination, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Bloods, Crips, Kings
Brothers by oppression
yet the sight of colors
can bring on war
While blasting angry
voices through stereos
KILL
KILL
KILL
Beautiful women
Innocent children
lose Father, Sons, Brothers
Future teachers and coaches
of our community under
mind control
These young kamikazes
used to be power rangers
lovers
Now they hold techs
without fear
Batman was their hero
Now the almighty dolla
has them blind
Bloods, Crips, Kings
Brothers by oppression
Categories:
stereos, angst, black african american,
Form: I do not know?
We lay watch dogs down into
The center of society
Anticipating explosions in the horizon
Refusing to acknowledge the bomb
Clutched firmly in our sweaty hands
We
We
We
Are so busy focusing
Outside of the looking glass
Preening our feathers and cocking our guns
What exactly are we looking for?
Peering past the homeless, the children
Illiterate people squinting past the stop signs
The hustlers, babies in gangster uniforms
Beaches receding like the hairline on the Statue of Liberty
Our way of thinking
Is getting old
Textbooks used as decorations
Knowledge chokes on itself
Masters dripping profanity
From the urban streets
College board refuses to look past
Test scores and Congress
Denies
The abilities to suspend
Disbelief
Ghetto
Stereos blast unseemly
Prophecies
That we are clamoring to fulfill
America invented the business of
Selling and buying souls
Creating a Monster
The country of vanity and self-inflated egos
Unable to stop ourselves
From creating our own
Tragedies
Categories:
stereos, social, urban,
Form: Free verse
(This is a fictional poem)
You used my credit cards to buy stereos, 4 wheelers, motorcycles and even a car.
I owe a ton of money because of your sorry ###, this time you've gone too far.
I told you that you could use one of my cards in an emergency but you maxed
them all out on the internet.
When I made you eat horse manure and crammed a bird's nest up your ###, it
was something you began to regret.
The buzzard saw her nest sticking out of your ### and she landed on your head.
I thought you'd take it like a man but you cried like a little girl instead.
That buzzard pecked out your eyes and #### in your hair.
I video taped it and showed it to your fiance who wasn't there.
When she saw it, she dumped you on the same day the two of you were going to
get hitched.
I learned that the stuff you bought couldn't go back because you gave it away and
I called you a son of a #####.
Your mama got mad because she heard me call you an S.O.B.
She grabbed me by the throat and beat the crap out of me.
When I pay those credit card bills and my hospital bill, I'll be a very poor man.
As soon as I get out of this hospital, I'm going to get as far away from you two as I
can.
Categories:
stereos, angst, funny, wife, me,
Form: I do not know?