I am the doer
What I do
Is what I am..
A statement of
Separation..
An identity
With the wave
And disregard
Of the ocean..
A beautiful story
Which may not
End..though a
Nagging desire
Tags along...
ah...the fm radios old rock
and classical stations be
my mind for the day...
then...the news cast echoes
of the dark shadows of
an all out war over...
the...whole middle east with
real possibilities that it
may include use...
of...the nuclear weaponry from
many different sources for
profits and or power...
stan sand
Nameless.
Unassigned.
Invisible.
Wanting so much,
yet fearing even more.
Too aware to pretend.
There are things
you simply cannot play.
No matter how long you practice
the art of acting.
SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS
I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes
It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises
Whether pink, black, white, or brown,
Alongside others, I never wear a frown,
Bags for every season, which allows me different disguises!
Then of course there’s shoes, but here look at the sizes,
And at the heel, not cool to tumble, there’d be reprises,
Bags and shoes must now be matching,
Message sent, prefer to be quite fetching,
My choice is dice dependant, and how everyone surmises!
TAGS
TV tells the stories that connect us,
Get the benefits you deserve.
Of course, everyone knows
There is nothing worse than dingy clothes.
Open a bottle of pop
And you open happiness.
It’s amazing what you’re capable of.
A diamond says love.
We’re going to make the world skinny
One slap at a time.
Take a fruit break.
Never give up your right to be fake.
Wear your skin proudly,
Love the skin you’re in.
Your underarms are ready when you are.
Beauty is confidence,
Get the look.
Live like never before.
What’s better, less or more?
We sell fun for less,
What’s in your wallet?
Think with your mouth,
Change your life with bacon.
Nurture your nature.
Get back to normal, whatever your normal is.
You’re gonna love my nuts.
Have a happy period.
The Source, I want that.
You gotta get it to get it.
*NOTE: I take no credit for having written any of these lines, each one is a "tagline" from TV commercials. My only contribution is the order in which they appear. It is dedicated to the memory of Marshall McLuhan who stated "the media is the massage" (not a typo) and to Freddie Robinson Jr who convinced me to post it. Hope you enjoy.
i speak to inanamic object
get up and walk now
go tom to the block house
but watch out
your a ninja be smart now
wait it, aint it painted
he said yes it's kinda crazy
i used to just sit there all day and
daydream
wishing about becoming everything i seen
i can't wait to check and set the scene
im thinking damndest thing i ever seen
An icechest speaking its enticing
he said im use carrying things by the cases
and i never leaked a day in my life
and i only spilt once since they built me
im serious he stole beer from me im furious
well tom report to me as soon as you handle business
u seem serious son, you've peeked my interest
he's like well sit here for a second be back in minute
im so high off the thought of just walking
here i go floating gentle as brreeze as gradual as a slope
whoa hold up i know her i recognixze that ass man
Thats Jazimine she used to sit on me every saturday
well hell all of a sudden im feeling lucky
but he trust me and i got a job to do
then i hear a voice saying now u got 2
what ever the order just take a pick
he said when i was created
I heard a voice saying always make a piece ass wait on me
he sits then stands
then sits and stands again
car tag renewal
This a test I see?
My skills on the line this time,
The “King” has chosen.
New kid on the block,
Now called the prince of Haiku,
I accept and kneel.
The day almost done,
As light surrenders to night,
The pressure rises.
Palms soaked pure sweat drips,
The quill trembles in my grasp.
Must not disappoint.
What style to complete,
Must dazzle King of Haiku.
Choka a challenge.
Must follow his steps.
For you my King a tough choice
You’re prince will perform.
My note now complete,
The task to choose the victim.
Search for souls to tag,
My eyes burrow deep,
Carolyn Devonshire.
Tag your it my dear!
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/20/09
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*I couldn't resist Carolyn. Your such a good friend in so short of time. :-)
The pigeon arrived,
With rays of the morning sun;
Amongst dew's first kiss.
A pleasant morning,
Full of splendorous brisk air;
Magnificent bliss.
Word from my steward,
Graces the rolled parchment scroll;
My torch has been lit.
Ruben sent his note,
Expressing that he tagged me;
And now I am it.
With my royal pen,
I ponder the soul I’ll tag;
As the day unfolds.
The Queen of Footle..?
Perhaps not, she’s been away;
Who will I bestow..?
I search my minds eye,
Eating my cluster of grapes;
Before I address.
Selecting the man,
Known as the Prince of Haiku;
Nathan Bane Leccese.
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* Nathan, you are it!
It’s another day in paradise; and the girls are oh so fine
It’s another day in paradise; and I’m in the welfare line.
There’s no bread up in my cupboards; and my peanut butters dry;
There’s no bread now in my pockets; and my woman’s with some guy.
I no longer smoke; but my girl she smokes in bed;
The doctor says that’s just as bad; and I could wind up dead.
My baby doesn’t know me; she says I’m not her dad.
And her mother talks about me; she claims that I’m just bad.
It’s another day in paradise; and the frost has killed my plants;
And my sugar got invaded; by a colony of ant’s.
There’s nothing in my coffee pot; there’s nothing in my fridge;
And my girl says I should jump with her; off the San Mateo Bridge.
Heaven help me someone; my set is analog;
And the leash I have is broken; that I used to walk the dog.
Isn’t life just wonderful; isn’t life just grand;
Maybe I should play kazoo; in some wash tub band.
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