Ventriloquist
It’s just creepy noises.
Turn out the lights before bed.
Maybe it’s a curse.
A scary doll going berserk.
Coming alive.
Moving its eyes.
Looks so real.
Someone made a deal.
The doll comes alive.
Don’t be afraid you might die.
Look under the bed.
It’s just a nightmare in red.
Someone opened the box.
A ventriloquist can talk.
A puppet with no strings.
It’s only a bad dream.
Every doll has a story.
Call out their name, it’s gorry.
Blood runs down the mirror.
Don’t hold on to the fear.
Check into a hotel if you dare.
Don’t be scared.
Dead silence 1941.
Your next, there is no place to run.
A creepy doll lives in your closet.
Take it to the grave because you must bury it.
It lives through your screams.
It survives through your dreams.
Do you feel the need for love and romance?
Option number one: dinner and a dance.
Chill at home with Netflix and a hot date.
Turn out the lights and make out till late.
Option number two: gifts galore.
Remember the one you'll always adore.
Love at first sight and your heart is pounding;
Once you're with that special one, it's totally astounding.
Valentine's Day is here with flowers, candy, and doves;
Every single person needs somebody to love.
I hope your day is filled with excitement and delight,
And wish you a happy Valentine's Day and night.
The line between brilliant consciousness
And the darkness of oblivion
Is thin, is faint.
The physical is simply a host;
But does it contain a ghost?
Why are we here?
What we do,
Does it have any effect on, who are you?
And what about when we are not?
We are but once a simple dot;
A spot stuck
To an orb with blue hue.
The light is faint;
In the large night.
What about when we are not?
Into the darkness do we go?
Or is it dawn
At the start of night?
Vanish into the air
With a flutter of the eyes.
Up into the skies?
Those must all be lies,
Where to when we rise into flight?
Once that light comes;
Once it will go.
It should not be so,
That it would depart
And leave no glow.
Is it a portal?
Or does a shuddering rhythm;
A reluctant silence turn out the lights.
Such a small change in the end;
Were we ever here?
No one will ever know,
Where we will go.
The battles we fought.
The laughs that echoed around,
The smiles brought from somewhere beyond the sound.
Who will know?
No you and I;
Perhaps the sky.
Lock the doors,
pull the shades,
close the blinds and
draw the curtains.
Hide the kids
in the tub,
turn out the lights,
do not breathe
and be
very, very quiet.
Up the street
comes a neighbor
holding a
brown paper bag.
Zucchini...By Charlie Knowlton.
Let’s bring back those “Good old days”
Claim it’s for the best
Give everyone a washing bin
Lye soap and scrubbing board
Hang the clothes on a ‘clothes line”
Outside to let them dry
Bring back the “in ground” compost bin
Metal cans of un-bagged trash
Leave the mice and rats alone
They have a “lobby” of their own
Buy your groceries every day
In bags for which you have to pay
You’ll be in bed by ten at night
Cuz that’s when they’ll turn out the lights
So go ahead, I dare ya, Tweet it
They serve us CROW knowing we’ll eat it
John g. Lawless
©5/10/2023
You starred in "The Visitation" which was an episode of Doctor Who.
Your life ended thirty years ago today on December the 11th of 1992.
You died two weeks before Christmas Day.
You were sixty-two when you passed away.
You were a very talented British actor but your death ended your career.
Time sure does fly, it doesn't seem like you've been dead for thirty years.
You starred in every season of "On The Buses" except for the final season.
I don't know why you decided to quit but you must have had a good reason.
You guest-starred in "One Foot In The Grave" and "Turn Out The Lights".
You also guest-starred in "The Count Of Monte Cristo" and "First Night".
You chose not to be buried, you were cremated.
When you died, all of your fans were devastated.
You died thirty years ago today and your wife died on December the 7th of 2011.
You entertained people for many years and then you went to Heaven.
[Dedicated to Michael Robbins (1930-1992) who died on December 11, 1992]
I want to see the clash of the classes
The dichotomy between the debutantes and the downtrodden
wallow in the welfare
scream at those who don't care
soak up society
revel in the rivalry
step on the suited
smile at the smart
vilify the antagonists
snore at the soporifics
bleed in the gutter
be saved by another
turn out the lights
smile at the night
experience the extremes
of a midnight's dream
By Robert McDermott
So silly we are –
We, the races of peoples...
seeking what is already
found, apparent: Dark Matter?
Turn out the lights. God? See
ourselves and the vastness around
us, both near and far. Nothing
is missing but our own explanation –
learn ourselves
and meet a universe....
I can't change the world make the bad things good
but baby I can love you and I will, I will
Life is short but we are young
let's enjoy living with some fun
If all we do is scream and shout
be depress and live with doubt
Is that living and for how long
give me a night of love and song
and baby I can love you and I will, I will
The world will still be here tomorrow
with all the headlines of troubles and sorrow
It's no good being upset and mad
dragging yourself down into deep sad
You are pretty and that makes me so glad
baby I can love you and I will, I will
Hold me tight, love me strong
kiss me tenderly and long
Thrill me with your touch
turn out the lights no rush
Baby, sweet baby please love me as much
for baby I love you and I always will
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake......
WHAT are you thinking...
telling me stuff like that
just before you tuck me in
and turn out the lights?
Whadda-ya-mean IF? IF?
I should .....D I E.....
Get back in here
get me a night light,
some demon repellent.
Tell the Lord to keep
his mitts offa my soul.
Ain't sleepin'
not tonight....not ever
Where can i hide my soul.
Damn....I don't even know
what a soul looks like.
Where can I hide?
Under the bed
in the closet....too easy.
Maybe...YEAH...
LAMPSHADE HAT...
HOLDING BULB...
John G. Lawless
1/24/2021
Now I lay Me Down to Sleep Poetry Contest
I like the foggy winter evenings,
Where I find,
The sweetest memories of you.
I hear your voice,
Again and again;
In the sound of slowly falling fog.
I draw your pictures,
In the sky,
Shining with twinkling stars.
In every winter evening,
Sitting near the window,
I stare at the sky;
Until midnight.
When the whole world sleep,
I feel the calmness of the sky.
I recall the memories of the past.
That turn the darkness into light,
That make everything alright.
Whenever I needed you,
Your were there.
You picked me up,
When I was down.
You gave me strength,
When I was at my lowest.
You chased all my doubts always,
You turned my life around,
A blessing is what you are to me.
I wanna let the whole world to know it;
That,
Every night..
When I turn out the lights,
I see you shining somewhere in the dark.
He told her....this way...
Don't say a word....
Just turn out the lights
I don't think I need to hear
What's kept you out all night
So, save your breath
Save that perfect alibi...
No, I won't ask you questions
And you won't have to lie
Chorus:
You won't have to lie
In my arms...anymore
And you don't have to cry
'Cause we've been there before
I don't need an explanation
Just say the word, goodbye
And I won't ask you questions
And you won't have to lie
Don't look surprised....
Did you think I couldn't see
Another lover in your eyes
When you were holding me
I'm all out of trust...
Let me keep my wounded pride
And I won't ask you questions
And you won't have to lie
Repeat chorus and tag
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Tyrone and the Black Dog
Tyrone was a young man;
He wanted to have fun.
He was from a seedy part of town;
But he didn’t own a gun.
"Black dog quit your growling,
Don’t come around here anymore.
I got no use for black dogs,
Quit scratching at my door".
Tyrone could throw a football;
Best in all the land.
They promised him a scholarship
And a bucket load of fans.
Black dog he comes creeping,
When they turn out the lights;
And for a Girl named Brenda
Tyrone decides to fight.
Nobody knows who fired the shot;
But oh, his Momma Cried.
When the hopes of all a family.
Fell in the dirt and died.
Children killing children;
It has gone on way to long;
"Black dog what’s your purpose?
Everybody knows you’re wrong".
Two wrongs don’t make nothing right
Two lying wet eyes
make me wanna turn out the lights,
and turn my back on you at night
One vow should mean everything you say
Zero tolerance
is the cure medicine
my heart doctor told me to take everyday
Pulse palpitations come,
and beat murmurs they go
But the pulmonary remedy
always gotta be
ZT pharmaceutical
Now you can take it or leave it,
that’s your choice to accept or refuse
Baby, the door swing both ways —
either you abide by the rules or move
I advise you to dry exhale on ten,
as your lit fuse begin to countdown sizzle
Don’t let the misplaced anger win ...
take a cold shower, to let the hot ire fizzle
Pulse palpitations come,
and beat murmurs they go
But the pulmonary remedy
always gotta be
ZT pharmaceutical
One vow should cover all things you pray
Zero sob explanations
is the pharmaceutical remedy
you mute need to wipe the guilt pain away
Make forgiveness be my zero reject option;
amend your cheating ways,
put your illegitimate fears up for adoption
Toss the ZT pharmaceutical bottle away,
no chase the rabbit
Kick that old habit
of repeatedly falling to temptation today
The moon shines down on a dune
Where a wolf has started to croon
For a female fights
To turn out the lights
Which are known to wrinkle a prune!
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