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LIVING IN TEXAS

LIVING IN TEXAS
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In Texas, where cowboys roam free,
we’re born with big hearts, you see.
     With BBQ extraordinair
     and boots beyond compare,
We’re proud of our roots, yippee-ki-yay, whee!

With chili quite spicy and bold,
and tales of the wild west retold,
     I’ll spin you a yarn,
     'Neath the Texas dawn,
For this native blood never grows cold!

From Amarillo to San Antone,
I shout, “Yeehaw!” in a twang all my own.
     with chili so hot,
     and a big ol’ pot,
of sweet tea that chills to the bone.

The Texas armadillos all cheer,
for the BBQ smoke draws them near.
     With ribs piled knee high,
     they simply cannot deny,
Life in Texas is the best—let’s be clear!

Costa Del Essex?

Their ma & pa were Eastenders 

Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz

Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel

Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz


Dimwits just going on benders

Bawdy tawdry mockney skits

Gits getting off their t*ts

Twits showing off their bits

Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout

All about the clout of gaudy glitz


Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags

Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto

Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags

Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto


Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags

Nags of WAGS made up to the nines

Brag after cocaine lines did blag

One snag..look like a dag in drag


All from the fashion label stable

No restraint.. cannot refrain

Grandstand the brands fable 

Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa

With a Pierre Cardin Jardin

Taint just like they do in Spain


Sex..success…the way you dress

Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz

Gilded specs and builded pecs


Greed and that need to impress

Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell 

That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX

The Red Eyed Stranger El Alborotado

Written By:
Traducir Al Spaniel'
A.K.A El Alborotado
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To support all of this emotion
to take everything in stride
to up lift to and to encourage
put all that doubt and envy aside
how can go on saying
when so many want me o fail
hold my head up and keep on stibing
hoping one day I would prevail
Keep me grooving to the music
gone darling do your thang
breakfast was so delicious
Darling you treat me like a King
about yesterday I apologize
but don't keep doing that sorta thing

Your Ole man
started hushing
stopped talking when I came around
he get up when I started sitting
acting like he didn't want me around
 his actions both subtle and overt
had an impact on everything
made me feel like ah fifth wheel
put a dark cloud on everything
got mad and started cussin
that's not a nice or respectful thing
got in the way of our performance
putting a damper on everything
now I'm ah red eyed stranger
a tear drop fell in my beer
all that cussin and fussin
is such annoyance
it put's ah damper on everything

ECHOES OF THE LAKE

Trumpet-like lilies by the lake
preen for the flamboyant flamingo,
sifting through the murky waters,
searching for algae and shrimp
where crawdads click and clatter.

While silvery fish glide stealthily
leaving barely a ripple behind,
a chorus of frogs’ croaks
echo like the whining twang
of a plucked banjo string.

Dragonflies skim the water’s surface
as their translucent wings shimmer
like gems in the sunlight,
dart about the amaranth lilies
waltzing in the summertime breeze.

The Stuff They Said To Me

“Uncle Celery, Uncle Celery, is chopping all those veggies,”
my impish nieces and nephew who copycat my voice,
and other hand gestures or mannerisms known to me and others,
how they used to ape that voice of mine with their American twang,
 “Celery, do you love us for real, will you be our teacher when we’re grown,”
I, Howard, replied that it would be a delightful honour,
“Celery, are you having a fun time with us at all,” 
I answered; “every day is a fun day when we’re together,”
one relative blushed: “never  mind the mushy stuff, never mind the mush,
It’s not so you’re never, ever going to meet us again.”

how you wont speak again

beyond me, another poem
fluctuating earring
out of style
has to buy me
playing missing nightstands
till the songs pass us goodnights
circling memories up stairs
swimming in stands
never giving up floors
she's tangled twice
he'd paint her nervous twang
beginnings in shorts
dancing cornered
steady gone, one more block
come with her, next time

Taylor Swifts' Chaotic Jubilation

She's strutting down the neon streets,
With a smile that the world can't beat.
Glitter rains from every note,
Catching fire in her velvet coat.

Crowds roar wild, the beat won't slow,
She's the spark that sets the show.
Dizzy lights and hearts that sway,
In her name, the night's in play.

Gold confetti, fame untamed,
A legacy with joy proclaimed.
Her tunes, they crash, a tidal wave,
On the stage, she's bold, she's brave.

In chaotic bliss, she spins so free,
A dance with fate, her jubilee.
From country twang to pop-star's crown,
Swift's the queen, and never down.

Ode to the Three-Minute Poem Plop

In the study, bright and sunny,
I thought I'd try something funny.
Three minutes, that's all I need I cried,
As I set my timer, pen and paper aside.

I brewed my thoughts, to nice and hot,
Clicked the timer, it proclaimed a plop.
The words danced, swirled in a muse ballet,
Melding to a happenstance touche.

But, soon my thoughts began to drift,
To coffee and toast, as a hunger twang miffed.
I'm way ahead with my word play draft,
Surely there's time to pause my craft.

Suddenly the timer beeped, too late it cried.
My poem lay there soft, with runny white inside.
Just like a par boiled egg, it was yucky, half-done.
Poems like eggs, need full time run, to be finespun.

Never take my free or dumb

The shadows are moving in my head
Spac img o ut wor ds to make them sound adding the surb
Leant easy with then into
Greekly high V the perfect
X marks the spot
Where sparrows captains run in
Free and dumb to
an Australian twang
One of rays best moves
Huge Jack man
Was reemed by
Wolf whistler but only to
Where wolves there
There
Wo. Sheep lf clothing
Would be a good brand
Fan of every tastic
Full of every awe and wander
Made you say aww twice
Wonder if the wander is wrong
Let me spond spond
Appreciate the un
Stood
Under
The see
Who sees the pictures in my head
Is the narrator me
Who else am I talking
Never believed in unbelievable
Knighted all my deals
Angered every strain
We the ird
Mega with an ooh
Better
Alps haa haa
arrange every re
Elooongated should be
Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Weight got to go
Sea ewe sooon

Guitarists' Language

I tell you my secrets through the hums
Of buzzing, stringed bees
The rumblings of my thumb
I pretend to play it all with ease

My memories seem to wane
But my fingers know their place
A screech, a murmur, a twang
Suffocating, sweet, in our airy space

What words I cannot find,
What I cannot seem to say,
Are the things I hope remind
Us of the songs that make us sway

Mahogany and copper speak
In softer languages than I ever could
So I’ll strum until my wrist is weak
Until we’ve both been understood

Banjo man

                   Banjo man 
     
      I'm a banjo man 
      In banjo van
      Around the town 
           I play 
       Picking strings 
       Singing things 
       In my banjo way 

     I play so fast 
     The strings go twang
     Sometimes they even snap 
     But I just chuckle
        As I play 
     Cause I's a banjo chap 

    I once was in a dueling fight 
    I played but I forgot 
    The strings I played 
    Began to glow
    And the banjo got quite hot 

    I threw it down 
    And watched it burn 
    The devil came to see 
    I think you're great
    Old banjo man 
   And new one gave to me 

   Now when I play
   The strings stay cool
   And people shout and cheer 
   I sing all day in Freddie bar 
   And drink a pint of  beer
 
    I have travelled 
    Round the world
    I've even got a tan 
    So come and see anytime
    Your friend the banjo man

Jews Harp Twang

there is something about 
the simplistic shape of a conundrum
an ancient voice in modern mouth
in cartloads for the few to quell
where ice finding comfort in flames
many a throat bending breath
singing like electric birds of paradise
fully charged and chirping
hum and twang and cooing purr
songbirds, my blackened raven
thaw from towers, steel beauty, caw 
across tropics, canopies and solitudes
sweet openings to a midnight's play
oh warm to my lips, my songbird, warm
we fill each other, marry

Jaw Harp

beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love
an instrument whose song comes from within
a pluck, the kiss upon the lips
my meditation, a distant lawn mowing
bring me syllables served in porcelain cups
and the shaman knew its cosmic worth
a healing voice like a Tuvan’s throat
deep flames that crackle in the hearth
or further down to magma’s note
the twang, its cry articulates
with the warming drizzle of chocolate

True of Country Magic

Oft’ the person remembered by a song.
Short trip to the base, in the come along.

Don’t know much about the driver,
(We were bound with military fiber…)

but the cool-cassette-high in the carpool.
(Solo was free, paid for the fuel)

A country song, so sad my heart thrums -
Kenny Rogers, his “Lucille”, marriage outcomes…

The lyrics of grim, delightfully illumined my brain.
True of Country magic and its complaining refrain.

I can hear the twang, though separated by years.
The refrain from the man broken, small & in tears.

Lucille’s conquest couldn’t get going aft’ the outburst.
Their time together, though kissed by whisky, cursed.

I think the driver was Glen. Don’t remember much,
but the lingering song - and the get along crutch.

7/3/2023

Sibby Gibbydoba Dew He's Ah Silly Ole Fool

much of the same
but why complain
at least I know
whats going on
what is this
I must have missed
let me check to
see whats wrong
a simple thing
that aint strange
let me swibb the
goffle goofy gone
it's all right
know need to fright
I fixed what was wrong

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she took sum thyme
to try to find
that little twang
that was missing
we celebrated
her success
i fell in love
when we started kissing
do we get alone
to get it wrong
so we can
find away to be together?
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got a thang for the
lady
Some say it's crazy
I just know aint knowthing wrong
Sing ah-far-le dew
she wink's
and i wink too
tell me what's
ah fella to do
but groove along
is it a smile
that causes the sincation
or a kiss that
makes sense of
why we are dating
aint know jive
talking in this song
love it when we groovin
we start to dance
yeah we're groovin
Baby beleive
aint nothing wrong

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