Mary had a little lamb
To her it looked so nice
But when she cooked it with some ham
It tasted twice as nice
Aine, Irish faerie from Glaslough listened to butterfly’s advice.
Sage, solid, sassy, and succulent as always, and twice as nice.
It set the mood for the St. Patrick’s Day parade.
I am a white man white
When I speak white words come out
I wear white suits to confuse you
And as camouflage in a crowd to lose you
I come in three colors
All of them are white
They are as follows:
White, whiter and sunlight
Mirrors reflect my state of mind
But not my color, which is mine
If I knew math I could make me twice
I could be double white
And therefore twice as nice
I was not born to mimic copy paper
Though I am as thin and just as white
I get lost in machinery and in snow storms
Not knowing which end is up
But I do know one thing. I am white
And much whiter than I was before
Wha Hoo!
My grandmother was a quiet woman.
She was not the kind, to go out often.
A church picnic, and or a family gathering,
All were just fine.
Yet, her calm demure could be disturbed.
Not easily mind you.
It took just the right … event.
A board game.
2 x 2 marbles and dice,
played with friends,
“Is twice as nice.”
She would comb back her lovely hair.
Pin it close in a bun.
Tight!...
as to not get in the way.
Her best blouse, the one with the pockets…
The one I sewed them on. (by hand when I was seven)
Plenty of room for her cigarettes and matches.
Gather together with Papa and two more,
everyone was ready to start the score.
They would play not a little,
but clear into the night.
It was a good time,
Even…when there was a fight.
The other side of hell is marriage
Poison never tasted so divine
Taken with vows of celibacy
Sleeping with the enemy is legal?
Prison is a much desired blessing
A cage is better for your protection
If you kill me I will have to die
Children pop out to make the merry merrier
It's not like murder very much
A continuation of the species seems suspicious
I love my babies and my wife to death
A crucifixion would be magic
Give me torture any time to buy a kiss
And with that I give you all my money
No deposit no return to sanity my honey bunny
The other side of hell is twice as nice
Beautiful tree of paradise,
Full of generous ginger spice.
Rainbow silence is twice as nice.
Fluttering leaves glittering twice.
Eyes gently close in this pretty place.
All consternation off her face.
Hypnotized in this reverent space.
Heartfelt love for paradise trace.
Soothing branches of paradise.
Bursting with tasty ginger spice.
Slathered with silence once or twice.
Filled with songbirds, and patted thrice.
Acapulco
I’d love to go down to the sea again,
The sea and the Holiday Inn,
Where some of the guests are awfully fat,
And others are awfully thin,
Where the average age is a hundred and four,
Give or take a year or three,
‘Cos another senior citizens’ tour
Has come to see the sea.
I’d love to go down to the sea again,
And lie on the golden sands,
And watch the dark-eyed gigolos,
As they roam around in bands,
I’d love to sit at the Patio Bar
And get ever so slightly pissed
“Have another tequila old boy ?”
“Well, one, if you insist.”
I’d love to go down to the sea again,
Where the con artiste is king
Where it only costs you an arm and a leg
For a genuine silver ring,
I’d love to go down to the sea again,
It’s the only place for me
Where it’s twice as nice
At twice the price,
Acapulco by the sea.
Valentines’ Day is bad to be on your own,
Alone and waiting by the telephone…
Lovers are seen all hanging around
Everywhere romance is to be found;
Nice to have someone to love you,
Twice as nice to give love back true!
In the morning start the day with a kiss,
Next to share breakfast together seems bliss,
Every moment united is fun,
So wonderful if you have someone.
Dogs and cats may comfort the lonely heart,
Adventures and travel fulfill in part,
Yet love is required for Valentines' to start.
Winter comes and goes each day,
Beautiful in every way.
The treetops touched with snow,
Visiible everywhere you go.
The snowman winks at the passerby,
Frosty would like them to stay awhile.
Walkways covered with snow,
You could hear the wind blow.
Skiiers zoom past,
They are skiing ever so fast.
Skaters write their story on ice,
Their beautiful costumes twice as nice.
Winter we are dressed warm,
This so that we don't cpme to any harm.
Winter ways and winter days,
Enchanting ans beautiful in every way.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
"I wanna sit down," he said
"have good cry," he continued
"and hug the world" he whispered.
Or, he pled. Or, he wishpered.
" . . . and be hugged back." he finished.
Well, some math for your wrath.
The only thing I know that doesn't
fit the paradigm of yin and yang
that give and take that we take or
leave. That know-it-all bit of simple
simplicity. Is in a hug. There, in the
hug, there is no receiver, no giver.
There is no one who is the yang one,
the yin. For each gives as each
receives. Not first this, then that.
but each with each at once.
Two at once. Twice, as nice.
So, I say.
Don't wait.
Don't pine.
Don't ache.
Don't fret.
hug the world.
in those ways that
you've for so long
rehearsed.
hug the world
plant a seed
feed one in need
hug the world
sing a song
right a wrong
hug the world
don't seethe, grieve
then dance
hug the world
share your sunlight
hug the world
bare your heartlight
hug the world
for, if you do
it must, it simply must
I mean...it's math
it must hug you back.
-ShhDragon
(for Nick D'Antoni.)
Face
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Two face be I
Two eyes I have
Right under brows
For me to browse
Twice as nice
Left and right
AAAH tee schoo
My nose thunders
My lips open and close
Like A door
My teeth is ready to bite
My cheeks go brute
I have a tongue
Which flaps up and down.
Now i m ready
To shout expression
Nano quick
No time to think
What makes
Me so angry
Face you change
For my defence.
Face you make
Two eye's to twinkle
And brows raise
My nose is volcano red
And nostrils are moist
My throat chokes
Lips you want a kiss
Or peace..
Face ..
You want to cry?
Or laugh ha-ha
Face be your best
Flitter your eye's
Glitter is better
Don't hide
Your wide smile
Go wide
Morning shine
Makes cheeks pink
Face oblige
Be nice
Face
wonderfully fabricated ..
When you change
You link a feeling
You make no mistakes
Face
Two face be I ?
Face ..
What really is
Behind you ?
He’s tired of being undercover
He swears he’ll give up his outside lover
He has a good wife
But two is twice as nice
He made a commitment to one
But the other one is so much fun
If he thought his wife had another man
That would be more than he could stand
He’s decided not to rock the boat
Or push the envelope
He’ll be true to his “I do”
And give up his outside lover
Although he enjoyed that extra butter
It’s very tricky giving gifts
‘Cause it can be a waste
If what you’ve chosen doesn’t jibe
With the receiver’s taste.
The hours you spend searching
For what they will love, you hope,
Often ends with shallow smiles
And the verdict clearly – nope!
‘Cause the vibe was off, the size was wrong,
The color or the style
Missed the mark that you were aiming for,
By possibly a mile.
For those folks who hate to risk it,
Well, a gift card might suffice,
But a gift that hits the sweet spot
For the giver’s twice as nice.
Though photographs, of course, entice
And guide books give their ratings,
Too many people pay the price
With yes and no debatings.
So let me offer my advice -
If you need a vacation,
Though Vegas has the slots and dice,
A better destination
Is Utah, where amazing Bryce
Will leave your senses reeling;
Superlatives will not suffice
To nail what you'll be feeling.
Allow me to be quite concise -
It really is your duty
To visit; Bryce is twice as nice
As any other beauty.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
When you're passing through,
you get a scenic veiw.
Of the Statue Of Liberty.
New York's celebrity host.
They're the talk of the town.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York..
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
They say it's great.
The Empire State,
and the Statue Of Liberty.
Don't turn around.
We're onward bound.
On a trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
Take a pleasure cruise.
Then read the news,
and watch a football game.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
So, if you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York..
Poetry-New York-By Kim Robin Edwards
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