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HUSH LITTLE ONE II

Hush little one
Hush little one
I'm always here
Hush little one
Hush little one
I will be near
Just-in-case-you
Wanta shed a tear
So, hush little one
Hush little one
I'm always here

He Said He Would Take Care of Me

He said he would take care of me.
I am his younger third cousin, so I believed him.
He was an Elvis wanta-be.
I was fourteen, so I thought he was an always-was.
He did not look after me like he said.
It was the late sixties.
I followed him to Europe, because my mother did not care.
Try this, he would say. Try that.
I tried everything. Thought I was invincible.
Pills and booze at first. They did not do it after a while.
I got hooked on some really hard stuff. 
Then I was out of money, but the only thing that mattered was being high.
I spent years not caring where I woke up, 
In and out of lah lah land.	
I doubt it I would recognize the people I was with.
I doubt they would recognize me.
Life was a fog for about eight years.
Some do-gooder took me under their wing a couple of times.
This was endearing for the first few hours.
Then it was annoying.
I gladly died of a drug overdose when I was twenty-two.
It was an easy death.
I slipped into it as easily as I slipped into everything else.

Tha Guratest Speler

Yu wanta kno wy ey shud whin yer kontest 
Becaws ey em aye gurate speler...yu cee 
Ey allweighs cheq mi dickshunery twyce, behst...
Befour ey ryte mi storeys ore po.itree 


I Am A Winner Poetry Contest 
Sponsor Bobby May 
2-28-2019

Notcher Mama's First Choice

NOTCHER MAMA'S FIRST CHOICE
       (White Boy Rappin)
There's a whole lotta nuthin thacha can't get free
it's the price you pay for whatcha wanta be
if ya gotta have a reason then ya just don't see
you
just don't see.
there's a curtain on her window and it's snugged up tight
if you's peepin through the curtain she is dyna-mite!
she will meetcha in the parlor and she doesn't bite
you
just don't see.
she's a little understanding but she won't say how
if you ever read her number you could call her now
she has wrote it for a reason on the bathroom towel
you
just don't see.
If you think you gotta leave she can turn you on
if ya ain't got no money then you best you gone
with a hunert in you pocket you all set to dawn
you 
just don't see.
She's a little underhanded when it comes to love
if ya don't know she's planned it whatcha thinkin of?
If ya prayin at her curtain, does ya need a shove?
You 
just don't see.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Rainfall Roulette and Games For Suits

As the dogs led me on our walk, I took a chance and left my raincoat behind despite the threatening clouds.  The sky turned from dappled to grey but I stayed dry, although my legs were damp from dogshake after we past the creek.

In the woods, the air was quiet as nervous birds flitted silently from tree to tree, uncertain if they should hunker down to feed for a few more days or move on afore it gets too cold.

Across the border, the wanta be leaders of the flock, all dressed up in party suits, are playing a different game with stakes almost as high. And while I don’t have a vote I sure do hope that Hillary trumps Donald.

No Break From You

I am tired of all this b s
So here it is God
From now on You can do anything You do
And say anything You say
And I don't give a damn
You think I care?
Well I am going to show You who cares
It's always something
One thing after another
I could never catch a break
Well break time is right now
I am on break
Break with You
Break because I can't cut any craps
Break because I can't do any s
Break because it's break time
And I had it
Break because anything I do is never going to be enough
Grand enough
For your approval
Well I don't need it
And I don't want it
Good riddance
I just wish You never want me to go back on my words
Because I don't wanta
You hear what I say?

Prom Girl

PROM GIRL
Here at the prom and here I set
I'm as alone as I can get
I thought I'd die but haven't yet
things are just as bad as they can be.

I'm all alone I cry and cry
I dance alone I want to die
don't want to live but don't know why
things are just as bad as they can be.

I'm all alone here in this dress,
I made the grade but failed the test
I lost it all throughout my quest
things are just as bad as they can be.

I'm all alone when in my bed
I'm so alone I hate my head
it's hard as stone and thick as lead
things are just as bad as they can be.

I'm all alone and hurt a lot
I'm so alone I'm all I've got
my love life's always not so hot
things are just as bad as they can be.

I'm all alone and ugly too
I'm so alone my life is through
My dog hates me what can I do?
Things are just as bad as they can be.
("Excuse me, do you like maybe wanta uhhmmmm dance...?")
smile
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Antique Knights

A summer Saturday night brings them all out grates shining
spit polished chrome, driven by bald men with pates shining.

Candy apple red antique corvettes with white wall tires
soft topped convertibles from Isadora Duncan's estate shining.

Well preserved women with beehive hair in leather bucket seats
go out for a ride with their Romeo's down the interstate shining.

Elvis dreamed of bee bop queens escorted round the scene
down, down town in La La land on the silver screen shining.

So put on your pedal pushers, grab a bottled Coke Classic
tie a scarf in your ponytail and dress like jail bait shining.

Cause it Saturday night at the antique car show and "YO!
and I wanta conjugate on that bumper's silver plate shining.

6 Pack To Go

SIX PACK TO GO     
Show me a boxcar with an open door,
give me a six pack to go.
I don't need the good life hangin round no more,
give me a six pack to go.

Show me a freight train that's about to leave
give me a six pack to go;
I don't need the good life, tuggin at my sleeve,
I just need a six pack to go.

I don't need no brand new, shiny Cadillac,
I don't need a girl unless she's layin on her back,
when my maker calls me, from this life I know,
I don't wanta leave 'less I got a six pack to go.
       © ron wilson AKA VEE BDOSA THE DOYLESTOWN POET

I'M a Country Man

I’m a country man living in this beautiful land 
Every day seeing how lucky I am
When I drive into the city
Because the woman are so pretty
Inside and out  
They are filled with beauty
From the legs, to the hair,
All I can do is smile and stare
Sometimes I wave here and there
To these pretty girls that are everywhere
Oh when I have had a long day at work
And I am feeling like I need to smirk
I just drive in to the city
Because the woman are so pretty
And sometimes when I am at the city bar
So many girls are there looking pretty good when they dance
So I flash them a smile 
Hoping for a little romance that will last
Cause I’m a country man living in this beautiful land
I wanta settle down with the prettiest one in this town
Yes I am a country man
Oh I am just a country man living in the city
Where the woman are so pretty

Wanta

I see a fire burning and
I see flowers blooming and
I see you standing in the door way
With the sun light sparking on you,
Making you so beautiful,
Can't you see that I want you 
to myself tonight,
I just wanta watching the stars 
go dancing in the moon light 
with you by myside,
We will be holding hands 
playing in the sand
as the ocean waters touch our toes
We will not run just see how far it goes
It will be such a pretty thing
make up some songs and
listen to mother nature sing,
We can take a day to rest
You know I think it would be best
bring this love to the test cause everywhere we go
We can not be alone and I 
dont want to go homewith out you 
I just gotta have you too myself again

On a Lucky Streak

Lately I can say I been on a lucky streak and no matter where I go,
There is a flow of so much Happiness that is following me there,
It’s like I am floating on cloud nine, and 
Even though It looks as if I’m broke cause all I have is a dirty old dime to my name,
Nothing can take away this plain smile from my face,
Yes--- I know I may live in a crappy place,
It’s got bugs, it’s got thugs, and it’s got drugs, 
 And which just makes me wish I had some mace,
But nothing can take way this feeling in my own open space,
It’s make me wanta run threw a field, and it make me wanta stop and yield while I think 
Of all my blessings.  I know that things seem a little rough but they could always be a lot more tough
I could be homeless like all of those bums on the streets, scrapping for food, not knowing what 
Meal I will eat.
Oh- I feel like I am floating on cloud nine, 
It’s make me wanta run threw a field,
 And it make me wanta stop and yield while I think 
Of all my blessings. Yes I sure am on a lucky streak…..

Share My Love

I wanta share my love as
God does, 
his fiery yellow, 
with the good and the bad
the wicked and the unrighteous

I wanta share my love as
God does, 
his crystal ball, 
on black billows of cotton
harboring diamonds

I wanta share my love as
God does,
his falling glitter
dropping everywhere
on men, beast, and vegetation

Six Pack To Go

SIX PACK TO GO     
Show me a boxcar with an open door,
give me a six pack to go.
I don't need the good life hangin round no more,
give me a six pack to go.

Show me a freight train that's about to leave
give me a six pack to go;
I don't need the good life, tuggin at my sleeve,
I just need a six pack to go.

I don't need no brand new, shiny Cadillac,
I don't need a girl unless she's layin on her back,
when my maker calls me, from this life I know,
I don't wanta leave 'less I got a six pack to go.

Trash Ii

he will find a me
gonna wanta trim
the Ruldolph had laugh
to just to two more-
delight chymistry,
But health Never good
too slow an old friend
out of bound wild
call form Animal
which lead too wrought ****-
blemish the spot mesh
tarnish hatt hardier!
metal daily use
his reputation
up, so thin and fine?
still like her hat mess
buy the pan flute tie
biological
in wake of the work
way technology

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