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Cold Beer,Women and Music

I like cold beer on a hot day
I like hot women on a cold day
I like music on a hot or cold day

I like to have cold beer in my pad
I like to have my women scantily clad
I like to have my music not bad


I like my cold beer enshrouded
I like my women endowed
I like my music loud

I like my cold beer in my right hand
I like my women tanned
I like my music close at hand

I like cold beer to unwind
I like women to dine
I like music to remind

I like cold beer with women
I like women with cold beer
I like cold beer and women with music


Copyright © william kamen | Year Posted 2011



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2011

A commoner from Berkshire
found her Prince,
and the earth shook
from Japan to Oklahoma.
 
Hawkeye laid next to a seal,
wings spread one more time,
many welcomed home,
some not.
 
From Libya to Pakistan,
the highway of death
well traveled.
 
An Arab spring
updated an
edition to
Animal Farm.
 
The silhouette
of a world
approaching,
 
and the
last words
uttered
by the 
dying
Jobs.

 
"Oh wow.

 Oh wow.

 Oh Wow!" 

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The Day the Music Died

Whenever February brings 
a winter chill, 
I think about that song, and 
see you standing there 
on that beach,
white sand, blue water,
palm trees casting
shade, solitude, and
you swaying to the 
sound of the waves
with your pony tail flowing down 
blowing' in the wind.


Oh Oh Oh
that first hello,
your silent gestures,
and your wide eyes gazed
at me, and at that moment, 
everything changed, and 
I fell into you.


Sometime after that first hello, 
we were like children again, 
building castles, palaces, and
writing our
names in the sand, 
snapping pictures of each other, 
and watching that flimsy
paper and string drifting on the breeze.



When I hear that song,
I think about you,
I think about three stars falling
from the sky.
Strange
how a song 
sounds like a memory, 
like a recording
of a summer's day on that beach.

The day the music died, 


Like a beach-pea blossoming 
and binding the sand, 
our hearts were blossoming and
binding love.


Sometimes we'd shout,
sometimes we'd doubt, 
but we knew
true love ways,
and Oh Boy,
when we were together
all the world could see
we were good for each other.


When I hear that song,
I think about you, 
I think about three stars falling
from the sky.
Strange
how a song 
sounds like a memory, 
like a recording
of a summer's day on that beach.

The day the music died, 


At sunset, 
we would spread a blanket, 
unpack a basket, 
and lay back
for a picnic on the beach.

As the sky coaxed the mood 
from daylight to moonlight, 
in the still of the night
to angel of the morning
the silence of your
gestures and your smiles
attracted me
then you said stay,
And it was complete.

Strange how a song 
sounds like a memory.

Like a recording of a summer's day 
on that beach.

The day the music died.

The Day the music died.

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Weekend

My wife and I
visited San Francisco
last weekend.

We went to the
opera,
a 49ers game,
shopping,
and took a 
whole bunch of
pictures.

You know,
all the
popular
and trendy
places that
tourists take in.


We both
love
chinese,
therefore,
we went to
chinatown 
for dinner
both nights.


We thought we'd try
a new restaurant our 
last night.

I thought
the meal was very good,
much better than
yesterday's meal

whereas,

my wife preferred
last night's 
meal at


My Wang.

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Somewhere in Time

That song would
always take us there.
A beach, white sand, blue water,
swaying palm trees and
your pony tail flowing down 
blowin'in the wind.

Like children, we built
castles and palaces
with the sand,
snapped photos of each other,
and watched that flimsy contraption of
paper and string floating on the breeze.

At sunset, we would 
spread a blanket, 
unpack a basket and 
lay back for a picnic 
on the beach.

Turn a different corner
we would never have met,
and faint hope would
never have soared.

Sometime following that
sunset,
in the still of the night
to angel of the morning,
the silence of your
gestures and your smiles
attracted me,
then
you said stay,
and it was complete.


Strange 
how a song 
sounds like a memory,
like a recording
of a summer's day at the beach
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Awkward Silence

After a night
of partying
I accompanied
my girlfriend 
to her flat.

As we
entered,
she quickly took
her black dress off.
I followed her 
to the bedroom,
and removed my pants.

The room
became silent
and the awkward 
turtle appeared.

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Beautiful Things

They're textured,
protruding,
strange tasting,
and above all,
they make
suckers
out of men.

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A Dying Dream

Blame it on bureaucracy or whatever,
but I've been waiting two years 
for the abandoned house next door
to be torn down, 
and the other five on my block.

The sounds of vagrant rodents,
squeaking,
hissing,
grinding,
and the stench of urine in the dark wind,
coming from the feral house next door.

Whenever a peal of thunder moves in,
it begins raining decay.
Lead from crumbling bricks, pealing paint,
drifts toward my windows.

It sickens me.
What can I do?
I have been robbed of
an American dream.

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Mullet Party

I went to a mullet party
With all my rowdy friends.
And People came from far and near
Mick flew in with Lady Jane, 
Jimmy sailed in with his shaker of salt, 
Stan was entertaining the crowd
Yeah, they got pretty loud
rocking the mullet.


Ah, I love this party! 
Feel the rhythm in your feet
It's my kind of party
and I don' t want it ever to end.


Ah, I love this party!
Come and get down with me
It's my kind of party
and I don't want it ever to end.



We got thirsty, tanned ,bikers
From the open road.
Queen Mary
Strolling the dance floor
Looking for love for evermore
and Billy Ray over in the corner
with an Ackey Breaky Heart.


Ah, I love this party! 
Feel the rhythm in your feet
It's my kind of party
and I don' t want it ever to end.



Ah, I love this party!
Come and get down with me
It's my kind of party
and I don't want it ever to end.




We got cold beer to unwind,
Well endowed, hot women scantily clad,
music close at hand and Mullets
frying on an open fire.
We’re having the best time we’ve ever had

Ah, I love this party! 
Feel the rhythm in your feet
It's my kind of party
and I don' t want it ever to end.


Ah, I love this party!
Come and get down with me
It's my kind of party
and I don't want it ever to end.

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Art

Unadorned wall,
a picture.


Adorned wall,
a picture,
white 
wedding 
dress.

The pieta

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