Poetry, lyrics and other words…
If I had only let go
When the anger began
There’d have been no turmoil
But pride ruled this man
Overcoming adversity
Was always taught to me
Yet, I let my guard down
And the darkness broke free
Now I sit in this cell
Awaiting the judge
I said I was sorry
I should have eaten the fudge
Muse, oh muse
Where have you gone?
You’ve taken my poetry,
and you’ve taken my song.
We use to be close
In love every day
But in the blink of an eye
You just went away.
I hope that you come back
To me with a smile.
And say, “Hello baby!
It’s been quite a while!”
And I hope you bring with you
Poetry of love
Of humor and drama
And inspiration from above.
But until you return
I will still miss you so.
My fingers are ready
When you’re ready to go!
Stammering…
It’s not just a way of talking…
Sometimes, it’s the way we write, too! Ugh!!!
And then I hit rock bottom… I thought to myself, if not aloud, “This is it! I’m all washed up and literally on rock bottom. Things in life cannot get any worse! All the work… all my life… and now, rock bottom. I guess that’s it! Nothing to do but… Ooo, that’s cool! It kind of looks like a fossil or something! I wonder if there are anymore around here. There’s another one! Wow! Who knew rock bottom could hold so much promise? Huh!”
The End
Nobody sings
The dirges of ants
They tunnel and drill
And dance in your pants
Hilltops, their home
High above grass
As the lawnmower strikes
They’ll come after you’re a$$
Oh, you won’t hear them coming
For stealthy they be
But friend, take this warning
Their welts are for free
I felt the kiss
And was immediately warmed
Such a sensation
The bond was soon formed
Not to forget, no
Not anytime soon
As this sunburn I sport
Hurts like a son-of-a-@#$*&
At breakneck speed
He rounded that curve
Slinging up dust
Some cursing was heard
~~~
Faster and faster
Did his tennis shoes tread
Don’t you dare slow down
Or you will end up dead
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With broom in hand
She pursued his sorry soul
Caught him kissing on her sister
Now to the ground he’s gonna roll
~~~
Her parents tried to tell her
That he wasn’t worth her time
Hindsight’s 20/20
When they cross that line
~~~
But something’s got to give
Before this day is through
I wouldn’t want to be him
When she catches that fool
I have searched high!
I have searched low!
I have looked everywhere…
Where did it go?
Have you seen my sanity?
The whimsical ways of a wondering weasel
Have perplexed all those who know him
His indifference abounds
As he runs all around
In the forest
Where parents abhor him
But the lace-ladened lady
Who visits these woods
Believes that his antics are awesome
From that which is pure
A lighthearted cure
For the rest who refuse to blossom
So, if in the woods of magical beings
Where clear eyes can see what’s before them
Praise Him high above
For sharing His love
Through a creature
Who we know adores Him
I ask the chicken why he crossed the road.
He looked at me like I was the crazy one!
And, he didn’t even have the decency to respond.
“Whatever, birdbrain! Whatever!”
