Can't get you out of my mind

There is way, way to much confusion,
I can't get my head straight,
is this just another illusion,
I think it's getting late,
you know we talked about this before,
talked about curbing our emotions,
or did you forget,
I must admit
I can't get you out of my mind, no darlin,
I can't get you out of my mind, no no no
  
isn't this, isn't this September
I can hardly wait,
I hope, hope that you remember,
it's been a year since our first date,
we walked along underneath the moonlight,
holding hands, wishing on a star,
I won't say won't,
I'm hoping you don't
I can't get you out of my mind, no darlin,
I can't get you out of my mind, no no no

Gomer LePoet...

I Need Your Love

When you're gone I feel lonely,
when you're away I feel blue,
that's because you're my one and only,
I'm so in love with you

C'mon baby sit by the fire,
tell me about the things that you do
you're my one and only desire,
I'm so in love with you

I want your love now baby,
oooo I need your love

Remember the first time I saw you,
fell on my face like a fool,
hypnotized by your smile,
felt like a kid in school

you graciously pardoned my stumble,
eyes so kind, such a smile,
I was caught and you were humble,
I fell in love with you

Time has treated us kindly,
our love is still going strong,
trust, caring, devotion,
we'll just keep holding on

Gomer LePoet...


check out the musical version of this poem at my music web site
http://www.muziboo.com/DavisLight/music/albums/dave-nelson-which-one

I just wanna Dance

please excuse me, don't mean to intrude,
hope you don't think, that I'm being rude,
but I've been watching you, shake and move,
and I just wanna dance with you,
yes, I just wanna dance with you

don't tell me your stories, I won't tell you mine,
no need to get heavy, and make love the grand prize,
there is no reason, to pretend what we're not,
cause I just wanna dance with you,
oh I just wanna dance with you  

there's no reason, to believe, that we can't be alone,
together, just we two,
you know there's no reason, to believe, that we can't get along,
together, me and you

Gomer LePoet...


check out the musical version of this poem at my music web site
http://www.muziboo.com/DavisLight/music/albums/dave-nelson-which-one

When I Get Old

When I get old and my hair falls out,
will you still want me now
When I get old and my teeth turn south,
will you still need me now
When I get old and nothing seems to work,
will you still love me now
When I get old and sometimes act like a ****,
will you still like me now

When I forget where I put my keys,
will you still want me now  
When I complain about my knees,
will you still need me now
When I turn my radio too loud,
will you still love me now
When I break wind in a crowd,
will you still like me now

When I'm a old grouch a royal pain,
will you still want me now
When I spill stuff leaving a stain,
will you still need me now
When I complain about everything,
will you still love me now
When I clog up the drain,
will you still like me now

I hope you will remember when I was a stud
I pray that you'll forgive me when I am a dud
When I get old

Gomer LePoet...

Waistin' Time

Wake up in the morning,
try to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
all night long its been a-stormin',
lightning crackin' the skies,
listenin' to the radio,
waiting for the sun to shine,
listenin' for that blue bird song,
just waistin' my time

Old man in the moon,
wipe that smile from your face,
there hasn't been any harvest,
feel like I'm runnin' in place,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin' my time

Take my old suit to the cleaners,
remove the doubt from my day,
you know some people can be leaners,
but that just isn't my way,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin my time

Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time

Gomer LePoet...

check out the musical version of this poem at my music web site
http://www.muziboo.com/DavisLight/music/albums/dave-nelson-which-one

Make up Your Mind

Searching for the light,
I try to do it right, I know,
looking everywhere wishing that you were here,
blindness clouds my eyes,
so that I cannot see,
trying to decide which way I should go

You think that its impossible,
but you'll never find out by standing in line,
I say anything is possible,  
if you wanna find out,
you have to make up you mind

Gomer LePoet...

Nice Hawaiian Punch

I was standin there you see,
I wusn't expectin nutten,
when she double sucker-punched me in the gut
my belly revolted badly,
fowl words were on the button,
civil conversations like a pairing knife cut

It's been in the works you see,
we've been beggin for a fight,
the pressure is too much for you to take
so when I wasn't lookin',
first you threw a left and then a right,
and that is why now my belly ache

now the truth is setting in,
my waves have settled down,
a big mistake has reared it's ugly head,
my world will be in sorrow,
my presence banished from this town,
a nice Hawaiian punch the pain I dread

Gomer LePoet...

Your Mistake

I got this from Sister Hazel,
before she left this town,
five young lads from gainsville,
jumpin up and down

asked if I would join them,
out on the weary road,
you know this is what I wanted,
to carry this heavy load

you said that you would wait,
wait for my return,
not sure if that's a good idea,
for that I have concern

you are such a brave soul,
you give more than you take,
I don't want to be the one,
who you call your mistake

I am the cosmic traveler,
from moon to star I jump,
going where the beams may lead,
could wind up in the dump

yes it worries me that you concede,
your future is as stake,
no I don't want to be the one,
that you call your mistake

Gomer LePoet

No One Seems To Notice

Finding the world of poetry, really hard to crack,
writing prolifically, but no one seems to notice,
I'll pay my dues, I'll accept the  hardened facts,
I'd gladly except criticism, but no one seems to notice,

Someone please tell me, on just what should I focus,
looking for direction, but no one seems to notice,
should I write about love affairs, or some silly hocus-pocus,
tell me I'm a hack. but no one seems to notice,

I leave messages to Blue Rose, hoping that she'll see,
I'd love to share my thoughts, but no one seems to notice,
I've read her poems diligently, I've shared her fantasy,
her Rapture of a Dream, but she does not seem to notice,

Gomer LePoet...

Constant Craving

Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love to write.
tell sad stories, tell bad jokes, writing late at night,
I have this constant craving, to talk to all my friends,
saying things I want to say, so deep, sometimes I get the bends

sometimes my words are good, sometimes my thoughts are bad,
I mean to entertain the world, make everybody glad,
that they took this winding path, to read my words of rhyme,
not feel disappointed, that they waisted all their time  

If I can make just someone happy, make them curl a lip,
make them not feel so guilty, that they ate those chips n dip,
inspire some young new poet, to reach out to my space,
throw out words that bring me joy, yes throw them in my face

I have other poet friends, who inspire me to keep trying,
if I said I do not care, you know that I'd be lying,
heterodynemind comes to mind, the words are so amazing,
I read the poems from her pen, once again I have constant craving

Gomer LePoet...

Apology to Meenie

The very audacity of my mind,
too think that you would owe me,
for doing simple things I've done,
heck you don't even know me,

I showed you my rudeness,
I apologize for this,
crawl down on my belly,
and with forked tongue I hiss,

now I'm sure I've won your heart,
this display of childish acts,
I do what I'm really good at,
reacting without facts,

please accept my humble plea,
and yes, I am a dodo,
forgive my bad behavior please,
I stepped in real bad mojo  

Gomer LePoet ...

Wut-A-Meenie

She was always making things up, she thought I was a ******,
always playing tricks on me, she was such a meenie,
I thought I was a friend of hers, but I am such a dodo,
she probably put doggie do, in my chocolate Yoho,

I sent her cards of friendship, but she never opened mail,
guess she flushed them down the tubes, sent them out to sail,
guess I cannot blame her, this was her choice to make,
I am just an old ****, and probably a big mistake,

for I have no rights here, no reason to expect,
that she would even give a glance, should show her more respect,
I over stepped my boundry here, although the sin was teeney,
I was the bad guy here, yes I was the real meenie

Gomer LePoet...

True Believer

Living in a vacuum, marking my time,
searching for some answers, a reason or rhyme,
I'm not a true believer,
but I'm sorry for my sins,
confused by my emotions,
free because of him

I know you're out there somewhere,
just a matter of time,
when we'll be together,
I'll be yours and you'll be mine,
I'll be a true believer,
when you're lying in my arms,
confused by my emotions,
and all her many charms,

I don't wanna be the one, who says that they're sorry,
Please don't let me be the one, crying every night,
I don't wanna be the one, who says that they're lonely,
Please don't let me be the one, crying every night,

go where you wanna go,
do what you wanna do,
be what you wanna be,
say what you wanna say,
because it's right


I know you're out there somewhere,
just a matter of time,
when we'll be together,
I'll be yours and you'll be mine,
I'll be a true believer,
when I'm lying in your arms,
confused by my emotions,
and all her many charms,

Gomer LePoet...

this is a song that I have recorded. To hear the music version of this poem go to  http://www.muziboo.com/DavisLight/music

The Voice Returns

My God I'm so lucky, I've heard it again,
waves slicing through, the clamor of distance,
so hard to describe, the feelings within,
when the softness comes through, I have no resistance

it is the clarity of knowledge, the soul of laughter,
caressing my heart, it rolls through my brain,
such a free spirit, like from the hereafter,
the Voice once again, feel my tachyons drain

the magic of wonders, the wonders of magic,
allowing the register, of sound to emit,
letting it go by unheard, would be tragic,
smoke fills the eye, of that one final hit

has this gone past, the true reason of life,
wanting the sweetness, to fill up my mind,
hearing the drummer, the marcher with fife,
I'll follow the Voice, maybe one day I'll find

Gomer LePoet ...

The Collector

Give me your thoughts, give me your dreams,
tell me your hopes, explain all your schemes,
like a black hole, I let nothing get past,
not even light, not one photon blast,
I'll drink in your smiles, your lost bridge of sighs,
feed me your knowledge, don't fill me with lies,
I'm not a guru, no don't be confused,
what cells I had working, now seem diffused,  
that's why I'm searching, and soaking it up,
trying so hard, to refill my cup,
I reach in my pockets, find nothing but lint,
my lighter don't work, it's lacking a flint,
so if you pass by, and I reach out to touch,
be very careful, don't tell me too much,
I'll give you directions, just like a director,
but really I'm nothing more, than a collector

Gomer LePoet ...

The Big Bang

The cosmological model of the beginning of time,
best guestimate is 14 billion years, less a dime,
expanding universe growing and stretching,
are ideas and concepts I find quite fetching

Lemaitre's hypothesis of the primeval atom,
relying on general relativity and isotropy of space,
super scientific babblings of things I know not,
if Einstein was here now, I'd put him on the spot

explanations of this though not withstanding,
does it really matter, how the matter was left standing,
be it only 15 minutes past, or one-hundred trillion,
how it was created really has no bearing does it now

I think a more relevant question would consider,
is this the first time, that this event has occurred,
although our view of this event was obscured,
is there any chance at all, this could be repeated

now this brings to question, if it can happen again,
has this mystical magical event ever preceded,
if this has you baffled, has you scratching your chin,        
now here is a theory that should receive consideration

one has to wonder where was this enormity hiding,
prior to its expansion, just how did it fit into nothingness,
on the backs of millions of oxen, just gently gliding,
planets, suns, moons, stars, galaxies glowing in the dark

now there resides a puzzle, inside of this story,
it's technical explanation, I really do not know,
but the secrets are in the lines, of the verses just read,
if you understand this rhyming trick, please let me know.

Gomer LePoet

Panic Button

This world we live in is very very strange,
some things can be purchased for just pocket change,
others, not so easy, no matter how rich you are,
I'm not talking about a house, boat or a car

Seems some days, the woodwork is just full of friends,
the messages, the chats, almost no end,
and then all of sudden, no one is there,
it's like for some reason, there is no one to care

Did I do something wrong, was it something I said,
all of these questions, now filling my head,
am I too needy, do I lack inner strength,
is my nose too big, my hair the wrong length  

Why should it matter, what's the big deal,
does anyone really, give a crap how I feel,
I'm just a pebble, in the sea of mankind,
plenty more like me, we're easy to find

Now my day will be lonely, just like my night,
out of mind from them all, cause I'm so out of sight,
fear fills my mind, I'm an attention glutton,
that's why I now, push this Panic Button

Gomer LePoet

On My Face

Got something you want to say, write it on my face,
Want me to know what u did today, write it on my face,
Searching for Jupiter tonite, look out into space,
Hoping to make things seem right, write it on my face

Advancements, promotions, just write it on my face,
Untimely demotions, you can write it on my face,
Directions to your house warming, write it on my face,
Comments you feel harming, dont leave them on my face  

Mouth speaking out of turn, leaving egg on my face,
You wanting me to return, leave it on my face,
Severe pain deep down inside, write it on my face,
Trying very hard, very hard to hide, don't write it on my face

Old friends echoes from the past, write in on my face,
New friends added to the cast, write that on my face,
Dreams wished and never reached, you can see that on my face,
Hearts broken, promises breached, see the tears run down my face

Gomer LePoet...

What the Hell was That?

I was walkin home late last nite,
I heard this weird noise,
What the hell was that?

Saw a cat drive by on a large motorcyle,
he honked his horn,
What the hell was that?

Saw I guy on the TeleVision,
talking bout his pants on the ground, whao,
What the hell was that?

Reached inside my bluejean pocket,
pulled out a big alligator,
What the hell was that?

On my head was a coonskin hat,
looked like Davy Crockett,
What the hell was that?

My wife said she was leaving me
for a toothless old man, wow,
What the hell was that?

A gorgeous naked woman came to my door,
said she was my lover,
What the hell was that?

Saw a pig the other day, on an elevator
he winked at me,
What the hell was that?
What the Hell was That?
What the hell was that?

Gomer LePoet...

Pasco DaMama

In the 15th century, there was this famous man,
if anyone could find things, this man can,
he was of Portuguese bloodlines, whose father was a knight,
raised around royalty, his life was no plight,
yes Vasco DaGama an explorer extraordinaire,
his voyages to Africa made everyone aware,
yes, he was well respected, admired by all,
but there was this constant rumor, echoing the hall,
he had a 3rd cousin, on his mothers side,
when Vasco was questioned, his existance denied,
the rumor has it, that this guy was a goon,
some even referred to him, as the royal bafoon,
he could not find his own ***, with either hand,
much less an island, in an ocean so grand,
it was said he would pretend, to be a Captain of Order,
but wasn't allowed, to take a boat near the water,
yes Pasco DaMama was an insult to his nation,
his family saved up, and sent him on vacation,
they only gave him money, to get one way,
they say he never returned, they never saw him again,
and from that day forward, Vasco had a grin.

Gomer LePoet...

Fine Things

          I am sitting here with a nice glass of wine
          conjuring thoughts of things that are fine
          like the laugh or giggle of a small baby child
          or a purr of a kitten that's been saved from the wild
          the stars in the sky when you look up to gaze
          on a cool fall evening there are so many ways
          you close your eyes and think up new dreams
          of this wonderful world it's more than it seems
          for whatever you can imagine it probably is real
          the sense of seeing, of hearing, and feel    
          drink it all in like this nice glass of wine
          conjuring thoughts of things that are fine

          Gomer LePoet...

My Pal Joey

A fine young Italian boy, lived in the Big Apple City,
he really made me laugh, now he's gone, it is such a pity,
brother to seven gorgeous ladies, always needing his help,
got hit by a corporate big shot, he left town, not even a yelp

Maurice the Space Cowboy, this was his imaginary pal,
he really loved all the women, fell in love with every gal,
good lookin and ever so friendly, never a time when he felt alone,
hard working and extremely kind, never an irreverant tone,

his friends have all moved on, most of them married away,
still single and searching for only he knows, every night and day,
moved west to California, trying to enhance his career,
but his agent was of little use, she was never exactly clear

so sad to see you go my friend, I'll miss you more than you know,
your line of “how are you doin”, always stole the show,
I hope one day you will return, and even though you don't know me,
yes good luck to you, whatever you do, you'll always be, My Pal Joey  

Gomer LePoet...

Sweets Return Wrap

Boy, wouldn't cha know it,
just when you think, you've got control,
you think you understand the situation,
then they make you dig, down, deep in your soul

you think that you've been playin,
the part of your life, and doing it so well,
then you're called out on the carpet,
something's not right here, it's a game called the shell

What the hell, I'll try anything once,
just got to keep an open, mind this time,          
you knucklehead, you big dunce,
it's only rap, all you gotta do is rhyme

the Queen was in her royal tower,
she was just, doing her thing,
you heard there was a power struggle,
all about the money, all you hear is ka-ching

I'll put my game face on, tar under my eyes,
insert my mouthpiece, buckle my chinstrap,
looks like it's going to go 10 rounds,
now you're jammin, to the Sweets Return Wrap

Gomer LePoet...

Warm With a Chance for Rain

They had never been together before,
though they had spent hours exchanging,
thoughts and feelings, desires and more,
anticipation was very high,
as he walked down the street to her house,
he could see her shadow on the window shade,
backdropped by a dim light in the kitchen.
he thought of what he should say to her.
should they embrace? when would be the proper time
to hold her face in his hand and gently kiss her lips?
would the sparks they felt for each other ignite an
internal flame when they first touched, or would there be
too much nervous tension, to relax and be who they had
come to know? If this flame did grow and create a
uncontrollable fire, would the flames consume them
for evermore? Would there be tears of joy and exhalation,
as they explored each other's eyes, bodies, souls, minds?
Caressing every inch of her taut curvaceous body,
breathing in her sweet fragrance, would only heighten
his pleasure sensors. Wanting to please this incredible woman,
this friend, this soul mate, was all that he wanted
since he could remember. He rang the bell.
She answered with a smile that made him melt and his knees
almost buckled underneath him as he said “Hello”.    

Yes I think it will be very warm
with an extremely good chance for rain.    

Gomer LePoet...

No More Sweets

I've managed to outdo myself,
I've made a failing grade,
my sweets no longer thinks of me,
its a zero centigrade,
sure, I knew what I did was chancy,
complete collapse was high,
but nothing ventured, nothing gained,
is the motto I go by,
I still hold the view of high regard,
in every single thought,
the chance was taken, I was mistaken,
in what it was I sought,  
and now my thoughts blow in the wind,
they are torn and scattered,
any possibility, of this reconcile gone,
as if it really mattered,
I will return again someday, my head held high,
walking busy streets,
until then, I'll mourn in peace,
knowing no more Sweets.

Gomer LePoet...

FriginFrazzled

I hear the sounds of a loud cymbal crash,
now my teeth, or starting to gnash,
I'm friginfrazzled, that's what I am,
my nerves are on edge, my mind is like spam,
oh I am such a tortured soul,
just wanna go, climb in a hole,
tell everyone to pissupatree,
just quit screwin with me,
I offer my heart, and get kicked in the nutz,
maybe I'm, just a stupid old putz,
I guess I just expect too much,
poor little me, add another crutch,
I see the world, but no one sees me,
maybe it's time, for me to go free,
I seriously doubt, anyone would care,
finding me lifeless, in my long underwear,
or I can return, the way I arrived,
completely naked, all alone inside

Gomer LePoet...

Listening To Bruce

How many times, has it been now,
after searching high and low, somehow,
when I wanted something fresh and new,
I always seems, not surprisingly, to return to you,
with Every little kiss, he first got my attention,
with southern country kind of jazzed, no, not a new invention,
That's just the way it is, and that's the way it was,
sounded really cool, specially if you had a buzz,
He took us down The spirit trail, he left us in the Hot house,
The changes from here, to there, was like from man to mouse,
King of the hill was his special plan, and used his Spider fingers,
he crawled along the Great divide, carefully he lingers,
he was shaking his Shadow hand, tickling ivory to Swan song,
now we have barely touched the surface, still he moves along,
cruising thru the Funhouse, dark as night, searching for his crown,
Listening to Bruce, never gets old, at least not In this town

Gomer LePoet...

Sweets Dreams

Just east of the Simi valley,
where they grow delicious grapes,
to turn the buds of afcionado tasters,
served with fruity crepes,
and west of the biggest strip of all,
where fast shakers tend to meet,
is this little town, whose name slips my mind,
on this busy little street,
lives a queen of hearts, princess of mind, maiden of the soul,
who's gentle touch upon my heart,
has turned me all aglow,
she has a way of being funny, but no, she's no ones fool,
far from that lame description,
she's been to finishing school,
yet not overly proper, with sense of reason,
sense of good and kind,
it's been my pleasure, to have met this lady,
and since my heart has pined,
I know that we will never touch, not physically at least,
but she has my heart, she has my mind, she's tamed this ugly beast,
though she will never know, just how much, I dream of her at night,
how much I wish, I could hold her close, and kiss my Sweets goodnight          

Gomer LePoet...

Listening to Todd

          It seems like 30 or more, the number now eludes me,
          Listening to Todd rock the house, it's a good as it gets,
          He asks the question, “Who's a Crybaby Now”?  You see,
          I think he has me there, climbing all over those frets,

          He bends the frequency, to pull on my ears
          sometimes so sweet, it brings me to tears,
          I can feel his passion inside, and I can feel mine too,
          is this the way to act? , am I happy, or be I blue

          There's an Itch in my brain, and he can't get to it,
          I have a free will, and I know how to use it,
          walking carefully now, trying to avoid the mines,
          extremely important, that I keep Parallel lines

          He saw the light in her eyes, and chanted “Hello it's me”,
          we all knew, that Love was the Answer, so plain to see,
          so off to your Hideaway, your secret hideaway you go,
          its the Love of the common man, but how could you know

Gomer LePoet...

Crazy Circus (just a wrap)

We're runnin' like chickens with our heads cut off,                      
Squealing like piggies round the old food trough,
Stuck on a treadmill and we can't get off,
It's a crazy circus

Lost and confused, walkin in a trance,
Common sense needs a second chance,
But time is runnin out gotta change our stance,            
Such a crazy circus

Just lookin' for respect we think we know
But the real truth is you reap what you sow

Under the bigtop we're up on the stage
Spillin' and killin' lost in a rage
Why can't we just turn the page
Of this crazy circus

Strutin' our stuff actin' real cool
Posin' in the mirror ready for a duel
Now who do you think is the real fool
What a crazy circus

The old ringmaster we're the main attraction
Always lookin' for some kind of action
Spinnin' our wheels losin' our traction
In this crazy circus

Just lookin' for respect we act like we know
But the real truth is you reap what you sow

Gomer LePoet...

I needed to go to the store the other day,
I was in a big hurry, no time to play,
I grabbed my wallet, my keys, and my hat,
and reached down to pet my friendly old cat
The traffic was bad, cars going fast,
took me forever, but I got there at last,
picked up some milk, some butter, some cheese,
grabbed for my hanky as I started to sneeze
I got into line it was terribly long,
I daydreamed a while, recalling a song,
the man at the checkout was starring at me,
I wondered what, what it could be
He said 'something is wrong' there's a tail from your hat,
I patted my head 'I said it's just my old cat',
he looked at me funny so I said to him,
his name is Fluffy, but I call him Jim
He likes to go with me wherever I go,
and I like him with me he puts on a show,
he pats my nose and licks on my head,
he's more than a cat he's my best friend I said
some may think I'm silly for sure,
but I have a hard time walking out of that door,
without my wallet, my keys to my flat,
but most of all my cat in my hat

Gomer LePoet...

The Kings          

          Have you heard the news, the Kings are coming
          the drummer boy, he's doing his drumming,
          it's the time of year, when we celebrate,
          it will have to do, though it's the wrong date,
          most people are smiling and humming carols,
          shop, shop, shopping, reaching in barrels,
          to find that perfect thing, for Bobby or Sue,
          when searching our hearts is what we need to do,
          If Muhammad, Jesus or Krishna is your King,
          thank them all, for giving us voices to sing,
          about the freedoms that they, gave to us all,
          the hope and the joy, hearing our call,
          bringing us out, out to the light,
          removing us from the darkness of night,
          for they gave their lives, so we could be free,
          they started it all, they made others see,
          so when we celebrate, this wonderful day,
          let us not forget, how it got this way

          Gomer LePoet....

Something/Sometimes

you've lost your mascara, your running behind,
**** day has passed, now this poem you find,
I was going to write you something, something so sweet,
something that I hoped, would sweep you off of your feet,
but then I realized, just why should you care,
I'm way over here, and your way over there,
you have your own life, and of course I have mine,
I'm just a simple poet, sometimes out of line,
sometimes I say things, that I should not say,
I really have no right, thinking that you might feel this way,
feel the way that I do, sometimes it's so hard,
knowing what I should say, what I should discard,
yes, I know this is fantasy, this is not really real,
yet I cannot help wondering, knowing the way that I feel,
sometimes your dreams, may cause you to feel pain,
if this is a fantasy, why do I stand in the rain? ,
rain that I cause, with the tears that are real,
yes, this is something, sometimes I feel,
I dream of your laughter, I long for your touch,
sometimes my dreams, are just too **** much,
just one sweet kiss, from your ruby red lips,
something, sometimes, just two passing ships,
I'm hoping my ship, has a life jacket on board,
cause I feel I am sinking, playing this Phrygian chord,
I now seen the sun, peeking out at first light,
I made it again, I got through the night,
now I feel happy, I think I should dance,
I saw your reflection, if only a glance

Gomer LePoet...

Poetry or Prose

Is it poetry or prose, now that's a real good question,
if you mix them both together, will it give you indigestion,

many years ago, the old wise and scholarly Hebrew priests,
who created the architecture of surrealistic fantasies, the prose,
it has rhythm, it has rhyme, repetition and imagery but,

the poem is far more like modern music, magic notes you see,
rolling off the tongues of man, almost anyone can be,    

a delightful place to rest a weary soul from travel, is the port,
where the changing colors of the sea, and the twinkling of lights
never tire the eye in its colorful prism,

so it is your choice my friend, you can bend, shape and throw it,
make it what you will, be you a proser or a poet      

Gomer LePoet...

Mystic Starfall

I'm all aflame, with this burning love call,

this unearthly queen, Mystic Starfall,

she turns my head, she lifts up my soul,

afraid that her kisses, will take a huge toll,

when you expect most, she fades in the night,

she hides in the darkness, appears in the light,

I need something, something I can hold,

I reach out to touch her, her curtains unfold,

all this time hidden, what a waste, what a crime,

this beautiful maiden, lost beauty in time,

unmasked from behind, her eyes how they shine,

and now they look down, straight into mine,

this incredible beauty, once afraid to appear,

now is most anxious, to show its so clear,

she has been released, the shadows no more,

my Mystic Starfall, a tigress now, a kitten before

Gomer LePoet...

Between the Sheets

Writing words is usually fairly easy for me,
It always seems, I have something to say,
the final arrangement, however can be,
rather difficult, in almost every conceivable way

a little tweak here, a major change there,
finding the precise way, is a real big thing,
using the right word, or maybe it takes a pair,
to properly explain, just what it is you mean  

So sometimes what you see, is not what was meant,
the entire subject, might just completely change,
sometimes I come here, just so I can vent,
and other times, I don't know, just seems strange

sometimes, you can get your message quite clear,
in only a few, well measured lines,
yet other times it can take volumes my dear,
your thoughts can get so tangled in vines

there are times, when you need to read between the lines,
the real meaning, is hidden in there,
others, you'll have to read between the sheets,
but only if you actually care

Gomer LePoet...

Bleu Swayed Shoe

Well I've been knocked down, but I've never been out,
I've been put down, did I just sit and pout,
I've been lied to, called a stupid fool,
stabbed in the back, with a sharp garden tool,
had my eyes poked, by some guy named Moe,
pulled my ear real hard, and stepped on my toe,
finally I said, “Hey, I've had enough”,
arched my eyebrows high, and talked real tough,
if you wanna mess with me, you're in for a fight,
I'll get you with my left hook, and then my right,
you've crossed the line, you done bit more than you can chew,
you can kiss your *** goodbye, you scuffed my Bleu Swayed Shoe

well I''ll do the time, if you give me one good reason,
didn't **** anybody, never have committed treason,
I pay my taxes, and go to Sunday school,
always have believed, in the golden rule,
ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies,
sure, I've done things, that I really do despise,
but one thing is sure, I never messed a mans kickers,                      
except that one time, with all those banjo pickers,
they kept spittin on the floor, I warned them in a nice way,
you need to be more careful, with that nasty old spray,
when they finally hit my foot, what else could I do,
I kicked their hoosier *****, with my Bleu Swayed Shoe

Gomer LePoet

FAMOUS LINES
          
          Things have been really slow, with north winds bringing chill,
          trying to find things to say, and I am looking still,
          words of wisdom, words of rhyme, words to make us laugh,
          I think what I really need, is more writers on my staff,
          words that make famous lines, when put end to end,
          I am struggling mightily here, to find those lines my friend,
          who can forget when tough Clint said, “go ahead, make my day”,
          I can feel my knees quivering now, while I kneel down to pray,
          and Humphrey got to us all, when he offered this famous bid,
          who could ever forget those words, “heres looking at you kid”,
          from governor to mighty robot, Arnold's the best maybe,
          remembering the chills when he said, “          Hasta la vista, baby”,
          and from the goofy world of comedy, there are way to many to list,
          when Python's Black Knight offered this line, King Arthur was ******,
          its only a flesh wound my good king, I can **** you with this stump,
          life is like a box of chocolates, according to Forrest Gump,
          now the words are starting to flow, I think I've found a groove,
          just one more cup of coffee in me, and I'll be able to prove,
          famous lines are said every day, it's just a matter of time,
          waiting for someone to discover them, I wish one of them was mine

          Gomer LePoet...

“1968”

          We were headed for disaster,
          our hearts were beating faster,
          we were set for action,
          everybody knew we were out of control
          
          Braced for a collision,
          there was no sane decision,
          they were circling the wagons,
          like fire-breathing dragons,
          they let out a roar

          the smoke was rising higher,
          just like a funeral pyre,
          everything was burning,
          the wheels just kept on turning,
          history would record it all

          They came with sticks swingin',
          it kept our ears aringin',
          tempers were exploding,
          lives were imploding,
          was this the end

          the dust didn't settle for almost 20 years,
          if your waitin' for a medal,
          keep your foot to the pedal,
          remembering is was 1968
          
          Now it's just a distant memory,
          If you want to make it clearer,
          take a look in the mirror,
          remembering it was 1968

          Gomer LePoet...

Rap Trap

          My life's a mess, let me try to explain,
          I'm a 5 minute walk to going insane,
          see there's way to much going on in my brain,
          headed for a crash on a high speed train

          my bones are acrakin', my knees wont bend,
          ain't got no money, but I spend, spend, spend,
          don't know why I feel, I have to pretend,
          took some big blue pills, hoping to mend
          
          things changed so fast, I wasn't even aware,            
          when it hit me in the face, why I do declare,
          time to man-up, need to grow me a pair,
          or I can turn my back and pretend I don't care

          caught in a trap, betwixt and between,
          should I tell everyone, should I come clean,
          I'm so confused, do you know what I mean? ,
          when I look in the mirror, I see Orson Bean

          it's just jive, some people say it's rap,
          if you want my opinion, I think it's crap,
          but I find it hard to get outa this trap,            
          can't stop my lips from goin flap, flap, flap

          Gomer LePoet...

Dance with Me

God knows what a sinner I am, He knows I am a fool,
why does he give me a heart, that breaks so easily,
I can take bones that break, but my tears can fill a pool,
if you walk away from me, I know I will die inside

Please take me into your arms, hold me, hold me tight,
spin me around, like you do with my mind,
dance with me, dance with me all night,
never let my heart, flow out with the tide

In no way am I perfect, I have so many flaws,
needing so bad your inspiration, you give me drive,
dance with me, hold me tight, brace me from the falls,
I haven't been the same since, God knows I tried

Gomer LePoet...

Wisdom or Wit Part III

The cameras are rolling, the action is fast,
are you from the future, or stuck in the past,
you think it's so hard to tell, just where you might fit,
searching to find, if you have wisdom or wit,
is one as good as the other, is neither worth a ****,
am I talking nonsensical, presenting a scam,
hey, you're the one who came here, I did not twist your arm,
no need to hurry off now, I set no alarm,
sit for a while, let us have a nice chat,
you say your sister annoys you, and your nephew's a brat,
take time to listen, see if you can find,
anything worthwhile, rolling around in your mind,
does Galileo hold the market, of finding new things,
just let your mind wander, listen how it sings,
search for a new role, see what it brings,
this scene in now over, it's a take, it's a wrap,
is this Wisdom or Wit, or a big bunch of crap    

Gomer LePoet...

Wisdom or Wit Part II

Well here you are again young fool, I see you did not learn,
you're back for more advice from me, it's like watching butter churn,  
Krishnamurti says do not expect, you should only observe,
then you will not be disappointed, you'll get exactly what you deserve,  
facts or facts most of the time, sometimes however they're lies,
you cannot always believe, even if you have seen with your eyes,
and yet sometimes if you blindly walk, following your heart,
things don't always work out well, but you knew that from the start,
so why in the hell are you following me, unless you have no where to go,
unless you like walking in circles my friend, I say goodbye and you say, hello


Gomer LePoet...

Wisdom or Wit Part I

If you came here my friends, sincerely hoping to find,
glimmering words of wisdom, oozing from my mind,
you are in more trouble, more trouble that you think,
for living by my perilous thoughts, will land you in the clink,

Not even smarter than the average bear, there is way to much clatter,
constantly on a no-cal diet, but still my *** gets fatter,
working so hard, watching my money, no, it's not a joke,
working to hard, it's not really funny, and wah-lah, again I'm broke,

I try singing Valkyrie, Wagner blows his mind,
now I'm playing Watchtower, and Hendrix tries to find,
a deeper place to hide his ears, a place I cannot reach,
While Ole Blue Eyes, clears his throat, choking on a peach        

Gomer LePoet...

Mein Shaft

I know many people, are aware of the book,
when Adolph spoke, the whole world shook,
this tyrant, this madman, thought he had a clue,
the best thing for his world, was to eliminate the Jew.

His only achievment was this book of his fears,
Mein Komph was his struggle, for all of those years,
he penned another describing his craft,
of playing with himself, he called it Mein Shaft

For this book of his, totally explained,
this closed minded fool, was very small brained,
so fondling himself, was what he did best,
how did he happen, we were sleeping?, I guessed

Gomer LePoet...

Manhattan Lady

Strolling aimlessly through the streets of the city,
feeling sad and alone, looking for some pity,
thinking tomorrow will be, just another waste of my time,
going through the motions, another huge mountain to climb,            
running in circles, I keep falling for that same old trick,
and I continuously punish myself, with that same old stick,
I need to find something to inspire me, someone I can trust,
the city bus driving by splashes me, and immediately gets cussed,
why can't I find that someone, someone who really cares,
someone who will listen, not constantly changing chairs,
it seems as though I'm doomed, to feel love nevermore,
then walking along W165th street, someone is struggling with a door,  
I see this enchanting lady, her key not working right,  
across from Hilltop Park, the Audubon Ballroom said the flashing light,
I asked if I could be of help to her, she smiled and nodded slightly,
She said she came to dance here, she came here almost nightly,
I pushed and shoved and grunted, made sounds of all my might ,
finally it opened, it was dark inside, no dancing here tonight,
she smiled at me once again, and thanked me for helping out.
I told her I could sing for her, we could dance and shout,
I sang as loud as I could sing, we danced in circles like a carousel,
we laughed and we talked, and that night I fell,
madly in love with this lady, sent to me in a spell,
That night my life changed, no longer was my future shady,
that was the night I fell in love, with this Manhattan lady

Gomer LePoet...

Perly Sunflower

Everyone likes flowers, I mean why not?,
they're pretty to look at, and smell really good,
they come in all different colors, sizes, and shapes,
I may be wrong, but I think they're even on grapes

Red, White, Blue, Yellow and Pink,
big leaves, small leaves, thorns, pistils and stamens,
bees really love them, Bumble's, sweats and honey,
the magnificent butterfly, and sometimes a bunny

they're good to chew on and they smell fantastic,
at least the bunnies and beetles think so,
It's really hard to pick out a really special flower,
you can run it through your mind for over an hour

but there is one special one, that I've become quite fond of,
It's yellow and brown and reaches out to the sun,
basking in the brilliance of the morning sunlight,
she really stands out, she's such a beautiful sight
  
I had not paid very much attention to her previously,
It took me a while to really notice, mixed in like that,
then she grabbed my leg one day as I walked by,
I looked at her more closely, she caught my eye

we had a longer conversation that particular day,
we chatted about this and that and everything in between,
there was something special about this one with leaves so curly,
and I decided to name her my Sunflower Perly

we've become much closer over the last few days,
not sure why exactly, just seems to be a connection,
I make sure I stop by everyday to see how she feels,
and she smiles up at me my Perly so real

Gomer LePoet...

30 Days

A flaw in my personality, can be easily detected,
need lots of attention, or I get dejected,
just really can't stand, the thought of being rejected,
though I may seem cool, calm and collected

so I go out searching, looking for some action,
I hate spinning my wheels, getting no traction,
find me something fancy, new kind of attraction,
I need the whole enchilada, not merely a fraction

no I just can't stand, sitting idly by,
always needing something, I can catch on the fly,
got to keep busy, or my mind will go dry,
then I'll remember that I'm lonely, and I just my cry

Yeah I pretend that I'm tuff, I can take a hard fall,
when the pressure gets high, and my back's against a wall,
and I finally realize, there's just no one to call.
I reach in my pocket, and whip out a Pall Mall

gotta settle my nerves, get under control,
play my guitar real loud, and wait for the patrol,
to wrap me up, and shove me in a hole,
30 days should be enough, to locate my soul

well there's no real beginning, so I guess there's no end,
if your looking to me, for a message to send,
your in the wrong place, sorry my friend,
make up something new, yes I like to pretend

Gomer LePoet...

Road Trip

the days are getting warmer now,
the sun is staying up later in the day,
the trade are winds blowing, and somehow,
I have to find me another way,

I want to get on my bike and ride,
ride my Harley into the western wind til night,
down I-10 out of Jacksonville, my shiny Elektra Glide,
hair blowing in the breeze, muscles flexing, grip tight,

the road changes to route 90 thru old Baton Rouge, LA,
heading all the way to Houston by sunsets fall,
finding a place to rest my weary soul today,
tomorrow will bring the curtain call,

heading north on 45 up to Dallas,  big “D” they say,  
now its I-35 to the destination in my mind,
she does not know that I am arriving this day,
I hope in her heart, it's love I find,

we've been friends it seems, like so very long,
never thought this time would ever ever be,
I've written just for her, this very special song,
OK City it says on the sign in front of me,

now I pull up to her place, anticipation I can feel,
taking deep breathe, to gather up my self,  
brush the dust off, hoping I can close the deal,
remembering her picture, on my shelf,

she opens the door, with that smile, cuter than a bug,
I stare at her in disbelief, my jaw dropping low,
I reach for her, with my arms wide for loving hug,
her sweet kiss on my lips makes my body glow,

and so this road trip ends with happy heart,
we spent all night talking about the future plans,
never again will we spend a night apart,
melting hearts, as we speak each others name

Gomer LePoet....