I could be wrong

man is hellbent
to create a collision
that is my conclusion
though I have some confusion
I could be wrong

the price of tea
I say reluctantly
nothing to do with China
blame it all on North Carolina
I could be wrong

the icecaps melting
is warming the reason
it happens every season
they why is Minnesota freezin
I could be wrong

political system *****
its all about many bucks
could be *** elephant or ducks
roll the dice see which one clucks
I could be wrong

since you've been gone
everything has gone wrong
it was all your fault you know
I'll get by just you wait and see
... or I could be wrong

Gomer LePoet ....

Mes Confessions

you never leave my mind alone
I find that to be so beautiful but dangerous
I often stare wantingly at my phone
wishing we could speak just to hear your voice

missing your touch on my soul
although you have touched it so many times
the daily thoughts we shared filled the hole
in my empty heart the sound of chimes

now we are like ships passing in the night
although the feelings remain but left unspoken
I still get jealous when I see your words requite
upon anothers thoughts it leaves me broken

there are many things about who am I
that may leave one with much more to desire
but my love for you makes my heart cry
inside of me still burns this fire

imperfect as I tell but more down so deep
there are most likely many more layers
that just haunt me at night in my sleep
on my knees my whispered prayers

yes I confess my undying love for you
how my dreams have been penned for your sight
although it seems likely you already knew
how much I miss your kiss goodnite

Gomer LePoet ....

Demons of Desire

look at that squeeze
my god is she hot
the way she swings those hips
sets my soul on fire

I'm begging you please
give me a shot
to taste those sweet lips
Demons of Desire

check out those wheels
that gorgeous paint
the chrome shinning in the light
the way they conspire

let me see how it feels
see the ladies faint
as I cruise the strip all night
Demons of Desire

fancy place on the beach
now thats the crib
make them all jealous for sure
take me much higher

tell me how far I must reach
how to act so glib
greed and lust not for the pure
Demons of Desire  

Gomer LePoet ....

I've been Insulted Before

yeah sure go on ahead make fun
you do know that you are not the only one
I've been insulted many times before
by narrow minded simple simon fools

yes it is you that I am talking to
who did you think I was referring to
are you surprised that I have feelings
you think you are special at that's cool

but remember for every pain you create
it will return in kind to you just wait
for that's the way the world turns
just another drop in the pool

so go ahead and clap your hands
laugh out loud do hand stands
but before you close your steel shuttered door
remember I've been insulted before

Gomer LePoet...

While My Guitar Gently Sleeps

boogie woogie is on my mind
my toe tapping a thousand times
slapping snare and top hat crash
back to sleep dreamy night fade away

is it a festival of jazz marching by
raz-ma-taz New Orleans style
clarinet and trumpet and tuba blow
blind melon singing do-dah do-dah-day

Latin fever makes me thrash
trying to remember the tricky steps
the cha-cha of the island girls
watching how the shapely hips sway

Spanish marimba mambo twist
taps clacking as the flamenco flies
big box acoustic cat gut strings
fingers twitching wanting to play

square dance cowgirls and dudes strut
thumbs in their pockets stomping boots
fiddles and steel race through my heart
gonna do it all do it all someday

roll over and change the world another day
dreamy night fade away once again
screaming guitars in triple tones
while my guitar gently sleeps away

Gomer LePoet...

For the want of a nail

I was so terribly lost inside my mind
there was no way out that I could find
I had a hammer but that was all
I needed more to build this wall

build this wall to keep the monsters out
then it wouldn't matter if I had doubt
they could not get me and pull me down
or laugh at me and call me a clown

I needed nails like a railroad spike
big long and thick the kind I like
but not even a 3 penny could I locate
and I can hear them coming they won't wait

I challenged them but they do not scare
I thinks it because they do not care
I tried hiding but it was to no avail
there was no wall for the want of a nail

so my losing battle to keep my wits
pounding on tables in anger fits
my body hard but my mind so frail
all for the want of a ****** nail

Gomer LePoet...

Black Mariah

like a storm from out of the Kansas dust
she blinded my eyes to the truth
no one scared me so as she took me higher
how could I not know she was a liar

she picked my pocket so completely clean
just as she picked my heart so completely *****
her long black hair down her back and dark eyes
her lips on mine my heart's whispering crys

her magical spell cast all over me
everything I see is just an illusion
the touch becoming increasingly cold
her advances into my mind increasingly bold

that I wanted needed more of her was true
I could not break the chains of lust
the pounding inside my head tempo off beat
the pounding of my heart faster in retreat

get away from this ghostly figure was the cry
or she will bring you down below the earth
if I awaken will I remember will I still know
this Black Mariah she scares me so
  
Gomer LePoet ....

Alabaster Affair

her skin was like a pure driven snow
laid behind the deepest blue eyes  
and the brightest ruby red lips

you could not look at her and not
want to kiss those soft velvet lips
want to stare into those eyes
want to touch that skin

feel her run her long fingernail
up the spine of your back
to the back of your neck and chest
the nerve endings all over your body
exploding messages of pleasure

the chance meeting in the park
in an early spring warming sun
flowers beginning to burst with life
trees reaching up with their new leaves

you could not take your eyes off
sitting on the edge of the fountain
spewing a water spray from an angels mouth

two angels together in one slice of time
you waited as long as you could
it was time to return to work from lunch
and you had already run 10 minutes over

you walked past her dreading leaving
she looked up with those big blue eyes
and those ruby red lips began to move
you transfixed not realizing she was speaking

you stopped abruptly trying to clear your mind
but still no sound could be heard
only her big rimmed straw hat of white
the the bluest blue eyes
and reddest red lips
and her white alabaster skin

luckily she recognized the symptoms
and smiling put her hand on your arm
and waited patiently for the blood
to return to your brain

oddly she spoke with an island accent
how could this creature come from the islands
the sun and sand and alabaster
she was a princess mandated to sanctuary
on a holiday with her father
who was on business stop here in Atlanta

she knew no one here and the park
was just across the street from her sky suite
for some reason she felt okay speaking with me

now I was 30 minutes late as I took
a quick peek at my watch
you must go she asked?
Yes but can I show you the city later
Yes she smiled to me
I think I would like that

after getting her room number
I triple skipped, jumped and hopped
back to my office my head still abuzz
I stared into dreamland for the next 4 hours

you gonna stay over my boss yelled to me
I shook my head *** it was 5:05
he yelled you gotta date Rob
yes an affair to attend to I said
an alabaster affair
  
Gomer LePoet ....

Indian Giver

I have these thoughts, deep inside my soul,
to not pretend, to not cajole,
and yet sometimes, beyond my sight,
I find that I have, this internal fight,
I give away, looking over my shoulder,
for that return of love, of the beholder,
and if for reason, whatever that it be,
this love is not returned, not returned to me,
I take back, what first I deliver,
I guess that makes me, an Indian Giver,
for if it true, there are no strings,
its just for caring and sharing brings,
release of all, selfish thoughts and acts,
I guess I'm no closer, no depth, just facts,
to giving freely, I still must learn,
or my internal hell, will forever burn

Gomer LePoet...

Ramblings Part I

Hippy dippy weather men, continued dark all night,
one potato, two potato, keep trying until I get it right,
you roll em up and roll em up, mark em with a 'B',
put em in the oven, the truth shall set you free,

every time I close my eyes, something new goes down,
feel like Mr. Parker, lost in Barrytown,
the caves in Altimira provide historic news,
before Elvis it was Carl, who had those blue suede shoes

ding **** the witch is dead, at least that's what they say,
does wearing garlic necklaces, keep werewolves away,
or am I thinking vampire chicks, who like to play the game,
keep those fangs where they belong, I'm not here to claim

I know I've seen your face before, is must have been in a dream,
I've been in this chase before, a very familiar theme,
the small brown fox, chased a large black bear,
not very smart, unless you really don't care

heart equals love, love equals pain,
anyone who's been in love, has also been insane,
please excuse me , don't mean to intrude,
hope you don't think, that I'm being rude

will the politicians, ever get it right,
they say one thing, then change it overnight,
we keep replacing them, but nothing seems to change,
is there something wrong with me, but doesn't that seem strange

I bet I can keep this up, then again maybe not,
too much Sterlings Merritage, the killer's changed the plot,
now I need to lay it down, say good nite with an angels kiss,
once again I search the sky, look for the abyss

Gomer LePoet...

Yankee Doodle

Yankee Doodle went to town, at least that's what they say,
I heard he never made it there, he was rolling in the hay,
with Mrs Sims fine young daughter, she had a real nice pair,
of Siamese *** Bellied Pigs, with long blond flowing hair

They sometimes referred to him, as the Doodle Meister,
he was known around this town, as the village heister,
he would steal candy bars, just stick them in his pocket,
and for young Sally Sims, he even stole a locket

The sheriff of this little berg, caught up with him one day,
made him drop his droopy drawers, put it on display,
milky ways and muskateers, tumbled to the ground,
and when he made him spread his cheeks, you won't believe what he found

A carton of cigs, a jar of olives, and some candied yams,
a pound of pasta, a TV guide, and 2 cans of deviled hams,
the sheriff put the cuffs on him, and threw him in the wagon,
somehow he managed to escape, like Puff the Magic Dragon

Gomer LePoet...

The Mafia and the Pope

the Italian mafia wanted to take control
they wanted control of the church and all its wealth
the leader Anthony “The Boss” Gambatti sent his muscle
to secure an audience with the Pope

Johnny “the Eye” and his storm troopers
pushed by the guards
into the Pope's secretary's office
Arch Bishop Spinozza
sprung to his feet to confront the noise
Johnny “the Eye”, he got that name
after he lost his left eye in a knife fight
and replaced it with a glass oversized eye
that always looked straight ahead

a burning cigarette hanging from his lips
he got right in the Bishops face
“The Boss” wants a meeting with his Royalness
“and he wants it now”
the Bishop well aware of his visitors
and there violent ways
backing away from the smoke in his face
told Johnny that he would arrange a meeting
“tomorrow” he said “tomorrow”

Johnny cocked his head
so that his large fake eye was an inch from
the Bishops nose
flicked the ashes from his cigarette
on the shoes of the Bishop
turning to walk away
“tomorrow” he said

Anthony “The Boss”
dressed in his fine 5K Italian silk suit
leather gloves
black silk fedora
accompanied by his entourage'
walked into the Popes office the next day
he sat in a chair in front of the Pope's desk
“What can I do for you Anthony?” asked the Pope
the two had grown up as school mates
and had maintained a relationship
though not close

“Carlos, I think it is time we work out
a financial aggreement with each other”
“being that the church is known for giving,
I think it is time for you to give me some money,
a lot of money”
  “I have many expenses to address”

“to insure that this happens”
I want you to make love to a woman”

“and if I refuse such a horrid task? quizzed the Pope

“I will begin removing all of your Bishops,
one every hour, from all over the world”
”and it won't be pretty” responded Anthony

The Pope, obviously shaken with the proposal
got up from his chair, his face in his hands
paced back and forth for a few minutes

“I will agree to your disgusting request
on three conditions” said the Pope.

“and what are those conditions?” asked Anthony

“1st  this woman must be blind,
so that she cannot see who defiles her body”

“2nd  this woman must be deaf,
so that she cannot hear any hint of who defiles her body”

“and 3rd your holiness?”

“3rd, this woman must have really really *******”

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 as I 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...

Jungle Jim

I step quietly through the foliage
each step one foot in front of the other
thorny bushes reaching out to grab me
large webs with entrapped insects
being very careful watching intently
poisonous snakes are abound
an occasional grunt from gators
warning not to come any closer
they guard their young viciously
my exploring buddy Jim warning me
about the wild boar seen lately
large prehistoric looking birds swooping
and making screeching sounds
finally I hear I got it I got it
the treasure we had been seeking
now to retrieve it and make our way
our way back out of this jungle
look out for the huge spider I yell
and Jim ducks just in time
we finally see the clearing ahead
whew! Wasn't sure we would get back
dam Jim next time be more careful
next time hit your 7 iron instead
now what did you get on that hole?

Gomer LePoet ....

Sands of Time

these grains of sand passing by I find
are like the memories of lives gone past
and as these sands of time flow through my mind
I wonder when I will find the key at last

living in caves searching the heavens
fishing in streams and hunting my meals
and each morning as the sun star leavens
my mind turns like stone age wheels

a million years have come and gone
I suppose a million more will pass on by
the age of man has hardly dawn
I look up and wonder why

why am I here just what is my purpose
sometimes I feel this is such a cruel game
in this ring of a crazy circus
am I a fool should I feel some shame

some say just keeping faith is all you need
I  think that's a hopeful guess
you cannot know from where came the seed
it is impossible to say truly yes

many before me and yet more will come
to trudge through the desert of life
the sands of time shifting beat like a drum
and we dance on to music from the fife

I can only hope that when I have gone
no one will shake their heads and say
he followed in line just like a pawn
retracing steps of another day

once again I look to the sky
ever searching for inspiration divine
feeling tears fall from my eye
tears of all mankind not just mine  

Gomer LePoet...

Jimmy Olsen Esq

just a cub when it came to written words
though he had so many stories to tell
energized by the one mansosuper
questioned by the planet daily
frightend by the Mr White
challenger to all evil
smiles for Siol Enal
follower of his majesty
the Kent of Clark
faster than
power of
choo choo
leaper

Gomer LePoet ....

Flight of the Eagle

the eagle soars above so totally free
doesn't have the need to be attached
heart is open to every thought and idea
man does not seem to know this freedom
inwardly or outwardly
at least not on this earth
the mind understands this concept
and tries to build an outside world
invent a future liberation of the soul
can the mind be actually and totally free
free from dependance, fear, anxiety
conscious and unconscious
I have felt the eagle trying to escape
the boundaries I have placed
my pleasures my pain my fears
the eagle is fleeing and taking flight

Morpheus...

She wore Black Satin

She was elegant with a beauty that made men mad
her soft tanned white skin glowed like the sun
her beautiful eyes mesmerized though sometimes sad
once you saw her smile there was nowhere to run

she appeared from out of the darkness
her golden hair flowing softly as she walked
her soft warm lips on mine left me breathless
a thousand words were spoken though no one talked

her luscious body left me stunned and dazed
dressed in shinny black satin you could see right through
her soft moans of pleasure left me crazed
wanting more making love until the morning dew

Gomer LePoet...

Goldilocks Paradigm

this soup is too hot this soup is too cold
this chair is too big this chair is too small
this bed is too soft this bed is too hard
this world is just right at least for most of us all

scientists say that we are lucky to be alive
that the forces of nature balanced just right
at least in this universe we manage to survive
a perfect balance of day and night

if the gravitational forces were stronger or more weak
if the temperatures were much hotter or cold
if the air was too thin or thick at its peak
all these essentials more valuable than gold

in the multi-universe theory this one is just right
blending all the cosmic ingredients just so to fit
for life as we know it with our imperfect sight
  these 3 fuzzy bears packed neatly in a kit

I try telling you stories of science that make sense
sometimes hard finding words meaningful that rhyme
words not about love or hate or feelings so tense
that fit nicely in the Goldilocks Paradigm    
  
Gomer LePoet ...

The secret life of
mack the knife

his teeth shined a pearly white
they glistened like fallen snow
his smile would melt the ladies hearts
and leave them feeling aglow

but when he chose to leave his bite
the smile turned to a snear
Louie called said I'll see you at the club
yeah Mack meet in the rear

he was a banker by the daylight
a vicious killer in the night
he always thought that he would
find time to make things right

he left his victims on the sidewalk
or a tugboat by the shore
their throats cut from ear to ear
the coppers going door to door

but not a single soul was talking
nobody saw anything
but they could tell by the looks
they'd be dead if they chose to sing

Louie wanted Souky Taudry whacked
he was messin with Jenny Diver
she's my girl and I ain't taking that
I'll set you up to be his driver

he wore a disguise of a chauffer
fancy coat pants and a cap
but when he took a wrong turn
Souky knew he was in for bad crap

they found him in the alley
his life oozing out on the street
his throat cut by Mack the Knife
another job had been complete

back at the bank the next morning
he was all smiles and slapping backs
nobody knew his secret life
or if they were the next one he whacks

Gomer Lepoet...

Caves of Altamira

on the northern coast of Spain
paleolithic drawings can be found
the old stone age of cavemen
in a cave high above the ground

in Mount Vispieres high above the plain
the name Altamira given for high views
that prehistoric man could paint
was such confusing news

it was assumed they were not bright
they had no artistic skills
then came that discovery
high up in those hills  

bison horse deer and boar
painted plainly on the wall
18 thousand years ago
painted oils copied in the museum hall

even the Dan wrote a tune
to praise these artists skills
they were stars before Hollywood
high on those Spanish hills

Gomer Lepoet...

The Persian Chessboard

as the story goes, it happened in Persia
could have been India, or even in China
the King was bored, so he looked for someone wiser  
the Grand Vizier, being the principle adviser

entertain me the King said, challenge my senses
I need something different, I'm tired of burning fences
the Vizier scratched his chin, and stared straight ahead
how about a new game, where you have to use your head

we'll use moving pieces, on black and white squares
the King will be the major piece, the rest nobody cares
capture the opponents King, to make him surrender
be careful of the others, the ones who are pretender

we can call it 'shahmat', or death to the King
and when this death is proclaimed, everybody sing
the final move is checkmate, there will be no place to run
the game sometimes in real life, the loser had no fun

the pawns and the knights, each one fell to the side
eventually then an added piece, the King's special bride
the Queen was entered in, she also had some power
she was just as deadly, cutthroat behind you in the shower

the King was very pleased, he granted Vizier a treasure
he told him, pick your price, anything you pleasure
the Vizier tried to trick the King, he made mistake instead
the game lived on and on, but the Vizier turned up dead

Gomer LePoet ...

Do It Again

my baby broke my heart
then she kissed it and made it better
her kisses or so doggone sweet
they seal every letter

she sends to me notes of love
the kind that make me shiver
thinking of her tasty lips
she makes my body quiver

I sometimes make her very mad
it makes her bite her lips
but when I hold her very close
both hands around her hips

her eyes light up with a smile
and start my kisses at her chin
working my way up and down
she says please do it again

Gomer Lepoet...

Despicable Me

I hate cats, I hate dogs
I try stepping on old bull frogs
I am rotten, can't you see
I refer to myself as despicable me

can't stand laughing, can't stand noise
hate little girls and hate little boys
crippled old woman drive me crazy
I call myself despicable me

if you're happy, it makes me mad
like making you cry, like makin you sad
yes people think that I'm onry
I'm proud of myself, despicable me

get on your roof, I'll steal your ladder
try losing weight, I'll say you look fatter
the only thing that makes me happy
is seeing the reflection of despicable me

hate the beach, hate the sand
try building a castle, I'll step on you hand
blast my music till half past 3
my neighbors cuss at despicable me

Gomer LePoet...

Now I lay me

now I lay me down to rest
like a warriors drum my heart pounds inside my chest
anticipation was not out of line
her soft kisses placed upon me set afire my soul sublime

now I lay me down with joy
her gentle touch and soft whispers tossed me like a toy
her warm breath and heaving sighs
love was everywhere especially there in her eyes

now I lay me down to dream
of natures beauty the trickling of a wooded stream
hoping she will stay here with me
is my hope beyond all hope that this will be

Gomer LePoet...

Babylon Sisters

one of them is blonde
the other one a redhead
but both are very fond
of fine liquor and giving head

their painted lips and coiffured hair
finely dressed to the nines
you can take them anywhere
snorting coke and sipping wines

they will spend your dough
and let you touch them everywhere
but upfront they will let you know
it will cost to remove their underware

they are ladies of the evening
finest of the maidens fine
not interested in a wedding ring
just lustful *** time after time

they remind one of times gone past
ancient world of love and fun
so beautiful and fast
**** sisters of Babylon

Gomer Lepoet...

Free Ride

put another quarter in the slot
the magic dancing horse has stopped
your forever dream has flopped
the nursery rhyme is over

pick yourself up shake off the dust
the world did not come to an end
but you can no longer pretend
there is still so much more

put one foot in front of the other
find a way to help your brother
you cannot save the entire world
but you can do your part

to live life there is some cost
just do not wander around feeling lost
give from your heart and soul
there is no such thing
as a free ride

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...

Taming of the Jew

Zedekiah was a wild young boy
who swore he would never settle down
always in trouble with his elders
he had been banned from the local town

the Rabbi chastised him constantly
his father threatened him with harm
out of pure ornery spite
he had a tattoo of Goliath put on his arm

picking fights and raising hell
no one knew what to do
how to take the fight out of him
but not the spirit within his soul too

then on his 16th birthday
a redheaded princess appeared
he caught her eye and she smiled his way
his heart raced too hard he feared

she was so beautiful he thought
she must be an angel from above
she said her name was Rebecca
and he instantly fell in love

she had heard about him she said
and all of his devious ways
if he had any serious interest in her
there would have to be changes made

as the months and the years swept by
everyday he loved her more
she captured his heart beyond belief
then came the knock on her door

he came to ask for her hand he said
he begged her to be his bride
he could no longer stand alone
his love was bursting inside

she smiled and kissed him oh so softly
and yes was her answer she swore
this wild young man had finally been tamed
he promised his heart forever more

Gomer LePoet...

Never Ever

never park you quark in the dark
never eat soup with a fork
never put your tongue on a spark
or my friend you'll be sorry

never put a noose on a goose
never bet the *** on a duece
never tell someone they are obtuse
or I guarantee you're gonna be sorry

never answer the door in the raw
they'll tell everyone just what they saw
if it's long and skinny like a straw
it will get posted and you'll be sorry

never hit your hand with a hammer
never go to church with a smoked up jammer
never hang out with guys from the slammer
you really will be very sorry

never pretend to be a friend
if you're a friend be there til the end
never assume before you hit send
if it's the wrong person you will be sorry

Gomer Lepoet...

Rainbow  Cadillac

he was cool
he was clean
there was nothing about him
you could consider mean

kind and considerate
and all that smack
but remembered most
for his Rainbow Cadillac

big old pink thing
with colors galore
with his own portrait
painted on the door

he would cruise the hood
with his music loud
everywhere he went
he attracted a crowd

he would drive by slow
and throw out kisses
winking his eye
at all the misses

he would give you a spin
if you asked real nice
just cruising with him
was sugar and spice

it's been 30 years
but I remember him well
I can hear him sing
clear as a bell

Gomer Lepoet...

Haitian Divorce

in the warmth of the tropical sun
sipping zombies by the Caribbean Sea
Samuel and Daisy fell in love
dancing the merengue

they fell into each others arms
an affair to remember for all time
they decided to get married
there just wasn't any other way

the bliss lasted for many weeks
the kisses grew sweeter it seemed
but out of the blue a comment was made
and the sniping got heavier each day

he would shout she would bite
it went on like this every night
until the kisses completely stopped
they had nothing more to say

it was so much more than thought
they decided to end it well
a little trip to the islands once more
hurry now no more delay

they raised their glasses one last time
there would be no remorse
staring out at the churning sea
they celebrated their Haitian Divorce

Gomer Lepoet...

Death of a Saleslady

she was a seller of thoughts
the taker of time
she would crawl inside your mind
and lead you to the edge

she was the creator of dreams
the Odessa of voyages
her touch drew you closer
standing on the ledge

her kiss was a serpents bite
poison on your lips
it was only the beginning
now you were trapped

she could lead you anywhere
her wish your command
you would beg for just one more
until you were firmly slapped

you finally realize you awaken
the mind begins to clear
you begin to see the evil of her ways
her purposes rather shady

the spell has finally been broken
the end of wildest dreams
she has been cast out of your world
the death of a saleslady

Gomer LePoet....

I Thought She Was Different

I thought she was different
she seemed so fresh so new
I thought she really cared for me
I laid my heart out for her to take
well she did take it and she was fresh
and she was new and different
except things kept repeating themselves
the fresh and the new began to fade
she wasn't new or different at all
she was just like the other
she loved to stroke my heart
and make me feel like the luckiest
man in the world until she was sure
I was sufficiently hooked into her charms
until I wanted nothing more but to be in her arms
then I was just a bother to her
I no longer appealed to her challenge
you know what that feels like
to be down on your hands and knees
and have someone grind their high heel
into the back of your hand
but you know what
after a day a week a month
she would be back throwing her kisses
once again stroking my heart
and once again I fell
the number of times I fell
are too numerous to count
it is so easy to fool a fool you know
I thought she was different  

Gomer LePoet ....

Another Kiss

It was a warm early spring day,
     the sun and clouds exchanging places

I was working in my yard,
      sometimes acknowledging smiling faces

           that past by my white picket fence,
                 in this cozy little town

people in all kinds of garb,
     one wearing a bright white gown

I was down on my padded knees,
     I was digging in the dirt

then I saw you saunter up,
      wearing this flowered, flippy skirt

I banged my head on the fence post,
      as I lost my concentration
            stumbling awkwardly to my feet,
                   there was no hesitation

no,we had not married yet,
      but our love was no illusion,
           everyone who knew us both,
                 came to the same conclusion

we smiled at each other,
      in our own very special way

our eyes were speaking volumes,
      although no sound was made

she finally said, I must leave,
      I'm on my way to school

I tried to speak, intelligent words,
      but all I did was drool

because I was anticipating,
     the feeling of her lips on mine,
          I could feel the tingling in my toes,
               up and down my spine

her kisses were always special,
      filled with special bliss

I just could not wait anymore,
      I'm needing Another kiss  


Gomer LePoet ...

Rainy Day

It's 6 am and outside it's raining,
looks like a day for maybe reading a book,
should go to the gym, keep up my training,
getting older now it's hard to maintain that look,

The Holidays are approaching way too fast,
and so is the time for paying those taxes,
hurt my arm now I'm wearing a cast,
trying to pay bills and answering faxes,

maybe I'll bake some cookies or pie,
might even consider some Hungarian stew,
feeling kinda sad and I don't know why,
maybe it's because I'm missing you

Gomer LePoet...

Pretzel Logic

always counter intuitive
with a twisted sense of fate
explicitly constructed
how much longer will you wait

the axiom of choice
the scenario of doubt
with random intervention
how can you bring about

a clear and precise result
with no deviance in action
probability of predictions
spinning wheels with no traction

the answers so concise
in udder chaos results you find
without collaboration
such an eery creepy mind

a scavenger of darkness
deep down thoughts somewhat toxic
no wavering in directions
manipulative pretzel logic

Gomer Lepoet...

The End

And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

The Beatles

Doctor Wu

slightly west of Hollywood
on the road to Singapore
looking for a cure for my baby
nothing less and nothing more

you can tell when Sadie lies
the proof is right there in her eyes
she said she was done with smack
but once again she is off track

stupid words to stupid songs
but we knew the thoughts  were true
no doubt where the heart belongs
if only not so sad and blue

can you help me Doctor Wu
can you find that garden path
can you tell me what to do
before I feel the pain of wrath

strung out here all night
yes I'm crazy yes I'm high
but still I'm just an ordinary guy
I just cannot find the light

can you hear me Doctor Wu
all the time that I've wasted
all the love that I've tasted
you know that I'm telling you true

just please set my Sadie free
help her to return home to me
I miss her kisses so
can you hear me doctor

Gomer LePoet...

CinderFella

he dances in tiny circles
so you cannot follow closely
his glass slippers sparkling in the light
sending blinding flashes to your eyes

his lips moving even faster
so you cannot follow logic
he can keep this up all **** night
hoping you never catch up to his lies

his words of wisdom to the weak
so they cannot understand
slight of hand double talking
you'll think he is taking you to the ball

the shoe never fits though
if you pay close attention you'll see
his foot fits better inside his mouth
turns into the ugly sister his back against the wall

Gomer Lepoet...

Be Careful
You Might Learn Something

stop talking
listen
observe
breath
smile
:)

Gomer Lepoet...

Congratulations

Congratulations, take a bow, you have stolen the show
you really had me going there, and now I'm eating crow
I was convinced, you changed your mind, a constant fool am I
you ****** me in, with your magic tongue, every word a lie

Congratulations, take a bow, you have claimed the prize
once again, I failed to see, through your deceit and lies
you told me how much you cared, you're really good at this
turned my back, you gave me a shove, into the great  abyss

Congratulations, take a bow, you're such a super star
you're number 1, tops on the charts, you've really set the bar
your command, of mystic spells, has climbed right off the charts
you hand to me, my broken heart, in a box of old used parts

Congratulations, take a bow, you've won another crown
is this the end, the final blow, should I dress up like a clown
cause one more time, the joker's wild, I've been the perfect fool
I thought I had, a fighting chance, but you've taken me to school

Congratulations, take a bow, the final act has played,
you cut right through, my hopes and dreams, with your pointed blade
when the program,  lists the players, will my name appear
you said I love you, to my face, now you're no longer here

Gomer LePoet...