Song & Dance

I am the singer of simple rhyme
writing thoughts staying in time
remembering emotions of days gone by

try telling a story a tune so sweet
wishing the words knock you of your feet
sometimes so deep down that they make you cry

turn it all around once again
twin guitars can make you spin

she was a dancer in my dream
bright red lips and skin like cream
she had every move a lover could need

educated woman with soft blue eyes
the way she moved behind a disguise
she picked my number I had to concede

turn it over one more time
garden of words perfect rhyme  

we were made for each other we were the perfect match
was this all for real there must be some sort of catch
rolled into a cloudless sky could not pass this chance  
in my dreams we were the perfect song and dance

like a double mirror my songs reflect me
hidden thoughts disguised so you cant see
but it is all there you just have to look

in the desert of life somtimes you get lost  
for every hope there is always a cost
never be sorry for the chances that you took

never seen such a beautiful smile
close my eyes for just a while

we were made for each other we were the perfect match
was this all for real there must be some sort of catch
rolled into a cloudless sky could not pass this chance  
in my dreams we were the perfect song and dance

Gomer LePoet...

Sweetness of Desire

I have a fire in my heart, I have fever in my brain,
if I can't find some release, I might just go insane,
I cannot tell my feelings, you will not let me say,
how much I need your touch, more and more each day

my words just want to tumble, fall freely from my tongue,
a burning flame inside me now, just like when I was young,
your sweetness is a mystery, I know nothing of it's feel,
imagination is all I have, I cannot know for real

when I try to tell you, the warmness kept inside,
you say “hush” to me, turn your face and hide,
this pacing animal left inside, rearing on hind legs,
flying mane in the breeze, understanding is what it begs

for the beast is really human, made of flesh and bone,
wanting the touch of skin, wanting to hear the moan,
of gratifying song of love, would be music to his ears,
echoing into the dark, unleashing all the fears

if words or actions cannot be used, how will the idea live,
how can the the love stay kindled, if not allowed to give,
will it wither on the vine, scorched by the eternal fire,
how just once I'd love to feel, your sweetness of desire  

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
back dropped 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 exaltation,
as they explored each others' 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...

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 ...

Link and Duane

long ago in a land of my youth
when I noticed music made my mind drift
I had no idea at the time I was very short in tooth
I only knew that it made me feel it was a special gift

as my teens arrived I was in the groove
suddenly I began hearing the electric strings
no one before made my ear and my feet move
guitars sat in the back and were for rhythm and things

new faces arrived and out in the front
playing amplied sounds not a sound I knew
only a few years older was this a trick or a stunt
tremelo and vibrato and echo some inventions new

combed wavy hair never ever out of place
handsome smiles twinkled eyes driving the girls
I wanted to have that kind of look on my baby face
make some money buy the ladies diamonds  and pearls

the lads of early rock guitar Link and Duane
not even close to the sounds of the boys of today
but they were the beginning of music in the fast lane
wonder what they are doing now Duane Eddy and Link Wray

Gomer LePoet ....

Check Please

I check continuously
for words from the Queen's mouth
but they seldom appear
for but only a simple single response
I check non-stop
for the pleas of love's request
from the Princess of Sooner
but they have ended
I check daily
to see if my heart is still there
as any fool in love would do

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...

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 seem, not surprisingly, to return to you

with Every little kiss, you 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...

Blink of the Eye

it's amazing just how fast things can change
how you can go from the king of the world
to feeling like a person who is thought strange
not understanding how things got re-arranged

the fall from the top can happen so quick
you turn your head for just a brief moment
it's like someone has played a magic trick
you're left standing without a walking stick

I guess it's because you can be blinded by the light
like the proverbial deer frozen in time
you thought you were doing everything right
but eerie strange things happen in the night

you will never know all the things that pass by
while for just a moment you rest your weary soul
things can return so there is no reason to cry
yes lives can change in the blink of the eye  

Gomer LePoet...

Goodbye Mr LePoet

I remember the days, when I made people happy,
coming up with lines, lines sometimes snappy

I remember the days, when I made people laugh,
hurting my back, trying to do a two-and-a-half

words were my friend, they talked to me,
I just wrote them down, so that everyone could see

sometimes funny, sometimes deep in thought,
making people dream, is what I always sought

somehow the words, have deserted my mind,
somewhere my heart, lost its way and cannot find

the will to carry on, when I know I'm causing pain,
these tears falling now, like a hard summer rain

My special Perly friend, who I made feel so so sad,
I broke the heart of the one I loved, the one I loved so bad

the garden will never ever be the same again,
and neither will Mr. LePoet

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

N.H.O (near human object)

most of us have heard of the NEO -
a near earth object that can have affect
all of us should be concerned you know
will the wounds inflicted be glancing or direct

I mean an orbiting body can suddenly drop
and cause considerable damage to the brain
this body can be cold at times make your heart stop
usually warm but can still crush you like a train

oh but I'm speaking of this lady over there
almost every time I see her I can hear her purr
I mean a celestial body with goodies to spare  
can make your eyes swell and your tongue grow fur

yes though we have never met I always sigh
I can feel the gravity pull me to go so near
her smile delivers a direct hit to my heart no lie
my heart and I will be casualties I fear

though no one else on Earth will even ever know
the voice inside my head tells me to scream
her face has created an eclipse of heavenly glow
to be with her would fulfill my dream

I've always been enamored with things in space
the unknown thought has captured my soul
this story has been told another time another place
another orbiting body has capture me whole
  
Gomer LePoet...

INSIGNIFICANT

Inspired
Notions of
Self
Importance
Generally
Negated
Immediately
Following
Increased
Car­ing
About
Nothing
Tangible

Gomer LePoet ....

It's Good to be the Queen

We talked before about The kings of old,
    the highest of all classes

as we later found most of these pretentious fools,
     were proved to be big *****

the Queens knew how to live as well,
     and grabbed  their share of lovers

her bedroom was empty if she wanted,
     else she was cleansed by tongues of  others


they begged "my queen  have you had enough",
     she made their poor hearts quiver

she layed there in her warm lovely gown,
     and there naked bodies would shiver

when one would, complain out loud,
     do you take me like chopped liver

her command to the general in charge,
     and from his tool he'd cut a sliver

don't want no knowledge of your lip,
     except when pressed upon my own

and after you, have pleased me well,
     you've made this woman moan

"oh my Lady, you are so good",
      "your sweet flower is so clean"

"ah yes young man, you are correct,
      it's good to be the Queen"

Gomer LePoet...

April Fool

It was the 1st of April, I had made up my mind,
to take the plunge, leave the worries behind,
I got down on my bended knee, and said this to you
please my love, will you be my bride?,
my heart was pounding, all nervous inside,
I closed my eyes, crossed my fingers, what more could I do

you looked down at me, and gave me a smile,
every thing froze, for it seemed a long while,
but I could tell by the look in your eyes, the news was bad
you said that you cared, deeply for me,
but marrying me, just could never be,
It knocked me back baby, now I'm going mad

I misunderstood, the signs you see,
got confused, just thinking about me,
I assumed you thought, I was really way to cool    
but the things that I thought, were a mere dream,
too much time spent, with my friend Jim Beam,
it's just so obvious now, I'm the April fool

Please don't tell anyone about this,
let me figure out a new plan,
I don't want to be called the April Fool

David Nelson ...

Once Upon a Time

things in this world can be hard at times
sometimes things just don't make any sense
finding things that make a perfect match
sometimes are just on the other side of the fence

I know the odds of real true happiness
can be so difficult to find it seems
in fact I think to most of us
this only happens in fairy tales and dreams

we search and search looking under stones
we look into the heavens in vain
around the corner behind the bush
it seems like this idea is so insane

but we always wonder if not out loud
at least inside can we find the Rosetta stone
then when you least expect a chance
you know there is no one to share the throne

suddenly from out of nowhereland
the fairytale you have built inside your mind
appears in front you rub your eyes
that's how it feels once upon a time

Gomer LePoet...

Feeling Like a Man, Thinking like a Child

heart is searching for the answers
when it should be the brain doing the work
feelings of a grown wanting man
but a child's mind reaching thru the murk

rainbow's colors blinding the naked eye
living in a dreamscape of the future
throat goes desert dry as I begin to cry
in this grown up game of tug-of-war

like curious George wanting to know
swinging on this vine of aching love
questions should I stay should I go
looking up but nothing from above

never wanting to cause a bit of pain
looking for a sunbeam through the rain
I must be crazy have I gone insane
rose sunglasses and a pearl white cane

this piece of work cannot explain
the consequences that come to mind
if I do this wrong can I do this right
feeling like a man thinking like a child

Gomer LePoet....

The Doctor Will See You Now

holy cow and praise the Lord
things have changed and I got lucky
someone pulled on my ripcord
now my day won't be so sucky

I just got a message from the nurse
she said she heard my crying plea  
be sure to bring your wallet or purse
cause this is really gonna cost you see

everyone knows that you're a whiner
phobia should be your middle name
from Oregon to South Carolina
always looking for someone to blame

I can hear the banjos picking in my head
blowing tones from an old brown jug
forgot to take my meds I said
my pulse is quick I've caught a bug

we all know that you are really sick
but it's not a cold, cough or even the flu
you could make an appointment with just a click
you just want attention paid to you

but the doctor split left me here alone
to deal with things and I don't know how
shut you face and get off the phone
the love Doctor will see you now

Gomer LePoet...

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 ...

I wanted to be

I wanted to be a cowboy, rassle cows to the ground,
I wanted to be a pilot, fly those airships all around

I wanted to be a star, hit the ***** so very far,
I wanted to be a driver, burning rubber in my car

I wanted to be a doctor, save the lives of those in need,
I wanted to be a lawyer, when I was thinking greed

I wanted to be the mayor, take my city to the top,
I wanted to be an actor, hope I don't appear in a flop

I wanted to be a fireman, save the children from the fires,
I wanted to be a copper, catch the robbers, cheats and liars

I wanted to be a priest, help the sinners save they're souls,
I wanted to be a lover, playing the lead man roles,

I wanted to be a father, raise my children to be proud,
I wanted to be a weather guy, explaining the evening cloud

I wanted to be scientist, discover new things in this life,
I wanted to be a husband, have me a pretty wife

I wanted to be a builder, bridges, and buildings reaching high,
I wanted to be a  analyst, wondering why people cry

I wanted to be a soldier, keeping my country from harm,
I wanted to be a human, helping my fellow man stay warm

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...

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...

Magic Box

                      I have this secret box
            where wonderful surprises appear
                  day after day I look inside
               to see what magic has arrived

              magic things that pull my strings
                     and help me to see clear
                    it is a strange day indeed
           when I look and find nothing inside

         mystical words and heavenly thoughts
                     sometimes perfect art
             music that does capture the ear
                     and send my soul aloft

           incredible views of natures beauty
                   that penetrates the heart
              gazing down on a beautiful face
                       with lips so very soft

                      today like any other day
                 I have rushed to peek inside
                 but this is one of those days
                 where disappointment grows

                   little of any consequence
                 or interest has me satisfied
               today the Magic Box is empty
                  I'm sure my sadness shows

               I suppose this is the realization
                that before was just a dream
            that magic only appears to those
                  that are looking for a star

              to wish upon and dream about
                   this digital super stream
               if the magic should reappear
                     I will secure it in a jar    

                   Gomer LePoet...

I Love You

I love you for who you are, you're my constant  inspiration,
your  never ending kindness, leaves me searching  for your  lite    

I love you for what you do, your spatial  imagination,
how you make me feel  special, each and every nite

I love you for your  wit, you always bring a chuckle,
a word, a look , or just  a simple joke

I love you for your kisses, that can make my knees buckle,
I know sometimes I can seem, like a peculiar bloke

I love you for your patience,  your  way of  understanding,
you listen to my rantings, and still know how to smile

I love you for your support, of my poor takeoffs  and  landings,
my latest brainstorm  choices , missed by at least a mile

I love you for  more reasons, than this simple man can reason,
you  constantly surprise me with your  style

I love you because your simple,  you can change just like the season,
I'm glad you agreed to keep me, let me stay for  just a while

Gomer LePoet

Broken

parts get worn out sometimes from overuse
sometimes they just rust away from no attention
they will break if left unattended or subjected to abuse
that is why most things will come with some direction

a dab of oil and occasionally cleaned right
can prevent you from having to worry or fret
won't be waking you up in the middle of the night
with squeaky strange sounds making you sweat

a broken heart is of course another matter
there are no instructions and no guarantees
most lubricants for this will only make you chatter
and eventually bring you down to your knees

why is this the way things are way to often
words never said or sometimes misspoken
add another nail to your hearts coffin
why did we come with a heart so easily broken    

Gomer LePoet...