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...

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

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

Sultan of Swing

He was a rocker and a roller, always had a plan
loved beautiful women, yes he was a full-blooded man
drove a fast fancy car, had plenty of bucks
when times went bad, he'd just say "aw shucks"

a great attitude, he cared about the world
tried giving his time, as causes unfurled
gave freely his money, and offered his mind
yes he was a prince, always so kind

music was his calling, his goddess of life
more passionate with notes, then most with their wife
he would listen and play, and lift his voice to sing
happy dancing feet, he was the Sultan of Swing  

whenever a cloud, would pass in front of the Sun
he took it as a challenge, a reason for some fun
a happy little tune, would somehow appear
he would whistle and hum, until resolution was near

rock tunes were great, loud cruising guitars
he'd play anywhere, on the street or in bars
making people smile, was his favorite thing
jazzy dancing feet, he was the Sultan of Swing

Morpheus aka Gomer LePoet

Pathetic Mess

I got egg on my face,
I'm a big disgrace,
hear my name slandered, all over the place

got stains on my shirt,
from last nite's dessert,
walking round with my head, in outer space

went to the store,
slammed my finger in the door,
everyone there, laughed and pointed

tripped over a stack,
of crunchy Craker Jack,
all contorted, like I'm double-jointed

called my girl last nite,
got into a fight,
she slammed down the phone, said I was an *******

drank whiskey from a glass,
got drunk on my ***,
smoked some ****, in an old hash pipe

then I couldn't get up,
got sick and threw up,
just laid there mad, I was really disgusted

then the cops were there,  
cuffed me to a chair,
you're ******* pal, cause now your busted

yes I am a mess,
and I must confess,
my pockets are empty, got me no money

need to remove this cob,
find me a job,
and oh yeah, a brand new honey

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...

The music stops

in the background I can hear the tune
a melody that makes my mind wander
it's too bad but I find that all too soon
my knees and feet begin to flounder

the beat has faded and I struggle
trying to dance when the music stops
the words were plain so close I snuggle
then suddenly spinning like tiny tops

did I forget to insert another dollar
was the plug accidently pulled loose
it's like someone grabbed my by the collar
crawl back into my hole like a recluse

I try to remember the magic words
the ones that made the music play
musical notes from singing birds
but just like that they fly away

a constant mystery how it comes and goes
maybe it's my imagination sprinkling mystic drops
but why do I seem to stand on the tips of my toes
like a ballerina after the music stops

Gomer LePoet...

A Train Wreck

I know the last time I talked to you
I was pining for this lady,
I fell head over heals, for that country girl smile

We were fast in love
you know I don't mean maybe,
everything was going great, at least for a while

Then she started backing away, I was standing there all alone

I thought that we might be as one
live our lives together,
but it just didn't work out, there were complications

for resolving reason we did not see
a compromising answer,
we did not part ways, with any expectations

yes we both started backing away, no longer was I standing there alone

A head on collision caused us both a pain in the neck
obvious to you and me there would be no glory
we were both headed for a big fat train wreck
I know it's such a sad sad story

well now I'm back in ***** tonks
searching for another,
it just gets to **** lonely, being all alone

need someone to share with
a life of loving laughter,
excuse me while I get this, I'm wanted on the phone

We were getting closer now, should we go through with this again  

A head on collision caused us both a pain in the neck
obvious to you and me there would be no glory
we were both headed for a big fat train wreck
I know it's such a sad sad story
we both know its a sad sad story

Gomer LePoet...

All of a Sudden chapter 3

A large white limosine, smoking rubber, screached to a halt.
Rapid rifle and pistol fire was exiting thru the open windows
of the limo, and people all along the street, including myself
were ducking behind lamp posts, mail boxes, down alley ways.
I didn't know if the mysterious blond lady and her companion
had been able to avoid the flying bullets or not. The Limo
screeched it's tires again, and sped away down the street.
I raced over and into the building to see shattered glass, but
no one was in sight. I glanced quickly at the elevator as I
heard the ding and the doors closing. The elevator had
started it's ascent by the time I arrived. I watched the LED
numbers rise and then finally stop at the 13th floor. I pushed
the up button and the elevator began to descend. It had made
no other stops going up and appeared it would not stop
on it's return trip until it arrived at the ground floor.
The bell rang and the door slid open, when all of a sudden...

The cops were now entering the building with they're guns
drawn, and they were looking right at me. Out of shear
terror, I raised my hands as they approached. They asked
me of course who i was, and what I was doing there. They
wanted to know what I knew. For some strange reason,
I told them I knew nothing, I was just passing by, heard
the shots and ducked in here. While 2 of the cops were
questioning me, another had gone to the open and dancing
elevator door. He yelled for his buddies, I followed them.
There lying on the elavator floor was the strange man I
had seen with the mysterious blond. Blood was coming
out of his neck. He was dead alright, with this look of
sheer terror on his wrinkled face. I did not know if he had
been shot by the people in the white limo, or, crap,
I wondered if the blond had anything to do with it.
And I knew she had gotten off the elavator on the13th floor .
At least I thought she did. The cops were looking at me
again suspiciously, when out of the corner of my eye
all of a sudden ...

There she was, sneaking out a side door. How in the hell
did she do that? I thought one of the cops was going to
see her, and again I don't know why, but I stood in front
of him, blocking his view and began asking him questions.
I was already under some suspicion, and my interruption
was not very well accepted. He told me to go sit down
in one of the chairs in the reception area, and he would
be with me shortly. He had questions he wanted to ask
me. Don't leave he said, I will be there in a minute as
soon as my seargent shows up. So I found myself a
stuffed chair and sat down, running the whole scene
through my head again. When all of a sudden ...


Gomer LePoet...

Ils disent les yeux, sont la fenêtre à l'âme,
quand j'examine ces yeux, je me bats en gardant le contrôle,
ils disent que l'homme ne peut jamais savoir, d'où il est venu,
mes mots pour expliquer tout cela, semblez si très très boiteux

Those Eyes in French Part 1

They say the eyes, are the window to the soul,
when I look into those eyes, I struggle keeping control,
they say that man can never know, from whence he came,
my words to explain it all, seem so very very lame

Chaos

look up to the sky the cloud formations random choice
look out at the sea the waves breaking without routine
look at the people walking by in such a heavy rush
everything around seems to be total and complete chaos  

but patterns exist everywhere in our sometimes frantic lives
from the beginning of this world to the end of all time
just that we don't have a million spare years to observe
how nature, God's child, repeats herself over and over

but have you ever thrown a peeble into a stream
and observed the beautiful pattern of ripples
what may appear as chaos is in fact total rhythm
that someone like Tchaikovsky could turn into a thing of beauty

these patterns will repeat themselves over and over
the human being will also create patterns in their life
what again may seem as total chaos, and well might be
it is in fact more likely that it is a repeat of a previous action

so though we might think of results as total randomness
more than likely it is a result of complete repetition
love, hate, tolerance, aggression, denial, apathy
the patterns of our lives, our world, is anything but chaos    

Morpheus aka Gomer LePoet...

Ship of Fools

ship of fools , sail into the night
knowing no fear is your downfall
not feeling concern, is your saddend plight
no one to hear your cries or your calls

pleading for mercy, begging for life
the brashness has listed on side
sinking deeper, like the edge of a knife  
your watery grave is where you'll hide

we think we're invincible, we know not of fear
presumptuious us challenging the rules
never learning, when the past has made it clear
forever we sink, oh sad ship of fools

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...

Ces Yeux dans la Partie 5 française

vous trouvez la façon de me rapporter, sauver mon âme furieuse,
ces yeux peuvent voir tout, pour lequel ils prennent un péage,
vous êtes mon très d'ancrage maintenant, m'a sauvé de mes mensonges,
Je sens l'univers tous nouveaux de nouveau, quand j'examine ces yeux

you find the way to bring me back, rescue my angry soul,
those eyes can see everything, for that they take a toll,
you are my very anchor now, saved me from my lies,
I feel the universe all new again, when I look into those eyes

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...

- From Rhymes or Reasons Vol I

Don't call me Shirley (tribute to Leslie Nielson 11/28/2010)

sometimes you made me laugh so hard I cried
and a tear did fall when I learned that you died
a doctor with a growing nose in that crazy Airplane
we have to get this person to a hospital in words so plain
what is it a passenger inquires so sincere
a building with patients you made it clear

and when Priscilla climbed that ladder in the study
without even sneaking an up skirt glance
nice ****** was your comment nearly killed me buddy
one could only imagine she wasn't wearing pants
thanks I just had it stuffed was her retort
had to hit the pause and then restart

and the blinded detective with the Naked Gun
back when OJ was still a media prince
you and George kept those bad guys on the run
hasn't been a comic duo that good since
you left us all behind way way too early
just one more time "Dont call me Shirley"  

Gomer LePoet...

4 and 20

Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton,
scuse me, while I kiss this guy,
old times there, are not forgotten,
4 and 20 blackbirds, baked in a pie,

now of course, the question has to be,
just what is the point, of all these crazy quotes,
the message seems quite clear you see,
unless you've been too busy, tending to the goats

just why is it mandatory, that have to keep jumping down,
would it not be easier, to stay there all along,
and just what did Jimi mean, why would he kiss a clown,
or did I misunderstand, the meaning of his song

I also take exception, to the fact presented here,
that old times or not forgotten, never fade to black,
hey, I cannot even remember your name my dear,
just who were those jokers, Frick and Frack

Is it really possible to fit all those birds,
under the crust, of just one pie,
and of course the thing that bugs me,
is why, oh why, oh why

Gomer LePoet...

Okie Girl

When I look at you,
I see my version of heaven
with all the stars that fill the skies
right there in your eyes

When I look at you,
I see my dreams come true
everything I ever wanted
everything I ever needed

When I look at you,
I see the sadness on your face
I hear the tears come falling down
the tears I sometimes cause

When I look at you,
I feel the pain you have inside you
I hear the laughter you sometimes release
the laughter I sometimes create

When I look at you,
I weep because I cannot have you
I cry because I cannot please you
feelings of ineptness fill my mind

When I look at you,
I know I have no answers
no ways of resolution
to fill your void

When I look at you,
I condemn the day I wandered in
into your life to complicate
into your world where I had no place

When I look at you,
I know no way to step aside
to leave where I do not belong
to put things back where they were  

When I look at you,
I wonder how are lives will ever be
ever be the same again
ever be the way we want them to be

When I look at you I know
I cannot ever be with you
I do not want to be without you
I depise my life and the mess I have made

when I look at you
I wonder if you will ever forgive me
I wonder how I will go on if you don't
I know how much I love you


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...

Four Skin and Seven Years Ago

When I was older
so much older than today
I needed everybody's help
in oh so every way

old shriveled shrunken parts
quite near the tombstone row
glassy eyed lawn dart throwers
never ever sitting on go

ghosts of Lincoln's Hillsborough
shrieking for their master
constant fear of letting go
their hearts beating ever faster
 
please bring me a piece of peace
throw fate to the wind
a sprinkling of my Fur Elise
only has she never sinned

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...

Bring Out Your Dead

bring out your dead, that's what the collector said,
in a barrel or a box, with or without a pair of socks,
no one shall cry, not interested in where or why

the teacher should never stop learning,
young hearts should never stop yearning

Roll up the streets, can't take those rhythmic beats,
Shut the city down, the senator is a part time clown,
fight the winless fight, keeping low below the light

reaching out to the weary and fallen,
hoping you hear them all callin'

I can't remember when I knew just what was going on
seems I have lost my connection
praying that soon the guilty well be gone
it's time to change, my direction

pull your bootstraps up, on the corner with a paper cup,
dig deeper down, hold your chin up, refuse to frown,
show them all your grit, refusing to ever quit

the schemers will never stop scheming
the dreamers should never stop dreaming

Gomer LePoet