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

Even a dog can shake hands

as Warren elaborated so succinctly
not everyone is who they portend to be
just gain some wealth or notoriety
and you will very quickly see

now wealth isn't necessarily money
it could be simply your thought
stories for convincing so funny
thinking your mind can be bought

long lost mates from days gone past
who claim to be your friend
now a shadow you somewhat cast
caring souls appear and pretend

and whoa is me when it is time for your vote
good ole boy politicians doing handstands
now they have concern for everyone and their goat
remember even a dog can shake hands

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

Ces Yeux dans la Partie 4 française

Je regrette que je ne sache pas, quand tout était nouveau,
avait vu ces visions tôt, que je vois maintenant quand avec vous,
vous m'avez enseigné tellement, comment vous occuper de moi,
quand je ne peux pas accepter la vérité, les vents me soufflent à la mer


I wish that I had known, when everything was new,
had seen those visions early, that I now see when with you,
you have taught me so much, how to deal with me,
when I cannot accept the truth, winds ******* out to sea

Body next to mine

Hold me real close,
whisper sweet things in my ear,
tell me just how much,
you want me near you

I can't sleep at night,
cause you're always on my mind,
and if I close my eyes,
I swear I can hear you

Oh you are my light,
all my dreams come true,
say that you feel,
the same way that I do

I've got stars in my eyes,
butterflies inside,
I've waited so long
just to be near you

laughing and loving,
there's music in the air,
can't even imagine,
how we could get higher

so happy together,
sharing all the little things,
and when we make love,
you can feel the fire

Oh I want your body next to mine,
yeah I need your loving all the time

Gomer LePoet...

Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday is the Christian celebration of the resurrection
of Jesus of Nazareth from his crucifiction on Good Friday.
If you are not a christian or even if you consider yourself to be one,
and do not place much belief as to whether or not this event actually
took place, but is symbolic in nature, have nothing to be apologetic for.
For those of you who do totally believe in this miracle, because your faith
says to that you do believe, I will not ever challenge. The more important
issue to me, go back two spaces, is Good Friday, as it is called. This day
has much more significance to me.
Jesus, no matter how you perceive his person to be, Son of God,
or King of the Jews, or a not so normal politician, performed a function,
that benefited all of mankind. Whether or not he absolved the sins of
man is up to the believers. What he provided mankind, is measurable and
unmeasurable at the same time. He was the pioneer of Human Rights.
His teachings caused the revolution of thought. His actions stirred the
thoughts of a yearning civilization to reach for higher goals. To bring
attention of the elitist of the world, that they will be held accountable for
their actions, somewhere, sometime. To give a hope to the struggling
peoples of this world. For this, I give thanks and will always look inside
my heart to find what is right.
There will be those of you who read this, that think I am a total idiot.
That I really have no knowledge of what I am speaking. I say to you
that you are probably right, but I welcome your thoughts on this,
and I feel that this is exactly what I am presenting to you, about the
significance of this entire weekend.
Happy Easter everyone, whatever your beliefs.
David Nelson aka Gomer Lepoet

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

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...

Bite my Tongue

words sometimes flow from my mouth
that should never ever be spoken
cruel responses uttered viciously
cause I fear my heart has been broken

expectations set way too high
like a child I want more than my share
if I do not get my wish
I respond harshly like I don't care

deep inside my space filled thought
reaching out to cut so deep
how many years until I'm taught
how long before I finally sleep

without torment from my selfish heart
accepting it's not just about my need
until I learn to bite my tongue
my world will slowly crumble  from greed

Gomer LePoet...

The Better to see you with my Dear

yes I know my eyes are bigger
and I have telescopic lenses
trying to see beyond the camouflage
that you hide behind

but it is the sense of urgency
not so much the false pretenses
your hidden tricks with decoupage
that really blows my mind

you climb the ivory fences
looking down on Wrigley Field
under Funk and Wagnalls porch
inside an empty jelly jar

so hard to keep track of
your words of daily yield
by the light of your burning torch
bounced like an old bumper car

the magic words to break the spell
abracadbra alakazam
make the serpent stand abrupt
or make him disappear

so we exchange pleasant thoughts
and a bite of roasted ham
I'll keep my eyes wide shut
the better to see you with my dear

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

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

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...

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...

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...

Down For the Count

Knew this was gonna be, a tough fight from the start,
the stakes were high, it would cost me my heart,
I trained most diligently, day after day,
blood sweat and tears, prepare for the fray,

took many body punches, right in my gut,
and when I bent over, got a kick in the ****,
you gouged my eyes, took a jab to the neck,
there is no prize money, ain't getting no check,

went down for a 6-count, early in the fight,
first to my knees, then stand upright,
the referee looked me, square in the eye,
you a man or a boy, wipe those tears fancy guy,

so I got back in, and tried it some more,
once again I went down not needing anymore,
but I was an idiot, thought I was tough,
flexed my muscles, thought I looked real buff,

the words were angry, the looks were real mean,
we clenched in the middle, but we finally broke clean,
I tried for a kiss , a hug, and a smile,
told me to hush, needing more than a smile,

one more time, I put my jaw in the way,
took a hard right, thats the end of my day,
down on all-fours, I was ready to mount,
this fight was over, I was down for the count.

Gomer LePoet....

Unified

Here we lie side by side, staring at each others face,
heads on hands held up by elbows, breathing in this time and place,
we share our thoughts, we speak our dreams, we melt into each other's eyes,
we reminisce, we trace our paths, broken hearts sometimes our goodbyes

but tonight we loved, our deepest love, we accepted from each other,
tender kisses we placed, on each others lips, like kisses from our mother,
with such deep love we breathe each other, your lavender I taste,
slowly I feel all of you, every smooth silky inch, rushing would be waste

though sometimes we have our differences, tonight we blend like one,
water and oil, the fertile soil was joined like rain and sun,
I give praise and thank the heavens, for sharing this with you,
I do not deserve, feeling every curve, your musky morning dew  

beads of sweat run down my brow, hearts are beating hard and fast,
almost there, no releasing yet, make this loving moment last,
now I am yours and you are mine, as naked stars collide,
expansion then, and now collapse, we are unified.

Gomer LePoet...

Orbitally Re-Arranged

she was sitting there, right in front of me
I reached out, but could not grasp
music floating, from the vision that I see
touched her hand, try to attach a clasp

everything was modifed, not the same as before
orbitally re-arranged, from versions that proceeded
I listen intently, for a knocking on my door
hoping to absorb, her strength I so desperately needed

she is from another place, another place in time
her voice so soothing, accent like ye of times past
trying to remember, when old tree I try to climb
reaching ever higher, a stone I strain to cast

if only she could breath, the sound to mesmerize
she sometimes seems orderly, so meek and yes so mild
the lashes of extreme, try to cover up her eyes
you wonder if beneath it all, there might be something wild  

shifting in demensions, monotomic elelments survive
shaping our minds, with auburn colors on the crown
pure honesty, pure love, no nothing is contrive
waiting for the man from Zaga, to finally touch down

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....

“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...

Death by Love

Well, it has finally happened, I knew it was just a matter of time,
before the walls of Jericho came tumbling down
and crushed my body, my heart, my mind, my soul
our love was not meant to be, there were too many obstacles
the least being the physical distance between us
the most being we were both already spoken for
we had commitments, we had consciences, we both felt guilt,
you more than I, not that that matters at this point,
we knew that this would or could never, be but we played this
dangerous game of chance anyway, reveling in our adoration
for each others thoughts, feelings in this pretend game of house
we had our disagreements, we had our arguments,
we kissed and made up, we laughed together, we cried together,
we were deeply in love with each other without ever touching,
we pretended to make love, we bathed in the affection,
the care, the concern we had for each others real lives
I know you will struggle with your decision to end it,
but it was the right thing for you to do, as you had constant
internal struggles between right and wrong, good and evil.
As for me, I don't have a clue how I will survive without your
gentle ways, your wit, your love touching me every day.
Now I sit here hammering this story out, knowing this day would come,
but yet sit here in total shock that it has actually happened.
Right now I am numb, though there are tears running down
my cheeks and it will just be a matter of time when the
finality of this actually registers inside my pathetic brain,
this is not my fear, my fear is when my heart begins to feel the
emptiness that will be left behind. My world has revolved around
our relationship, growing stronger and stronger with each passing day.
How will I ever find a way to replace the hole that will be left
and will grow until I am left with nothing. Can I survive this?
I really do not know. I am afraid that I will be another victim of
death by love. if not physically, then metaphysically I know.
My world ended when I read your last message. The mind sees it,
understands it, but the heart has not yet received the message.
Should I wait or call 911 now?

Gomer Lepoet...

Have I told you

Its like I've had VanWinkle's disease ,
suddenly you' have  awakend my mind
I suddenly notice, this beatutiful woman
where have I been, took me too long to find

you've been standing, right here beside me
must have been keeping, my head in the sand
now all the momories are returning
if I reach out, will you take my hand

I can't understand, why I make it so hard
I can't seem to say, the words that I feel
the thought's been there, seems I hide my card
you've been waiting for me to shut up and deal

have I told you lately, how much I love you
have I said to you, your still in my dream
I'm a such a fool to have gambled you'd be here
I have forgotten that we are a team

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...

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...