157 Riverside Avenue

I can hear the razz-ma-tazz piano, ah the sound so sweet
lead up to an old thyme rock tune, making me tap my feet
the clubs have come and gone, changing names over and over
but the music has never left, on this south side of Dover

rock and roll star wanna be's, long hair and fancy pants
kickin out the tunes for us, hoping that we'll dance
here's a tune by rocker Lynyrd, or one by Stevie Ray  
even some old R & B, like Sittin on the dock of the Bay

we sat around and drank our beer, raising hell till 2 a.m.
had to go to work next day, and survive that crap mayhem
it did not really matter though, we'd do it again tonite
cause we were young and feisty, and the music made it all seem right

loud guitars and crashing drums, a fiddle and a flute
as long as it was in the right key, we didn't give a hoot
every Thursday thru Saturday night, drink shots and smoke **** too
it just didn't get any better then, 157 Riverside Avenue  

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...

2nd Helping

well now I've gone and gorged myself
I've devoured every morsel I could find,
but still I have this empty feeling
have I gone completely out of mind

it seems I just can't get enough
I'm needing more and more each day,
taking in all of your natural gifts
constant searching for another way

you reach out to touch my soul
the fragrance of your sweetness I inhale,
a new bouquet of lovely wild flowers
intoxicating like an English ale

so I cannot leave this still empty heart
I must return to the red velvet rope,
back once more for a 2nd helping
where you will fill me again I hope

I think that I might be in a vicious circle
cause I admit I do not want this to ever end,
not only are you this special lover
even more you are this special friend

so when I said before that I was hungry
it is for you that my hunger stays,
I want to bring  you never ending pleasure
so many many times so many many ways

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...

3 Day Death March

It was 3 days ago I reported the death of my world,
an implosion of a not-so-super star like a white dwarf,
though small in size, the dwarf, like my brain is very dense,
the intense fusion of helium to carbon and oxygen left too much
floating matter for my cerebral understanding of the situation.
Well the 3 day death march has started. I finally have made the
connection from my cranium to my bleeding heart. I don't at this
point, know how I can explain the total confusion that has slowly
been absorbing my soul, without the massive usage of four-letter
explicitly descriptive words. I want to yell from the tallest building
in Malaysia how much pain I now feel. Challenging the gods to explain
their compassion for their children, when I did nothing to deserve
this much discomfort and confusion. Oh, I did allow myself the
indulgence of falling in love. How dare me. How ******* dare me.
Do I sound angry? Yes I am angry. As each day passes by, a little more
of my defensive shield disintegrates into nothingness,
exposing me to the truths that are staring me in the eye.
It is over, although the binary counterpart had shown some weakness,
logic overtook that temporary faux pas, a few morsels of fodder
where thrown to me to nibble on, and ease the isolationism
feeling that was slowly absorbing the mind and body.
I managed to control my tuning into recent messages that were
transmitted at first, showing my intestinal fortitude, displaying
my control of the situation. By the second day, a little more slippage of bestowers will, kept hopes high that maybe this wasn't over.
The dreaded third day arrived finally, and confirmation was obvious.
The separation has been confirmed. The messages have stopped.
The sledge hammer has pounded my submission to the ground.
I ******* hate this. From ecstasy to the out house.
I never signed on for this. I never asked for this. I never wanted this.
The 3 day death march ***** big time. Don't know if a 4th day
will arrive. At this point, I really don't give a ****. Love *****.

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...

4 door Electric skillet

flying low into a spiral
magical words created viral
splashing down inside the crowd
play that music so dam loud
swinging high in my backyard
singing words of Kierkegaard
dizziness of lives gone past
anxiety growing oh so fast
loving everyone on your shelf
but don't forget to love yourself
my mind expands I try to fill it
inside my 4 door electric skillet

Gomer Lepoet...

Acrostic

Assimilation of mind to further the agenda of the few

Certification that retrieval of private information is not all they do  

    Relying on sources that can never live up to expectations

       Obligations heavily burdened the shoulders of all nations

          Senseless removal of alternate energy generation

             Thoughtless caring of blight of character destrucion

                 Improbabilites of reaching goals of the faithful

                    Clinging desperately for the return of the saviour

Gomer LePoet...

A Fast Moving Train

I was walking along on Avenue D
my mind was on some things left behind
I did not notice you walking my way
when I saw you I nearly lost my mind

a tall good looking **** blonde
with legs that went all the way to the ground
I tried to say hello to you
but my mouth wasn't connected I found

I was hit by a fast moving train
my heart left my body to float in the sky
if only I could have said what was in my brain
now I'm standing here, now I'm left standing here

I turned around and watched you walk away
you glanced back over your shoulder
you gave me a wink and a smile
I was thinking boy I wish I could hold her

I started running just as fast as I can
to catch up and ask you your name
I wanted to know if I could take you out
just call me Samantha, my heart was aflame

I was hit by a fast moving train
my heart left my body to float in the sky
if only I could have said what was in my brain
now I'm in heaven, now I'm in heaven

Gomer LePoet...

Aftershock

it's been another bad day I'm shakin like a leaf
my house collapsed and I'm looking for relief
the walls rumbled and rattled until it finally fell
I can still see the flames like I'm livin in hell

yes I told my woman I think I needed a break
thought she'd understand boy what a mistake
she seemed bored with me more than I with her
but when I made this comment I could see her fur

the hair bristled up on the back of her neck
her eyes fired daggers so I hit the deck
I bobbed and I weaved dodging her slurs
I could feel my shorts being filled with burrs

seems it's ok for the woman to be restless and bored
but you better not say this to her or you'll get gored
with those barbed missiles attached to her tongue
you'll be picking thorns out of you ****

yes the walls shook loudly from the aftershock
I think this is gonna cost me my head's on the block
I begged for forgiveness but it was to no avail
I handed her the hammer and a 2 penny nail

so I've been kissin her **** now for over a week
still lookin for a paddle to get out of **** creek
bought her a nice big diamond to ease my pain
it didn't work still carrying the ball and chain      

so I shake my head and wonder why I'm so dumb
as I sit in the corner ******* on my thumb
don't stir the *** leave the lid on the crock
or you better be prepared for the aftershock


Gomer LePoet...

A Key, an Envelope, and a Mouse

I had just gone to the mail box, to pick up the mail
riding in my golf cart, with my mouse by my side

the key was in my left hand, when I tried dodging a snail
I tipped to the left, then to the right, everything I tried

the key flew away, I grabbed my mouse by the tail
but it was no use, watched a pole and my cart collide

the envelope squirted the other way, reaching to no avail
I bounced out the other side, and landed right on my pride

I was lying flat on my back , with my arms I did flail
I hurt my neck, no my arm, no, I think I might have died

maybe I had to much to drink, just one too many ale
maybe it was actually more, my brain was pretty fried

people were now starting to gather, wondered if I needed bail
they were gasping, and yelling, help him up somebody cried

the mouse was licking my face, I heard someone mention jail
could not get my *** to budge, no matter how hard I tried

the envelope was stuck to my head, so was a roofing nail
think I must have wet myself, an idiot, this can't be denied

the key was found up my ****, when removed I started to wail
holy mama mia I yelled, it was stuck and had to be pryed

tipped my cart back on its wheels, the engine sang a funny scale
you sure that you're ok, I'm just fine, you know I lied

grabbed my key, my envelope and mouse, and outa there I hi-tail
pretended nothing had happend, and continued on my ride    

Gomer LePoet...

All of a Sudden

I was on my way to work, standing on the corner
waiting for the walk like to flash before crossing
I glanced over my left shoulder to check the traffic
before proceeding forward, when all of a sudden

there you were, a double-take if ever there was
eye-grabbing, breath-taking golden-haired goddess
I could not help but stare at her, even though I audibly
told myself do not stare at her you bumbling fool ...

Ir was 2 am when I awoke in a chilling sweat. The sheets
were soaked as my body was drenched. I had been having
this horrible dream, no nightmare. I was trying to evade
these South Equdorian rebels, who though I was some
sort of spy for the CIA, the FBI, NSC or something.
I had ducked in some heavy brush, when all of a sudden

there you were, the golden goddess I had seen this
morning while waiting to cross the street. You were
signaling to me to stay down, with your finger over
your lips telling me to stay quiet...

Ah Friday night, two tickets to see the Boston Red Sox
at Fenway park. What a way to spend an evening.
A co-worker who I had dated several times had scored
two box seat tickets from her boss at the Bank.
At the end of the 3rd inning, I told Emma I was going
to get us a couple of dogs and beers and strecth my legs
I walked up the ramp to the concession stand and got
in line. I looked over at the next line, when all of a sudden

there you were, this was the third time in 3 days that
we had crossed paths. Coincidence? What's the odds?
Something was going on and I needed to find out
what that something was. I decided I was going to
stop her and ask what was going on. I took my eyes
off of her for only a brief couple of seconds, but when
I looked back, she was nowhere in sight. I mean nowhere...

Gomer LePoet...

All of a Sudden chapter 2

I was sitting at my desk, going through some files.
It was just after noon, when the phone rang.
It was Emma, my friend at the bank where I used to work.
"Gomer" she says. "something wierd is going on".
What is it Emma? "I was sitting at my desk, when this
outdoorsy looking tall blond was at my boss's desk, and I
overrheard her asking about you." when all of a sudden ....

there was a knock on my door. The suddeness startled me
I had not had a visitor to my office in nearly 2 weeks.
"come in" I said. The door opened, and this mousy little
guy wearing a tattered jacket and a Yankee ball cap
entered. "Mr LePoet" he asked. "I have a package for you".
I signed for the package, handed the old boy a $5 bill.
He tipped his cap, smiled and said "Have a nice day"
as he exited my office. The package was in old plain
brown paper, about the size of a hat box. I was about to
cut the twine and open the box when all of a sudden ....
    
looking out my 3rd floor window, down at the street,
I could see the mysterious blond getting out of a
limosine. She was accompanied by an older gentleman
wearing a leather jacket and a fedora. They seemed to
be in a hurry and it appeared that the man had a firm
grip on the dames left arm, almost pulling her along.
They were headed for the 20 something story building
accross the street. I thought just maybe if I ran down the
stairs I could catch up with them and find out what was
going on. I ran down the stairs, taking 5 steps at a time,
and when I reached the street level I saw them just
entering the building. I started to yell, when all of a sudden ...  

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...

And The Winner Is

competition
trying to get ahead
fighting for our lives
can we make a difference

searching
what's the right way
is this all just a dream
think of a way to explain

dreaming
will I find the answer
is my mind really this feeble
sometimes it is just a bit to much

winning
is there really a winner
just what did you win
show me the prize you won

future
is there an ending
when will the end occur
will we know or go to waste

faith
faith in made up stories
I believe in the maker
but just what is the purpose

knowledge
boy is this a joke
some think they know
what fools just take a look around

caring
for every living creature
this is what God is all about
this is what I feel is right  

aliens
we search for them
look into our own world
they are everywhere you see

beauty
what a beautiful world
look at everything you see
look into the mirror

winner
you and I
I will raise my hand
and the winner is....

Gomer LePoet

Another Day

well another day has come and gone
and thoughts of you
still linger in my mind

it is so hard letting go
after all this time
just so hard

glances we have exchanged
sometimes angry
most times with love

we never did really
never totally understood
what it was all about

it was a about the beauty I think
the beauty of you
the beauty of life

the thought of you
will always be there
pictures of your smile ever present

I will see your face
reflecting in raindrops
as well as in my tears

I will miss your touch
if I close my eyes tightly
maybe I will feel you

I hope the dream is true
we will all meet again
in another way

the circle of life
goes on into infinity
colliding with stars

how many times
have I completed this circle
and how many more

scary stuff huh
we don't have any real clue
or do we

you seemed to have a clue
I always felt you knew something
and you wouldn't share it with me

you were tricky that way
I'm gonna miss you
I'm really gonna miss you

wow all these heavy thoughts
and know what
tomorrow when I wake up
it's just Another Day in the Circle

Gomer LePoet...

Apology to Meenie

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

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

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

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

Gomer LePoet ...

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 ...

Arkansas Traveler (a violet love ointment)

I wanted to write a thank you note
to my friend with a golden heart
her words and passion for this world
retold by me are only a feeble start

with skilled pen she writes with wit
she writes with love for all
stories of ancient fabled worlds
and cries for political *****

she wants a revolution
not a battle of knives or guns
there seems to be room inside her heart
for all forgotten ones

music is her language
across the universe
she reaches out her hand
to touch us with every verse

the civil war makes her sad
as it should be for all
there is no understanding
of this wasteful wounded fall

my reaching out and thanking her
is just a word of pleasure
for all the great things she has said
her words I'll allways treasure  

Gomer LePoet...