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David Nelson Oct 2013
100 Billion Stars

our galaxy of beauty as I gaze up to the sky
the creator shares this awesome sight with you and I
more than 100 billion stars in just this view alone
100 billion more just like it though not a perfect clone

and who knows how many more that we cannot see
the universe goes on and on it seems so endlessly
how can we ever begin to understand the reason
changing ever so slowly season after season

there seems to be no beginning and we still search for the end
I would like to search this world with you my special friend
my small mind cannot comprehend I have no single clue
I can only wonder and share these thoughts with you

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Nov 2011
100 Billion Stars

our galaxy of beauty as I gaze up to the sky
the creator shares this awesome sight with you and I
more than 100 billion stars in just this view alone
100 billion more just like it though not a perfect clone

and who knows how many more that we cannot see
the universe goes on and on it seems so endlessly
how can we ever begin to understand the reason
changing ever so slowly season after season

there seems to be no beginning and we still search for the end
I would like to search this world with you my special friend
my small mind cannot comprehend I have no single clue
I can only wonder and share these thoughts with you

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Mar 2020
127 Hasham Street

dancing to the music in her head
she was the quintessential artist

Debussy and Ravel watched her
as she twirled around in perfect circles

her fine laced shoes with flattened toe
she could stand ***** or point

the direction of the flow of her beauty
her long black hair flowing gently

her painted lips so red so bright
I could sit and watch all night

she performed every single night
in front of the 2nd story picture window

I could sit on my deck slowly drinking
a nice glass of the finest drambuie

rolling a fine Cuban cigar under my nose
never lighting just breathing

listening to the music play and
watching the angel at 127 Hasham Street  

Gomer LePoet ...
David Nelson Dec 2013
127 Hasham Street

dancing to the music in her head
she was the quintessential artist

Debussy and Ravel watched her
as she twirled around in perfect circles

her fine laced shoes with flattened toe
she could stand ***** or point

the direction of the flow of her beauty
her long black hair flowing gently

her painted lips so red so bright
I could sit and watch all night

she performed every single night
in front of the 2nd story picture window

I could sit on my deck slowly drinking
a nice glass of the finest drambuie

rolling a fine Cuban cigar under my nose
never lighting just breathing

listening to the music play and
watching the angel at 127 Hasham Street  

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Jul 2010
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...
David Nelson Jan 2015
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...
David Nelson Aug 2011
16 reasons

I gaze each and every day
at your photos on my wall
glimpses of your beauty
reminders of your perfect heart

each and every day I think
of how wonderful it would be
to have more than just these photos
to hold close to my reaching heart

each one is different
in it's own special way
the colors always blending
to make your eyes sparkle like the stars

your golden hair up or down
I love it every way
wishing I could breath the scent
that is only yours alone

tantalizing delicious lips begging
to be kissed by the moon
for I am not worthy myself
I can only gaze in the distance

yes I have these 16 reasons
I can touch and dream about
and even sometimes kiss
the princess in my own fairytale

for it is only in a fairytale
that this old frog
would ever get the taste
of these 16 reasons

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Mar 2010
“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...
David Nelson Apr 2013
1 Good Reason

I cannot think why you would
come to me
other than in my dreams
thinking of all the time
that has passed by now
and yet it still seems
you must have been so lonely
searching for something
to fill that empty spot
someone who would hear you
and whisper words of love
give you everything they've got
to let you know you were important
you mattered in their life
you mattered in their heart
you really were that important
and you shared your love
so they loved you from the start
I guess that is the reason
you loved them too
for more than just a season
your treasures shared
with them forever
that is 1 very good reason

Gomer Lepoet...
David Nelson Jul 2014
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 boquet 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

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Sep 2011
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
David Nelson Mar 2010
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...
David Nelson Aug 2013
3 Cheers
for my mate who passed recently

Paul Francis Sullivan

you will be missed my friend
I will toast you
because I know that is what you would want

Gomer LePoet...
good friends are hard to find, and it is painful to lose one. services today - I wish it were easier
David Nelson Apr 2010
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...
David Nelson Jul 2013
3 Enchanting Ladies

bang on the drum
deep bass delivered
****** the ivorys
the angels voices raised above
Motown meeting hard rock  
the minstrel had to return
to his native land
and opened up
a chance
for me

Gomer LePoet...
explanation is complicated but an audition may be in order soon
David Nelson Apr 2010
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...
David Nelson Nov 2013
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...
David Nelson Apr 2020
6 pack of broken dreams

pop the top again
let another one go
It was just a dream
this I know
reaching up
reaching way to high
to pluck a diamond
a jewel from the sky
tears of sadness
and tears of pain
falling from the heart
just like rain
one by one
they have all fallen
no more left
to hear the callin'
time has slipped
slipped away
tomorrow is just
just another day
if I am lucky
maybe someone will hear
and stop my drowning
in this sea of fear
but then again
does it really matter
throw against the wall
and watch another dream splatter

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Mar 2013
6 pack of broken dreams

pop the top let another one go
It was just a dream I know
reaching up way to high
to pluck a diamond from the sky
tears of sadness tears of pain
falling from the heart like rain
one by one they have fallen
no more left to hear the callin'
time has slip slipped away
tomorrow is just another day
if I am lucky someone will hear
and stop my drowning in this sea of fear
but then again does it really matter
throw against the wall and watch it splatter

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Nov 2013
A Beautiful Thing

when she smiles at me
the glow in her eyes
sends a flame to my heart
when she touches my hand
and sings my name in a whisper
I feel a tear form in my eyes
all the love she brings
calls out to me
take me
take my heart
take my love
it is
A Beautiful Thing

Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson Sep 2013
A corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams

When I came to London
this was all I owned
except for my guitar of course
the jacket would keep me warm
as would my dreams

I was looking for heaven
in the world of music
singing till my voice was hoarse
my fingers blistered
soaking in the young girls screams

was it fame that I wanted
or was it that I wanted to be wanted
I loathed the thought of remorse
if I didn't give it my all
it was one of my recurring themes

so I scrimped and saved
and practiced non stop my craft
I kept my mum as my source
of determination and grit
basking in her smiling beams

the corduroy jacket
has become thread bared
my dreams have run their course
I never became a superstar
but I got what I needed it seems  

Gomer LePoet...
Piece created based on a comment by Scottish musician, Al Stewart, on the beginning of his career.
David Nelson Jun 2010
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...
David Nelson Apr 2020
Adam's Atoms

was it 4000 years or maybe even 4 billion
and how did it really happen who knows
was there really an Adam was he the first
one book says that's the way the story goes

does it really matter by what name we call him
no matter which way you are leaning it's true
someone someway had to be the first of our kind
there was a beginning long before me and you

so where are Adam's atoms these days
does anyone actually think they know
where did the atoms to make Adam came from
was element 117 there then and did it glow

enhanced stability for super-heavy nuclei
validating the concept of the measured decay
you didn't really think after all
we could have possibly been made from clay

are lanthanoids soft enough to work
when it comes to making a man
they are after all luminescent materials
but impossible to hold in your hand

yes it is science over most of our heads
an incredible creation no matter how it's done
Adam has a lot of relatives to relativity
his atoms everywhere you want an example I am one
            
  Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson Jun 2010
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...
David Nelson Oct 2011
A Fragment of my Imagination

a mere product of mental invention
a true democratic for the good of all
what a whole new world of wondrous convention
if everyone stood and heard the call
not what is in it for only the me
but what is best for every creature we see
a balanced world of arm in arm
no shoulders of cold or thoughts of harm
no billionaires or legions of poor
but no free rides either each playing a part
never a taxman knocking on your door
a vision of peace right from the start
no borders kept locked a true melting ***
soldiers not needed because never a war
medical breakthroughs and discoveries so hot
our own personal challenge of raising the bar
no seperation of religion or color or ***
our leaders true leaders egos checked at the door
working together nothing too complex
caring for our earth our dogma of core
how long must we argue battle and fight
when will we at last get something right
John Lennon and Jesus cried give peace a chance
reach our hands to each other sing and dance
what could we possibly actually lose
for thousands of years we've proved the current theory
has done nothing at all but make us sad and weary
  when will we finally be finished paying our dues

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Sep 2011
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...
David Nelson Mar 2013
Akashic Record

from the Sanskrit sky of outer space
connections to the world beyond
may you find concern written upon my face
motionless without a sound
the knowledge of time and futures past
the feeling of the worlds pain
reaching out with stones cast
between the falling drops of rain
the Mahabhuta words so wise
millions upon billions lives gone by
below the ground above the skies
do we share the stars inside
the son of Brahma examines the list
to find the evil and the peace
the tender dreams at long last kissed
recorded for the pasts returned release  

Gomer LePoet ...
David Nelson Jul 2010
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...
David Nelson Mar 2020
A Kiss Goodbye

shed a tear
one last time
reaching out
was once mine
I recall
the dreams we shared
the love that died
nothing left inside
no regrets
no revenge
final verse
a kiss goodbye

Gomer LePoet...
check the musical version of this piece at https://soundcloud.com/gomer-lepoet/a-kiss-goodbye
David Nelson May 2013
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 ....
the the bluest blue eyes
and reddest red lips
and her white alabaster skin
David Nelson Apr 2013
Alien Life Forms

we were on a mission
to go where no man had ever gone before
searching the heavens hi and lo
to the very edges of the universe's  door

out past Jupiter sailing past Mars
we were looking for alien life
it was like we were riding in bumper cars
me and Johny and his wife

we flashed past Saturn
Venus and all her moons
we even searched Yur **** for Klingons
just like you see in cartoons

years passed by without a find
no Romulans in sight
then the thought finally came to us
it came to us one night

just look all around our fabulous Earth
in the sky or under sea
roaming the African Desserts
under rocks how many can there be

alien life incredibly abundant
creatures everywhere you look
and if you can't get out to see this place
I bet you can find pictures in a book

Gomer LePoet....
you need not go to far to find an alien life form - this beautiful earth is abundant with them
David Nelson Oct 2013
All Along the Mulberry Bush

yeah the monkey chased the weasel
she chased him for all these days
she just wanted to hold him
and show him the many ways

the ways that she loved him
the ways that she cared
hoping he would let her in
but only if he dared

was it too much to ask
why can't he see her heart
was it too hard of a task
to let her be a part

a part of his secret world
the part that lasts forever
she wants to taste his lips
and never hear the words never

so will this last until the end of days
will she chase him until he finally drops
just how much longer will this go  
until the weasel pops

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Jul 2010
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...
David Nelson Jul 2010
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...
David Nelson Jul 2010
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...
David Nelson Mar 2010
Alphabetical Order  

amazing are the stars, that fill the eyes of a woman in love,
broken is the heart of a man, who has been turned away,
crowded are the stairways of the souls, searching the ****** glove,
dichotomous minds each separating, between month and day,

emulating the desires, that never seem to be quite filled,
forever left behind in the wake, of the steamy encounters,
gratification comes so close to the edge, of tears that spilled,
humbling the spirit of drive, as she casually saunters

in and out of her trances, thus requiring a special technique,
just as your about to capture, the flag of your quest,
keeping your head above the line, you get just one peek,
lovers separated, never owned, still merely a guest      

might as well step into the path, of an oncoming fist,
never was any remote chance, that this would be resolved,
over and over the words are repeated, like reading a list,
permanently bringing injury to the dreamers involved

quietly, you grab your bags of lost promises and regrets,
resolving to the facts, that are right in front of your face,  
securing the one of you dreams, don't be placing your bets,
trying to hard, seeking too much, another time, another place

underlining the failures, that are displayed on the page,
verification of these unwanted responses, we certainly don't need,
when oh when, can this heartache release built up rage,
xylem pumping the fluid, will it finally bleed

you're standing there now, with nothing to show for the time,
zanyism is quite commonly blamed for the entire episode.

Gomer Lepoet...
- From Rhymes or Reasons Vol I
David Nelson Jul 2013
Alphabetical Order  

amazing are the stars, that fill the eyes of a woman in love,
broken is the heart of a man, who has been turned away,
crowded are the stairways of the souls, searching the ****** glove,
dichotomous minds each separating, between month and day,

emulating the desires, that never seem to be quite filled,
forever left behind in the wake, of the steamy encounters,
gratification comes so close to the edge, of tears that spilled,
humbling the spirit of drive, as she casually saunters

in and out of her trances, thus requiring a special technique,
just as your about to capture, the flag of your quest,
keeping your head above the line, you get just one peek,
lovers separated, never owned, still merely a guest      

might as well step into the path, of an oncoming fist,
never was any remote chance, that this would be resolved,
over and over the words are repeated, like reading a list,
permanently bringing injury to the dreamers involved

quietly, you grab your bags of lost promises and regrets,
resolving to the facts, that are right in front of your face,  
securing the one of you dreams, don't be placing your bets,
trying too hard, seeking too much, another time, another place

underlining the failures, that are displayed on the page,
verification of these unwanted responses, we certainly don't need,
when oh when, can this heartache release built up rage,
xylem pumping the fluid, will it finally bleed

you're standing there now, with nothing to show for the time,
zanyism is quite commonly blamed for the entire episode.

Gomer Lepoet...
- From Rhymes or Reasons Vol I
David Nelson Apr 2013
Analytical Critique of Unconscious Thought

acting out without conscious thought
like those silly shorts that you just bought
the gaudy plaid in a stripped world

capacity bottom-up weighting rule
convergence conclusion you silly fool
uncalled for diatribes that you unfurled

magical spiral of unspoken words
formed by hand into painted sherds
genius clown keeps lips tightly curled

Gomer LePoet....
Huh?
David Nelson Mar 2013
An Angels Tears

she cried frozen rain
the tears had gotten cold
look inside to see the stain
another crease another fold
she loved the one she was with
but another had stolen her heart
she had no answers she pled the fifth
she did not know just where she should start
a painful heart creating all these chilling fears
so beautiful such a an innocence somehow gone astray
her saddened face now covered with an angels tears
now we both wonder how just how it got this way

Gomer Lepoet...
David Nelson Aug 2013
An Audience of 1

such drama in the words
the King in his fashioned garments
seeks the answers in the theater
from the balcony of lonely hearts

from the mouths of golden birds
grasping relief from the torments
from this evening now til ever after
purchases from the sellers carts

oh ye withered days gone past
whispers in the wind of grand thought
the applause from your eyes is my goal
as I cannot hold you closely in my grasp

tis not a tail of ships tall mast
nor all your dreams that I have sought
for it is the stars dreams ye have stole
hidden in the fur of crawling asp
    
Gomer LePoet....
nor am I seeking a standing ovation
David Nelson Jun 2010
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
David Nelson Nov 2013
Angry

Angry birds drop rolling stones
angry words break lovers hearts and bones
angry voices have ugly tones
  
Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson Sep 2011
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...
David Nelson May 2013
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 ...
1 good kiss deserves another... and another.... and another...
David Nelson Aug 2011
Anti-Matter

whatsa matter
feeling fatter
thick and creamy like pancake batter

anti-matter
thoughts that scatter
hard to hear above the clatter

doesn't matter
just climb the ladder
hide from little feet that patter

cold matter
teeth that chatter
wishing that your gut was flatter

compressed matter
old mad hatter
trying to suppress that bladder

I matter
slop on the platter
feel my brain is about to shatter

you matter
tears that splatter
superficial words in a smatter

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Mar 2010
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 ...
David Nelson Apr 2010
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 ...
David Nelson Mar 2013
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,
everything 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

Gomer LePoet ...
A repost of and old poem I wrote when I first started writing
David Nelson Jun 2010
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...
David Nelson Mar 2013
Ask Me No Questions

ask me no questions
and I will never tell you lies
don't look for cherries
inside of blackberry pies
you have all the answers
right there inside your heart
so the only question you should ask
do your words create a piece of art

ask me no questions
and the answer you will not fear
there's no need for perfection
beyond the stratosphere
for the truth lies right here
it's only a moment away
practice by loving everyone
every single solitary day

ask me no questions
unless you seek the truth
like who was that I saw you with
inside the kissing booth
if it was just your reflection
that flashed inside my eye
I must have been walking in a cloud
and now I wonder why

why don't you ask me questions
don't you want to know
how it is inside my world
a wild and crazy show
you see my mind has holes inside
and some have no way out
they lead to nowhere particular
and leave you filled with doubt

Gomer LePoet ...
a real nowhere man living in his nowhere land
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