Poetry or Prose

Is it poetry or prose, now that's a real good question,
if you mix them both together, will it give you indigestion,

many years ago, the old wise and scholarly Hebrew priests,
who created the architecture of surrealistic fantasies, the prose,
it has rhythm, it has rhyme, repetition and imagery but,

the poem is far more like modern music, magic notes you see,
rolling off the tongues of man, almost anyone can be,    

a delightful place to rest a weary soul from travel, is the port,
where the changing colors of the sea, and the twinkling of lights
never tire the eye in its colorful prism,

so it is your choice my friend, you can bend, shape and throw it,
make it what you will, be you a proser or a poet      

Gomer LePoet...

Point of No Return

all in or all out
make a decision
is this what you want
or only
what you thought you wanted
it looked so shinny from over there
but now, up close
there appears to be tarnish
funny how that works out
all too often

they were the cool boys
or so I thought
they snapped their fingers
to the tunes of the blues
but now
they appear rather ugly
hypocritical
the music no longer has melody
too many sharps
too many flats
did I fall asleep
and awaken
back in high school?

They were wolves
in sheep clothing
not what they pretended to be
not friends
imposters
narrow minded
imposters
all in or all out
the point of no return

Gomer LePoet...

Polymath Pretender

the master of absolute complete nothing
these quatrains tell the tale
of a pretender who is suffering
whose life is worn and stale

reach up and raise your chalice
these tainted words used as a phallus
some intentions of twisted mental malice
lying naked in his ivory palace

is this the fade from faded glory
a very sad and ancient story
of repeating repeat offenders
these single-minded polymath pretenders

Gomer LePoet ....

Pompous Circumstances

he was elitist to the max effect
so full of himself in every way
if things were not to his liking
he would wag his finger and say

hey there you insignificant slob
don't you know who I am
I am royalty so above you knave
your words to me a sham

you are not worthy of my attention
why do you interrupt my train of thought
your concern over trivial things
mere trinkets I could have easily bought

so away with ye now you commoner
no longer do I wish you stay
yes you might think me pompous
but Im so special in every way

my products of waste smell delightful
I wallow in food and drink
throw money away like it's water
yes I do not think my **** would stink

you see I am so perfect
circumstances beyond your control
I will now be running for congress
taking more now is my goal

I will sell your concerns and worries
to whomever gives me my want
by the time you figure to replace me
another like me will move to the front

Gomer LePoet...

Pumped Up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun in his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things.
And I don't even know what but he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you.

[Chorus 2x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

Dad – he works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a dark surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette
And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah."

[Chorus 2x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

Ru-ru-run, run, run, run [4x]

[Whistling]

[Chorus 4x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

Mark Foster

Punk Sandwich

there he is walking down the street
slicked back hair and a thin mustache
high rise collar on his button down shirt
sparkle in his eye and always talkin trash

he loved his Italian beef on pumpernickel rye
he loved his mama and his brothers too
he wasn't your ordinary everyday punk
there was more and you knew he knew

fear for him does not exist or so he claims
quicker than a bolting flash of light
behind you with a jagged edge of blade
he is no one to challenge to a fight

he has connections to all the right ones
the ones you need to know for security
or to make some annoyance disappear
his word is golden shinning with a purety

a perfect friend intelligent curteous and brave
but these can all change to weapons of death
if you are so disposed to challange his way
it just might be your very last breath

after dropping you in a pool of disguise
he will tip his fadora with playful grace
back on his brow and cigarella between his lips
and that same old smirk upon his face
  
Gomer LePoet...

Pyrophosphite/Pyrophosphate

Souces of energy, since the beginning of time
chemical processors of matter within
that God did make these, is no mystery of mine
the maker of all things, and that includes sin

all living beings require energy transported
from a tiny bacteria, to a complex human
enzymes with chemical energy reported
how this all happpens, I have no clue man

Pyrophosphate is a simple molecule, an early precursor
consumed by the mystery of organic matter  
but there is something more simple, a complex rehearser
taken away the theories of the dreams they now scatter

Pyrophosphite is smarter, no enzymes required
hydrogen is more bountiful exploding with life
no catylyst needed, to process before tired
water molucules is husband to phosphates wife

does all of this matter, does the matter mean much
when the bottom line ascends to the top
is this too deep, am I way out of touch
science is in me, I cant make it stop

Gomer Lepoet...

Ramblings Part I

Hippy dippy weather men, continued dark all night,
one potato, two potato, keep trying until I get it right,
you roll em up and roll em up, mark em with a 'B',
put em in the oven, the truth shall set you free,

every time I close my eyes, something new goes down,
feel like Mr. Parker, lost in Barrytown,
the caves in Altimira provide historic news,
before Elvis it was Carl, who had those blue suede shoes

ding **** the witch is dead, at least that's what they say,
does wearing garlic necklaces, keep werewolves away,
or am I thinking vampire chicks, who like to play the game,
keep those fangs where they belong, I'm not here to claim

I know I've seen your face before, is must have been in a dream,
I've been in this chase before, a very familiar theme,
the small brown fox, chased a large black bear,
not very smart, unless you really don't care

heart equals love, love equals pain,
anyone who's been in love, has also been insane,
please excuse me , don't mean to intrude,
hope you don't think, that I'm being rude

will the politicians, ever get it right,
they say one thing, then change it overnight,
we keep replacing them, but nothing seems to change,
is there something wrong with me, but doesn't that seem strange

I bet I can keep this up, then again maybe not,
too much Sterlings Merritage, the killer's changed the plot,
now I need to lay it down, say goodnite with an angels kiss,
once again I search the sky, look for the abyss

Gomer LePoet...

Rantings

now I'm hoping not to offend anyone
but this has been a really bad day,
and I'm fixin to climb up the *** of someone
don't really care if you wanna hear what I say

my old dog crapped in the hallway  
looked at me and gave me this smile,
she said I'm gonna do this all day
leaving you pile upon pile

the mechanic said my vehicle was broken
to fix it will cost you more than its worth,
he smiled so I thought I might smoke him
pound his *** down to the earth

my girlfriend said I was crazy
I wanted more than she had,
from that point my mind went kinda hazy
a 12 pack of Pabst and I'm mad

Now I'm trying to explain my bad humor
understand why I talk like a fool,
feels like I have a brain tumor
crap, I almost fell off this stool

tomorrow I'll have a need for a head shrink
I probably won't remember a thing,
but right now give me more hard ***** to drink
some for you too cause I'm gonna sing

well this is my work of wild whining
I  need me someone to blame,
I've been kicked to the curb to drunk for dinning,
I was a good guy,  I'll stay the same.

Gomer LePoet...

Rantings II

don't wanna sound like an ingrate,
but what have you done for me today
you promised me this magnificent dinner,
then threw a box of macaroni my way

you promised me an evening of hot lovin,
you would wear me out and bring me lots of beer
then when I leaned over to kiss you,
you handed me a ******* and said, here

suddenly you were no longer in the mood,
you had a headache and cramps were here too
I asked how could this have happened so soon,
all you could say to me was “hey *******”  

all thru the rest of the night all you did was *****,
I tried to hide from you in the corner of my den
but you even followed me in there, raising a fuss,
said how can you live like this, in this dam pig pen

I looked around at my guitars and my laptop,
had all my music books stacked up real nice
well yes, there were some candy wrappers,
and a day old bowl of pudding made from rice

you said I was totally useless, a useless **** in fact,  
I coward even deeper now, as you told me I was dumb
how in the hell could you ever have married me,
I rolled into the fetal pose, ******* on my thumb  

2 days later I arose, with stubble on my face,
I stumble into the john, and into the mirror I stared
it seemed to take forever for the focus of my eyes,
I jumped back in horror, the picture made me scared

holy crap, what was that, I heard my voice crackle,
sounding like a rusty gate, WD40 should be used
and when I took a second look, afraid what I would see,  
sunken in and swollen, looked like my eyes were bruised  

today is gonna be a different day, this is my intention,
going to shower, shave and put on my poet's hat
it is so quiet now, think she has packed and left
gonna miss her a lot, hope she took her ******* cat

Gomer LePoet...

Rap Trap

          My life's a mess, let me try to explain,
          I'm a 5 minute walk to going insane,
          see there's way to much going on in my brain,
          headed for a crash on a high speed train

          my bones are acrakin', my knees wont bend,
          ain't got no money, but I spend, spend, spend,
          don't know why I feel, I have to pretend,
          took some big blue pills, hoping to mend
          
          things changed so fast, I wasn't even aware,            
          when it hit me in the face, why I do declare,
          time to man-up, need to grow me a pair,
          or I can turn my back and pretend I don't care

          caught in a trap, betwixt and between,
          should I tell everyone, should I come clean,
          I'm so confused, do you know what I mean? ,
          when I look in the mirror, I see Orson Bean

          it's just jive, some people say it's rap,
          if you want my opinion, I think it's crap,
          but I find it hard to get outa this trap,            
          can't stop my lips from goin flap, flap, flap

          Gomer LePoet...

Rap Trap

          My life's a mess, let me try to explain,
          I'm a 5 minute walk from going insane,
          see there's way to much going on in my brain,
          headed for a crash on a high speed train

          my bones are acrakin', my knees wont bend,
          ain't got no money, but I spend, spend, spend,
          don't know why I feel, I have to pretend,
          took some big blue pills, hoping to mend
          
          things changed so fast, I wasn't even aware,            
          when it hit me in the face, why I do declare,
          time to man-up, need to grow me a pair,
          or I can turn my back and pretend I don't care

          caught in a trap, betwixt and between,
          should I tell everyone, should I come clean,
          I'm so confused, do you know what I mean? ,
          when I look in the mirror, I see Orson Bean

          it's just jive talkin, some people say it's rap,
          if you want my opinion, I think it's crap,
          but I find it hard to get outa this trap,            
          can't stop my lips from goin flap, flap, flap

          Gomer LePoet...

Rat Farts

Once again me and my baby have split
now I'm all alone and feeling like doodoo
Im bettin' for sure you thought I'd say ****
can't talk like that when I'm wearin' my tutu

the Doobies in the background rockin' it out
smoked one myself now at least I am writing
stuffing my face with my homemade sour *****
next on my jukebox is a song 5 for fighting

I usually can find a good way to ***** up
too often my mouth gets in the way of my brain
I once stood in front of the asylum with a cup
trying to convince everyone that I was insane

one more hit should make the trip complete
crap, now I spilled a bowl of chili on my shorts
sitting here staring at the warts on my feet
another trip to the doc what can I say but rat farts  

Gomer and Morpheus

Reflection 1:12

another day has passed
an old friend dropped by to say hi
another friend passed away
I laughed and danced
like a silly girl
trying to keep my body  
and mind in tune with the world
sweated like the fool I can be
at this mornings boot camp workout
then pretended to be a homeless drunk
begging for money in the subway
in an afternoon recital
played music with Lester this evening
and stuffed my face with
dutch chocolate ice cream
to negate the sweating boot camp
hope tomorrow
will be
just as reflective
minus the passing
of another friend

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....

Rosanna Danna Danna – Peas on Earth

Hi, I'm Rosanna Danna Danna
and I've got a complaint to make
I'm all for a good balanced meal
and all the vitamins you take

now I like my veggies
like them an awful lot
but think you should try different ones
not just the ones you got

like I'm always hearing someone say
why can't we just have Peas on Earth
I don't think that's fair at all
need other ones too to help control your girth

I mean what's wrong with yellow corn
and what about string beans too
they're chunk full of nutrients
and they taste real good in stew

you can put asparagus on a plate
cover it up with butter
even okra would be alright
do you think I stutter

I mean I just don't understand it
why is all about Peas
everywhere I go I hear
let's get down on our knees

and bow our heads in silent prayer
and make these special pleas
but I want something else
it's not just about these dam Peas

it just goes to show you
it's always something you see
people need to understand
it's not just only me

excuse me Rosanna,
I think you have it wrong
it's Peace, Peace on Earth
they've been talkin about all along

well then that's different
just you never mind
Peace is a real good thing
I hope it's something we find

Gomer LePoet...

Rosanna Roseannadanna – Peas on Earth

Hi, I'm Rosanna Roseannadanna
and I've got a complaint to make
I'm all for a good balanced meal
and all the vitamins you take

now I like my veggies
like them an awful lot
but think you should try different ones
not just the ones you got

like I'm always hearing someone say
why can't we just have Peas on Earth
I don't think that's fair at all
need other ones too to help control your girth

I mean what's wrong with yellow corn
and what about string beans too
they're chunk full of nutrients
and they taste real good in stew

you can put asparagus on a plate
cover it up with butter
even okra would be alright
do you think I stutter

I mean I just don't understand it
why is all about Peas
everywhere I go I hear
let's get down on our knees

and bow our heads in silent prayer
and make these special pleas
but I want something else
it's not just about these dam Peas

it just goes to show you
it's always something you see
people need to understand
it's not just only me

excuse me Rosanna,
I think you have it wrong
it's Peace, Peace on Earth
they've been talkin about all along

well then that's different
just you never mind
Peace is a real good thing
I hope it's something we find

Gomer LePoet...