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David Nelson Mar 2010
Mystic Starfall

I'm all aflame, with this burning love call,

this unearthly queen, Mystic Starfall,

she turns my head, she lifts up my soul,

afraid that her kisses, will take a huge toll,

when you expect most, she fades in the night,

she hides in the darkness, appears in the light,

I need something, something I can hold,

I reach out to touch her, her curtains unfold,

all this time hidden, what a waste, what a crime,

this beautiful maiden, lost beauty in time,

unmasked from behind, her eyes how they shine,

and now they look down, straight into mine,

this incredible beauty, once afraid to appear,

now is most anxious, to show its so clear,

she has been released, the shadows no more,

my Mystic Starfall, a tigress now, a kitten before

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Mar 2010
My Window

Staring out my window,
sometimes the view is very wide,
sometimes the view is very small,
How can that be, it's the same window?,
sometimes my window is CinemaVision,
sometimes my window is TunnelVision,
and sometimes the blinders offer no vision,
how can I be so right, and yet again be so wrong?,
how can I love so deeply, and yet show such little regard?,
my world is so incredibly large,
and yet so infinitesimal,
I cannot believe most of the things I can see,
how am I supposed to believe the things I can't?,
I wish I had answers to some of the troubles of the world,
but it seems I have none, nada, zip, clueless,
I consider my self fairly smart, but obviously I'm quite stupid,
is it me or does the world seem to becoming more difficult?
I can't even understand what is going on outside my window,
how in the hell can I help mankind?

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Sep 2013
My Window

Staring out my window,
sometimes the view is very wide,
sometimes the view is very small,
How can that be, it's the same window?,
sometimes my window is Cinema Vision,
sometimes my window is Tunnel Vision,
and sometimes the blinders offer no vision

how can I be so right, and yet again be so wrong?,
how can I love so deeply, and yet show such little regard?,
my world is so incredibly large,
and yet so infinitesimal,
I cannot believe most of the things I can see,
how am I supposed to believe the things I can't?

I wish I had answers to some of the troubles of the world,
but it seems I have none, nada, zip, clueless,
I consider my self fairly smart, but obviously I'm quite stupid,
is it me or does the world seem to becoming more difficult?
I can't even understand what is going on outside my window,
how in the hell can I help mankind?

Gomer LePoet...
and sometimes the blinders offer no vision ....
David Nelson Jun 2010
Nervous Breakdown

Thanks to everyone who has been so kind,
thanks to all my friends but now I find,
my mental state is way out of whack,
its a real good thing I d ont smoke crack

but my head is ******* feeling like lost,
maybe I'm make believe like Jack Frost,
cause the real world is becoming to much,
feeling like I'm completely out of touch

I hear music and it brings me tears,
these sweet sweet sounds, rolling thru my ears,
I reach out to touch and I reach to far,
thinking like I'm really some big rock star

and though they are polite, and mostly kind,
I know they think, I have lost my mind,
I'm searching too hard, to find someone,
I reach out to touch, and then they run

so it's appearently time, for the ****** bin,
maybe just one more glass of dry gin,
I'd put on my pants and head out to town,
but I think Im busy, having a nervous breakdown

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson May 2013
Never Ever

never park you quark in the dark
never eat soup with a fork
never put your tongue on a spark
or my friend you'll be sorry

never put a noose on a goose
never bet the *** on a duece
never tell someone they are obtuse
or I guarantee you're gonna be sorry

never answer the door in the raw
they'll tell everyone just what they saw
if it's long and skinny like a straw
it will get posted and you'll be sorry

never hit your hand with a hammer
never go to church with a smoked up jammer
never hang out with guys from the slammer
you really will be very sorry

never pretend to be a friend
if you're a friend be there til the end
never assume before you hit send
if it's the wrong person you will be sorry

Gomer Lepoet...
some things to consider :)
David Nelson Jul 2013
Newton's Law

I put it in motion moving in space
the classic mechanics with egg on it's face
it is your basic movement of virtual action
every single cause has a reaction

if you push you get pull in the inverse
back and forth forward then reverse
too many challenges can burn itself out
momentum building creating the doubt

a message was sent could not be retracted
bodies in motion over reacted
gravitational pull increases acceleration
now sitting alone no participation

will the owner of the souls ever return
or am I left out here alone to burn
should have thought sooner before releasing the arrow
she has been injured clipped the wing of the sparrow

now searching for remedies everywhere rootin'
trying to reach Sir Isaac Newton
return the bodies to orbit each other
just like before like sister and brother
  
Gomer LePoet....
can't recall if this was a rule of Isaac or Fig :)
David Nelson Oct 2013
Newton's Law

I put it in motion moving in space
the classic mechanics with egg on it's face
it is your basic movement of virtual action
every single cause has a reaction

if you push you get pull in the inverse
back and forth forward then reverse
too many challenges can burn itself out
momentum building creating the doubt

a message was sent could not be retracted
bodies in motion over reacted
gravitational pull increases acceleration
now sitting alone no participation

will the owner of the souls ever return
or am I left out here alone to burn
should have thought sooner before releasing the arrow
she has been injured clipped the wing of the sparrow

now searching for remedies everywhere rootin'
trying to reach Sir Isaac Newton
return the bodies to orbit each other
just like before like sister and brother
  
Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson Sep 2011
N.H.O (near human object)

most of us have heard of the NEO -
a near earth object that can have affect
all of us should be concerned you know
will the wounds inflicted be glancing or direct

I mean an orbiting body can suddenly drop
and cause considerable damage to the brain
this body can be cold at times make your heart stop
usually warm but can still crush you like a train

oh but I'm speaking of this lady over there
almost every time I see her I can hear her purr
I mean a celestial body with goodies to spare  
can make your eyes swell and your tongue grow fur

yes though we have never met I always sigh
I can feel the gravity pull me to go so near
her smile delivers a direct hit to my heart no lie
my heart and I will be casualties I fear

though no one else on Earth will even ever know
the voice inside my head tells me to scream
her face has created an eclipse of heavenly glow
to be with her would fulfill my dream

I've always been enamored with things in space
the unknown thought has captured my soul
this story has been told another time another place
another orbiting body has capture me whole
  
Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Mar 2010
Nice Hawaiian Punch

I was standin there you see,
I wusn't expectin nutten,
when she double sucker-punched me in the gut
my belly revolted badly,
fowl words were on the button,
civil conversations like a pairing knife cut

It's been in the works you see,
we've been beggin for a fight,
the pressure is too much for you to take
so when I wasn't lookin',
first you threw a left and then a right,
and that is why now my belly ache

now the truth is setting in,
my waves have settled down,
a big mistake has reared it's ugly head,
my world will be in sorrow,
my presence banished from this town,
a nice Hawaiian punch the pain I dread

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Aug 2013
Nights of the Round Table

his name is Arthur
he is the king
friends and foes
rolled up sleeves gathering

two of a kind
or a simple straight
hide your eyes
make them wait

call their bluff
bet too high
every **** week
the days pass by

you can't stand
to stay away
flick the chips
more work than play

a shot of milk
you force a grin
sweat runs down
you wipe your chin

I'll see your 5
and raise you 10
drop your shades
over and over again

the bell has rung
your wife has said
it's time for you boys
to get to bed

you and your sons
stuffed with cake
tomorrow you'll wake up
with a bellyache

but you wouldn't miss
be it truth or fable
a week with the boys
nights of the round table  

Gomer LePoet...
you wouldn't pass on a night with the boys
David Nelson Nov 2013
No Badge of Courage

I have never been in war
I have never had the desire
to take the life of another human
nor did I ever have this desire
to trod through mountainous
or sand blown desserts
or any hot steamy jungle
dodging bullets and poisonous insects
or snakes like the two step of Vietnam
a snake so named because that
was usually the number of steps
a man could walk before falling
after he had been bitten by one

no I have never had the desire
to carry a 50 lb pack on my back
in sweltering or freezing conditions
pursuing a frightened kid or worse yet
a crazy kid wanting to **** me in
the name of his chosen god

yet, I somehow feel incomplete,
I have had friends who endeared
these conditions, some who never
returned to their friends, families
except in a wooden box

but I feel that I never fulfilled my obligations
in wake of this Veterans day
I once again have this feeling of sadness
this feeling I never put my life on the line
to defend a creed, a purpose, a need
of other peoples who needed help
to fight the indignities of killings
tortures, slavery

to defend them in their reach for
justice, freedom, humanity.

So all I can do I guess is do what
I do every year about this time,
thank these brave men and women
who sacrifice their time, their lives
to help keep this and other nations
safer, humane, with dreams of the future
may whoever your chosen God or belief
protect you from harm today
in the hopes that tomorrow will be better


Gomer LePoet ....
may all veterans be made safe this and every day. thank you for your service
David Nelson Apr 2013
No Goodbye Kiss

she came in from out of nowhere
with only a smile on her face
no grand celebrations
of her arrival
and now she has gone
with barely a trace

now she has gone and left me
my lonely heart left all alone
no grand celebrations
when she left
with no goodbye kiss
placed upon my tear stained face

Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson Jun 2013
No Goodbye Kiss

she came in from out of nowhere
with only a smile on her face
no grand celebrations
of her arrival
and now she has gone
with barely a trace

now she has gone and left me
my lonely heart left all alone
no grand celebrations
when she left
with no goodbye kiss
placed upon my tear stained face

Gomer LePoet....
not even a memory anymore - I didn't know something that seemed so special could be just shrugged away like a bothersome gnat.
David Nelson Dec 2013
Nomads of the Galaxy

searching here and there and everywhere
being pulled in all directions
how do your prove you really care
where to place your lost affections

if you realize you have no more
and given all there is to give
do you release the latch upon the door
and let the body free to live

free to roam where gravity pulls so bad
a brand new journey a brand new place
for we are all just roaming nomads
searching to fill an empty space  

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Mar 2010
No More Sweets

I've managed to outdo myself,
I've made a failing grade,
my sweets no longer thinks of me,
its a zero centigrade,
sure, I knew what I did was chancy,
complete collapse was high,
but nothing ventured, nothing gained,
is the motto I go by,
I still hold the view of high regard,
in every single thought,
the chance was taken, I was mistaken,
in what it was I sought,  
and now my thoughts blow in the wind,
they are torn and scattered,
any possibility, of this reconcile gone,
as if it really mattered,
I will return again someday, my head held high,
walking busy streets,
until then, I'll mourn in peace,
knowing no more Sweets.

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Mar 2010
No One Seems To Notice

Finding the world of poetry, really hard to crack,
writing prolifically, but no one seems to notice,
I'll pay my dues, I'll accept the  hardened facts,
I'd gladly except criticism, but no one seems to notice,

Someone please tell me, on just what should I focus,
looking for direction, but no one seems to notice,
should I write about love affairs, or some silly hocus-pocus,
tell me I'm a hack. but no one seems to notice,

I leave messages to Blue Rose, hoping that she'll see,
I'd love to share my thoughts, but no one seems to notice,
I've read her poems diligently, I've shared her fantasy,
her Rapture of a Dream, but she does not seem to notice,

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Apr 2020
No Place to go

I have no place I have to go
and no special time to be there
stuffed in the corner of a cardboard box
reading William Shakespeare
my jaw is tight muscles tense
need a breathe of crisp clean air
but I have no place to go
and no special time to be there
that trip to Paris will have to wait
the businesses are closed
everthing just standing still
like an artists picture posed
will my mind get lost
will I choose to jump
out of sheer dispair
you see I have no place I have to go
and no dam time to be there  

Sandy@Beach
aka Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson Jun 2013
Nothing Too Serious

well my knees are knocking
and my eyes so blurry
think I jumped out of bed
in too big a hurry

but don't get excited
I'm not delirious
I'm sure I'll be alright
it's nothing too serious

and just why are you here
have you gone crazy
wasting your time on me
you know I'm rather lazy

I have no ambition
and several mental conditions
but I sure like to dance
to songs of my own rendition

I found a new sponsor
said she'd get me straight
I asked her are you sure Doc
you sure it's not too late

now I have a crush on her
she is so mysterious
I hope to keep it together
nothing too serious

I'm glad you are my friend
but I may forget tomorrow
the memory is going
do you have any money I can borrow

I think I heard a knock on the door
now I am really curious
hope they're not coming for me
maybe I should take it more serious

Gomer LePoet...
Are you serious? nah don't think so, or do I!
David Nelson Aug 2011
Nothin like true love

me and the wife had a fight last nite
lots of cussing and slapping each other around
she said I was a loser if ever there was
she coulda found something better in the dog pound

I said yeah I lost alright that's rather obvious
just look in the mirror if you dare
well she kneed me in the vestubles realy hard
and yanked out a couple of my nose hair

she said I was lazy never worked a day
if it weren't for her papa we'd be starvin
well your papa's not all that smart I said
else why did he marry a woman named Marvin

back and forth and around we went
one jab worse then the other
she threatened to have my **** whooped good
by her stupid fat *** brother

well when we finally stopped to catch our breath
she had me in a headlock
I accidentally fondled her breast
and then we started to rock

she pulled me close and gave me a smooch
we both said sorry and we knew
we were gonna get us a bottle of scotch
get fallin down drunk and *****
  
Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Sep 2011
No way Jose

sitting at the stop light racing my engine real loud
looking in my rear view mirror waiting for the next sucker
pipes bellowing a cracking sound drawing attention

everyone was staring I had attracted a rather large crowd
this dude pulls up next to me a kiss I throw as my lips I pucker
there was no doubt  a good *** kicking was my intention

he raced the engine of his helpless piece of crap
thinking he would impress me with his guile
he had no idea who he was messing with poor *******

the light turned green and the fire belched a thunder clap
screaming off the line leaving burnt rubber in a pile
this look of horror on the goofballs face my reflexes so mastered

as he faded to the background becoming a mere dot
I was keenly engrossed my mind so focused eyes transfixed
there was not a chance in hell no none not this day      

I chuckled to myself as I cruised to the next challenging spot
there was not going to be any caring today no emotions mixed
looking in my mirror once again no not today no way Jose  

Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson May 2013
Now I lay me

now I lay me down to rest
like a warriors drum my heart pounds inside my chest
anticipation was not out of line
her soft kisses placed upon me set afire my soul sublime

now I lay me down with joy
her gentle touch and soft whispers tossed me like a toy
her warm breath and heaving sighs
love was everywhere especially there in her eyes

now I lay me down to dream
of natures beauty the trickling of a wooded stream
hoping she will stay here with me
is my hope beyond all hope that this will be

Gomer LePoet...
She was everything that I had hoped for
David Nelson Jan 2015
Now You See Me

I finished before I started
creating my own mass extinction
the power of my word
silenced the potential of renewal
I wanted it so much
and I couldn't have it
my own anxiety
created my own black hole
gone in a flash
consumed
dying

Gomer LePoet...
Now you don't
David Nelson Aug 2011
Nursree-Rhymed-Rap

you got yer Jack be nimble
you got yer Jack be quick
you got yer Jack jumpin over a candle stick
he jumped so high
he almost touched the sky
you see he burnt his nads
and it made him cry

you got yer 3 little pigs
you got yer Goldilocks
you got yer big bad wolf dumber than a fox
he huffed and puffed
and took a big hit
and they all joined hands
they were smokin some ****

you got yer Little Red
you got yer 3 brown bears
sippin on soup and sittin in chairs
Red danced on the table
yeah she danced really good
the bears gave her money
to see what was under the hood

you got yer Jack and Jill
you got yer buckle my shoe
climbin that hill what they gonna do
Jack played pattycake
according to rumours
trying to get inside
of little Jill's bloomers

you got yer Little Miss Muffet
you got yer itsy bitsy spider
he made a big mistake sitting down beside her
inside her purse
she kept a can of Raid
she drenched his ****
and now he's daid

you got yer hey ****** ******
you got yer dish and spoon
you got yer old spotted cow jumpin over the moon
there's Humpty Dumpty
and the fiddling cat
the little dog laughed
to see Jack Sprat splat  

you got yer round the rosey
you got yer ba black sheep
pullin the wool over yer eyes as you sleep
****** ****** dumplin
so what is my point
whoever wrote these riddles
musta been smokin a joint

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Mar 2013
Nursree-Rhymed-Rap

you got yer Jack be nimble
you got yer Jack be quick
you got yer Jack jumpin over a candle stick
he jumped so high
he almost touched the sky
you see he burnt his nads
and it made him cry

you got yer 3 little pigs
you got yer Goldilocks
you got yer big bad wolf dumber than a fox
he huffed and puffed
and took a big hit
and they all joined hands
they were smokin some ****

you got yer Little Red
you got yer 3 brown bears
sippin on soup and sittin in chairs
Red danced on the table
yeah she danced really good
the bears gave her money
to see what was under the hood

you got yer Jack and Jill
you got yer buckle my shoe
climbin that hill what they gonna do
Jack played pattycake
according to rumours
trying to get inside
of little Jill's bloomers

you got yer Little Miss Muffet
you got yer itsy bitsy spider
he made a big mistake sitting down beside her
inside her purse
she kept a can of Raid
she drenched his ****
and now he's daid

you got yer hey ****** ******
you got yer dish and spoon
you got yer old spotted cow jumpin over the moon
there's Humpty Dumpty
and the fiddling cat
the little dog laughed
to see Jack Sprat splat  

you got yer round the rosey
you got yer ba black sheep
pullin the wool over yer eyes as you sleep
****** ****** dumplin
so what is my point
whoever wrote these riddles
musta been smokin a joint

Gomer LePoet ....
these aren't your mama's Nursery Rhymes. :)
David Nelson Sep 2011
Ocean Boulevard

cruising down the road with my player blasting
me and Eric just soaking up the sun
palm trees blowing in the cool Miami breeze
God I am lucky just so lucky to be one

loved by so many more than I deserve
and yet I sometimes **** and moan
it's time for all of that to change
I think I'll call the flower on the phone

wishing she was here the wind in her hair
and she is only in my heart and mind
but that makes it all the more special
as I breathe in the salty air so fine

yes I love the ocean and I love the sea
I love the ones who show special care
I love the islands and I love the sun
but boy do I hate tight underwear

gonna have to pull over and readjust
maybe pull in here and stop for a beer
wow look at that view from the garden in back
Ocean Boulevard how I love being here

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Jun 2013
Ockhams Razor

I'm sure the world has ended
at least in that part of town
at the very least an avalanche
has brought everything down

maybe the sky has fallen
or a volcano has blown it's stack
all the souls have been devoured
by a ravishing wild wolf pack

a sudden catastrophic earthquake
has shaken the ground apart
that must be what has happened
the seismic waves right off the chart

maybe it's the warming effect
that has caused the oceans to heave
and everyone is on an ark
they suddenly had to leave

the answer must be simple
why she no longer calls my name instead
should I use the Ockham's razor
and shave the truth right off my head

Gomer LePoet...
A rule in science and philosophy stating that entities should not be multiplied needlessly. This rule is interpreted to mean that the simplest of two or more competing theories is preferable and that an explanation for unknown phenomena should first be attempted in terms of what is already known. Occam's razor is named after the deviser of the rule, English philosopher and theologian William of Ockham (1285?-1349?).
David Nelson Sep 2013
Often I Have Wondered

If I heard a knock at my door
Would you be the one standing there waiting nervously 
Would you smile real big as you handed me a bouquet of Sunflowers And would you say, I picked these fresh from your garden
Or would you say Hello Babydoll, It's just me
 
Often I Have Wondered
 
Would you take me to a really nice restaurant?
Or would it be McDonalds for me
Would you wine and dine me
And would you walk real proud with me by your side
Would you fix me a home cooked meal with candle light?
Or would you say Hey good lookin, whatcha got cookin
 
Often I Have Wondered
 
If we were dancing, would you step on my toes?
Would you do the funky chicken?
Or would you take me around the floor with a little two steppin
Would you pull me close, hold me tight and no matter the pace of the song
Would you stare into my heart & slow dance all night long?
 
Often I Have Wondered
 
If I closed my eyes to sleep
Would I awake to a kiss from your lips, a warm touch from your hand?
Would I open my eyes and smile & see you smiling back at me
Would I drift off to sleep alone or in your arms?
And when I awake would you be there
Or would it have all been a dream

Perly Sunflower 2011
trying to keep her words alive - alive like she is in my heart
David Nelson Jul 2010
Okie Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Jun 2013
Once a Knight always a Knight
(but is once a day enough?)

Once the Queen has dubbed thee
thou art a Knight forevermore
but should thouest knock more than once
on thine lovers door

to spend a life known as Sir
not quite as good as Sire for sure
but to feel the lips of your love
behind closed doors not so demure

if making love to her just once
can completely fulfillest thine dreams
just imagine how wonderful then
to hearest her multiple screams

that would surely dependeth of course
if thouest were using thine sword correctly
and providing a thorough tongue lashing
applying thine tongue directly  

me thinks proving yourself worthy
to thine country and Queen more than fluff
but hugs and kisses for your lady of love
once a day not nearly enough    

Gomer LePoet ....
this was overheard coming from Sir Lance-a-lot :)
David Nelson Sep 2011
Once Upon a Time

things in this world can be hard at times
sometimes things just don't make any sense
finding things that make a perfect match
sometimes are just on the other side of the fence

I know the odds of real true happiness
can be so difficult to find it seems
in fact I think to most of us
this only happens in fairy tales and dreams

we search and search looking under stones
we look into the heavens in vain
around the corner behind the bush
it seems like this idea is so insane

but we always wonder if not out loud
at least inside can we find the Rosetta stone
then when you least expect a chance
you know there is no one to share the throne

suddenly from out of nowhereland
the fairytale you have built inside your mind
appears in front you rub your eyes
that's how it feels once upon a time

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Sep 2011
One More Day

I know I said I closed the door
but being a fool even when I say
I don't want to cry no more
what I would give for just one more day

but that would only make it worse
cause after that day has gone away
guess the next line of the verse
yes I would ask again for one more day

round and round it would never end
have to go when I really want to stay
it's real bad when you fall for a friend
how can you not want just one more day

things sure turned out to be a mess
it's hard to walk when you have feet of clay
but you know I must confess
all I can think about is one more day

if I were snowbound I would have an excuse
then you could not just turn me away
the only plan that you could deduce
would be for me to be here one more day

if I just sit and watch and make no sound
if I bow my head and begin to pray
you could pretend I was from the lost and found
then I could stay one more day

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Mar 2010
On My Face

Got something you want to say, write it on my face,
Want me to know what u did today, write it on my face,
Searching for Jupiter tonite, look out into space,
Hoping to make things seem right, write it on my face

Advancements, promotions, just write it on my face,
Untimely demotions, you can write it on my face,
Directions to your house warming, write it on my face,
Comments you feel harming, dont leave them on my face  

Mouth speaking out of turn, leaving egg on my face,
You wanting me to return, leave it on my face,
Severe pain deep down inside, write it on my face,
Trying very hard, very hard to hide, don't write it on my face

Old friends echoes from the past, write in on my face,
New friends added to the cast, write that on my face,
Dreams wished and never reached, you can see that on my face,
Hearts broken, promises breached, see the tears run down my face

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Jul 2010
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...
David Nelson Oct 2011
Ostentation or Pomposity

ostentation or pomposity
it doesn't really matter
the self importance in your words
makes your head much fatter

humility and realness
a personality of reaching higher
putting others out in front
are traits that most admire

aloofness or audacity
pretentiousness and vanity
conditions of the ego
shows a loss of true sanity

define it with big words
or make them really small
but your airs or arrogance
will finally lead to your fall

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Sep 2011
Out Behind the Barn

me and Jimmy Dickens
were in the barnyard feeding chickens
we were both 11 about that time

when up the road came Susie Kasper
with her cousins Ted and Jasper
a couple of teens headed for a life of crime

they signaled out to us
I could hear Teddy cuss
they walked up and whipped out a couple of butts

they said here take a puff
if you like this I got better stuff
so I did just like a dumb old klutz

I coughed and I wheezed
I farted and then I sneezed
my eyes were leaking like a sieve

Jimmy was smarter I guess
but he too finally said yes
took a hit and felt the burn of a shiv

we both puked as they laughed
it was there very special craft
they always managed to make you look like a fool

but they patted us on the backs
said boys now just relax
you won't learn a lesson like this in no school

then Susie gave me a big wet kiss
wow sure wasn't expecting this
I was in a trance until I heard this horn

it was my mom back from the store
she yelled someone help me with this door
but I was busy gettin educated out behind the barn  

Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson Jul 2013
Out Behind the Barn

me and Jimmy Dickens
were in the barnyard feeding chickens
we were both 11 about that time

when up the road came Susie Kasper
with her cousins Ted and Jasper
a couple of teens headed for a life of crime

they signaled out to us
I could hear Teddy cuss
they walked up and whipped out a couple of butts

they said here take a puff
if you like this I got better stuff
so I did just like a dumb old klutz

I coughed and I wheezed
I farted and then I sneezed
my eyes were leaking like a sieve

Jimmy was smarter I guess
but he too finally said yes
took a hit and felt the burn of a shiv

we both puked as they laughed
it was there very special craft
they always managed to make you look like a fool

but they patted us on the backs
said boys now just relax
you won't learn a lesson like this in no school

then Susie gave me a big wet kiss
wow sure wasn't expecting this
I was in a trance until I heard this horn

it was my mom back from the store
she yelled someone help me with this door
but I was busy gettin educated out behind the barn  

Gomer LePoet....
concept based on old country song by Little Jimmy Dickens
David Nelson Oct 2011
Outside looking In

topsy turvey turnabout
must be guilty of some sin
cause once again I'm outside
I'm outside looking in

now you see it now you don't
using slight-of-hand
things change oh so drastically
so hard to understand

peek-a-boo now you're it
must be time to turn and hide
I know there is an explanation
but it tears me up inside

sometimes the sun will shine
but the clouds always return
get so excited when I need my shades
but when will I ever learn

for every moment of sublime bliss
there are a hundred worse
a thousand times a goodbye kiss
it's such an evil curse

no explanation saying why
none is needed I'll take it on the chin
growing colder inside no more tears to cry
I'm outside looking in  

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Mar 2010
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
David Nelson Mar 2010
Pasco DaMama

In the 15th century, there was this famous man,
if anyone could find things, this man can,
he was of Portuguese bloodlines, whose father was a knight,
raised around royalty, his life was no plight,
yes Vasco DaGama an explorer extraordinaire,
his voyages to Africa made everyone aware,
yes, he was well respected, admired by all,
but there was this constant rumor, echoing the hall,
he had a 3rd cousin, on his mothers side,
when Vasco was questioned, his existance denied,
the rumor has it, that this guy was a goon,
some even referred to him, as the royal bafoon,
he could not find his own ***, with either hand,
much less an island, in an ocean so grand,
it was said he would pretend, to be a Captain of Order,
but wasn't allowed, to take a boat near the water,
yes Pasco DaMama was an insult to his nation,
his family saved up, and sent him on vacation,
they only gave him money, to get one way,
they say he never returned, they never saw him again,
and from that day forward, Vasco had a grin.

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Apr 2013
Passion

a passionate mind is searching
for ways to show desire
a passionate soul inquires
of ways to ignite the fire
passion is more than caring
it is the hearing of whispering leaves
passion is more than sharing
it is everything that one believes
passion defines the depth of your heart
to show the things that you love
the echos that ring are only the start
passion comes from above

Gomer Lepoet...
The fire that burns inside
David Nelson Jun 2010
Pathetic Mess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Jun 2010
Peanut Butter and Jam

I like peanut butter, I like toast with jam
don't care too much for brocolli on a stick
or a hunk of liver that's really thick
I really like swiss cheese on ham

dont like the spill of oil, don't like it one **** bit
like the smile of small young child with their mother
that is a smile that is like no other
hated wrestling getting my face in the arm pit

loved coping a buzz and hearing music from a live band
loved the feel of my loved ones soft lips on mine
its cool watching old movies about Franenstien
always liked everything I tasted with the Nestles brand

I hate wars and senseless killing it just makes no ******* sense
I don't like it when my jockey shorts ride up my crack
I get jealous of someones fame when I think they are a hack
I look at my final desitination with no false pretense

going to the moon would be such a spiritual thing
meeting my president would be such a special honor
it would be fun playing tennis with Jimmy Connor
how I would love to be on stage with friends and sing

wish I could have met Jesus Christ the man
his mistreatment on any level was way to cruel
if I drink to much I have a tendency to drool
hey remember the Nanny her name was Nan

the Little Rascals were such silly kids,
their Woman Haters Club was such a fake
now how long does it take to bake a cake
too sad when once famous people hit the skids

why does everything taste like chicken fried
will this world recover from the financial woes
will the hopes of all the poor ones in back rows
I thought of death and then I cried

now the words can flow freely for this is who I am
I will never be rich or famous my shoulder I will lend
I will always be here if you are in need of a friend
yes I really really love peanut butter and jam

Gomer Lepoet...
David Nelson Dec 2013
Pearls from her Lips

her eyes burn right through me
sending flames of desire
her kisses even hotter
throwing fuel on the fire

her soft lips sweeter
so much sweeter than wine
Zinfandel with a peppery touch
and curves my god oh so fine

but more than just beauty
her thoughts bring me to grips
with wisdom in her words
sometimes pearls from her lips

Gomer LePoet....
David Nelson Oct 2013
*** Wee Hunt

he carries his trombone
everywhere he goes
blows with puffy lips
right below his nose
they say that it's the jazz
that makes him strut and prance
whatever you might call it
seems more like a dance
he was born in Ohio
and also played the banjo
even had his own band
and sometimes played a tango
he did the 12th street rag
it made number 1 on the chart
he played until he could no more
he played with his heart

Gomer LePoet ....
jazz player from back in the day
David Nelson Aug 2011
Perfectly Imperfect

there are so few things that I do correct
hell I'm still learning how to stand *****
with my ape like qualities making strange sounds
the stupid words I utter could be measured in pounds

you know deep down inside I really do care
I have a ton of feelings that I will gladly share
but sometimes my thoughts get caught up in the word I
I won't stop talking until I make you cry

I miss the banner T says at the bottom of the page
I go from weeping chimp to a silverback in rage
trying to get a grip on my now empty heart
I wanna go back again go back to the start

why is it that sometimes you find out too late
that you should keep yourself in a cage or crate
until you learn and understand what smart really is
and no I'm not talking about a scientific wizz

I guess I'll continue writing self deprecating lines
until I learn more than just swinging on vines
I don't know how else to explain how my heart burns
hoping someday my sunflower returns

Gomer LePoet ....
David Nelson Jun 2010
Perky ******* & Pouty Lips

Now I'm thinking I am, your typical male
who loves beautiful women, and all they entail
tall or short both, make my heart do flips

but the things that I, like for sure
it's alright if, they're somewhat demure
are perky *******, and pouty lips

a personality, is a wonderful thing
it would be cool, if she can dance and sing
don't mind playin poker, and bettin those chips

a sense of humor, with a snorting laugh
always willing, to give you half
umm but I crave perky *******, and pouty lips

I love watching them, when they come and go
swingin those hips, to and fro
make my heart beat do, a couple of skips

but look at those *******, and that **** mouth
causing a disturbance down to the south
god I love perky ******* and pouty lips

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson Dec 2013
Perly Sunflower

Everyone likes flowers, I mean why not?,
they're pretty to look at, and smell really good,
they come in all different colors, sizes, and shapes,
I may be wrong, but I think they're even on grapes

Red, White, Blue, Yellow and Pink,
big leaves, small leaves, thorns, pistils and stamens,
bees really love them, Bumble's, sweats and honey,
the magnificent butterfly, and sometimes a bunny

they're good to chew on and they smell fantastic,
at least the bunnies and beetles think so,
It's really hard to pick out a really special flower,
you can run it through your mind for over an hour

but there is one special one, that I've become quite fond of,
It's yellow and brown and reaches out to the sun,
basking in the brilliance of the morning sunlight,
she really stands out, she's such a beautiful sight
  
I had not paid very much attention to her previously,
It took me a while to really notice, mixed in like that,
then she grabbed my leg one day as I walked by,
I looked at her more closely, she caught my eye

we had a longer conversation that particular day,
we chatted about this and that and everything in between,
there was something special about this one with leaves so curly,
and I decided to name her my Sunflower Perly

we've become much closer over the last few days,
not sure why exactly, just seems to be a connection,
I make sure I stop by everyday to see how she feels,
and she smiles up at me my Perly so real

Gomer LePoet...

- From Rhymes or Reasons Vol I
an accompany piece frozen in time from 4 years ago
David Nelson Mar 2010
Perly Sunflower

Everyone likes flowers, I mean why not?,
they're pretty to look at, and smell really good,
they come in all different colors, sizes, and shapes,
I may be wrong, but I think they're even on grapes

Red, White, Blue, Yellow and Pink,
big leaves, small leaves, thorns, pistils and stamens,
bees really love them, Bumble's, sweats and honey,
the magnificent butterfly, and sometimes a bunny

they're good to chew on and they smell fantastic,
at least the bunnies and beetles think so,
It's really hard to pick out a really special flower,
you can run it through your mind for over an hour

but there is one special one, that I've become quite fond of,
It's yellow and brown and reaches out to the sun,
basking in the brilliance of the morning sunlight,
she really stands out, she's such a beautiful sight
  
I had not paid very much attention to her previously,
It took me a while to really notice, mixed in like that,
then she grabbed my leg one day as I walked by,
I looked at her more closely, she caught my eye

we had a longer conversation that particular day,
we chatted about this and that and everything in between,
there was something special about this one with leaves so curly,
and I decided to name her my Sunflower Perly

we've become much closer over the last few days,
not sure why exactly, just seems to be a connection,
I make sure I stop by everyday to see how she feels,
and she smiles up at me my Perly so real

Gomer LePoet...
- From Rhymes or Reasons Vol I
David Nelson Nov 2013
Philosofication

Personally, I’m not ******. Somebody I know is. He is so upset over something he had no control over that the rest of his day is “Absolute ****!”. His words, not mine. In fact, this all started in the morning when he tripped on a rock. It was then that he decided the whole day is ruined.

I really don’t have a clue how somebody can get that angry over stupid ****. How can a whole day be ruined by one silly little incident? That was less than 20 seconds out of the 86,400 seconds in the complete day. How does that ruin the entire rest of the day? The only explanation I can come up with is that these people have a case of stickuptheassititus.

That is a word. Trust me.

The people suffering from this believe that one little incident will have a profound effect on the rest of their existence. Tripping over a rock means that there is no longer a reason to be happy. In fact, any bad thing that happens leads to more bad things. Even if they have to go searching for it.

In recent studies that were never published because I just made them up, people with severe cases of stickuptheassititus have been known to rip heads off of kittens that aren’t cute enough. If their daily routines is interrupted, they will blow a proverbial gasket. It will be their main concern to make sure their whole day, and the day of those around them, is complete and utter ****.
In a recent survey that never happened, 3 out of 10 people firmly believed the Universe was out to get them because a bird took a healthy crap on their windshield. 2 out of those 10 have been miserable since ’76 because they didn’t get the 13″ Six Million Dollar Man action figure dressed in a red NASA style jumpsuit and came equipped with a Bionic Arm, a Bionic Left Eye with a wide angle lens and an Engine Block for Christmas.
Seriously folks, I don’t see the point of being miserable and ******* over things that are completely out of your control. If you trip over a rock, watch where you step. Get over it. **** it up like a big boy and move on. The Universe did not put that rock there to get you. It is not a grand conspiracy to make you have a bad day. Just because one tiny insignificant incident happens, does not mean everybody is out to get you.
Let me put this into perspective for you.
NOTE: Those with tiny brains should stop reading in fear that your head will explode and the person sitting next to you will have to clean it up before somebody sees your exploded head and accuses them of ******. Save them the headache of having to go on trial for a crime they may have wanted to commit but didn’t actually do.

Back to the perspective thing.

You are nothing more than a speck in the Universe. You are not part of the grand scheme of things. Your short life on this tiny, blue green rock is not going to make a difference to anybody who does not know you. Not even to a few that do. I don’t know. I try not to judge. Often.
This rock is over a couple million years old. It has seen it’s share of creatures come and go. Once you are gone, it will just move on. This little rock is also floating somewhere in this vast Universe that stretches farther than your eyes can see. If you were to stand in front of a map of the Universe, You wouldn’t even be able to see the teeny, tiny little arrow that says “You Are Here.”
That being said, You were not singled out of the multitude of organisms is this Universe to be picked on. Sometimes, **** just happens. To think that You are special enough to have the whole Universe stop what it is doing just to **** with you is beyond ridiculous and kind of insulting. It’s not like your Me or anything.

Time to Philosoficate

In the evidence that even the great and powerful ME is also a speck on the pimple of the Universe’s ***, I feel it is time to reflect on the way things could be. My view is a simple one, don’t spend what little time you have wasting it away in a pissy, little ***** mood.

Me personally, I don’t like being angry or in a bad mood. I would prefer to be happy.
There are rare moments when I get so angry I lose sight of the big picture. Moments when I just spent two hours creating the best design ever and Illustrator crashes so I lose everything. I don’t get ****** at the program for crashing. It doesn’t have an emotional reason for causing me grief. I get mad because I was the complete idiot that didn’t save his work for two hours. I get ****** at myself.
Besides that, the only other reason I would get angry is if somebody purposely caused harm to my family. Thank the Universe that hasn’t happened yet. I don’t have the time to torture somebody yet so I’ll just end up locking them in a crate and then forget about them like I did my pet turtle Mr. Shell. Then I would have to make the time to dig a grave or burn the crate which would stink up the neighborhood. Either way, CSI people would be involved and then I would have to take the extra time to find the best person to frame for the crime.
I didn’t even get ****** when I failed miserably trying to walk to Phoenix. Disappointed, Yes. ******, No. Still think it would be an awesome idea but I will not be doing it.
Anyways, for those of you who actually get it, good for you. For those that are inflicted with it, most of you are hopeless causes and will eventually whither away. The Universe will still keep rolling along. Take a brief moment on this journey of life and take that stick out of your ***. Walk over, smell the flowers and resist your urge to ***** about them. Life gets a **** load better when you’re not always worked up over the tiny details.

* By Scott Linke *

Gomer LePoet....
I found this editorial while searching for time travel/distances to deepest observable universe, and I thought it worth a look.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE
David Nelson Aug 2013
Phinius T Bluster

a northern wind blows
like the howling of his name
bringing forth insults
adding more to his shame
he trusts not anyone
and no one offers him their hand
making his living
off the sweat of other peoples land
he is the cruel banker
even his brother likes him not
after taking the land of Buffalo Bob
they put him on the spot
the Indian Princess Summerfall
attending the tribal dance
caught the miserly Phinius
with his hands down a young mans pants
she reported him to the council
then to the association of federal banks
now he stands on the corner
selling sour ***** and franks
    
Gomer LePoet....
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