Old Sam's last supper
The old jailer came around to Sam that night.
He asked Sam what he wanted for supper.
Old Sam said with a smile on his face.
Mash tarter piled sky high, gravy that runs down the side like
A river. Corn on the cobs with the corn being real yellow. Like as if the sun was shining on it.
A nice thick steak rare to see the blood I have spilled.
A thick pile of apple pie with whippers-in on top as if it had snowed.
The jailer said will do,
Sam said if he could eat his supper by the moon light it would be great.
After the meal old Sam said to the jailer. Let's get this necktie party started.
I want to go home to heaven before the morning sun.

No Hot Dog for this dog
I'm a little puppy that loves to eat.
Ham bones, pork chops that are great.
But no hot dogs for this dog.
Pizza and chips they make me flip.
Ice cream and cake i can rake it in.
But please no hot dogs for this dog.
I'm the queen of the house, even the mouse don't get the cheese
Steak or nothing for me.
May be a taco for this taco.
Just no hotdogs!!

Who are you? You are not rich, you are not famous, you're not a politician, not a movie star, not poor. Who are you? You are not a preacher, you are not a teacher or even a Sunday school teacher you are not a football player or a sports star. But who are you?
Your not a Fireman or even a policeman, Your not a solider or a ring master.
Your not a wrestler or a boxer to.
Your not a cowboy or a redskin fan.
Who Are You ? I"M ME!!!!

Oh,no buffalo
I was headed to buffalo,ny,
On a sunny day.
I got to the start line then a nightmare took me by surprise.
I started to snow a flake here and there.
The closer I got the more I thought.
Oh No Snow in Buffalo.
Then I got to the city line I could see a wall of snow.
I turned around and headed back.
But oh no buffalo snow hit me like a ton of brick.
Now I'm stuck in Buffalo.
Dam and it's only the 4th of July.

Holiday sales
The holiday season is just here you can tell.
The stores are marking the prices up to sell.
The season starts with a preblack friday sale.
This is where they look to see how many people will be buying this year.
Then it black friday the sale of the year.
The stores all rush to mark up the prices
So they can give you a10% off sale.
People run through the stores like a herd of cows.
Pushing and grabbing everything in sight.
Stores stay open most of the night.
Saturday come the sale is not done
Now you have after black friday sale two days of the left overs are gone.
Now on to mon where the people stay home or go to work. So they can shop on line.
It's cyber monday what a joy. Sales on the computer until it goes dead.
Now it's time to relax for next week we have pre christmas sales.
Oh joy for the season I like it alot but i just want to know what my bank account looks like.

Running in the rain
Your running in the rain
Not to get wet, As the drops fall on your head.
Trying to dodge each drop as they fall.
You keep running in the rain.
You have no umbrella for today.
The rain  drops do fall.
Harder and harder. You don't want no more.
Run my friend the rain drops won't stop
They call for rain all week long.


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A bean
One day I found a bean it was a funny looking thing.
As i looked i seen it jumps across the floor.
I watch as it rolled out the door.
This funny looking bean.
I ran after it as it jumped down the steps
Not missing a single one.
As I followed it down the road I was joined by a crowd.
We watch as it jumped side to side and back and forth on the street.
Soon to the middle of town where a policeman said stop and watched the bean roll to a stop.
He called in a voice that's a Mexican jumping bean.

I am looking for America
I am looking for the America that fought to develop into a nation.
I am looking for America that fought Indian to get land to become a nation.
  I am looking for America that fought to give the blacks their freedom.
Where has this America gone?
I am looking for America that won two world wars.
I am only looking for America that put a man in space.
I am looking for America where people stood on the street on the 4th of July
And saw the flag go by. And they put their hand on their heart.
Where has this America gone?
I am just looking for America where you dine with your neighbor.
I am just looking for America where children played games in the street with no fear.
I am only looking for America.Where you say hello to any person and they say it back.
Where has this America gone
Over 200 years living together  we Should live as America
I am only looking for that America!

They say that little boys are made of shells and snails and puppy dog tails.
They say that little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
       BUT WHAT ARE MOMS MADE OF?
Moms are made of thunder. As her voice booms to say,"Stay out of the cookie jar!!"
Moms are stronger than superman. When you want that peanut butter jar open.
    But most of all moms are soft and full of tears.
When you hand her flowers and say," I LOVE YOU MOM!!"

I was born a flag red white and blue in color.
13 Stars And 13 strips.
I have been in many places. But still fly for only one nation.
I have seen many wars and been fired on and full of holes.
But I still fly high.
I fly on just about every building and many of home.  
I fly in some places only for the hero's that are dead.
I bow to no other and will never do.
I fly because I love you

Who am I
I am me.
A person of no real status
I am not a king. I am not a president.
I am me
A kind person at times
A friend when needed
Someone that can be hated. But someone that can be loved.
Who am I? Well I am me and right now i'am a poet.

I want to be a politician
I want to be a politician.
Want to run for president.
I will tell you all kinds of thing.
Like how I'm going to give you free things.
Like a iphone or even your own car.
Give you money so you don't have to work.
Food stamps for free, even a full gas tank.
I want to be a politician will you vote for me?
I make it where you work for 5 hrs and get paid for ten.
A new home for everyone. Free heat to keep warm.
I want to be that political.
But of course you know I'm lying just like them all.

School days 2
Up in the morning, I due dread.
Running and screaming I hear in bed.
Back to school what a joy.
Reading, writing and no toys.
The roar of buses I hear them come.
Schools days prepare to begin.
Buses here and buses there.
When is the buses going to end?
I hear someone one shout "is it summer yet"
And It's the first day of school.

Fog
It creeps across the grass at night
You can't even look at the lights.
Thick as soup without a ***.
You can not see the tree top.
Buildings to conceal from sight.
A foggy night with a strange sight.
You don't want to go out for fear of frighting.
What could this fog bring tonight.

What will be 2016 bring for you?
What will bring 2016 for you.
Will it bring a president to cheer.
Will it make you a millionaire.
Or will it be a time of joy/
Will it be a time to be sad.
Maybe it will be a time for you to get rich.
Or a time to get rid of that ----h?
Will it be a time to be glad or a time to be a witch.
Wait to see for 2016 will be up on us.
Soon you will see.

Jury duty.
I get a letter in the mail the other day.
It said I had to appear for jury duty.
I was scared that I didn't know what to do.
I called the court house to see if I could get a leave.
But, they told me to appear tomorrow at 4.
I go to court all shaking and scared.
The called my name and I said.
Which case is it.
Then i laugh because i'm the
Defendant!

The tour bus of heaven.
I was told that when I die.
I should take the tour bus of heaven.
They told me I would see a lot of stars.
I would see Ricky, Lucy, Fred and Ethel.
There might be a chance that I could see Roy Roger and Dale Evens.
Riding through the clouds.
They said the bus would go by Andy and Barney with aunt Be.
As you ride down the street they said, look for Curly,Larry and Moe.
Always doing something crazy.
The last stop will be a big one, for there will be a group of stars,
Hank, Tex, Bill and Minnie pearl.Country music finest.
So make sure to take that tour bus to the stars in heaven.

As the summer ends.
As the summer ends. The cold begins to flow in.
With the color of the leaves they really start to fall.
We know that it won't belong it will be winter.
Summer has ended and the pools are quite
As the geese begin to fly south.
Be it a snow flake I see?
No it's just a dream that summer will end.
Now happy, the sun is willing to set.
Now tomorrow the day may be not with the summer sun that never ends.

Waiting for the zombies
Here I stand in the middle of the graveyard.
Looking at all the tombstone. Waiting to see which one will open up tonight.
Will it be Jessie James or could it be Elvis Presley this very night?
Could it be a war hero or so one that I do not really know?
I stand here looking around just waiting and see if they come.
The thought of waiting for the zombies makes my blood run cold.
It's midnight I hear the sound of the old church bells.
There goes something pass the tombstones to the left.
no now to the right of me.
I feel the hot breath on the back of my neck.
Could it be a zombie that is there?
o nooo let me gooo....
I'm just waiting for the zombies sir not the pizza boy.

The midnight scream
The clock strikes 11 and all becomes quiet.
No sound can be heard, but a car so far away.
Tonight is chilly and you would be silly to be out.
Mist in the air to make away the smell of fish.
The clock hit 11:30 and you see a mouse running the cobble street.
No cats for a dog to bark at.
As you walk, you see the shops all closed down the night.
11:45 voices from the bar you can hear they are enjoying their beer.
The clatter of glass makes a little music to the ear.
As the midnight clock strikes 12.
A scream you hear that sets your bones to chill
Happy new years is the midnight scream.

Ring, ring, Hello God, I'd like to talk to my mother  please."
             Why? Who is she?
Well, God, She is the one who gave me birth.
Who raised me when I was little.She is the one who had all the answers when I needed them.
She is the guy who stayed by my side when I was sick.
Well, God, she is the one that cried when I went to school the very first day.
She was here to pull those off that fought with me.
She was the for the high school years.
To see us walks the halls with our former love.
Also, God, she came to see us marry the love of our lives.
She liked to see the first and all her grandchildren to be born.
                 AS proud as she could be!
   She was still there when we needed her.
So God, wonders if you know who she is $
I know I do! And what you try to me to tell her?
                  Well God.
I ask you to thank her for being our mother.
And though she is not here. We all love and miss persons her.
Say to her that things are fine and not to worry.
That she did a great job. And to face all of us.
             Can you do that?
Why sure I Can For You. She Is Great To Me
         Click , Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Shoot that groundhog
The snow remains on the ground.
Cold air is rocking the north.
Buffalo is digging out of the snow.
People are buying all the milk and bread.
Roads are close. Schools are out.
The groundhog said 6weeks of snow.
People are panking, and shouting shoot that groundhog!
For its the July 4th and it's snowing in buffalo.

Can I sing a song about you
Can I sing a song telling them about you
Can I tell them how cute you are?
Can I tell them how i feel
Can I tell them how we cuddle
Can I sign this song?
Telling them how i love you my dear
Can this song be only yours
Can I sing only for you my pet dog?

Christmas wonders.
Here I sit on christmas morning listen to the scanner.
Very funny things are going on.
Santa is placed on the run.
A report comes over the scanner man seen in red outfit carrying a big bag.
Last saw near the old jailhouse.
With the temp.At 67o a sled wasn't spotted anyplace near.
Dispatch stated that other counties wanted him.
Two holes in a roof and a broken ladder is missing.
Now with this going on don't you wonder at Christmas time that Santa
Doesn't hire the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny to help break in at all these houses.

There's a hole in the ground.
There's a town in the hole that's in the ground.
There are friendly people.That is positioned in the town. Live in the hole in the ground.
There is a creek that passes through the town. That is positioned in the hole in the ground.
There are trees that are next to the creek. That passes through the town. That is placed in the hole that is in the ground.
This town is Gowanda, New York.
My hole in the ground.
To get to this town.No matter what road you are put on. You have to go down hill

I climb the stairs at night.
To hide myself out of sight.
I go to lay down in bed .
To rest my little head.
As I lay there I do hear .
Footsteps that do come near.
I know I'm not taking a nap.
But I do hear those feet that tap.
I know it's not my toys.
For what a joy it was my mom.

No king in America
Our for fathers to a long boat ride
They landed here.
Almost from the beginning they had to fight to make this country.
They said.There will never be a king in America.
After a few wars they broke loose from the king of england
They fought for their freedom.
They said this country will have no king
But a president he shall be with limited power. And run by all the people.
Today we are a big nation on the way to trash because one man wants to be king.
Nevertheless, there is no king in America. And that is exactly what we will fight for if we have to.

Where frozen ember still burn
I find you are gone.
You may not come back.
In my heart is the place where frozen ember still burn.
The love we once had is all but gone.
Even when my heart is burning and even if frozen embers still burn.
The healing will soon be gone, but my heart is where the frozen ember still burn.
For you and only you the love of embers still burns in your cold frozen heart.

I'M Sorry
I'm sorry that it rains
I'm sorry you're in pain.
I'm sorry that your love is'nt true
I'm sorry that I made you blue.
I'm sorry This is wrong
I'm sorry I just don't belong.
I'm sorry is just a word
That true love is misunderstood.
I'm sorry let's just be friends.
I'm not sorry that I still love you.

The day after Christmas
It's the day after Christmas And the stores are full
People are returning those soxes they don't want.That grandma bought.
While at the North Pole the elves do sleep
Dreaming of a day off.
Santa is in the hospital.
Getting his belly pumped away.
From all the cookies and sour milk he drank.
He thinks out loud to himself. Just this one time.
Why couldn't I have been the Easter bunny or that tooth fairy guy!

As I open the gates of heaven. I listen to the sweet music of Johnny cash.
As I board the train, as he sings the orange blossom special.
I take the train for the stage. Where there stood Patty page.
She was singing loud and strong.Beyond the clouds, the sky is always blue.
So true to hear.
As we traveled down the tracks. I have a sound that I member so well.
As Conway Twitty sang Hello darling
As we approached the end of the trail.
I heard the King Hank Williams Sr himself singing to God I saw the light.
As i left the train i could hear them all sing,
I walk the floors of heaven.
Do you still hear them sing

Rise Dixieland Rise
Rise dixieland to fire our gun once more.
Let the shout of the south ring once more.
Let's protect our southern heritage and god give rights.
Not to fight our kin, friends but those that hate for which we stand.
To arms to arms my dixieland and shall we bring the north this time.
Fight those from other land that hate us too.
Rise dixieland rise And, this time we shall win!

My heart was in an accident
My heart was in an accident when I met you.
It bleeds the love that I can offer you.
My heart is beating slowly now. Just one beat at a time.
The corner says I was the result of a broken heart.
Cause from an accident when I met you.
Now in heaven looking down on you.
Wonder why my heart didn't stop before I married you.

The Painting
In the old house, there was a painting.
It hung over the fireplace.
There were trees and a house.
A few birds in the sky.
The old well look as if there was no water there.
Horses in the barn with their heads out the windows
Made the painting so real.
Then I looked out the window there it was. Just as the painting told.

***** Minds
Your waiting to go on stage .
You get this funny feeling deep inside.
You pull your zipper open.
You take it out.
You play with it second.
Ok forget the ***** minds.
You open the paper and read this poem.

Color blind
Two little boys are playing in the mud.
Both covered from head to toe.
They play as friends with just the thought of mud.
When they finished they dumped water on their heads.
One of the boys look at the other and said" your mud didn't come off"

Easter day
The church bells sing.
The children are all dress so nice.
The flowers are in bloom
They provide a special glow.
On this easter day.
The eggs are highly colored.
Hind in a secret place.
The jelly beans are all so sweet.
And baskets the rabbit did fill.
On this easter day.

The day after Thanksgiving
The turkey is gone from the table.
No football on tv.
The apple pie is gone for good
The grandkids are gone.
Now I have some words.
Who"s going to clean up this mess?

Does Santa Clause live at?
Does Santa live at the north pole
Or does he live at Walmart?
I see him in the parade and then I see him at Kmart.
I go to the fire hall he is there with the fire dog.
I meet him on the streets handing out candy canes.
Then I go to Walmart there he his sitting on a chair with a friend that my picture.
I see him in the toy lane looking at all the toys that are fun.
I see him at the dinner area eating a sub from subway.
I want to know where he sleeps if he lives at Walmart.

It's on to the floor and out the door.
In the hall and to the wall.
Over the wall to the fence.
Over the fence, we go. Freedom not far away.
We hear the horn blow to enable them to know a jail break is on.
It's back go to our cells.
Lock down it shall be.

When I
When I was five I wanted a BB gun. My father bought me a water gun. When I was 10 I wanted a 22. But my dad bought me a cap gun. When i was 15 I wanted a shot gun and I got a bb gun. When I turned 22 I wanted an ak47. And got kicked in the **** and told you're not a killer you're still my child. And you get what I give you or tell you what you can have because I'm your father and God says honor your father and mother!

The snow is coming down here hard.
The ground is thick with white.
The air is cold and the wind is blowing hard.
The pond is frozen the ducks are a party.
Winter comes and I am warm.
The fire is going and the eggnog is good. With a touch of *****.
Cat is asleep all in a ball. The game has gone in to over time what a joy.
Winter is here and I don't care I'm warm and nothing can change that.

Twis  the night before Christmas and all through the house not a person was up not even a dog.
The sox were hung on the door with tape just waiting for Old st.Nick.
Mom in her night gown and me in my long johns.
Settle in for a night of nics.
When all of a sudden we heard what was police cars.
As we watched on the tv with surprise.
The reporter said that Santa got busted for breaking and entering.
As the police cars drove out of sight.
We heard him say, Merry Christmas to all and call my lawyer.

God doesn't care where you pray
I saw an old man sitting on the steps of a run down church.
I stopped and ask why you do crying.
He said," look at this church it is run down,
Broken windows, no doors, God won't answer my prayers here!
I placed my hand on his shoulder. And stated in these words.
God doesn't care where you pray. He doesn't care if it's here on these steps.
God meets all prayers, even here. Broken windows or not.
And thank you sir for praying.
The man looked straight at me and smiled.

The night after Halloween
It's the night after Halloween
Witches and goblins are gone.
No more tricks but a lot of treats.
Candy corn and candy apples are all that is left of the scary night.
No spooks to scream and no cats meow.
Just an old owl that says whooo
Who is out there on this night after Halloween.

The flood.
It began to rain today. I thought that it never end.
The rain fell as it gains more water.
I looked out my back door to see it flow in the brook out there.
The harder it rain the more it gained to a level I could see.
The water rushed over the grass almost to my glass.
It starts to rise with such a hush that I didn't hear it at my door.
The rain was climbing to a high that I knew it was time to say goodbye.
A knock at the door I did hear as a fireman did call. You have to leave.
For there is a flood and we can't let you stay.
The rain that day was such a pain.
There is not any good in a flood.

Under The Christmas Tree
Under the Christmas tree I set.
Wating for my Christmas gifts.
A car, a truck a bike would be nice.
I ate all the cookies and drank the milk
Better for me than old saint nick.
It's getting really late and I can't wait.
I have to go ***, but I don't want to miss him.

Now that I went I just can't believe gone 5 mins.
He was here and gone.
No truck, no car and no bike.
A sox full of rocks and a note.
It said,"better luck next year you drunk!"

The last leaf
The leaves are beginning to turn these days.
As the seasons ready, itself for the season change.
Brown, yellow and some green are falling to ground.Where they will stay.
The wind blows these last few days to carry the leaves to the ground.
There near the top I see one leaf all alone.
Hanging on to the branch as if it wanted.
To be For some reason, the last leaf of the season.

School days
There is something these days
I will see.
As the days become shorter for the year I do hear.
Children now begin to jump for joy.
As they run to their buses not with toys.
Buses here ,Buses there now buses ever where.
Traffic becomes just a real joke A real slow poke.
School days are here.
WOW! the quite of the storm.

Dear daughter of mine,
  Please don't cry! Please don't ask why.
For I have gone to heaven to plat my banjo. For the great Bill Monroe.
It will be not a song of sorrow that I play tomorrow.
For I will play on the stage with a lady named Patty Page.
I will not play to bitter, but with the great Tex Ritter.
So the music you hear in the sky will not make you cry.
For God only wants me to play my banjo.
   Love,
      Your dear old dad.