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 May 2013 Mercy B
Mike Hauser
We stand between all time and space
Poets on the head of a pen
Catch a ride on a speck of dust
Blown off by the wind

Twirling as if out of control
The days go rushing by
Reaching out to grasp a moment
As one or two captures the eye

We are bound together
Passengers on this speck of dust
Riding out our time
In this wanderlust

All poets with a purpose
To find that one true line
As we venture forward
In search of the perfect rhyme
 May 2013 Mercy B
David Nelson
I Need Your Love

When you're gone I feel lonely,
when you're away I feel blue,
that's because you're my one and only,
I'm so in love with you

C'mon baby sit by the fire,
tell me about the things that you do
you're my one and only desire,
I'm so in love with you

I want your love
now baby,
oooo I need your love

Remember the first time I saw you,
fell on my face like a fool,
hypnotized by your smile,
felt like a kid in school

you graciously pardoned my stumble,
eyes so kind, such a smile,
I was caught and you were humble,
I fell in love with you

I want your love
now baby,
oooo I need your love

Time has treated us kindly,
our love is still going strong,
trust, caring, devotion,
we'll just keep holding on

Gomer LePoet...


check out the musical version of this poem at my music web site
http://www.muziboo.com/DavisLight/music/albums/dave-nelson-which-one/
This is a song I wrote and recorded - you can listen to the song at Mizuboo
 May 2013 Mercy B
st64
1.
your words are oft like sweet-sour packages in the post
excitement mounts to rend strings yet dread too, peeps in.

songs you play are wrought from famished strips of liquid love
that my wretched soul with face upward, so wanting, laps up.



2.
oh, let me be that tree for your succour
come into me shade

oh, let me be that wave for your restlessness
come ride upon me swell

oh, let me be that light for your needing
come meld within me core

and take what you need.

(and please be mine, too)



3.
I am so in awe of you that I'm angry!

can you just come upon this landing, already?
let me lay you down, beside me . . .
this garden awaits

tomorrow never knows
of what wondrous delights we spake
mine eye seeks thee, always.

let me . . .
stroke your disheveled mind
and allow me to slow-spill into obdurate you
soft and gentle, sweet and kind
your destroyed words
to hear how swift and sudden they really are.

let us fall headlong . . .



4.
when, once every millennium
the tale doth go:
the time-eagle returns
to that diamond-mountain
so far away
to sharpen its beak
     and when, it finally wears down
     that haughty hill
then one mere second of eternity will have passed

yes, the hour-glass of eternity will run its full course.


despite time and distance
forever is a wicked charm that I must wait for . . .
and forsooth
the weight of it, I will bear.


S T, 14 May 2013
It is said that death is like sleep.
So, therefore, it should be painless, right?
Dying would feel like....falling asleep.

Then, maybe (if one believes in life after death), what follows is like a dream...or a rest between phases, to wake up to the next phase.

So, perhaps in life, who's to say our dreaming isn't as real as life itself, that we go visiting places and experiencing weird stuff.....displaced feelings.
And that it only feels weird, to convince us that it's not real, to persuade the mind that we were never there, and YET, it feels so real, so vivid!

I mean, who's really to tell...? (Maybe that's why birth feels so ....dunno, displacing..? All thought ripped away, so you can't even be a witness to your own inception! Then, it'll take a whopping lifetime to make sense of crap and understand this *******, by which time the moment dawns yet again, to...get going..)

Yeah, I know....stupid, using an equation (if a+b=c, then inversely, c=b+a!)
ha! what a freakin' joke.

Never mind, man.
I wasn't here and you're not reading this.
Ok?

(oh, what a beautiful morning,
oh what a beautiful day,
would that this dear soul would wake up
feel all the love that there is to unsay)
 May 2013 Mercy B
David Nelson
Waistin' Time

Wake up in the morning,
try to wipe the sleep from my eyes,
all night long its been a-stormin',
lightning crackin' the skies,
listenin' to the radio,
waiting for the sun to shine,
listenin' for that blue bird song,
just waistin' my time

Old man in the moon,
wipe that smile from your face,
there hasn't been any harvest,
feel like I'm runnin' in place,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin' my time

Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time

Take my old suit to the cleaners,
remove the doubt from my day,
you know some people can be leaners,
but that just isn't my way,
gotta get a move on,
gotta make up my mind,
gonna have to make a change from
waistin my time

Since I left that school, couldn't follow the rule,
ain't never going back,
now I realize, they weren't tellin' any lies,
me and KC gotta get back on the track
and stop waistin my time

Gomer LePoet...
Another of my songs written and performed by me. A song about making something happen instead of waiting for something to happen.
 May 2013 Mercy B
David Nelson
The Mafia and the Pope

the Italian mafia wanted to take control
they wanted control of the church and all its wealth
the leader Anthony “The Boss” Gambatti sent his muscle
to secure an audience with the Pope

Johnny “the Eye” and his storm troopers
pushed by the guards
into the Pope's secretary's office
Arch Bishop Spinozza
sprung to his feet to confront the noise
Johnny “the Eye”, he got that name
after he lost his left eye in a knife fight
and replaced it with a glass oversized eye
that always looked straight ahead

a burning cigarette hanging from his lips
he got right in the Bishops face
“The Boss” wants a meeting with his Royalness
“and he wants it now”
the Bishop well aware of his visitors
and there violent ways
backing away from the smoke in his face
told Johnny that he would arrange a meeting
“tomorrow” he said “tomorrow”

Johnny cocked his head
so that his large fake eye was an inch from
the Bishops nose
flicked the ashes from his cigarette
on the shoes of the Bishop
turning to walk away
“tomorrow” he said

Anthony “The Boss”
dressed in his fine 5K Italian silk suit
leather gloves
black silk fedora
accompanied by his entourage'
walked into the Popes office the next day
he sat in a chair in front of the Pope's desk
“What can I do for you Anthony?” asked the Pope
the two had grown up as school mates
and had maintained a relationship
though not close

“Carlos, I think it is time we work out
a financial aggreement with each other”
“being that the church is known for giving,
I think it is time for you to give me some money,
a lot of money”
  “I have many expenses to address”

“to insure that this happens”
I want you to make love to a woman”

“and if I refuse such a horrid task? quizzed the Pope

“I will begin removing all of your Bishops,
one every hour, from all over the world”
”and it won't be pretty” responded Anthony

The Pope, obviously shaken with the proposal
got up from his chair, his face in his hands
paced back and forth for a few minutes

“I will agree to your disgusting request
on three conditions” said the Pope.

“and what are those conditions?” asked Anthony

“1st  this woman must be blind,
so that she cannot see who defiles her body”

“2nd  this woman must be deaf,
so that she cannot hear any hint of who defiles her body”

“and 3rd your holiness?”

“3rd, this woman must have really really *******”

Gomer Lepoet...
based on the comedy of "Cheech" Marin and Tommy "Chong"
 May 2013 Mercy B
Susan O'Reilly
I’m controlled by invisible string

your my leader, I’m your thing

Do I secretly enjoy

being your toy?

Is all my confidence centred on how you see me?

if you didn’t shout and roar, would I cease to be?

Have I got issues?

blacked out past abuses

Not my first violent relationship

last one ended when he went for a kip

I finished being his wife

with the sharp end of a knife

So who’s controlling who?

Do I like being black and blue?

A common factor you’re both rich

and I’m a conniving *****

so go on hit me again

smile for the hidden lens
 May 2013 Mercy B
Mike Hauser
No one loves a day at the museum
Any more than me
When the teleporter pad told news of the exhibit they had
I grabbed the wife, the kids, the keys

Hopping into the Luna Matrix
And transporting our butts downtown
The excitement in our car of the future was sticky
Not a one of us made a sound

With my mind controlling the air brakes
I did a one eighty up to the curb
Two old ladies with their mouths agape, which wasn't their forte
Had no time to utter a word

As we scrambled out of our car of tomorrow
We could hardly wait to see
Something so special we could not comprehend
The wife, the kids, and me

The revolving door was revolving
I'd say at the speed of sound
Spitting us out one by one
As my family was inward bound

There it was locked tight behind glass and guard
Kept safe all of these years
A sight truly so unbelievable
It brought us all to tears

This experience we had together
Blew our minds for all they were worth
The crowd sat in silence at the wonder of it all
Gazing at*

"The last Good Time On Earth"
Dedicated to my friend Star Toucher64
Who in himself is...The Future
You beat me up
you lock me away
oh what have you done?
Ice cream and walks  plus the sweet talks
you "say" you Love me
you "say" you care
but is it true?
I dare say not
stay away,
stay away from me.
oh what have you done
you ruined my life
so
I'll ruin your's
my life with out you
is oh so great,
oh wait you're to late
If i had it my way,
and you had it your's all i can say is
never more..
savannah  *rawdon
I just love it.
can't get enough of it.,
just did a line and It's only nine
5 glasses over to the finest wine.
bra,
Bra.
BRAAA!
pant's around my feet , I'm pouncin to thiss beat.
I'm fealin for that ***** I think I'm actin thirsty.
my mind is a rush I really want my crush .
This dubby's so loud My head's in some cloud
I cant take a seetin my feet are takin thinkin.
I won't be  even blinkin.!
........................................And he's hear in his lincoln  mmm...
more beer , More gear more Cheer! my dear ^-^
bustin outta light show ,.
tahh Now wer'e sippin nd I'm trippin..
   how I'm trippin Nd i'm livinn.






(sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper)
Rollin,
         sticky.
the danky of danky,
takin nd start bakin,
  smell's like a pear fruity so fruity.
you just go bake it,
Inhale, enjoy. relax deploy..
stay lit stay fit, Keep open

eye's open -
    be loe
                 they might even glow ,
glossy and slow
                  they  sure will all  know. and point you to blame,
the roach coach came and taught you the game.
lend me your lighter to make this flame brighter
heat up this fire and help you get higher,
you're mouth's a bit sticky I bet it taste's icky,
doe's it look white?.  you'll sure be alright .,
nick name to the cotton dry mouth tastes like rotton,.
awh, don't say where you bought it or how you got it.
I will be busted and you,
just untrusted.....

jessica  *applegate
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