I  did a gig last night
at the local bar - Moderation Inn,
they called it

and  I played the piano
late into the night -
the usual tunes, the usual crowd:
friends and lovers
people talking aloud
no one who drank in moderation;
couples dancing...when I noticed
an elephant in the corner
crying,  
and I said to the elephant
even as I continued playing:
"Recognise the tune?"

"No,"  said the elephant,
shaking its head
*"I recognise the ivory"

On the window ledge
I quietly relax
I sit and think
About life and its miracles
Meanwhile
i watch you walk by
With your very neat hair
But a not so neat shirt
A dozen of red roses
In your hand you hold
For a very special someone i suppose
In my mind i wished you were mine
To pass right by
i thought would happen
but no.
you stopped !
you looked right and left,
and glanced once again
At the address in your hand
Until you made sure it was the one
and continued to walk in
i sprung up from my seat
a little bit too excited
and went down to observe
what would happen next ?
a doorbell was rung
and a gasp i let out
both my parents excitedly answered
as if for centuries
this moment they have been waiting for.
to the guest room
they took you away
and you were gone
for quit a long while
worried i began to feel
but my heart felt so relieved
At last you got out
thankfully in one piece
this time i was confused
because with smiles i was greeted
and on one knee you bent
'Will you marry me?' you said
my cheeks turned dark red
and felt really warm and hot
although i fainted afterwards,
I'm sure i answered yes
With a huge wedding we were united
with your loved ones and mines as well
a smile all night long
i couldn't wipe
off my face
Nor off yours
Back to that street where i saw you
we returned
for one moment i closed my eyes
and in your fancy black suit
you were no longer in
and my white wedding dress
was no longer mine
back to that moment
where it all began
but this time
you simply walked by...

Despicable Me

I hate cats, I hate dogs
I try stepping on old bull frogs
I am rotten, can't you see
I refer to myself as despicable me

can't stand laughing, can't stand noise
hate little girls and hate little boys
crippled old woman drive me crazy
I call myself despicable me

if you're happy, it makes me mad
like making you cry, like makin you sad
yes people think that I'm honry
I'm proud of myself, despicable me

get on your roof, I'll steal your ladder
try losing weight, I'll say you look fatter
the only thing that makes me happy
is seeing the reflection of despicable me

hate the beach, hate the sand
try building a castle, I'll step on you hand
blast my music till half past 3
my neighbors cuss at despicable me

Gomer LePoet...

A sudden surge
A cascade
Of blurred emotions
Devouring my soul
Becoming too difficult to acquiesce
Suffering, and diminishing into
Buckets
of tears

Failing to dissemble,
or eclipse my mental state
Unable to hear the echo
in that cold, musky cave
Reality seems elusive
Hard to grasp
Just out of reach
All because you're drowning in
Buckets
of tears

I once knew a girl
she was happy and young
until ***** by a stranger's lust

I once thought of a girl
she was scared and frightened
tried to bury the remains of her past

I once thought I knew a girl
But she was damaged at full
never loved or could be loved

I once was that girl
But I hid behind a cover story of
"just a girl".