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Hunter Sep 24
I wish I could play beautiful songs on piano,
Play unforgettable by King Cole.
Show my love through the ballads.

I wish I could play guitar better,
Play because by Elvis,
Show that I love you for who you are.

I wish I could sing,
Sing La Vie En Rose by Edith,
Show how much color you bring to my world.

If I could do all these,
I’d sit in bars and strum out chords.
Sing out words.
Words and chords to bring you back to my arms,
Words and chords to make you feel loved,
Words and chords to show you forever and always.
My love adores music, especially piano and lovely voices. Sometimes I wish I was better at these things, So thats why I'm trying improve my skills at these to show my love to her through arts she adores
Johnny walker Mar 24
Always been an Elvis fan
found this radio station called Graceland radio none stop, Elvis
songs
True Heaven to me been
listening for hours and not
heard a repeat yet and some songs
I've not even heard before but have a friend In Texas who saw Elvis as a young girl she surprised how pale he was
she thought he would  be tanned like In his movies as for myself I never got a chance to see him by the time I had saved enough money to travel to America
Elvis was dead but I still consider him
Greatest stage entertainer
there has ever been a true Individual "Elvis Finally  Has Really Left The Building"
My opinion Elvis the greatest stage performer of all time a true Individual one of a kind
Johnny walker Jan 19
They always say you can remember where you where the day when someone famous passes away  
I remember the day
Elvis Presley died It was about 8 pm I sat eating a fish and chip
supper
When It was announced
by Tony prince radio DJ simply said Elvis Is dead
he like me was a big fan
at that time Elvis was my life
Every a new album that was released I was there
to buy so much a part of my life
I was saving money
to go to America to see a live performance but sadly that never did happen
But when that announcement came on the radio It was If light had gone from life It really
was the day the music
died
But even today when I play Elvis records or watch his
recorded live performances he still has the same Impact he could draw you to
him
he was  magnetic don't believe or ever will be another the likes of him we will never see  again a true great
My personal take a truly great performer my opinion the best there's ever been the likes we'll never see again
1
Even the scene I was making was making a scene:
Rosencrantzandguildensternaredeadmachine.
2
I've been freed by friendlessness, so why do old pals
embitter w/ velleity a reunion can still rouse?
3
It's just I'm so swizzed by reading trueselfbydates.
Shawl, who is also called Pall; runagate who is also prostrate.
4
To the bull's eye, the hawkeye is palpable, tangible, felt
To the hawkeye, the bull's eye is palpable, tangible, felt.
5
Phone went. Atonement? Opponent. Alone meant
renewal of the same old selfentering entertainment.
6
Narcissistic conception: a privately bred clone
'tis my duty to bully, torture earnestly. One does one's own.
7
British Ionists don't even understand Zirony.
But I wish I was as simple as just contradictory.
8
Tragready? Incipit tragoedia: travesties hurt.
Like seeing my Riot Grrl swiothrrt in a 'Travis' tshirt.
9
Trillions killed during filming, fastforwarded orchids.
Cast of inexpendable heart oscitation deleted.
10
To einsof soft life on the air, we're lost. In the sour feast,
50 years' service is a ****** on the mantlepiece.
11
*******, mon semblance! Goose scry to the scaly
Torygraph; Presidented Gein; masSACREDad (God's Mochrie).
12
It takes CITV & CBBC & pre-DWP DSS & pre-DSS
DHSS to raise a child, not a Doubting Momus.
13
Dreamflounder, dreamfloater, dreambounder in a dreamboater.
English country Capgras bros. of a stranger in  an oater.
14
Nil admirari, ennui, omnui, zennui, nitchevo.
Yet buckaroo Love's hopingpong lives out my spermself's FOMO.
15
I foamed at the month, Lysember, annually,
for flavour of the mouth should be Oxyjanuary.
16
Sandwich artists, stationary bloggers & ancient astronaut
theorists all walked Jackonoryology in school reports.
17
'Sweirdly emasculating, like a tall grandmother,
how I cannot poetsplain the future or its lovers.
18
1,000 albino bishybarnabees rorschach the tragic
lantern: swarm th'only pattern of fatback TV static.
19
Negress of the World dreams of unio Mr.Car
in the cave of charades that's shrine to an umbra.
20
Afflatic calculus of tragic trajectories, romantic ratios:
lyricalgebra. Show my working: Statement of Aesthetics, Rothko.
21
Song of alien vitalism, Neanderthal Jesse Garon.
Prosody fit for Methuselated muse, Struldbrugg paean.
22
How clean is your dream disqualidayhome celebrikitchen
bug in **** conscience, Carol Vorderline? Pigpen's plugin.
23
Jack of Shapes, Jack of Ages, Jack of Doors, Jack of Cues.
Best of all possible Lords to follow? Serendipitous debuts.
24
The Devil writhes a kiddiefiddlin' schtick.
The Devil is a devout Catholic.
25
Pincered zen selfsparta builtsitting in what it's from:
cogito keeping its damnable cheek above fatsam & fleshsam.
26
I feel it so intensely: irony of ironies when I don't care.
Selffulfulling jelly w/ nothing to fear but fears nothing hears.
27
Experienshit, differenshit, definitely still ****, diffranchiser
of scheisser. Choken record: wist zither, aubade nebuliser.
28
You pick up. Seashellsussurus of a radioed purlieu.
Your crepitant crelp, monastic by virtue of ***** flu.
29
Bellybutton ash/blue & green dahlia: inner & outer bull
of bull's eye anthropocentrism. Both can & can't be too careful.
30
Hawkeye Bennu or other siderolite's solipsism
cuts short my nut cutlet nuncheon: absurdissimum prism.
Karl Tomkins Mar 2018
The band strikes up
As you start heartbreak hotel
Your Left leg starts to jiggle
They say you’re evil because you wiggle

Did You know what you’d become?
A king without a kingdom
A legend before your death
Like the songs you delivered with your last breath

Were you ready to go?
Did you see it coming?
The day that left the whole world wondering

The band winds down
As you sing can’t help falling in love
They say we let our profits go to waste
Now they love you
I was always a fan of Elvis Presley more as a human being. I tried to write something that honoured him
Jackie Mead Jan 2018
There was a handsome man named Elvis
Who had a wriggly pelvis
He shook, rattled and rolled and lo and behold
The man with loose hips became famous
Big Elvis fan, on way to Memphis tomorrow 4 nights at Gracelands on 8th January and then onto New Orleans, sooooo excited
Terry Collett Jul 2017
I had bought
the Kissin' Cousins LP
by Elvis
and I played it on
the record player.

Milka sat beside me
on my bed
in my room.

My parents and siblings
were downstairs
watching TV.

After the third song
she said
it's not a big bed
is it.

No smaller than yours
I said.

But it looks smaller
she said.

My brother's small bed
was opposite
near the window.

We couldn't here
be too risky
with them downstairs
she said.

We can kiss and hug
and that sort of thing
I replied.

But then
we get carried away
and one thing
leads to another
she said.

Elvis sang on
Milka was in a mood.

The two coffees
were getting cold.

Maybe next time
we could go
to your place
I said.

My mum's hardly
ever out
and she'd not let us
in my room together
she said.

We did the other week
while your mum
was out shopping
and your dad
was on the farm
and your brothers fishing
I said.

Yes but that
was a rare thing
for them all
to be out
she said moodily.

Elvis stopped
and I watched the disc
go around around
and we made no other sound.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1964
Jonestown Kool-Aid coming down stairrods.
Old, sparky stairlifts tail crematoria
clouds.
Adolf's, Presley's lovechild, 20th-hungover
God's
Kuklux twang intones 'Rock & Raus, raus, raus!'

Catch
rancid candy ketoacidosis
gust as Jeffreydahmer floors his burgervan.
I don't know what's in Jeff's Sexzomburgers,
but leaves Trump tang of chlorinated chicken.

Hoeing like hotcakes, commemorative stamps
depict stirring scenes from British history.
Philatelists covet a Kenyan being sodomised
w/ boomslang by sicko owed cenotaph solemnity.

Firstborn stillborn's full pentalogyofcantrell
no visceral florist could rearrange less yuck sight.
Was it augured by silhouette of biggest bouquet
obscuring torso of recessivelygened Mr.Right?

Chai latte beach of drowned childrefugees,
one
sabretoothed serendipitilessly w/ my old syringe,
whilst Sir Philipcobblepot's ****** megayacht
gutbursts thru blue whale's rostrum as penguinge cringe.

Simpsons Halloweenspecial in Fox's ***** vaults,
where Homer & Marge's roles are yellow Fred & Rose.
Sherri & Terri in the basement in ducttape
gimpmasks.
Wiggum digging Lisa up from underpatio.

Mensheviks vs. Montagues vs. Capulets vs. Bolsheviks
vs. Heracliteanfire vs. Billyjoel vs. Fattyarbuckle
vs. Irresistibleforce vs. Blur vs. Kramer vs. Kramer
vs. Oasis vs. Tutsi vs. Hutu vs. myschool vs. yrschool
- bundle!!!!!!!

My Auschwitz Absplan killer workout is
killing, working out - all the smalltown skeletons
swoon.
Thinspiration pinup is the rind of the crescent,
arrosively I idolise Musselman in the Musselmoon.

The Future's childinacape emotes Neilhilborn
on FB meme - still don't mean the Future will fly.
It'll climb
'long monkeybars of dogshitty dildoes over pits
of ******* crocodiles (the Pope won the Turnerprize).

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha  
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

The Void's in **** hard & soft, the Void is bought & sold.
But you also feed the Void when you feed the ducks
downthepark.
All good godfathers gottohell whacked by the Voidmother.
Vacuous absurdosaurus universe is ghost mote in eye
of the Voidshark.  

I assumed maniacalcackle was madman close,
modulating the Cosmictragedy gelastically,
but my hubris dawned on me: it was Void's amusement
that I thought to sate its inverted Babel intray maw
w/ puny cunting poetry.
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