#billy
writing songs sans artifice,
that grow better different,
different better,
the lyrics of a man growing older,
insides out, featuring his slips, all showing,
eyes squinting from hard lifestyle experience,
taking on wearied shades of beige yellowing,
a tanned blackness, time edits them, so now,
they sound the same but holier,
from the hazing of hazards
one builds for and by himself,
drilling & extracting the spit-shine of
all that all is fine,
but liquor & cat's paw black shoe polish
just can't quite cover 'em up (2),
the stabbing itch each of the every time
one quests and questions
his ego,
always another test…
why would I ever want that?
his fingers create tinkling at rapido pace,
tinkling an arrhythmia of rhymes
previously perviously (1) unseen,
self exploration, that we all realize
is an unforgiving, never ending,
source of melodic crying out loud;
and when the sensual, arrayed pleasures,
begin to bore
holes of no important consequence,
the querys~to~self get even harder
to explicate what they intimate,
who they implicate,
which parts of you,
failed to answer satisfactorily…
why would I want want that
forever?
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
Completed Jimmy Dean Breakfast
Sang to the tune of Micheal Jackson's original song Billy Jean-1983
Verse 1
With the milk poured-bowl of cereal, hash-browns and melted cheese
I said, "got coffee grinds, sugar and cream and a cinnamon bun-
a fried egg-on your toast golden brown.
Yea a cinnamon bun-with
a fried egg-on your toast golden brown."
Said "I just added sour cream, to the bagels with Philly cheese,
These pancakes almost burned, flip em' now-with a cinnamon bun,
a fried egg-on your toast golden brown."
Pre-chorus
Someone once told me, "be careful what you do,
Syrup goes terrible with salt... (Hee-hee)
And melted butter drippin' "be it food that's on the grill
And just add chives to as well, cold pizza's
Good breakfast to!"
Chorus
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
Bacon and Chorizo-just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
I just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
Verse 2
For forty danishes and for forty pies, granola on the side
Choice of sausage or oatmeal with jam? Pineapple and ham
And a fried egg-on your toast golden brown.
So next some cream of rice
Some croissants should do just fine
(Yea, real nice) Do just fine! (A-hoo!)
I asked could we have blueberry muffins (please?) lemon cakes with whipped cream
Maybe even Frittata's and strawberry's on the side, they should do just fine (Oh, oh)
With a fried egg-on your toast golden brown.
Pre-chorus
Someone once told me, "be careful what you do,
Syrup goes terrible with salt... (Hee-hee)
Whatever kind of pasta you eat
Huevos Rancheros with chili's
Beef hash and sauteed mushrooms
Even got egg omelette's too
Chorus
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
Bacon and Chorizo-just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
Bacon and Chorizo-just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
Just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
(Break)
Woo! Woo!
Chorus
Just put the griddles on, uh
Ya' know the waffles are almost done
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
Bacon and chorizo-just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know the waffles are almost done
No-no-no, no-no-no-no
Just put the griddles on,
Ya' know the waffles are almost done
(Outro)
Just put the griddles on
Waffles will soon be done
Put the griddles on
Yeah, yeah, Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
yeah, Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on, uh
yeah, Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on, uh
yeah, Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on, uh
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on, uh
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 8:50 AM UTC
Billy Wynne Veracruz
best baseball pitcher ever
Me Mestizo beloved by the shore a teen a wannabe Mom wannabe wife.
Within his theme songs
In beautiful mystic Vera-cruz.
From the Shaks restaurant my cashiering job
Pitcher asked to walk by the ocean hand in hand.
Baseball players eyes glared so sea-sky blue.
Tallest Knight touching hands.
Handsome king of hearts
"Sweet Caroline song blasted
on pitchers radio cassette player and
" The great Pretender,*
The hours long.
Smooth all passion
seed withheld and me fire firefly flew away..
~~~
Kings like you ought to have many wives
and many babies
Your kind are the crown jewels of fatherhood and motherhood best super human seeds divine
Your legacy rules Earth.
~~~
I found my own reign, great treasures my king heart of gold like mine, called me beauty himself Beast.
Loved to be a one woman man for a one man woman like me his rddbba-Ginny.
We fell in love at first sight
my true love my
handsome American.
Such elite chose me to change Earth he was the bridge and me his worldbringer portal to heaven his star seed.
My once upon a time my twin soul, twin flame King of hearts, became my imaginary best friend my owl of wisdom my everything.
Our theme songs were Spill your heart to me, and what a wonderful world by Armstrong L.
We were also beauty and the Beast.
The memory of my knight my king lover, my true love
my companion,
keeps me safe and sound.
~~~~
By: Mr. and Mrs. Andrews.
Honoring Karijinbba
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 8:35 AM UTC
Today, I remembered
yesterdays' rain "comin' down on a sunny day"
then suddenly "nothing else matters"
when you ask the piano man to "sing me a song"
as "I listened, to the wind, the wind of my soul"
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Apparel of starry nights and twilight,
Tracing constellations among flushing nebular scarlet,
Eyes like stellar heavens on the sleepless idle nights.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
Billy’s voice,
Billy’s touch,
Billy’s midnight slumber.
(he’s a reflection of what i want)
Billy’s smile,
Billy’s lips
and guess who’s got his number.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
Poem Analysis
1st read, I thought gibberish,
2nd I thought Hmmm,
3rd I thought interesting,
4th I felt genius. billy
your poem comment-dissects my poem
my process,
a marathon interview for a new poem pole position,
limb by limb, word by word,
chewed and re-chewed,
like a tiring piece of bubble gum,
the flavor remaining ebbs, but is not extinguished,
and can live in your mouth,
forever
and the praise and this poem,
not a rodomontade,
for your comment dear Billy,
is the process description of a poet’s labor,
from word first to a baby’s birth,
gibberish into genius
emergent from first pain, then pushing, then tilled, at long last,
the dirtiest immaculate conception beautiful
billy reads my rambling, silly abstruse^ & wrote me:
*1st read I thought gibberish,
2nd I thought Hmmm,
3rd I thought interesting,
4th I felt genius*
this is a much loved critique
for I well recall each step of creation,
a summarizing parallel
that your words+genes replicated so well,
forgiving you a minor typo, Billy,
it was genus, not genius that you meant
(but then again, why quibble over a miscellaneous, harmless, delighting, tiny little extra i...not me, said he, my muse ego )
Billy has gone gray dotted, but his dot, his comment,
with gratitude,
in me, he,
lives for ever
I feel gibberish coming on...
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 2:50 AM UTC
Jigsaw,
Jigsaw,
All that there ever was
Was a stone cold face with a puzzled heart.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
A poem by Billy Collins always seems to have a twist, some humor or a pun waiting to make you chuckle or stop and wonder while holding your chin.
But now, I’m not surprised by his slights of poetic hand. He has tipped his hat one too many times.
Too many winks.
One can only enjoy a twist so many times.
What would really surprise me is not a poem about jazz that is really a poem about death, or some stanza about a Bird in the winter snow (but really about a distant mother or an Ornette Coleman song or a high school sweetheart)...
What would really stop me in my tracks is
A few simple words
A haiku or prose, a
Moment for its own sake.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
The reason of your smiles
Is to be loved by me
Bad moments could change your face says
The wrong part of lights
But you kept your right smiles.
Now , you could lay your head on me
Because,I am here
Even when the lights goes dark
Like the sun lost its way by the footsteps
Of a unknown man with one foot, as try to take you away from my love
As the agony of your pains
Keep me smiling at my difficult times,
I replied
Love is power which you know
We still loved each other
As the birds Love the color of the skies.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
With a smile
Many could do thysame
As an unforgiven cry's and pain
That ran through our vain in Eve'ry minutes by minutes
Hour by hours,
Day by days ,
Week by weeks ,
Month by months , year by years
And at the end of a result
We all smiles
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
My RAIN DROP
AS FAR FROM MY HEART
I SEARCH FOR YOU
IN THE DEPTHS OF YOUR LOVE
I WAIT FOR YOU
YOU ADDED A DROP INTO MY HANDS AND ITS HARVEST MY HEART
THE MORE, I SEARCH FOR YOU
THE MORE, YOU SWING INTO MY HEART;OUT OF CONTROL
AM WITHOUT THIRSTY
AND AM WITHOUT RANGE
RANGE IN TIME BUT YOUR RAIN ALWAYS REACH MY CLAIMS
I SET OUT FOR YOUR LOVE
ONLY TO FIND YOUR LOVE , GROWING INSIDE MY HEART AS A BRIDGE ACROSS MY WALLS
WHAT MANNER OF CREATURE ,ARE YOU
THE SOUND OF A THOUSANDS LAUGHTER "IN MY HEART"
AM NOT SHY OF YOUR TERROR IN THE LAND
AS FOR ME , YOUR UNSTABLE SOUNDS CALL FOR US TO LOVE MORE AND MORE
EVEN, WHEN YOU STOP FALLING, YOUR RAIN BROUGHTOUT BRIGHT LIGHT INTO MY EYE'S
THE LITTLE SOUNDS AS YOU FADE AWAY FROM RANGE IS LIKE A RIVER FLOWS WITHIN ME
YOUR LOVE AS WASH ME CLEAN AND YOUR TERROR AS FOUND ME TERSE
YOUR LOVE IS MY RAINDROP.
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
she woke up in denial, went to work with her anger, decided to change her life by lunch, then, when dinner rolled around, had given up on the idea of change completely, and on dinner. After she had cursed at the moon for being so romantic, she used up all her hot water, showering, but mostly thinking of rebuttals to conversations she had, had with co-workers earlier or where about to have, it pays to be prepared she would say.
She dried off un easy in her easy chair and listen to billy holidays ‘’All or nothing at All’’, ‘’but not for me’’ was her favourite song, she made sure to play it over twice, first time to enjoy the song, the second time to wallow’s in it. And when she had well and truly felt like crap, she had decided she ought to get to bed, after all she had to get up in 4 hours.
But lately someone had seemed to put rocks in her bed, which meant sleep would likely be not an option and she would likely be up late with talking with her thoughts. in this time she liked to sort out the clutter in her head, putting together perfect scenario’s that would end with her wealthy and famous, but more frequently she would seem together a story about a perfect man she could confide in, someone who will calm her down when angry and likes her the way that she is. She holds on to that story, no, she demands it.
Like most the morning brings no change, neither dose the next. The same album, the same time, with the same song and the same shower with the same hypothetical conversations. Day in and day out. She repeats this cycle for 7 months on and off with occasion brakes every now and then. after all, try as you might, you can’t be ****** off 12 months a year.
At the end of the day, are satin doll is stuck in a cycle of shelf pity, and until someone comes along to tell her this or she realises her shelf, she will continue like this. A modern-day Sisyphus. Rolling a bolder up a hill only to have it roll back at the end of the day.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
oh ****
I saw the piano man
singing his songs
to the uptown girl
by the fire he didn't start
for the longest time
you believed
he was the entertainer
you may be right
but its all in a matter of trust
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
Billy was a boy
I saw at a coffee place
I used to frequent
when I needed catharsis
He had long hair
with a freckled face
he played the guitar
and sang my favorites
I called him Billy
but that wasn't his name
I never got a chance
to talk with him face to face
I swear, sometimes I thought
He looked me in the eyes
we connected on a deeper level
than meets the eye
Suddenly I got busy
started going less and less
That one weekend I went?
he wasn't at the place
Billy was what I called him
that wasn't his name
every time I tried to talk to him,
my face caught flame
Next time I see Billy
I will definitely say Hi
or maybe, I will just start with a smile
I will compliment his voice
and ask him out for a bite
Wait!!
I'm forgetting something
I think I moved too fast
Uhh...Yes
Before I proceed to ask him out,
I will ask Billy,
What name he goes by
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Magdalene
shows her room
to Martha
(her parents
said not to
bring Mary)
Martha stares
at the walls
sees a small
crucifix
above a
single bed
glad you got
Jesus here
Martha says
Magdalene
looks at her
in a long
black slim dress
hair cut short
you still want
to be a
****** nun?
Magdalene
says to her
bride of Christ
I'd call it
Martha says
turning round
and looking
deep eyed at
Magdalene
want a drink?
what you got?
gin all right?
make it large
Martha says
no need to
**** around
half measures
Magdalene
pours two gins
both large ones
want music?
who you got?
Bill Fury
or Elvis?
Fury's best
Martha says
sitting down
on the bed
Magdalene
puts on the
Fury disc
then sits down
by Martha
both girls sip
their large gins
what would you
say if I
kissed you once?
Magdalene
says softly
just the once?
unless you
wanted more
why kiss me?
thought Moran
was your one?
like you both
equally
(though Mary
was more hers
sexually)
its a sin
you know that?
Martha says
just a kiss
no sin there
don't want to
go further
Magdalene
informs her
(lying through
her back teeth)
further what?
Martha asks
I don't want
bed you here
(fecking liar
her mind says)
why bed me?
I'm not one
for sleeping
in the day
Martha says
she sips gin
and ignores
Magdalene's
hand touching
her plump thigh
Christ sees us
sees all things
Martha says
Mary says
that some times
Jesus turns
a blind eye
does he now?
Martha asks
that Smithy
boy tried to
get his hand
underneath
my school skirt
I thumped him
on his nose
Magdalene
informs her
did it bleed?
his big nose?
on his white
fecking shirt
just one kiss
on the cheek
Martha says
taking off
Magdalene's
hand from her
plump warm thigh
finishing
off her gin
with a sigh.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
Magdalene's parents are out
him to work and her shopping
and so she brings Mary
back to listened
to Billy Fury
on the Hi-Fi
in her room
and sip some of her ma's *****
and smoke the cigarettes
Mary borrowed
from her da's pack
they sit on the single bed
feet tapping
so how's things with your da?
Mary says
strained
Magdalene says
he has a tone of voice
he keeps just for me
she inhales smoke
from the cigarette
shame
my da's seems
to have forgotten
about it now
either that or he's
given up on me
Mary says
looking at the cigarette
between two of her fingers
smoke rising
Magdalene exhales smoke
into the room
I had a job to get
this fecking LP
Ma bought it for me
for my 14th birthday
she holds up the LP
Halfway To Paradise it reads
wish I was halfway to paradise
Mary says
instead of halfway to Hell
according to the nuns at school
this could be our
halfway to paradise here
Magdalene says
gazing her cigarette
watching the smoke
lift ceiling-wards
how comes here?
Mary says
looking sideways
at Magdalene
us here on my bed
music playing
***** and all
Magdalene says
turning to look at Mary
what if your parents return
and we're in bed?
Mary says
Da's at work
and Ma's shopping in Dublin
takes her hours to shop there
Magdalene says
Mary muses
on the record cover
holds it between fingers
don't know
seems risky to me
Magdalene drinks back
her ***** and puts
the empty glass
on the bedside table
next to the statue of Our Lady
and stumps out
the cigarette ****
in the ashtray she'd bought
up from the lounge
our chance to be closer
Magdalene says
Mary stubs out
her cigarette **** in the ashtray
and gulps back the *****
and puts the glass
next to Magdalene's
nearly got this far with
that O'Brien kid
only I didn't fancy him
and just played him along
then slapped his face
and walked out
passing his ma on the stairs
and she gave me
one of her looks
and I was gone
Mary says
glad you did
Magdalene says
wonder what his ma'd say
if she found you two
at it on his bed?
God forbid the thought
Mary says
Magdalene leans in close
and kisses her
a hand on her thigh
both gazing at each
eye to eye.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
Billy's hand lay on his hips,
Little honey swaying,
Twirling his string of pearls, puckering his lips,
Winking for blue jeans on James Dean,
Stomping in his neon green pumps,
Giggling, jiggling his belly lumps,
Chelsea Hotel #2 playing ov'r Old Gran's radio,
Over the rain outside.
Little honey swaying,
All drssed up,
Sweetly, innocently, wonderfully distracted,
From careful; from fear.
Billy was alone, and this is what happens,
Except for this one time, Daddy came home,
Afflicted by *****
Saw Billy and screamed,
Squeezed his very bones,
Dragged him down the stairs,
His missing strap he mourned,
Knuckles rejoice; curses slurred.
Billy was ****** and crumpled in a corner,
Daddy passed out over the hall toilet,
*** staining his pants,
When momma came home.
She saw her boy, her little ***** baby and screamed,
Mother ran outside,
Rain adorning her skin,
As her mind facing every sin.
Billy could no longer cry,
He now wanders as another,
All but his true self, his heart is dry.
It hurts, it tears, it bleeds,
Once was enough,
Was all it took.
Masks! Liars! Liars! Fools.....
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
From the time that Billy was a kid
There was evil in the things he did
His mama knew it
And I knew it too
I told her that he needed help
I tried to avoid this evil whelp
I had to find out
Something I could do
Billy's teachers said he's bad
In fact the worse kid that they had
They sent him home
And kicked him out of school
I told his mama, he can't be mine
She blamed the Mogen David wine
we had when
we were on our honey moon
As he grew up, he wouldn't change
He'd spend his time out on the range
doing things
we didn't want to know
I told his ma, I've had enough
We can't keep hiding from this stuff
the folks about
will run us out of town
It's bad enough when I go for beer
The bartender serves me with a sneer
And the other's look away
Or just look down
I know Billy has a dedication
To certain kinds of medication
But nothing ever helps
The way he acts
We can't blame the Mogen David wine
I said Ma, I think it's time
That Billy left
and that's the facts
Mama cried, but knew the truth
He couldn't live beneath our roof
Or we'd end up
in an early grave
One night I went and said to Billy
You may laugh, and think I'm silly
but, son you have a week
you have to go
Billy nodded and kept on eating
This was a short, family meeting
He looked at me
and said real slow
Pa, I know you don't love me
And ma as well, it's plain to see
We ain't the same
and I ain't moving on
I didn't argue, just got up
I couldn't eat, I couldn't sup
I had to end this
I had to get a gun
I knew I couldn't take him down
But, I'd find someone around the town
someone who would
Rid me of my child
No one came to help us out
I even gave the lord a shout
Help us god
our kid is just too wild
A fellow came, in a week, ten days
His name was Pat, to change Bills ways
He said he'd help
tomorrow night
He faced down Billy at high noon
Bill, dropped like a lead balloon
His ma and I just knew
That this was right
Pat, said things will work out fine
It wasn't Mogen David wine
that made Bill bad
It's just the way of life
He rode off in the setting sun
He'd killed our boy with his six gun
with Billy gone
it's just me and my wife
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC