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I created a couple on Sims, once.
They were so fantastically in love.
Together they made Gabby,
And a roughling, named Danny.

And, they all lived together,
In Flat 1.

One day, the dad dropped the kids at school,
And, off he went, to work.
I let Taylar, the mum, cheat,
With a stud, on repeat.

Now, I’m just waiting,
‘Cause I know what will come.

Gordy, the dad, who’s still in the dark,
Went to meditate in the park,
There, he saw Taylar,
With Benny, the sailor.

Cue, the planned brawl,
In the street.

Gordy, the dad,
When it was done, had won.
Taylar, crawled back, so sweetly.
But Gordy’s no fool,
He said they were through,
And, sat her junk out on the street.

Taylar the *****,
Went down to the bank,
To clear out Gordy’s account.
But, smart Gordy had listened,
And, cleared out his pension -
Knocked Taylar right off her feet.

So, now, Taylar’s reflecting,
And Gordy’s out flexing,
His muscles he found,
In pastime.

Gabby, so sweet, has started to teach,
While, Danny leads group rock climbs.

Soon enough -

Mum’ll find a new beau,
Dad - a darling, in tow.
Everyone broken -
Now mended.

They all will be fine,
Everything works, in due time,
By the point, at which the story has ended.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
Devon Brock Aug 2019
The AAA guide says Jesse and Frank James
jumped Devil's Gulch on horseback to outrun
the Northfield posse. A must see locale.

Though that story has largely been debunked,
Splitrock done built an small tourist industry
around the myth.

Gordy sits all summer long in a cabin
with no A/C, black flies on the screens
like dog hair on a furnace filter.

Gordy sits all summer long in a cabin
with a couple Coleman coolers filled
with all the best brands of soda,

Hawkin' the t-shirts and postcards
he didn't sell last year or the year before,
but that's ole' fly-swattin' Gordy.

He keeps a list of the origins of tourists,
that's all his talk down at the Sports Cabin,
where he sits all winter long.

Between sips and drips of foam above his lip,
he'll say "Norway, Pennsylvania, Mississippi,
Japan, Iceland, Kansas..."

He might ask you if you're gonna eat that.
The pizza got cold anyway - so why not.
Plus he knows what Gloria did yesterday.

He gave a '57 Chrysler to his 10 year old granddaughter,
but she lost it after the divorce.
Her dad signed the title and left the state.

I guess that's about the state of things around here,
disappointed tourists, skunked out beer,
cold pizza, the little girl who lost her
dad and her car on the very same day.
Gazing south as if some wise, well worn fisherman,leaning against the wroughted railed pier in all its victorian, gordy, standing, splendor.

Warmed and held by the summer sun as close as shared spoon-cuddled arms.

On thermal  air, calls and laughter rise from towelled steaked plots
blinding and shading the razor sharp hungry sea-gulls eye from flakey white flesh in all its golden battered salt-shuck sharpness,
competeing on the nose with hand-held melting creamyness, as they waft and weave gently by.

Below the slatted sound , the magic hypnotic spell of lapping waves lift and tilt me on a day dream of youthful lost love.

To a day we made our sun run in all its lazyness, dimming the enviour moon in its wake and kissing still the hands on the pasty-face black towering clock
                                          As time slipped way and was some where else.

With worn drift wood and tingleling toes you defaced the sand with a graphity the council tryed but couldn't erace.
And there it lies still, benieth the smooth pebbled shore,
                                                          ­                                                           kissed each day with salty tears and remembered sighs.

A fearful screaming siren pieces the soft English air, Its doppled blast, chilling,  pushing, demanding its screeching way through the brain, to some others pained, tear filled day,
                                                            ­                                then fades on the breeze.

A sun blushed child frowns through pink Brighton rock lips and eyes as blue as the sea, a secert smile is shared as if in that innocence I knew  that one magic day she will run on skipping painted toes and giggles sweet to etch for him in soft blank sand her love on this dreamy day beach.

So off the sea and off the pier I strole, absorbed and lost among the tripping faced crowd,into the sun dipped west and home alone.

Yet knowing you will remain forever mine, held in crystal dimonded grains, whilst around the bitter -sweet changing tides ebb and flow          
                     down
                                       through
                                                          the  
­                                                                 ­  years.
Fitz
Fritz
Fido
Sandy
Spencer
Chaplain
Bernard
Jesse
Snoopy
Charlie
Charles
Fred
Freddy
Bones
Remmy
Ren­a
Reno
Tony
Julian
Julie
Frisco
Meghan
Addison
Robby
Buddy
Rudy
F­riedrich
Fredrick
Bernie
Rudolph
Adolf
Ferdinand
Rose
Cassie
Cassidy
Lee
Balto
Little *****
Allen
Alvin
Jake
Demi
Randy
Alex
Richard
Alexis
Kenneth
Ken­ny
Chris
Jose
Josey
Rodger
Moe
Joe
Emilio
Walt
Emily
Emma
Maddie
­Anna
Jafar
Aladin
Jasmine
Genie
******
Amber
Gracie
Ramen
Gordy
G­ordon
Jordie
James
Bucky
Huff
Manny
Sam
Samantha
Mary
Marie
Tila
­Rita
Cathy
Tammy
Mickey
Cam
Amelia
Rene
Jeb
Dan
Bagel
Tommy
Donut­
Bubbles
Blossom
Buttercup
Mark
Cody
Andy
Cristo
Andrea
Whiskers
­Mike
Bill
Billy
George
Geo
Joy
Mitch
Trigger
Tigger
Stephen
Archi­medes
Anya
Duncan
Nitro
Crash
Bub
Crystal
Egor
Bernadette
Cammy
T­immy
Antonio
Natasha
Natalia
Ivan
Abbey
Abdul
Carly
Aaron
Omega
F­inn
Nina
Debby
Tomato
Tabby
Artie
Archie
Noah
Kyle
Alfie
Alfred
Conrad
Conner
******
G­unner
Fry
Fries
*******
Constance
Connie
Frank
Fran
Candice
D­andy
Lucy
Lou
Louis
Quincy
Doogle
Dubie
Dakota
Ace
Casey
Barry
Te­rry
Trenton
Gabe
Laurie
Cornelius
Kabob
Sky
Skylar
Rufus
Louie
Ba­rton
Kimmy
Angel
Capri
Basil
Cy
Ruby
Emerald
Eleanea
Elenor
Barth­olomew
Jazz
Dreamer
Thunder
Topaz
Amethyst
Salsa
Meril
Dodo
Toto
­Eric
Barbera
Hannah
Katie
Zoey
Ben
Pinto
Squanto
Columbus
Columbo
Porgy
Bess
Clark
Savannah
Ken­dra
Marco
Leise
Toby
Trevor
Tresten
Treven
Adrienne
Caleb
Carlyn
­Ricky
Gibby
Donny
Han
Solo
Hans
Gabby
Dirk
Spot
Sebastian
Dee
Sco­oby Doo
Shaggy
Polly
Reginald
Burger
Steak Sauce
Ethan
Bradberry
Lucky
Fergie
Cheese
Boxer
Napoleon
Snowball­
Gerald
Jeremy
Benji
Gemma
Pal
Mal
Preston
Jack
Jackson
Molly
Mac­kenzie
Alexie
Alicia
Dora
Olivia
Salvador
Beast
Beauty
Oliver
Dal­e
Rim
Marley
Diego
*****
Bobby
Ralston
Zeke
Rooney
Plato
Cole
Nep­tune
Sailor
Frida
Rico
Dali
Veronica
Victor
Copeland
Swift
Riley
­Tubs
Lassie
Yo-yo
Harvey
Lemonade
Coke
Pepsi
Tanya
Camille
Token
­Laser
Beam
Seamus
Dorthy
Ian
Moby
jeffrey conyers Dec 2013
Wealth, we imagine.
Not something we chase, but something we would take.
Many of us are rich and it has nothing to do with monetary things.

Love, many men seek.
Hoping for ways to keep the one they love happy.
Seeking ways to offer her gifts.
Essentially, we are a poor boy with a dream.

We seen celebrities once was one.
Hoping to make our mother happy in several ways.
Seeking things of interest to make us participate in the dream.

Elvis, Sinatra, the Beatles too.
Once was poor boys with a dream.
Berry Gordy, Smokey Robinson and host of others once was poor a poor boy with a dream.

Riches comes from your accomplishments.
And many times money's not involved.
But if blessings should be fall upon you.
Then you imagine all the things you would do.

But you must be content on having nothing.
To be able to deal with having something.
Money can turn many into a wicked soul.
When at one time, they had nothing at all.

Except , being a poor boy with a dream.
jeffrey conyers Dec 2012
His warmth seems to come through.
It shows in all his videos.
Where you'll find the coolest Temptations wearing a smile?

His false falestta hid his tenor tones.
But in the songs his voice made them rings.
Whether it was Paul Williams or David Ruffin singing.

Even when he was out front you reconized the man.
Eddie Kendricks smile was front and center.
It's part of his personality you'll remember.

From Why You Wanna Make Me Blue?
All the way to Just My Imagination too.
You felt the sincerity with each song.

Even during his solo years.
You still felt a connection to him.
From Honey Brown to Keep On Truckin'.
You realize his importance.

Berry Gordy founded Motown that's true.
Except Eddie Kendricks contribution help it to grow.
This a lot of fans show recognized and know.
It just wasn't Smokey.
Even those he help everybody's along.
jeffrey conyers Dec 2013
Wealth, we imagine.
Not something we chase, but something we would take.
Many of us are rich and it has nothing to do with monetary things.

Love, many men seek.
Hoping for ways to keep the one they love happy.
Seeking ways to offer her gifts.
Essentially, we are a poor boy with a dream.

We seen celebrities once was one.
Hoping to make our mother happy in several ways.
Seeking things of interest to make us participate in the dream.

Elvis, Sinatra, the Beatles too.
Once was poor boys with a dream.
Berry Gordy, Smokey Robinson and host of others once was poor a poor boy with a dream.

Riches comes from your accomplishments.
And many times money's not involved.
But if blessings should be fall upon you.
Then you imagine all the things you would do.

But you must be content on having nothing.
To be able to deal with having something.
Money can turn many into a wicked soul.
When at one time, they had nothing at all.

Except , being a poor boy with a dream.
It rained like crazy when Gordon got home from the *****-shortening clinic and Tammy was asleep with a local *****. "Poor Tammy," Gordom mumbled because he often ended his name with an M like you just read while thinking it was a typo which it wasn't because I did it deliberately so shut up already about it. Anyway, Gordon (with an N) was a good man with a shortened ***** who loved bowling and ******* off Mormons and other stuff. "Wake up Tammy and look at my ***** and wake up your friend too," Gordon, or Gordy, instructed. "Oh, hi Gordy. This is my local ***** friend Jamaal," Tammy replied with a big grin on her face that made her a billion times more beautiful than most women who are attracted to local Negroes. Later, after Jamaal left, Gordy & Tammy made uninhibited love with each other for days and days and days until finally Gordy's ***** ruptured all but 3 stitches.
jeffrey conyers Oct 2018
Say, Elvis, say south.
Say, Little Richard, say south.
Say, Jerry Lee Lewis, say south.

Say, BB King, say south.
Say,  David and Jimmy, Ruffin says south.
Heck most of the Classic Five was southern born.

The message is within the history of these southern born artists.
Where all mention above is still highly praised?
Alabama, Georgia, and Kentucky too created a feeling still bringing news.

Wilson Picket aka the Wicked one.
Jame Brown and Jean Terrell heritage are within the southern region.

If you don't know nothing comes from the south without gaining your attention.
Did I mention Dolly Parton"
Conway Twitty aka Harold Jenkins and Porter Waggoner.

Something within the spiritual birth.
Check the history of Chess Records blues artist.

By the way even Berry Gordy.
Gina Mar 2018
So simple
Black
     White
Orange
     Green
On and on the colors go
Where they stop nobody knows
Only one can be mine
But
     Which
              One
Rectangle paper
you're lifeless
close to worthless
once you're mine
      your priceless
to me you are important
all I need is you
sweet
lifeless
stupid
paper

By Gina Gordy
March 2013
Not from the big Apple but I'll give ya
A raw sample preamble rhymes laid like a scramble
Life's a gamble as I rambles
Through the shadows of darkened plateaus
See my money movin' fast while yalls is slow
Feel the heat rising from the
Dough
50 Gs a show ya know how it goes no expenses so
Step back learn how to track and stack
Ya weight seal ya fate create my own legacy
Better yet a dynasty
So why ya eying me can't define me
By the m o n e y try selling me lies
I improvise
From a broken compromise demons in guise
Learned from the chakras ties and bakin' pies
Sweet cherry carry girls under my wood
It's understood I'm a champion breed
Played in the major leagues
Never catch me fatigue so all haters slowly
breathe
And Catch a disease so you can see my magnificence succeed
Indeed intrigued
By the deadly potency produce bars call me Quincy
Or Barry Gordy fake rappers bore me
Huh I got play and skillz get a freak from a tweet
Next week She in-between the sheets
like the Isleys despise thee
Haters that degrade me turn em to Jesus philosophy
Naw better yet turn 'em to my guns that'll empty
Full clips insert it to ya hip sealin' ya lips
The box is closed mama catching a runny nose
That's how it goes my flows movin"
Like the Nile river quiver damage ya liver
Without even touchin' shots of the hardest liquors
Yea...



Livin' out prophecies laid in pedigrees
Through out history tell me why black man is
Doomed for treachery maybe it's just me
And the things i see on TV??
Yo I'm Dangerous as Christ walking terrorities
Put me in the terroristic catergory cuz my conscious gory
Shed enemies before they get a chance to plan
An attack against me my attitude is rude
Crude as oil lay the war spoils bloods on soil
Watch how the earth heals itself hibernation
From bad health spiritual wealth keeps me stealth
Use half of the goetias embedded in me
Wearin' spells as a sigil cooking up sequels
Legal raw untouchable like Bugsy Segal
We lethal with our weaponry so don't think
You walkin' away free for talkin' about thee
Made a pact with the underworld so I can catch the swirls
***** of fire earth is mine as I desire
More than riches I'm all about knowledge of self
Yeah feel me I'm the lyrical Garvey got more wisdom
Than Socrates takin' over all mental monopolies
So that means ya property is under my captivity
So when the real Gs enter the building
Begins a new billing I'm pass the ceiling
Once I began fillin' and drillin' heads
Til the bloods spillin' unleash the souls
For the dead scrolls paid ya toll gotta go
Cuz I'm outta time rhymes running off the paper
Soon to scrape ya from the music that played ya
My vocals fit perfect none could surf above it
jeffrey conyers Jun 2018
How?
It got started in surrounded by truth and myth.
But true lies in that Berry Gordy III started it.

William "Smokey" Robinson was the voice of hits from 1960 to around 1967 for others along with his fellow Miracles.

Mary Wells, Temptations, Brenda Holloway and more.

The changing of the composing guards of songwriters shined.

Holland-Dozier-Holland became the starts of the show of writing.
From 1964 until 1968 before departing.

Four Tops and Supremes hits reign on the charts making both acts major stars.

Sure hosts of others contributed Ashford/Simpson-Richard Morris-Sylvia Moy-Paul Riser-and Stevie Wonder.

Then raging roaring from the storm took over in the hands of Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong from 1966 to 1974

But in between, we had Johnny Bristol-William Stevenson creating hits.
jeffrey conyers Feb 2021
We have had a Duke.
A count and a Queen, King and yes, a Prince.
All musical royalties.

We have had created scientists and doctors although many barely or rarely know of them.
Until they venture out on their own to know more.

Say Charles Drew too many within his own race.
And you see a lost face.

We have had a Huff, a Gamble, and a Gordy too.
Record labels owned by ladies too.
There is something wonderful about this brown color hue.

We do go from light to dark.
And witnessed some of the greatest actors to be known.

We have been to space.
When some thought we never reached?
We have been discriminated against for decades and deny even eating seats.
I guess fools forget that money is green.

We have seen a Nation
We have seen the Panthers.
We support protesters too.
Still, question how Black Lives Matter is seen as a hostile group?

Then negative always comes from other owners' news.
jeffrey conyers Feb 2019
We hear constantly about Berry Gordy.
Yes, constantly.
Next, probably be Smokey.

Except, let's be real.
Every recording group that hit higher height contributed to the success of the company.

We very aware of the great composers/lyricists and producers.

Every Supremes there have ever been.
Were vital to the label staying vibrant.
Whether it was Diana or Jean the hits kept coming.

Who?
Can't recall the voice?
A man name David Ruffin.
A shadow in the background that rose to the vocal call to lead.
Made the group more known but stay a member of strength with Eddie and Paul.
The group just can't escape them.

Got more magnified with Dennis Edwards on lead.

Somehow, many has regulated  Mary Wells to a lower level.
But it was her that placed the label in the spotlight.

We edit down, what we don't want known?
But many contributed to Motown success.

Stevie Wonder, Sylvia Moy, Clarence Paul, William Stevenson, the brothers of the Funk sound.
Marvin Gaye, Ivy Jo Hunter, Harvey Fugua, Johnny Bristol and all those that came later.

We know the success of Ashford and Simpson.

And truth be known and never spoken.
The label didn't start out trying to appear to a boarder market.
Just a company trying to make it.
Ivan Mihajlovic Nov 2018
I look in the distance, as if I hear some hearing
I can not understand, is it an eagle or a ghost?
The winds and storms reach the plank
Like in the Pchinski valley Prohor.

My soul is a bit dark
It's dark, but it's not embarrassing
My word is too liquid
As a prayer, meekly eternal.

Get the rain, touch me with water
In this world, gloomy and gordy
I dream of a valley and a flight with a stork
A forest wolf warns me with a strange code.

The shadows of my darkness, where you are hiding
Eagles fly high
My words are bothering somebody like black targets
Black enemies and you die ones.

When you look at my eyes, you see, there is darkness
In my life, no grass is green
In the dream is always horror and horror
My ants are lying on the chest.
jeffrey conyers Feb 2021
We have had a Duke.
A count and a Queen, King and yes, a Prince.
All musical royalties.

We have had created scientists and doctors although many barely of their race know of them.
Until they venture out on their own to know more.

Say Charles Drew too many within his own race.
And you see a lost face.

We have had a Huff, a Gamble, and a Gordy too.
Record labels owned by ladies too.
There is something wonderful about this brown color hue.

We do go from light to dark.
And witnessed some of the greatest actors to be known.

We have been to space.
When some thought we never reached?
We have been discriminated against for decades and deny even eating seats.
I guess fools forget that money is green.

We have seen a Nation
We have seen the Panthers.
We support protesters too.
Still, question how Black Lives Matter is seen as a hostile group?

Then negative always comes from other owners' news.
"Oh Gordon," Tammy began, "I thought you were deeply in love with me? The way you painted my house; lifted my fat sister high above your head; punched my mother to make her stop breathing and then punched her again to make her start."
   Gordon looked astonished and amazingly **** with his long ***** and urbane mannerisms. "I'm going away Tammy to a *****-shortening clinic in another country."
   "Oh no Gordy! Please don't have your ***** shortened! I love it so much. It brings such comfort to me," Tammy sobbed while her medium-big ******* hardened like crazy.
   "Listen Tammy: my ***** is too long. Admit it. Two weeks ago a woman with a hairy crotch threatened me with birth-control pills for ten minutes. Ten minutes!"
   Tammy turned away ashamed. "That was me Gordy. I was wearing a fake crotch wig to fool you."
   Gordon chuckled at that. "Here," he said while offering his ***** to her selflessly, "take my *****. Grip it firmly. I promise that I won't have it shortened."
   That August Tammy had a baby who was so black that Gordon suspected that she'd been ******* Negroes and he was right.
CRAZY TAMMY CHEATS ON GORDON
"Oh Gordon," Tammy began, "I thought you were deeply in love with me? The way you painted my house; lifted my fat sister high above your head; punched my mother to make her stop breathing and then punched her again to make her start."
   Gordon looked astonished and amazingly **** with his long ***** and urbane mannerisms. "I'm going away Tammy to a *****-shortening clinic in another country."
   "Oh no Gordy! Please don't have your ***** shortened! I love it so much. It brings such comfort to me," Tammy sobbed while her medium-big ******* hardened like crazy.
   "Listen Tammy: my ***** is too long. Admit it. Two weeks ago a woman with a hairy crotch threatened me with birth-control pills for ten minutes. Ten minutes!"
   Tammy turned away ashamed. "That was me Gordy. I was wearing a fake crotch wig to fool you."
   Gordon chuckled at that. "Here," he said while offering his ***** to her selflessly, "take my *****. Grip it firmly. I promise that I won't have it shortened."
   That August Tammy had a baby who was so black that Gordon suspected that she'd been ******* Negroes and he was right.

The thirteenth greatest idea ever in modern tattoo history is eye-ball tattooing!

Your tattoos show people that you are tattooed.

It's cheaper, and less painful, to have your tattoos moved rather than removed. I had 7 inner thigh tattoos moved to my *** and I've never looked back.

January 14th is Brothers' Day, a day to celebrate brotherhood with your brother, but since I only have a half-brother (same mother, different father) we can only celebrate for 12 hours.

Today I scrubbed bird **** off my windshield, tomorrow I've got experimental, post-mortem brain surgery to perform on my uncle.

Throughout the series Joe Mannix was shot a dozen times and knocked out 55 times.

I want to scarf ripe bananas before driving to Negara with the sexiest chick in Jembrana.
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CRAZY TAMMY CHEATS ON GORDON
"Oh Gordon," Tammy began, "I thought you were deeply in love with me? The way you painted my house; lifted my fat sister high above your head; punched my mother to make her stop breathing and then punched her again to make her start."
   Gordon looked astonished and amazingly **** with his long ***** and urbane mannerisms. "I'm going away Tammy to a *****-shortening clinic in another country."
   "Oh no Gordy! Please don't have your ***** shortened! I love it so much. It brings such comfort to me," Tammy sobbed while her medium-big ******* hardened like crazy.
   "Listen Tammy: my ***** is too long. Admit it. Two weeks ago a woman with a hairy crotch threatened me with birth-control pills for ten minutes. Ten minutes!"
   Tammy turned away ashamed. "That was me Gordy. I was wearing a fake crotch wig to fool you."
   Gordon chuckled at that. "Here," he said while offering his ***** to her selflessly, "take my *****. Grip it firmly. I promise that I won't have it shortened."
   That August Tammy had a baby who was so black that Gordon suspected that she'd been ******* Negroes and he was right.

— The End —