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Verlecia F Oct 25
Where My teeth-is (lyric-kids- crossover )
Hootie hoo

Where you be
could you be hiding
up under my feet

Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo

look-e look-e
are you, playing
hide and seek
walk yourself
back to me

Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo
Hootie hoo

can't find my teeth-is
i need them,
to chew

oh! hell, Boo hoo
i am gonna get you

This is not peak-a-boo
come back to me


here i look up and down
now i look like a clown

and i can't find my teeth-is
anywhere around this town

i look up
i look down

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

it seems that
the tooth fairy
has lost her freak-en mind

now it time to get her behind


Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

she snapped all of
them, in the front
she is a real nut

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo

with just the roots
left behind

Hootie hoo
Boo hoo


Hootie hoo
Boo hoo


aka: lyricvixen
real life ©
Madison Lee Nov 2014
Driving under these neon lights,
The wide open interstate makes for a lonely night.
Music drowning my perpetuating thoughts,
Blaring Hootie & The Blowfish, "Let Her Cry",
"I could not believe, she was the same girl I fell in love with long ago. She went in the back to get high..."
Which reminds me of the very first time I hung out with you,
That was your favorite line of the song,
I couldn't help but laugh because you sang it oh so wrong.
Thinking back on what we used to be,
I never wished you would've went overseas.
I can remember the knock on my door,
Looking so pale and cold,
Never forgetting the picture of your corps.
Yearning for what we would've been,
Letting you go away is one of my seven deadly sins.
David W Clare Oct 2016
By: D. Clare

Her voice like a meadowlarks song

A rain pond filled with sweet cherry blossoms
Smiling summer clouds hovering above the farm land skies...

Gumdrop flavored flowers summon her up to the sugary hills

Visions of a garden grow, rainbows and dew drenched cat-tails glow...

Sunburst splashes it's orange nectar fruit until midnight hootie owls swoon

Sing us all to sleep upon grassy moon-beam beds soon...

(C) in perpetuity all rights reserved by the author

(P) FilmNoirWorks

--
Picnic Basket Poetry manuscript
(C) David Wayne Clare
In perpetuity
g clair Mar 2015
In a steaming creek bed of warm stone
lay me down in a heap all alone
feeling less occupied with the others who tried
to connect soul to soul with my own.

It was there that I sensed nature's kiss
flowing up from the ground, just pure bliss
steaming waters can seep
and I drew a breath deep
and allowed it to penetrate this:

In still waters I lay with my Lord
all my cares I had cast to the shore
it was there that He spoke
not a cad or a bloke
but my Love, and I shan't say much more.

He spoke of the feelings I had
of old thoughts which would trigger my sad
and he told me to take
all His truth and then spake
to my soul, only truth,  like a dad.

Then His Word, like a heat which can ****
any lie but quite good to me still
in plain English, God's Truth
fired fountain of youth  
and His water coursed over my will

He told me my heart was a beauty
that he made me to shine as his cutie
and that when I sing, it's the Ouray of spring
and I laughed, what a gas, God's a hootie.

So we soaked in our silence, befuddled
from my eyes to His bath, my tears puddled
that God's living water would cleanse his own daughter
so sweet, what a treat, to be cuddled
ATrue experience i had in 1992 while driving around Colorado, discovered the town of Ouray with it's Switzerland like mountain strata and hot springs.
g clair Sep 2014
In a steaming creek bed of warm stone
lay me down in a heap all alone
feeling less occupied with the others who tried
to connect soul to soul with my own.

It was there that I sensed nature's kiss
flowing up from the ground, just pure bliss
steaming waters can seep
and I drew a breath deep
and allowed it to penetrate this:

In still waters I lay with my Lord
all my cares I had cast to the shore
it was there that He spoke
not a cad or a bloke
but my Love, and I shan't say much more.

He spoke of the feelings I had
of old thoughts which would trigger my sad
and he told me to take
all His truth and then spake
to my soul, only truth,  like a dad.

Then His Word, like a heat which can ****
any lie but quite good to me still
in plain English, God's Truth
fired fountain of youth  
and His water coursed over my will

He told me my heart was a beauty
that he made me to shine as his cutie
and that when I sing, it's the Ouray of spring
and I laughed, what a gas, God's a hootie.

So we soaked in our silence, befuddled
from my eyes to His bath, my tears puddled
that God's living water would cleanse his own daughter
so sweet, what a treat, to be cuddled.
g clair Mar 2014
In a steaming creek bed of warm stone
lay me down in a heap all alone
feeling less occupied with the others who tried
to connect soul to soul with my own.

It was there that I sensed nature's kiss
flowing up from the ground, just pure bliss
steaming waters can seep
and I drew a breath deep
and allowed it to penetrate this:

In still waters I lay with my Lord
all my cares I had cast to the shore
it was there that He spoke
not a cad or a bloke
but my Love, and I shan't say much more.

He spoke of the feelings I had
of old thoughts which would trigger my sad
and he told me to take
all His truth and then spake
to my soul, only truth,  like a dad.

Then His Word, like a heat which can ****
any lie but quite good to me still
in plain English, God's Truth
fired fountain of youth  
and His water coursed over my will

He told me my heart was a beauty
that he made me to shine as his cutie
and that when I sing, it's the Ouray of spring
and I laughed, what a gas, God's a hootie.

So we soaked in our silence, befuddled
from my eyes to His bath, my tears puddled
that God's living water would cleanse his own daughter
so sweet, what a treat, to be cuddled.
Robin Carretti May 2018
Another heart for her,
Love Doves
summer rules her
weather
The winter door locked
Don't bother the others
Bird buddy parody
He can't go
*****
Artsy daisy
for the human,
we are_
((Free birds))
Locked Dove keys
Someone got lazy
Forst Hills Queen's
Chastity Lock by her clock
All humans the champions
the caged ones
(Tweets) fanatically
insane feet
Her Flamingo sheets
The rain in Spain
Bird front near the docks
Cardinal Pope stay mainly
flocks of angry birds
Of the plain

Feathered brain
flew South on the
Chattanooga train
He's gone with
the Scarlet wind
Angry chicken neck
Angry tears of a clown
The  tweet's on twitter
angry singer
Rap brother
Big! brother

named the champions
__
?
Ballerina steps
group Queen
Bird at the least
she naps
Polly Pigeon toes
He hooknose nest
Please, no cages
and her bird
**** wages.
Conrad birdie Hootie
****** in
Springtime attention.

Ancient times mythical
keys and hot
heavenly seeds
Jewish Bagels Canarsie
Brooklyn cream
cheese and lox
What a  bird **** puddle.
That security guard Big Bird
Sesame Street all John's
imagine

The bird beats Abby road
What bird crap to
kiss a toad
Wheres my bird waiter
Key West alligators
Robin Red Breast
Solomon fantasy Island
No man no God
Word is the (God) bird
He flew me hard
Running like a chicken
without a bird head
The rainforest
looked at her feet
Please the lock
Dove keys

Her coffee
Bird Bed breakfast
Stay leave the seeds
Blueberry Blue Jay
He went over
to her
and said

Your coffee is
for the birds' just pay
She flew her big nest

She locked his keys
Those bird prayers
really work
she is here to stay
The birdie humor, not good humor truck a peck and **** birds of a feather do they really love and work
Yo it's big Yosef coming with that unoriginal style
Make emcees throw in the towels
Tighten ya bowels
Mic Judo you know my flows cold
Astronomical beating suckas
Leave em with open abdominals
Destined to be a criminal since I was an embryo
By the society eyes so I had to learn another principle
Black men used to rule though now we was used as a mule
I picked apart where the lies start deep in the heart
I found myself a lion I ain't lyin' dynasty multiplyin'
Fools need to analyze they enterprise as I rise
Like the sun from West to East a true beast
On the mic bars is beauty even got the ***** from a cutie
Slim waist big ***** blow more hash than Hootie
Microphone is my duty scorin' like the Fugees I be a refuge
In my own country but can't stop me
Or drop me I got skills by the ton
And that's on the one
Two to three clips might rip ya hips
Close ya lips then ya soul dips darkness Eclipse
Grindin' harder than the next man and on the other hand
My styles is known to bruise ya midweight cruiser
Deliver more casualties than Fallujah
Derek Miller May 2023
A ***** roadside hotel should suffice.
Mom and Dad are arguing again,
And I am too little to know why.
I watch The Addams Family.
That night, I am scared that Thing
Will catch me sleeping on the floor.

There are no childhood photos
Or memories of a bedroom.
Only disconnected images
That jump from buying jars of honey
From the basement of an unknown Aunt
In the middle of the night
To steering the car from the passenger seat
With a paper plate.
I don't even know who was driving.
The mission halls were kinder.
I can remember running through the sadness
For a peanut butter and jelly.

We had family reunions
With strangers who let me play baseball,
And I ducked the tag
The way I've been ducking you.
The gravel mixed with blood;
I was reckless and young.
The arm I'd flung to catch me
Had dragged through the dirt.

At 5 years old, you brought me to a home
Where an older boy tried to tell me
Let's play Mommies and Daddies.
His Mommy must have known,
And when she flung back the sheet
His eyes widened,
Expanding like the ****
He had wanted me to ****.
I found you watching wrestling.
When I climbed in your lap
I wondered if she would tell you.
I don't think you ever held me again.

You dropped some quarters in my hand
To keep me quiet.
Hour 4 in the smoky haze
Of the VFW where you did not belong.
I won a cup from the crane machine.
Too late, you say to wash it first,
And there is dirt in my water.

Mom blows smoke rings
In the car outside your work.
I think she is spying.
The oval shapes bring calm-
An order I requested
On a night that made no sense.

There were no friends to call
When at 3 a.m. I pushed a car,
Wrapped in my blankie.
Friends would have been asleep,
Power rangers beside their beds
With the heat on.
But it was so cold, and we had run out of gas.
What had you run out of? Patience?
I can remember waking in the car;
You pressed a drink to my lips.
It tasted better than anything I'd had before.
I woke in the morning
In a house where I was hated,
And the kids had drank my nectar.
The cup said Tom's on the side.

You left me there.
I think her name was Michelle.
She told me I couldn't play
Until I'd learned to tie my shoe.
I sat and watched my sister on the park
With kids I didn't even know.
Laces on the ground, and I was ashamed.
Later, she'd tell me she didn't have the key
When her son put a pair of play handcuffs on me.
I spent the entire day waiting.
Her husband, it seemed, could get them off.
At 4p.m. I found the button
That released me.
She had known the whole time.

At 6, I saw you for the last time.
I watched, crying, from the window
As Pop told you to clear out.
When you drove off, was part of you relieved?
I think you must have been.
You didn't fight for us.
Dad got custody, but he didn't want us.

Dad raised us in bars.
I sang Hootie and the Blowfish
With a man named Cricket.
Watched a million pool cues
Bang against the Rusty Wallace decor
That was too close to the table.
My picture might still be on the wall
Of that place called Ernie's.
I know it like others knew their rooms-
The ones I didn't have
Or those that didn't welcome me.

When Mom left, you found a sucker.
Sheriff lady.
What a stupid ******* name.
I thought she was nice
Because she didn't get mad
When I couldn't finish my salad.
It lasted a week
Before she hit me.

It's funny.
I found the court documents
Where you wrote that Mom abused us-
Written like you'd cared.
But I can still hear the screams
Of my sister as they held her down
At 8 years old.
She couldn't even sit down the next day.
You were out drinking, of course.

The guidance counselor interrupted my lunch once
Said Derek, how are you doing?
You had driven your motorcycle through a parade
While we were at home being broken.
I said I was fine,
Because happiness and sadness
Started to look like the same **** thing to me.

You made me hope for a way out
When at 17 I fell in love.
I left that house for a warmer one,
Where I had begun lighting fires on my own.
You never taught me
How to be kind.
I was looking out for me at her expense.
I traded love for loyalty,
Brought her down to my level,
'til she felt too weak to leave me.

But with distance came perspective
And she left, too.
Which was good, I thought
When two years later
I learned I was the problem.

I'm in my thirties now.
Something is wrong.
I've had love and life and laughter,
But you still won't show up for me.
Sometimes I see you
Dancing in the eyes of my little girl-
Light that doesn't belong to me.

I think I am broken
In ways that cannot be mended-
In ways that cannot be loved for a lifetime.
I am built for friends to love, from a distance.
I am not made for you,
Nor you for I.
I am not meant to be happy.
I am just meant to die.
studious skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy  
christened Matthew Scott Harris)
doth newt come
like some hootie and the blowfish
super tramping
cheap trick linkedin to
wings at the reo speed wagon
spinning zz top soundcloud.

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sniggering,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,

somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning *******,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric

screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock
styled sideburns Semite,
sainted Shasta sipping
shriveled sad sack,

sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,

sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,

shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting

spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid

skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.
Cedric McClester Dec 2019
By: Cedric McClester

Because they’re so tootie fruity
Unlike the Blowfish and Hootie
They continue to shirk their duty
By kissing the President’s *****
They adhere to their oaths so sparsely
That history will judge them harshly
Like a dinner consisting of only parsley
Their offices are like a farce, see

How do they sleep with themselves
While acting like Santa Claus elves
Their courage is left on their shelves
While the President plays the twelves
Which used to be known as the dozens
They act as if they’re his first cousins
A Christ like figure he wasn’t
Because forgive is something he doesn’t

Have they forgotten how to stand tall?
For the President they’ll take the fall?
Don’t they hear the clarion call?
Guess they have no shame at all!
With a President that overreaches
The Constitution beseeches
A Congress that impeaches
For the lesson that it teaches

He’s been an errant tap dancer
Who’s metastasized like some kind of cancer
So impeachment was the only answer
Why should we take a chance, er
And just let him have his say
Like what is the law anyway
So what he did wasn't okay
But even still he holds sway














Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent A1 miss steak kin kith
once, a former main lion resident
living social where Tigress and Euphrates
converge and pool into Lake Wobegone  
necessitate extensible claws
to CAPTCHA unsuspecting top notch praise
omnipresent among cat skills
hidden from public scrutiny
iz cow herd vegetarian boar
hoof faux whatever reason explore
ring beak homing hootie and the blowfish
foo fighting beastie boy

regarding akin getting turned into transgender
goo goo doll, who doth
newt practice, what he/she preaches
nevertheless please befriend me
a (goofball - gipper generic and gallant
aging baby boomer and
long haired pencil necked geek i.e.) your
truly audacious, efficacious,
judicious, and perspicacious
wordsmith, who though married
thwarts egg gone eye zing hen pecking
courtesy unnamed ruler of roost.

Mystery man battens down amply spacious
(think webbed wide wolf gang proof)
lot for free roaming chickens,
who as little chicks respond courtesy peep
so cute, I vowed to become vegetarian
disassembled cramped coop hatches,
though impossible mission
to swear off being craving meat
even if juiced a braised animal morsel
whets appetite of carnivore

so... call me galore
re: us hypocritical plant dependent chap,
this honest to dog omnivore – more
accurately said buzzfeeding primate -
**** sapiens, he whelk hams
adieu after quick bonjour
hears ear splitting donkey hote tee mockery
analogous feat cheering despondent eeyore
nudging deaf finning stubbornness quite a chore
to motivate Jenny, she finally relents

and distills mine genuine goodness
qua gentle prodding unable to ignore,
especially sensing favorite treat
which carrot and stick ruse admits transgression,
and slyness teasing out desired objective,
similar to wily, totally tubular quirky logophile
employing double entendres,
now wonders wherefore
whether thou art still
game to read remaining adore

hub bull poetry of mine
understandable if ye deplore
such tongue in cheek
atrocious, egregious, ingenious, opprobrious...,
(just shy violating ethical core
**** regarding straying)
against dietary herbivore
rudimentary eel lamb ants
(chocolate covered my dear Watson)
boot fault in the starfish...por

favor mice elf can
oxe plain twittering like plover
with reasonable rhyme for sure
don't get doggy dimples in bunch
cause to skewer me but... but before...
sending killing squad to slaughter -
this puppy, aye kindly honour
my wish and don
me noggin with pompadour
as fetching drag queen

torpedo sized *****
squirting parti-color
milk as self defense mechanism
averting casus belli, thus
amidst melee I abhor
find self on horns of dilemma
life story of this poor
cooked goose flambé
caught between rock and trapdoor
special cannibal Buddha delight

where madding crowd
chants "send him back"
accursed unconscionable roar
ring anger, but lurch for eats,
an impulsive reflex courtesy extempore
rain nee yes unforgivable poor
craven impulse to up peas hunger
uncontrollably craving regarding carnivore
pang additionally not further injure
ring innocent animals plus more
to this fishy tail than
meats the Wawa birdseye.
date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem,
where earth, wind, and fire doth usher
hootie and the blowfish
on a green day
and a three dog night
three doors down from foo fighters.

A gangly, horribly measly, and scraggly bundle
of lovely bones even as a lad
(way to skinny to appease wicked witch)
chee boo came out kicking and screaming
and he never stopped since
that's how I will get carried out.

Yours truly an aging married baby boomer
(orangutan missing link)
long haired pencil necked geek
(constantly clearing phlegm from his throat)
trademark disheveled characteristics
whipsawed ever faster around sun
quickly ratcheting and spiraling tornado like
nearly 30 kilometers per second,
or 67,000 miles per hour clip;
while sprawled atop earth,
he journeyed, jumpstarted, kickstarted,
launched countless planetary orbitz
quintessentially retracing trajectory
when Gaia linkedin courtesy gravity
maintaining invisible bond with Helios.

He (best nutty buddy
and alter ego of mine),
which birth sported an ordinary
uneventful, nevertheless miraculous
combination platter visited
*******, *******, secretion
nsync with erratic spastic seminal kicks
divine fertilization usually took place
in a fallopian youtube
playing mine unrehearsed debut appearance
after an ***** to the ******
wrought conception, which
begat biological reproductive process

fostered embryonic development
'o Boyce and Harriet straggly heir,
one male progeny mostly
gangly lovely bones mox nix
cellular division yes genesis
I rem:member being born
as an a door able beatle browed talking head
super tramping cheap tricks
immediately kickstarted and triggered
goo goo doll foo fighter enfant terrible
terrifically soulfully bellowing;
also envision Dolby surround sound
without assistance courtesy
Gran Prix (for poetic purpose
pronounceable *** pistols ******).

Upon due date when water broke
vaguely analogous to how rice krispies
snapped, popped, and crackled;
firstly his crown emerged out ******
ain't got pushed by no
heavy duty contractions out birth canal
no siree but propelled seven plus pounds
courtesy infantile flatulence
asthma noggin heralded
scrawny declaration, now celebrating lx
plus four ellipses around nearest star,
subsequently skinny arms and legs
(I'll spare ye the ****** graphics
with the afterbirth regarding
  
placenta and fetal membranes
discharged from the ******
after the birth of offspring),
whence obstetrician able, eager,
ready, and willing to secure newborn
in swaddling raiment
affirming  proud parents
their healthy baby boy
underscored with italics
readied to receive pronounced hosannas  
regarding garden variety
generic wrinkled likened
to an old manikin newborn.

Within some now nondescript building
then named The Christ Hospital
location Mount Auburn
Cincinnati, Ohio
(the Buckeye state)
record number C57587
gingerly handled courtesy
Doctor James Mackay McCord
(ushering none other than me
into the webbed wide world)

bestowed upon *****
of Harriet Harris (maternal parent),
after thy young mother
experienced brief labor
as his bonny head and bony derrière easily
slipped out uterine crypt,
whereby with Vernix
caseosa, the waxy or cheese substance,
he appeared er made
rather wicked, matted, and dipped
in tallow, thence unexpectedly whipped
minuscule fist ready to bump.

Once placenta and fetal membranes
(unnecessary as wing ding)
discharged out ******
after birth of offspring,
and thar weren't no more
major contractions in the offing
ma mommy lovingly did cling
to her bundle of joy and bring

maternal breast I ravenously
did suckle fortunately toothless
against her tender ***** trickling
(if mammary serves me correctly),
I presently recall no iota of inkling
what events transpired, nope
no recollection
about me being circumcised.

Traditionally a mohel is a rabbi,
cantor or another religious leader
who performs brit milah,
or bris, a circumcision ceremony,
on an 8-day-old.

Moost likely I felt Jew bull lent
glad yours truly chose decent
mother and father, which opinion
subjected to radical change,
when as grown adult child
living nonsocial under
their roof housing forced to hire agent
provocateur to practice sparring,
when standoff event on horizon,
which eventually begat ultimatums,
where mutual quiet riot revulsion
swallowed me into a black hole

their red hot poker rage spent
belittling, cursing, damning...
quiet as Unitarian Church mouse content
internalizing later smoldering
anger I needed to vent
in retrospect diminutive little boy
tied to mama's apron strings
afflicted with mental
health issues inherent
of course hindsight gleaned

social, psychological, neurological...
healthy development got rent
asunder partly explaining
why I became indigent
cuz absolute zero ambition
to hustle and convince
prospective employers to hire me
an astute candidate with
deaf fin knit muted confidence.
WISEPENNY Aug 2020
NIGH AH HIGH
EAST COAST BALANCE PI

UP ABOVE THE WORLD SO HIGH
CHRIST THE MESSENGER THATS WHY

HEIGHTEN ENLIGHTEN ANU
LIFT THE TENDRILS IRON LIKE GLUE

MARK THE REEKAGE CHALK UP TAH SPEED
TAH HOOTIE CUTIE BOMBING THE DEEP

PUDDLE MUCK
WATER THE PICK UP TRUCK

OR MATER GATOR HEAVEN SENT ME A SLAYER

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