"jimmie" poems
JIMMY large nose natural hipster totally informed clever funny sincere yet aloof
JOEY tall tan lanky physique long thick brown hair in braid striking good looks yet self-unaware
SHANNON athletic build attractive brunette accomplished poet so good she doesn’t need to prove it emotional sensitive tough
ANNE Joni Mitchell good looks bohemian self-effacing impulsive submissive *****
ACT 1 scene 1
a deserted chic indie reception area somewhere present 8:30 PM
JIMMY (singling out Anne) you’re so beautiful i want you so bad
ANNE oh yeah you’re sweet to say that
JIMMY i mean it you symbolize hope inspiration in me
ANNE hope? oh god
Anne looks away runs fingers through her hair
JIMMY hear that song over the speakers?
ANNE yeah
JIMMY it’s “Home” Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes very cool check out rough trade east version on youtube
ANNE yeah right
Anne blows air out her nose looks away in Shannon’s direction
SHANNON (singling out Joey) do you read?
JOEY yeah some
SHANNON what are you currently reading?
JOEY uh a text about economic international relations
SHANNON hmmm interesting do you ever read literature or poetry?
JOEY nah not much
SHANNON like movies?
JOEY yeah sure some
SHANNON what’s you’re favorite movies?
JOEY “The Devil Wore Prada” “Eddie” “I’m Not There” i don’t know there are tons of movies i enjoy
SHANNON interesting
JOEY i need to ask Jimmy something excuse me
Joey walks across area to Jimmy
JOEY that western shirt looks so cool on you
JIMMY thanks yeah it’s a hip shirt what up dude?
JOEY oh god Shannon is hitting on me she’s way too full of herself way too available
JIMMY hmmm nice toned body bet she’s a tiger in the hay
JOEY not interested
JIMMY me neither but i could be persuaded honestly i’m blown away with Anne
Anne approaches Shannon
ANNE Jimmy is a conceited **** he thinks he’s so cool Shannon you look so beautiful this evening your hair complexion
SHANNON funny I felt so blah all day what did Jimmy say to you? he’s not my type but not so bad if only he had Joey’s looks Joey’s shy sweetness look at Joey over there his eyes lips he’s so **** I think I’m falling in love and yet i recognize falling in love requires a huge territory of untried tolerance
Anne’s fingers stealthily pocket Shannon’s tortoise-shell comb while Shannon observes Joey fawning over Jimmie across room
ACT 2
refer to ACT 1 scene 1
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 6:15 AM UTC
*the twigs are still and quiet
indeed the birds have flown
soon it'll all be ice and snow
and shrubbery in a white gown
as everywhere traffic seeks ease of flow
i see that the birds have flown
and that no more grass has grown
no more daffodils, lupine and hollyhocks
or the bluebirds, larks, thrushes and nightingales
that jimmie rodgers waxed lyrical about
one swallow i see in acrobatic show
of frantic rhythm to beat the snow
but futile its extravaganza ever is
for one swallow does not make a summer
i see that indeed the birds have flown*
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Now what do we poets do
When we fall in love ?
Unable to sleep the
Master bedroom frozen,
Their divan on fire.
Hearts longing throbbing
fire and ice peach cobbler
can't suffice to apeace.
Brains deeped in energies
of color purple in hearts.
Her poet longing for her diamond cave behind
her Jimmie Angel,
And El Salto del Moro
Waterfalls!
His poetess thirsting
for his jewls
behind his Dhrudhiya
swelling on monsoon
His Padajhar Mahadev
Waterfalls
She's dreaming with his
Mount Abu
in Rajasthan.
Thus the poets
lay throbbing, longing
Sketching love's honey pots
The poets bunny bees!
Lay enamoured
by their waterfalls abliss..
~~
By Karijinbba 2021
All rights reserved
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 9:43 PM UTC
I was dreaming lucky
But woke up cold in hand;
I dreamed I had a dollar
But woke up cold in hand.
Woke up this morning
Feel around for my shoes.
You know about that?
They took yours too?
Sometimes I feel
Like walkin'.
Sometimes I feel
Like cryin'.
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child.
Sometimes I feel
Like I ain't no one at all.
Say brother,
I can't make change
For a nickle.
Say sister, oh sister,
Can you spare me
One thin dime?
"When a man gets the blues
He grabs a train and rides."
I know
I ain't no man.
"When a woman gets the blues
She hangs her head and cries."
I know
I don't feel
Like no woman.
So when I get me back
My walkin' shoes,
Those worn out, old walkin' shoes,
I'm takin' this suitcase
Full of blues I got
And ride the boxcar blinds
Past Boogie Street
All the way to
Johnson's Crossroads.
Lines in Quotations are direct from Train Whistle Blues by Jimmie Rodgers, 1929
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
I was once a singer, a famous rock star
Every one loved me, I was so very popular
Sang with the best, up there on the stage
**** Jagger, The Beatles and even Jimmie Page
I sang in all the big cities, all over the world
I was so happy, being such a star, a popular girl
Making so much money, but I was running amuck
Forgot my friends and family, I didn't give a ****
No one else mattered, I was the important one
Forgot about my husband, and my dear little son
The things that really mattered, I'd lost all sight
There were lots of groupies, and parties every night
Lots of ***** men, and the drugs, were never short
If I ever felt bad, some powder I would snort
No one ever told me, that I was doing myself harm
By injecting all that **** into the veins of my arm
I'd awake some mornings, feeling a ****** mess
But after some drugs, I became again, a Goddess
Everybody loved me, I was their favourite daughter
I thought the same, thought, I could walk on water
One morning I awoke, all shattered and broke
No alchohol to drink, and no grass for a smoke
All my friends deserted me, left me for dead
Said that I was definately, ****** in the head
It was all over, my life of *** drugs and fun
My husband had long gone, and took with him my son
I had bought it all on myself, of that, there's no doubt
Spent a week in hell, just crying and drying out
I had lost everything, my good looks and my wealth
And I was skin and bone, not a picture of good health
Broken down I was, all drug ****** and spent
Dragged myself outside, to the hospital I went
For weeks I was there, in bed on a drip
The truth and reality, I wanted to grip
Slowly I came good, to God I needed to talk
Then two weeks later, I could finally walk
I'm living in a rehab center, at this very time
Please don't worry about me, I'll be just fine
I'm now a faded angel, don't deserve a lot of glory
Just hoping that someone, learns from my sad story
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
I found you
After the lights were turned off
After the campaign for Moorish dignity
Failed miserably
Spin Fortuna's wheel
And hope it lands in a beneficial spot
Your voice still speaks
As loudly as if you were next to me right now
After you died in a car
Breathing in the fumes of life completely undiluted
I listen to Jimmie Spheeris
As I recognize we are living in a confederacy of dunces
And no neon bible exist
Without you
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
By: David W. Clare
She appears nightly in the window, under a fading out blue gel spot light sporting cheap lingerie...
Her red slapped **** fit a bit too tight!
I was strung out on Cutty Sark, the whole darkish day!
Thunder clapped overhead; the rain threatened the would be turn-out of bums!
Prima Donna, was her ****** stage name: she hid the newborn kid under the bar...
He resembled Jimmie Durante,
The baby smoked a cigar!
Live *** *** Show: read the blinking orange neon sign...
She pretended she was a road house star!
Her stretch marks indicated she had been tossed around...
Town to town, bar to bar!
Now she travels in a carnival trailer...
She drinks herself to sleep when no one is around: can't be seen crocthless!
Wide spots in the road are the small time attractions...
Her fat *** boss sells China made fake Rolex time pieces...
Character is all you have when no one else watches...
(C) In perpetuity all rights reserved
(P) FilmNoirWorks
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
It was back in 012 did a couple of tapes did a couples of DVDS but I made a couple of mistakes. Didn’t know what I was doing but I put on the cape know it’s which world tour should go on today?
See you told me I would lose but I won I might cop a million Jimmie chews just fun. Because ******* couldn’t take what was in me Australian Kinney might run up to Disney out with in LA with fenny. I got the eye of the tiger the lion of Judah.
Now it me and my time me and just me and my prime everything I tried to teach them they gonna see it in time tell the ******* to get a stick I’m done leading the blind. Got two shows tonight out in Brooklyn and Dallas then a private hand party in the new British tower you can see me in sight it’s my time to shine all the people in line which mean I have fly like a movie no commercial its lil-Tay more money yah I’m universal.
I hear they coming for me because I hear the top is lonely what the **** they gonna x2 say I’m the best doing it x2. I’m the best
I Rember a time they didn’t give me a time of day just spit in my face then walk away couldn’t buy my mother a couch now I’m sitting at the closing board brought my mother a house you can never understand why I grind like I do damaiyah and abri why I cry like I do cause even when my real mother was on crack I was crack now the whole album crack you don’t got to skip a track I don’t have to get a plaque I don’t go to get a reward I just walk out the door
all the girls would applaud All the girls would commend as long as they understand that I’m fighting for the girls that never thought they can never can win but before they can begin you told them it was the end and I’m am here to reverse the curse that they live in. got two bones to pick but Imma only chose one you might get address on the second album which mean you breathe tells my mothufucker to say so tell all my bad ******* I can see your halo.
I hear they coming for me because the top is lonely what the **** they gonna say x2 I’m the best doing it x4 I’m the best x2 its ok x2 as long you know as long you ************ know I’m the best x5 I’m the best doing it
IM THE BEST...
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
"I wonder what kingdoms rest in the clouds?",
Said the little hopeful girl to the mother with a queer frown.
"I wonder what's at the center of the earth or beneath the ground!"
Crushed was Jimmie by reality's pressure~
Those people who ventured either suffocated or drowned!
"Listen, it's the faeries, do you hear that sound?"
Said suspicious the child to whom all was around.
To all whom searched,
gave up,
or are no longer around..
Wonder no longer..
Nothing was found.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
To be the
unlocked door
before you
Jimmie in with
bobbi pins and
credit cards
or
Knock politely and
wait, ring if left
unanswered
Maybe I'm still
in the shower
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
i have absolutely no idea why this world is built
upon the stagnation that good
is equated with being stupid,
and that evil is prime intelligence...
or primarily so.
take the retards away,
and what you're left with
is what democracy challenges....
democracy is a kind of politics
that allows for crimes to prosper...
take Jimmie as an example
a belief in strength is not a belief
bound to rebellion...
democracy breeds a faith in rebellion
and the distribution of injustices,
where everyone can suddenly
exclaim: NOT MY FAULT! hands
raised flapping, the innocence plea...
the dodo's: i shouldn't be dead,
but i am, nonetheless, here i out-flap
the attempts of pigs at flight!
so too the chickens croaked,
and didn't coo like pigeons;
so too the Krev Ørn:
na ma hyrna jar! ska hurn sad nah!
and then death followed -
hi sfaldnjier ga'rm! d + n + j = ð
dneerie... or ~, or quasi....
or nearer - knee earned ear -
harpoon tagline ooze!
knock knock. who's there?
onomatopoeia. onomatopoeia who?
echo! echo! echo!
so spoke the chastised pigeons
when hearing the morose croaks of crows.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
Somewhere tonight
Somewhere tonight they will sing from the heaven above.
Playing the music of the great for all to hear.
Good old Hank will sing your cheating heart he is so lonesome he could cry.
Patty Page she will take the stage with a song only she could sing.
While Bill Monroe gets ready to play with Conway and the boys.
They sing with joy and welcomes the newest
As little Jimmie Dickens belts out a song .
There is no rest for the best.
As somewhere tonight they all will sing.
As the sky fills with song may they all R.I.P.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC