"olly" poems
Oi
Look
Listen
You
Forgive my tone, I'm not trying to smart, rude or clever.
Gender shouldn't not be tender. Hopefully sooner or later it'll become like: Meh..Yeah whatever."
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
"We have come to be danced
not the pretty dance
not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
but the claw our way back into the belly
of the sacred, sensual animal dance
the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
the holding the precious moment in the palms
of our hands and feet dance
We have come to be danced
not the jiffy ***** shake your ***** for him dance
but the wring the sadness from our skin dance
the blow the chip off our shoulder dance
the slap the apology from our posture dance
We have come to be danced
not the monkey see, monkey do dance
one, two dance like you
one two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
tearing scabs & scars open dance
the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance
WE have come to be danced
not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
the strip us from our casings, return our wings
sharpen our claws & tongues dance
the shed dead cells and slip into
the luminous skin of love dance
We have come to be danced
not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
but the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath & beat dance
the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
the mother may I?
yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance
the everyone can come to our heaven dance
We have come to be danced
where the kingdom’s collide
in the cathedral of flesh
to burn back into the light
to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
to root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced
WE HAVE COME"
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
I'll watch the silver moonlight spread across my pillow and delicate fingers.
The sandman nowhere in sight, and not wanting to be found. I'm growing tired of this game of hide and seek.
Instead I'll stay with the sky as the sliver light slowly stains red with the coming dawn.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
You get me hooked again from the minute you sat down
The way you bite your lip got my head spinning around
After a drink or two I was putty in your hands
I don't know if I have the strength to stand
Trouble troublemaker yeah that's your middle name
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
It's like your always there in the corners of my mind
I see your silhouette every time I close my eyes
There must be poison in those fingertips of yours
Because I keep coming back again for more
Trouble troublemaker yeah that's your middle name
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
Maybe I'm insane
Cause I keep doing the same old thing
Thinking one day we gonna change
You know just how to work that back and make me forget my name
What the heck you do I won't remember
I'll be gone until November
You won't come back until next summer
Typical middle name is Pravda
For you like a glove girl I'm sick of the drama
You're a troublemaker
And it's like I like the trouble
And I can't even explain why
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad?
My mind keeps saying "Run as fast as you can"
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
these feet, a rambler's. wanderlust
soles tied from genetics of the epi-
kind. his feet did ramble so as these
now do. his difference, he trek'd with
steel shunt in arm. he trek'd slums'
floors. grit-ingrain'd skin, pox'd wh-
olly and now pushing onlys. pushing
ash against the walls of Death's
container. body aged thru time,
more than doubled - more like
end'd - by that refined infusion.
these feet, a rambler's. walking forth
existences' hundred-mile wilderness.
his feet had also, and his feet defer'd
before sixty-six. these continuing
onward searching ancient trails. loo-
king to start another day, looking
for to never quit seeking another
day before the unlit walls of Death.
before the darkness consuming
of depths never known, always near.
these feet, a rambler's. of well-worn
leather. relinquish'd of cares, desire
or ambitions by brambles strangling.
blood running by access of natural
means. slate gash'd soles, crevices
open'd of the crust throwing chal-
lenges toward the sky. heights im-
aginable if only to forsake lazed
calves. heights set for disappearing,
where tracks never lead. no wrong
side in non-existence, no wrong
sight for the rambling feet worn lea-
ther.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
What a wonder, it must be, just to fly.
Henry had thought, not so long ago,
As birds, looped, swooped and soared,
Flocks of starlings, offering a show.
Jen and Olly, were Henry’s best friends,
Three ghostly bunnies with nothing to do,
Then Olly twitched his wispy whiskers,
Until large mushrooms suddenly grew.
Mushrooms so nice, they sat upon them,
And despite what they had been taught,
It seemed, within this, imagination world,
Creation occurred, with a single thought.
Jen giggled, wiggled, her delicate nose,
And three pink kites appeared overhead,
Swooping and soaring, just like starlings,
But held from a silken, gossamer, thread.
Henry’s turn, so smiling at his friends,
He performed a funny ‘bunny-like’ hop,
Creating a bracing, fresh, gusting breeze,
Making their ears go, all-a-flippity-flop.
On mushroom seats, ghostly bunnies sat,
Their minds twirling with kites, so high,
Henry recalled thinking, not so long ago,
What a wonder, it must be, just to fly.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
"Boo"
The echo of you is in my mind
My gigantic, magnificient friend
Who society left behind...
What made you? Why did you?
How could you not know?
How much we all need you -
Did we not let it show?
Did you not see the love
In the smiles you grew?
If I could go back...
If you only knew.
That dark, lonely morning
You felt so alone
No one to rest with
No one to phone
The thought leaves me cold
And so angry with you
If I could go back...
If you only knew.
I see you at night,
Dancing and smoking
I know any day
You'll tell us you're joking
Back with a bang
In a nightclub queue
If I could go back, Olly,
If only you knew.
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 7:59 PM UTC
Jolly good friends are we
Only because of “Raf-Rod” pain
Happiness when the assignments were complete.
Not far off is
Sonic,
Our favorite activity, but,
Not with out Dan
Best friends forever
I repeat,
Best friends forever
Leave it or take it
Everyone’s a hater
Crammed in the truck
Only Dan, Stan and Kendra
Leaving behind the haters
Loving our route 44’s and
Eating out taters
Getting all dressed up
Everyone in this city be jealous of us.
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 8:57 AM UTC
A rude awakening:
A friend’s best impression of
A thousand,
Deep,
Bellowing trombones.
“BWAAAAWWWWP!”
Shake it off.
Walk home and go to bed.
Fasten hat to head:
“Bye everybody.”
(wave)
Good choice on the hat,
‘Tis chilly.
Text her, “Hi,” just because.
Just in case.
Long walk home
Late at night
And still groggy.
Those trombones still ringing in my ears.
I feel new.
Like a kitten.
Every sound on the street inspires shudders.
Cars approaching from behind:
Crescendos dropping into empty ringing silence.
Someone laughs down a dark side street.
Head jerks,
And looks away.
There it is again.
Is it for me?
Walk faster.
I might still be sleeping…
Although I’m pretty sure—what’s that?
A bicycle,
Or the amplified sound of an insect
Cleaning itself.
Where is that shadow coming from?
Is something floating above this intersection?
Just keep walking.
But only after
I push this button
That does nothing.
I guess I’m just a pigeon
Flapping my wings.
But don’t I know it.
How sad is that?
Where’s that Morpheus with my **** pills?
Home base.
Olly olly oxen free.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
Neener, neener, neener
Your daddy is a wiener
A peener, a geener
A ***** magaziner.
Nanny, nanny boo boo
Stick your head in doo doo
Your granny has got put in jail
For practicing at voodoo.
Olly Olly Oxen Fee
I see you, you can’t see me.
I am smart, you are not.
Just how stupid can you be?
Waka, waka, waka
You look like an alpaca
Your mama should have taken you
And stuffed you in a locker.
Zimmy, zimmy, zim
Your luck is getting slim.
Bad Luck Billy says you’re
You’re almost bad as him.
Hardy hardy har
You think you are a star
But an extra in a walk-on role
Is what you really are.
Clunkety clunk clunk
Your dreamboat has sunk
You think you smell like roses
But it’s more like a skunk.
Sniggley, sniggley snurt
The truth is bound to hurt
You invested in yourself
And then you lost your shirt.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
1. Candles smell best when the day is nearing its end and you feel the weariness in your bones. Favourites flicker like moods and the way the fire dances upon the wick; fresh scents mostly. Zingy citrus and sweet melon and cucumber, and sometimes sweet spice and serenity which smells like old memories.
2. As a sister, I do no know what kind of attributes I wish for a sister. Even though I adore and get annoyed in equal parts by the girl who calls me big sissie, I could not name what it is that I exactly would want. Perhaps, I would enjoy some one such as Nana Visitor as my sister, although one wonders if having actors for a family member is the best.
Kelly Rowland comes to mind, and perhaps I would adore her as a sister the most.
3. I have longed for a brother for a long time, wished I had one just to experience it, mostly. I’d want someone fierce, but someone understanding too. Someone who would not treat me like I could look after myself, and under much consideration, I do not believe there is someone I’d truly want as a celebrity as my brother. Perhaps Olly Murs, if I had to really answer this.
4. Marriage is not something I would wear well, I do not think. It’s not a comfy pair of sweats or a too big sweater. It’s a very pretty dress, or a dapper suit and it doesn’t fit like colourful beanies or a rather fluffy scarf.
5. Books lay in piles about the space entitled my room, old bottles from years before I was born live in their own special cupboards. Piles of intricately made teaspoons and bone-handled knives tuck into boxes upon boxes upon boxes. Old text books barely squeeze into my shelves. I hoard like I breathe.
6.When young and flexible I managed to tie myself in knots; I’d fit in spaces I only dream about now and stretch like I was reaching for the light. Doing such things like the splits doesn’t occur to me anymore, I’ve got a book to read, an emotion to write and a song to hum under my breath.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
Hey ** and there you go
And when you get there
Well, there you are.
Now, ain’t that something;
Better than nothing?
Two guys walk into a bar.
The barkeep asks them
What will you guys have?
The both gave him a look.
I would like to be rich
Both guys said, but that
Is neither aa creek or a brook
Two little old ladies
Were rocking on a porch
Throwing fruit at passersby.
Their husbands hid out
Finding it were best
In case someone asked why.
All this and all that was
Somewhere not quite all
The way to awesome.
There were a few pretty boys
And then some women that
Were known as handsome.
Eenie meenie miney moe
Olly olly oxen fee.
Whattya know about that?
Higgeldy piggledee
Hotsy and totsy, has
Your tongue got your cat?
Thingamjigs, doolollies
Gadgets, whirlygigs
Don’t amount to nothing.
Whatsername and Miss Thing
That ought to do it right now
To keep your beer frothing.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
Go outside after breakfast
Come back for lunch at noon.
Come inside at suppertime
And even then, it was too soon.
Never permitted to be late
We ate dinner at six each day
Eat every bite on our plate.
About the menu we had no say.
We had baking soda submarines
Popular Mechanics magazines
And that was technology back then.
Decoder rings and roller skate keys
Shooting marbles on our knees
And playing crooks and G-men.
Those days we had three channels
On all black and white televisions.
Just the same thirteen inch boxes;
Nothing like 3D or Panavision.
Loved Uncle Miltie and Lucille Ball
And considered Korla Pandit a waste,
But we must be forgiven because
Back then, no one had much taste.
We could spell Kula, Fran and Ollie,
Said words like “gosh”, and “by golly”
And were anxious to see flying cars.
Many movies were in Technicolor
But you always had to take your brother
And he didn’t recognize the stars.
After school we played sandlot ball
Saturday were TV cartoon shows;
Dancing trees with belly buttons
And a local clown with a red nose.
We joined Cubs and Boy Scouts
Had lemonade stands by the street,
Matchbooks in bicycle stokes
And used bottle cap taps for our feet.
It seemed like days were longer then
And summer was slow to come again.
Those were the days when we had fun.
We built our forts and hooked up swings
Kids did all crazy kinds of things
Before these modern times had begun.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Oh where oh where is mister bear?
Beneath the bed? Behind the chair?
He is not here he is not there
Oh where oh where is mister bear?
I closed my eyes and counted slow
I've looked up high I've looked down low
I've searched the house from top to toe
oh where oh where did teddy go?
I searched and searched and searched some more
behind the blinds and bathroom door
from attic roof to basement floor
and out around the Apple store
The garage checked the outhouse too
and even checked the barbecue
Beneath the ash and up the flue
oh where oh where dear Ted are you?
Not in the pool or by the slide
Or on the swings he loves to ride
not in the leaves now crisp and dried
oh mister Ted where did you hide?
Olly olly oxen free
please come on out you've beaten me
as now it's time to eat our tea
oh where oh where can teddy be
Oh here I am behind you so
I followed you so quiet and slow
and all the time you did not know
he chuckled soft and fell down low
Oh mister Ted you silly bear
what happy times we too do share
and don't we make a funny pair
playing our games without a care
Now time for tea as dad's made steak
and Mommas baked us both a cake
to wash it down there's ice cream shake
we'll eat until our bellies ache.
Then brush our teeth and into bed
to softly rest our sleepy head
and don't forget your prayers I said
or that I love you mister Ted
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
*
I felt like Maddy
In the house,
waiting for Olly
To take me to the ocean
I found a new part of me,
The good side of me,
when I met you...
And I felt ALIVE,
Living like never before
LOVING like never before
If I stop myself now -
I will never experience
The mystery of
Being ALIVE in LOVE
It is always easier
To do what heart feels
Even if it may
Harm one's health (life)
I am willing to sacrifice
EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING
To LIVE one
Perfect day in LOVE...
*
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
Who are we,
When the lights go out.
When everything is dark,
And no one is there.
Who are we,
In the dead of night
Where there is no light
Just the sounds of broken dreams
And of the screams
Of the people who cry
Who are we,
When the parents are screaming
And the children are fleeing
And no one acts as a human being
Who are we,
Behind closed doors.
When the only thing is gore
And nothing else is left anymore
Who are we!?
What have we done with our humanity?
Why doesn't it fit into society?!
There's havoc and war
People so poor
No one opens their doors
No one helps.
Riots for rights!
This isn't right.
So I ask!!
Who are we?
Can't you see
We need to be
The key
To save this destroyed society?!
There's inequality
People sold as property
They are
Sexualized
Beaten
*****
And killed.
People's choices are being stolen!
And we sit by
Idly
Motionless
Doing nothing to help.
What is this?!
A game of hide and go seek with our humanity?!
Well guess who is winning?
No one.
We need to drop our pride and yell Olly Olly Oxen Free!
Who cares of winning?!
What we need is to have them back.
We've gone too long without it.
We're desensitized and that's
Our mind getting fed lies.
Either that or we need to run and chase as fast as we can to find them.
We cannot sit here.
Motionless.
Watching.
Motionless.
Inactive.
Motionless.
Where are we when the teenage girls are screaming, and getting snatched up?
Where are we when the homeless man is getting beaten in the street?
Where are we when there are hate crimes against other races or people with other ****** preferences sometimes resulting in violence and even death?
Where are we?!
Why are we hiding!?
And why,
Are we motionless?
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
Nobody should believe you
You’re a world class liar.
You’re going to burn your ****
‘Cause your pants are on fire!
You’ve always been a liar
Even back in your youth.
The only thing you fear is
Having to tell the truth.
If you shake hands with him
Count your fingers right quick
Be sure you still have them all.
Never trust his sneaky tricks.
He can stand right in front of you
And baldfacedly he can lie
While smiling like and angel
And looking you in the eye.
Olly, olly, oxen hook
This guy is a nasty crook.
Keep track of all he took
Then sentence him, by the book.
Heckley, Jekylly, criminal
He prefers to be subliminal.
But mostly he’s a bad motor scooter
A cutpurse and a poorhouse looter.
He would rob widows and orphans
And claim he was aiding charity
As if he is the only person who
Sees the world with clarity.
He calls it redistribution work
Of the world’s hard-earned wealth.
But he is fooling nobody, really,
Or he wouldn’t need to use stealth.
And when he runs for office, he
Can refine his art of playing *****
By hiding behind closed doors
And stealing from us covertly.
He will join the political machine
That is already firmly in place
And work in his mirror every day
To hone that public smiling face.
Olly, olly, oxen hook
This guy is a nasty crook.
Keep track of all he took
Then sentence him, by the book.
Heckley, Jekylly, criminal
He prefers to be subliminal.
But mostly he’s a bad motor scooter
A cutpurse and a poorhouse looter.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
I'm overwhelmed and I just want to give up. I just want to give in. Because I swear there's no one near me who's listening. So I'm screaming "Olly olly oxen free" to whatever strength is hiding within me.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
Apple core, Baltimore
Some people know the score
They know very well what
This little verse is for.
I don’t have a clue, you see.
It is totally a cypher to me.
It’s a snappy verse, obviously,
But is nothing more than poesy.
Icky wicky bother and blame
Practical jokes are bad games.
Ask me once I’ll say my name;
Every time it will be the same.
It’s a kind of little kid rhyme
That lost its meaning over time.
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Kept up with the chronological climb.
But the other is one of those things
Like popsicles and onion rings
That living in the USA brings
But leave me standing in the wings.
Bumpy jumpy, bouncing around
Trying to stay on solid ground
Is chancy at best, I have found.
Its reasoning is not that sound.
Olly olly oxen free is another
The invention of someone or other
To help kids call in their brothers
When the game is curtailed by mother,
Or someone decides it’s done,
Or maybe just no longer fun,
And those hiding one by one
Can come in home on the run.
Icky wicky bother and blame
Practical jokes are bad games.
Ask me once I’ll say my name;
Every time it will be the same.
Pinch you owe me a coke
Is another sadly unfunny joke
Created by some sadistic bloke
That should have got his nose broke
But turned into a game that’s used
Whenever people become amused
By saying the same word the other used.
I don’t like games that leave me contused.
Icky wicky bother and blame
Practical jokes are bad games.
Ask me once I’ll say my name;
Every time it will be the same.
Bumpy jumpy, bouncing around
Trying to stay on solid ground
Is chancy at best, I have found.
Its reasoning is not that sound.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
Olly, olly, oxen fail.
Top Republicans go to jail.
Olly, olly, oxen chump
All those crooks elected Trump
Oh, GOP, why’d you do it?
And make all of us suffer through it?
It makes it worse to see it all
And know you were all crooks and knew it.
Why couldn’t you just take
Your bribes and shut the hell up?
Why did you have to
Demand to overfill your larcenous cup?
Olly, olly, you and your gang
Some of you really do deserve to hang.
At least you’ll get to know at last
Your reign of terror has finally passed.
Disgusting Olly and the rest
Most of us know who your boss is
But half this sick regime
Has yet to realize what the cost is.
For the world to see the toll
Levied on our nation by the GOP beast
And count the casualties,
It’s going to be decades, at least.
Olly, olly, oxen, fad.
This whole affair has been so bad
It’ll be a great day
When this awful president
And his cronies get locked away.
Olly, olly, oxen fail.
Top Republicans go to jail.
Olly, olly, oxen chump
All those crooks elected Trump
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
the raiders show, the half time show, v dragons
johnny’ welcome back, and what a start we have for the raiders, you see we got to a lead
of 18 points to nil, and at half time the raiders lead 18 points to 8 with hodgson and soliola and
blake austin, and croker scored 3 2 pointers while merrin scores a try for the dragons and widdop
scores 2 2 pointers, and the raiders have made a few mistakes, but they have a good lead
and here is sue
sue’ ok welcome, and here is tim with his jingle
tim’ oh yeah we are the bad and mean green machine
fearsome men looking keen,
don’t try and stop these men in green
cause we hit ya hit ya hit ya, and you’ll see green
run raiders run we have a 10 point lead yeah
run raiders run, will we win will we win yeah
we run up the field, and score 3 tries, oh what a team we have
run raiders run, oh yeah raiders, we are the best
sue’ thanks tim and now here is olly
olly’ in canberra town we were born come on raiders, oh we can win
in canberra town, in the north, bound for fun at GIO
come on ya mighty raiders, come on, we must win
go the mighty raiders team, beat the hapless dragons
sue’ ok thanks olly and now back to johnny
johnny’ thanks sue and now, we hope the raiders don’t fade here, no, go the raiders we are bound to have a victory
see you at full time COME ON RAIDERS
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
I stop and wonder of the old homes past
Crumbling from the bottom up
Why was it left behind?
My mind imagines the years gone by
A family full of love and life
Forever was with-in reach
***** children chasing fireflies at night
Ankles ringed with mystery dirt
Olly Olly Oxen Free
Rockers and gliders making front porches squeak
Grown folks keeping an eye
On kids running wild
Watermelon slices, so cold and sticky
Served to keep them at bay
Wash cloths always near by
Young ones knew that yellow lights in the windows
Meant that soon they would bed
Dreaming of tomorrow
But now, there was no yellow window light
No breeze blowing in to cool
The dreamers
Now there were echoes of innocent laughter
Under a missing roof
And darkness
The safe sounds of parents talking downstairs
Reduced to mere memory
What happened?
As I walked away from the old home at dusk
My heart heavy with loss
I wished them well
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Hokum, poke ‘em
Fill ‘em full of lies.
Hokus pokus,
Tricking the unwise!
Hinkum dinkum,
Hear the trickster shout!
Joke seen; smokescreen,
Never will find out!
Two, four, six, eight
Stand up and holler
If you think Republican’ts
Should wear a shock collar.
Every time they bark a lie
They get it in the neck.
Maybe then the Democrats
Could fix the D.C. wreck.
Olly, olly, oxen fee
They’ll hang us from the Liberty Tree.
Huff and puff and blow them off
What a perfect thing to see.
If you want to hurt them
I’m sure it would be funny
If every time they lie
They loose most of their money.
Let’s all shout it together
Neener, neener, neener!
Check the Congressional ledger,
The Republicrooks of today?
None were ever meaner.
Isn’t it time we tell them
Nanny, nanny, boo boo?
After all, there’s no debate
They stuck us all in doodoo.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
( ;;; )
<•> <•>
&
W
Low
Layin low
••
Tear streaked
--
I ain't scared
But things are ugly
Ugly beyond belief
••
She wanders silent corridors looking for something
••
He
Deep in gentle meditation
Looking for true inspiration
••
MADNESS
VIOLENCE pushing ya toward --- the Brink
••
Yeah
This IS the place
That the Christian say
A Jesus come to save ya
••
Tear streaked
••
On our own
Whatever THE MOUNTAINS once meant
Whatever LOVE really is
We gonna find the Way
We a going HOME again
••
Low
Layin low
Til the time for the get-a-way
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC