"orson" poems
Hemingway said,
There is quite the difference
between kissing goodbye
and kissing goodnight.
I wanted a
"See you later",
but instead got the
"Goodbye".
Steinbeck stated that
Nothing good gets away,
If it's right, it happens.
If that's the case
how did we always end up feeling so
wrong?
Salinger suggested
that after falling in love
you never know
where the hell you are.
This, I can say is true.
Where the hell are we?
Dickens declared that
The truest wisdom
comes from a loving heart.
Yet a heart in love
can sometimes turn out to be
the least wise.
My friend, I think I'll just stick with
Orson Welles' theory:
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone."
Anything else is simply illusion.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
Rap Trap
My life's a mess, let me try to explain,
I'm a 5 minute walk to going insane,
see there's way to much going on in my brain,
headed for a crash on a high speed train
my bones are acrakin', my knees wont bend,
ain't got no money, but I spend, spend, spend,
don't know why I feel, I have to pretend,
took some big blue pills, hoping to mend
things changed so fast, I wasn't even aware,
when it hit me in the face, why I do declare,
time to man-up, need to grow me a pair,
or I can turn my back and pretend I don't care
caught in a trap, betwixt and between,
should I tell everyone, should I come clean,
I'm so confused, do you know what I mean? ,
when I look in the mirror, I see Orson Bean
it's just jive, some people say it's rap,
if you want my opinion, I think it's crap,
but I find it hard to get outa this trap,
can't stop my lips from goin flap, flap, flap
Gomer LePoet...
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
Rap Trap
My life's a mess, let me try to explain,
I'm a 5 minute walk from going insane,
see there's way to much going on in my brain,
headed for a crash on a high speed train
my bones are acrakin', my knees wont bend,
ain't got no money, but I spend, spend, spend,
don't know why I feel, I have to pretend,
took some big blue pills, hoping to mend
things changed so fast, I wasn't even aware,
when it hit me in the face, why I do declare,
time to man-up, need to grow me a pair,
or I can turn my back and pretend I don't care
caught in a trap, betwixt and between,
should I tell everyone, should I come clean,
I'm so confused, do you know what I mean? ,
when I look in the mirror, I see Orson Bean
it's just jive talkin, some people say it's rap,
if you want my opinion, I think it's crap,
but I find it hard to get outa this trap,
can't stop my lips from goin flap, flap, flap
Gomer LePoet...
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Why is it that drinkers of wine
All fancy themselves connoisseurs;
As they sniff, swirl, sip and spit-
They’re all Robert Parkers I’m sure.
They talk about bouquet and fragrance,
hints of chocolate they find in the wine.
I sip on the wine and I’m puzzled
as I never find chocolate in mine.
My brother’s a beer connoisseur
Pour ten different beers in good light.
Though he may drink them all to be sure,
He distinguishes each upon sight
“There are different shadings of gold
and some give you more head than others.”
-Who would ever imagine that beer
would have something in common with lovers.
So go have your new Beaujolais
You Francophile drinkers of wine
I’m sure Orson Welles would have told you
They’re selling it way before time.
Back at the bar named McCullagh’s
They’re playing pool in the back room
Uncle Jimmy is schooling some suckers
It happens once in a blue moon.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 7:29 PM UTC
The spirit of Christmas was here again
As they rocked on up to my door,
The aunts and uncles and cousins, all
I’d not even seen before,
They’d smelt the turkey, they’d seen the tree
With its lights, red yellow and green,
They’d even come with their knives and forks
In case that my own weren’t clean.
They came in a rush at twelve o’clock,
‘Now we’re not too late, we trust?
We got caught up at Aunt Mary’s, then
We missed the eleven-ten bus,
She says she’ll not be cooking this year
So we didn’t have time to lose,
She’ll hurry along with a minute to spare
As soon as she puts on her shoes.’
I said, ‘Oh good!’ as they filed on in
To wash their hands in the sink,
Then counted heads and I gulped and saw
The turkey begin to shrink,
A single bird for eleven heads
Or twelve if you counted me,
I might just get a wing and a prayer
When feeding this family.
They found the chest with the beer in ice
But there wasn’t enough for all,
So they corked and drank the fine Rosé
That I’d had displayed on the wall,
They ground the peanuts into the rug
And they spilled Chablis on the couch,
Then kept on stumbling over my feet
And all I could say was ‘Ouch!’
They sat around with an hour to wait
While the turkey started to brown,
And talked of family members that
They thought were coming on down,
But then the topic they all enjoyed
Was raising its ugly head,
‘You’d never believe,’ said Cousin Steve
But Auntie Caroline’s dead!’
‘I heard she fell from the Pepper Tree
With the pruning shears in her grasp,
Into a deadly swarm of bees!’
You could hear the others gasp.
‘And George, remember George, he was
Your Uncle’s cousin’s son,
He fell right under a train; they said
He had a blindfold on.’
Then Gustave from the German branch
And Heidi from the Swiss,
Had both expired in some dread fire,
I’d not heard any of this!
‘Delaney died in Ottawa
When he fell dead off his horse,
And Orson choked on a bottle of coke
That was really chilli sauce!’
I cleared my throat before I spoke
‘I would hate to interrupt,
But listening to your Death Watch List
Has made my mind right up.
I don’t know a single one of you,
You've not been here before,
But you’ll find who you are related to
If you’d like to try next door.’
David Lewis Paget
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Forgotten ***
I felt caged in by lust and desire
Suddenly, this famous quote came to mind
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves, and then, in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them.” ― Orson Scott Card,
I am tired of being nice; I want to be honest,
I want to say to him, you ******* simpleton,
It wasn’t about the *** it wasn’t about the love,
If she doesn’t want him after all those years,
Why does he think I would want him now?
he can’t even love himself, long enough
Without, thinking about what is driving him insane
She wins again,
She destroys the man within
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
We're born alone,
we live alone,
we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
I wondered the desert a lone luchador exiled from his home country .
I missed many things .
A warm bed to romance my many senioritas and a hot tub to enjoy underwater exploration .
The great dictator had banished ******** to wonder the dessert .
All because of the lack of a green card .
He was a evil man with orange hair and a small ***** but a man who understood sometimes you simply had to grab life by the ***** .
I admired that .
Although being a outcast in this desert made me wish I could challenge him to a no holds barred double *********** match .
Wear I would wrestle him.into submission .
I thought to myself ******** how can you allow this old lesbian to defeat you?
I decided to turn back and march myself to Washington for i was a man amongst many oiled and **** .
I tweaked my ******* and called across the desert .
Well actually I just called a uber.
I was off to challenge my opponent to a true battle of mono e mono .
A great debate on public access television .
For I ******** was going to run for president of the untied states .
I would change many things .
Making all drugs legal allowing free trade with Canada and finally allowing there people to cross freely into are country .
I would of course build the wall around New Jersey so no more terrible reality television shows could be produced .
I would issue all people knives and guns and make all vegans leave taking there ****** food with them.
I would also close all schools so as to prevent shootings and allow television to teach all the children what needed to know.
I would make ****** harassment punishable by spanking .
And I would make minimum wage a hundred pesos a hour .
I would rise to the level of other great presidents like Orson Wells and Elvis Presley.
Ole Ole Ole .
A vote for ******** is a vote for ******** what else do you think it is sugar britches .
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
They fingerpick on the guitar
while I toe pick on the ice;
my equipment doesn't fit as well
as each note in each composition they write.
After building brick walls in front of the net
their slapbass slapshots destroy my defenses
until their goals plague my crease.
While trying to set focus on my own game
loud cheering emits from various venues
for Mozart writing his first symphony at 6
Orson Welles directing Citizen Kane at 25
Johnny Depp originating that last line at 31
and Patrick Mahomes, whom I'm older than.
Competition is healthy, functional
until the unstable heat of boiling envy
releases the steam of resentment
building pressure in the machinery
until the screws pop out like marbles
knocking each other out of bounds.
Daftly defining ego as the self
and success as superiority
and achievement as relative,
I race against relatives;
each pace they gain
is a slap in the face in the rain
stinging while slipping while
blaming the elements
precipitating my demise.
Gripping graphite too tightly
vulcanized rubber goes wide
shattering through plexiglass
and into the rib cage
of an innocent bystander
dropping his concessions
to climb the stairs to the sky box
while I wait for repairs to be made.
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC