"peabody" poems
Beulah went to Memphis, just to see where the king was laid.
Bought herself a ticket, first time she’d ever been on a plane.
She sashayed down to Graceland, closest she’d ever been to the king.
Every gaudy jumpsuit, jet planes, and all those diamond rings.
What you gonna do, now that you’re king is dead?
You better get on back to Kentucky, lick your wounds and feed your head.
Beulah went to Memphis, feelin’ just like ol’ Tom and Huck.
All 5 foot and sassy, struttin’ like a Peabody duck.
She’ll be in "Blue Hawaii", long before the crack of noon.
Right where he shot his TV, in that jungle room.
What you gonna do, now that you’re king is dead?
You better get on back to Kentucky, feed your mind and lose your head.
Beulah went to Memphis, didn’t see where the King was slain.
All caught up in Vegas, she didn’t hear His sad refrain.
She was takin’ care of business, while the Angels sang, “We Shall Overcome.”
Didn’t hear the message, dazzled by the pandemonium.
What you gonna do, now that their King is dead?
You better get on back to Kentucky, rest your mind and feed your head.
Beulah went to Memphis, just to see where the king was laid.
Poor ol’ girl, he rocked her world, and then he went away.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
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"Suspense is like a woman. The more left to the imagination, the more the excitement."
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A mixture
of sinister and sweet,
smoking gun at your feet.
Reclining dead
in a meadow,
or wishing you were
as you gaze out your window.
Bottling undecided dark,
catching keyed-up light,
in random, misleading angles.
The uniform hour
holds Grace, Grant,
and the mystery
it entangles.
Don't look directly
at the camera,
icy blonde afterimage.
Everything you need
is written on the page.
Number 13,
Mrs. Peabody?
Don't you know
all contemporary
escapist entertainment
begins by turning your back?
Lingering on what
suspicious minds track.
The migrating voyeurism
sits as the crow,
wired and unfriendly.
The method is an organism,
an implication, a crossbow,
thought, but unseen.
He will push the girl,
until you succumb
to dream sequences.
It's snowing humiliation
at Winter's Grace,
for out of the male gaze,
invading your space,
you become gifted
at doing nothing well,
in sheer
under-things,
(for inner circles & triangles of fur
are all the rage in Europe).
Yes, he hates pregnant women,
because then they have children.
So leave him
to his work,
to analyze your handwriting,
and build that ramp
directly into your trailer.
His larger than life silhouette
will fill the silver screen
with tension,
trip wire,
and a ****** ambivalence,
that ends with
the violent sound
of someone
packing a suitcase.
He enters by virtue of this door,
and you leave through another,
and another,
and another,
until the final scene
alters your state of mind.
Your pretty little feet
dangling precariously
over the edge...
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
Gotta be a better way.
For humanity to get along.
We let religious ideology create strifes and division.
We let untruth operates amongst the truth.
There have gotta be a better way.
With so much love controlling this universe.
We let the few evil minded destroy us all.
There just gotta be a better way.
To this day.
And it might just be me and my thinking.
I can state that war has never truly accomplish many things.
Because let behind amongst the nation's is destruction.
Which leads years later to more disruption.
Because peacefulness was rejected.
There has gotta be a better way.
To live with one another.
But only after war begins.
Does people request to meet at the conference table.
Mained, maligned and dying.
Or maybe even death.
Do you find the news trying to bring logic to the mess?
As, is they didn't play apart.
We all know they loves to brag about winning the Peabody's award.
I just believe.
There must be a better way.
It just gotta be.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
Who creates the image about anyone?
It depends on those you made a friend of and why?
News has never been a single person friend.
They build you up.
Just to tear you down once more.
And with racism so highly in this world we live.
Notice, the way they slant one group.
To enhance their very own.
Truth lies in admitting honesty in what you speak.
Just research you books of our own history.
Sure some uses the news to promote.
We see this in the politicians that's seeking votes.
Idiots buys into anything many states.
And this here is, where you'll find many mistake?
When you point out their failures.
Do you address your own?
By calling upon the news reporters to speak.
You must know they trying to win an Peabody's reward.
Notice your image we easily make.
Except let no news organization make it a mistake.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 9:48 AM UTC
look what happens in a speed like this
85 on no freeway stalwart edifice of dark only trees like round tacks on square holes a dog on the road like a dead log
look what happens In a speed like this
words or no words noise or silence
sink or swim veracity or mendaciloquence
little by little minced choices to
marrow in bone without remains
look what happens in a speed like this
100 on no freeway pavement folding
origamied shadow in a corner drenched
in the pit of this dark dog on the road
i ran him over
look what happens in a speed like this
so impeccably timed faster
than a butterfly
or a switchblade
a shot of morphine
a drugged-out drummer
pummeling staccato beats
or the unread word of the beatnik
the dreamy dilettante
i ran him over
dead, peabody in the cumbersome dark so small so small in a speed like this.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Why is it suddenly news?
When someone reach out during the holiday's seasons.
And help someone.
When others does it 365 days of the year.
We know the news seems spiritual around Thanksgiving and Christmas.
With the human interest stories.
We can name folks that seeks no attention at all.
Hardly wants a reporter using them to win a Peabody's award.
Which makes you wonder about them.
When do their compassion really begins.
To serve and protect.
That's what policemen and firemen does.
And around the holidays they really gets respected by the news.
The same group that tears them down.
When a rogue goes wrong.
So, why is it suddenly news?
When kindness is shown during the holiday.
All because they didn't have to do a thing.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC
Wonder where I'm going to go,
never know.
Wonder what I'm going to do,
something new,
always blue it's just the way, some things in the words you say,
I never find that peace of mind that I had yesterday.
What you going to do,
with that someone new,
I can't believe he'll feel the same,
the things I felt for you.
The clock ticks on some more,
one more closing door,
it always rains with tragedy,
it always pours on me.
Wonder where I'll go
wonder what I'll do,
there's nothing ventured,
nothing gained and
nothing without you,
wonder what I'll do.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC