"reynolds" poems
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
—Flash Forward—
A day of reckoning.
A small boat crosses
the Hudson River,
no warning horn.
Destination New Jersey,
of all places.
A. Burr isn’t warned
that Hamilton will not
fire his pistol.
Destiny predetermined.
“Death doesn’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints,
It takes and it takes and it takes.
History obliterates.”
—Flashback—
General.
Colonel.
Aide-de-camp.
Immigrant.
“Don’t engage, strike by night.
Remain relentless ‘til their troops take flight.”
“We escort their men out of Yorktown.
They stagger home single file.
Tens of thousands of people flood the streets.”
“Took up a collection just to send him to the
mainland.
‘Get your education. Don’t forget from whence
you came.’”
—Stepfather of the Union—
Treasury secretary, author of the Federalist Papers,
lawyer, speechwriter, confidante, opponent of slavery,
member of the Constitutional Convention.
“History has its eyes on you.”
“I’ve seen injustice in the world and I’ve
corrected it.”
“The Federalist: Addressed to the People
of the State of New York.”
“Goes and proposes his own form
of government.”
—Family and Marriage—
The Schuyler Sisters – Eliza.
Maria and James Reynolds – adultery and bribery.
Philip Hamilton – successor son and victim.
Philip Schuyler – father-in-law.
“And if this child
Shares a fraction of your smile
Or a fragment of your mind, look out, world!”
“I know you’re a man of honor,
I’m so sorry to bother you at home.”
“I’m only nineteen but my mind is older,
Gonna be my own man, like my father
but bolder.”
“Grampa just lost his seat in the Senate.”
—Why, How, How long?—
Why not?, biography,
genius, rapid-fire rap,
hip-hop, historical vertigo,
Lin-Manuel Miranda at the White House,
a cast talented beyond measure,
the Great White Way,
2017-18 and forever….
“…13 percent of the population is foreign
born, which is near an all-time high;
that one day soon there will no longer
be majority and minority races, only a
vibrant mix of colors.”
‒Jeremy McCarter, from Chapter I of
Hamilton: The Revolution
*© Lewis Bosworth, 12/2016
With credit to the book:*
Hamilton: The Revolution
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
#*writing
and fighting
with teary haze
remembering days
on reynolds and baird
that trim little white lair
a world bigger on inside
love and order multiplied
children's favorite retreat
family's sanctuary sweet
built by grandpa's hand
and grandma filled it in
with nurturing so wide
always on your side
wish i could restore
a hole in my core
missing them so
wish i could go
back and see
west liberty
as it was
because
i miss
this*#
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
O that a week could be an age, and we
Felt parting and warm meeting every week,
Then one poor year a thousand years would be,
The flush of welcome ever on the cheek:
So could we live long life in little space,
So time itself would be annihilate,
So a day's journey in oblivious haze
To serve ourjoys would lengthen and dilate.
O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind!
To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant!
In little time a host of joys to bind,
And keep our souls in one eternal pant!
This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught
Me how to harbour such a happy thought.
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It's rare you'll find me in my home town
straw in mouth
**** on shoes
i'm a country boy loving this acid washed city life of "Ima get what's mine"
but don't call me bumpkin
while I'm sitting out on a back porch
jameson and RJ Reynolds
I have a tendency to spout off words like an unattended hydrant on a ghetto summer day
not all of them make sense
not all of them are in good taste
or right
but whether it be suburban Midlothian
farming village Drax
or downtown Richmond
I find my home on page
beneath the low chattering of keys
scratching of pens
Each word you never had the heart to say
is my place of residence
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy’d? How many *** bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and *****
Those velvet ears - but pr’ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays,
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -
For all thy wheezy asthma - and for all
Thy tail’s tip is nick’d off - and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft, as when the lists
In youth thou enter’dest on glass bottled wall.
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There was a long road
from the church to the farm house
and ten acres of land was never enough to disappear
but we tried our very best
the fields spanned out in wooden fence borders
until they met with dirt side roads
sheep, cows, and horses
and mud tracked jeans
we built dens in the woods
out of whatever we could scavenge
with wheat hanging limp from lips
we graduated to the days of the pretender
and started memorizing names like
RJ Reynolds and Phillip Morris
our fingers grew as yellow as our teeth
Tobacco Road Hobos
sticking up a thumb
with a Kamel Red pinched between index and middle
that's the gun metal blue smoke screen
rattling lungs in the morning
scorched throats at night
and a pair of mud tracked jeans
Kings of Tobacco Road
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
It is sad, so very sad
To die so close together
They were famous and they both lost their lives
Ever ever so sad
Carrie fisher may the force be with you and Debbie Reynolds
The world will miss you
May your funerals show us all
The kind of kind people you were
And may your next life
Be full of bliss
Explaining how much the world will miss you
Debbie made everybody happy
In everything she did
And Carrie was a wandering spirit yeah she made us happy
Carrie was a mystery woman
And it's sad to see them go
From a world of heartache and turmoil to the beautiful after life she plans
Her next life might be a YouTube baby but that will take a while
May the force be with you Carrie fisher as well Debbie Reynolds rest in peace
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
a while back, i grew a mustache.
i thought maybe,
just maybe it would make me a better person.
like Burt Reynolds.
the power of the mustache,
the responsibilities
were not known to me.
one look in the mirror, and i knew...
money would no longer be an issue.
ladies? no problem.
i went out and bought a $1200 camera,
on a whim.
that was all my money,
and like a child with a new toy
i was distracted for a short while.
guess it was worth it.
as it turns out, i could not handle the power.
now my money is gone,
and the ladies did not dig it.
so i sit here,
with a razor burn
and a thousand pictures
of empty beer-bottles.
what a fiasco.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Darling let's have a scandal
Won't you do it with me?
It may be hard to handle,
But I swear no one will see.
And if you like it, let's have fun
I'll give it, I promise.
I know you ain't a rich one
But love isn't pompous.
A little bit dangerous,
A little bit adventurous,
We won't have a huge show,
Just love me right Romeo.
Carry me gently
Like I'm a candle
And let's have a scandal
Scandal
Little scandal
Seeing you
And your hands in my hair
Makes me feel this's true
And happy ending's near.
But the sun is coming
And our time is ending
So you want this forbidden fruit
Go ahead and bite it
Since this meet-cute's
Time will meet its limit.
A little bit dangerous,
A little bit adventurous,
We won't have a huge show,
Just love me right Romeo.
Carry me gently
Like I'm a candle
And let's have a scandal
Scandal
Little scandal
A little bit dangerous,
A little bit adventurous,
We won't have a huge show,
Just love me right Romeo.
Carry me gently
Like I'm a candle
And let's have a scandal
Scandal
Little scandal
You can be my Antony
And I'll be your Cleo.
Our affair's ending
But memories don't have to though-
A little controversy
A little tale that's messy
Another Reynolds Pamphlet
That'll make me a reject
Still let's kiss tonight
Tomorrow will be our fight,
And let's have a scandal
Scandal
Little scandal
A little bit dangerous,
A little bit adventurous,
We won't have a huge show,
Just love me right Romeo.
Carry me gently
Like I'm a candle
And let's have a scandal
Scandal
Little scandal
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
"It's Toasted"
Something about that red circle calls to me.
Something about R.J. Reynolds appeals to me more than Phillip Morris
and Santa Fe Tobacco Company.
Maybe all it is is the classic red circle.
Or maybe it's the nostalgia.
Maybe it's knowing that 4 out of 5 of my dead ancestors smoked Lucky Strikes.
But oh boy, to get one burning and in my lungs is bliss.
Whether it's in the morning, accompanied by a cup of coffee
or during school after sneaking out of class.
The smoke that fills my head clears the smoke that filled my brain.
And shadowed my eyesight.
And made me shake.
Any cigarette will do it
save for maybe those God awful Fortunas.
How about this weather we've been having.
And how about them Yankees.
But boy, oh boy, how about those Strikes.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
You move me.
You move me like sunlight on the dew drops of wild flowers.
You move me like the loud rumbling of thunder.
Like an intense game of laser tag; sweating and running and chasing.
You move me like Louis Armstrong's fingers on his trumpet.
You move me like my mother smiling down at me from the kitchen table when I was six.
Like Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
Like the smooth surface of my first hand-made bowl.
You move me.
You move me like the wind in my face when the car windows are rolled down.
You move me like my first paint set.
You move me like holding my first nephew, staring up at me with his small, blue eyes.
You move me like The Ground Is Lava.
You move me like the pen on this paper,
racing to scribble down my next thought.
You move me like snapping hair ties, like broken records, like drippy nail polish.
You move me like the rain drops on my window during a violent storm.
You move me like a long, unwinding road.
You move me like holding my crying sister.
You move me like T.S. Eliot, John Green, Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, Neil Gaiman.
You move me like a fast swivel chair.
You move me like my first knocked-out tooth.
You move me.
You move me like my first kiss in the second grade, smiling and giggling and nodding at, "Do you want to do it again?"
You move me like your bruised fingertips.
You move me like nervous glances that are shot away when you look back at me.
Like our first hug, when I didn't want to let go.
Like my blistered feet when I snuck out and ran to see you.
Like the playful nudges when we walk rythmically side by side.
You move me like your slant rhyme.
You move me like my shaky leg.
You move me like the late nights spent looking at photos from my past.
You move me like new shoes on linoleum floors.
You move me like the purple bags under my eyes.
You move me like the first time you introduced yourself to me.
You move me like my first communion as a child; disrespecting the purpose to the practice and just wanting to down a shot of grape juice.
Like the printer that won't stop shooting out pages.
Like your tangled imagery and verse.
Like my first hat.
You move me like rushing water.
You move me like falling out bed.
You move me like when our hands accidentally brush against each other in the hallway.
You move me like refusing to give up and trying again.
You move me like the way I dream of moving you.
You move me.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
There's an empty seat at the table today
There's a bed not slept in last night
There's the deafening sound of silence in the room
There is darkness even though there is light
There's a cloud of reality hanging around
There's a memory passing through your mind
There's so many reasons for celebrating a life
There's words like loving and kind
There's another day tomorrow, I hear people say
There's light at the end of the storm
There's others who need your attention right now
There's the hungry and folks to keep warm
But, there's still an empty seat at the table today
And, there's still that unslept in bed
And, there's a voice missing from the din of the crowd
But their words resonate in your head
There's peace for their souls and relief from their pain
There's the memories to last your lifetime
There's things that you shared and others who cared
And there's times that were just yours and mine.
By Trevor Reynolds 2017
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
Just one day after we lost Carrie Fisher, her mom died too.
I guess both the shock and pain was too much for her to go through.
Carrie died at the age of sixty and her mom was eighty-four.
It's a shame that neither of them will be around anymore.
Many people were Debbie Reynolds fans and they thought a lot of her.
This has been a sad week because we lost both Carrie and her mother.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
I have only one I know
He has taught me all that I need to know
To succeed in life
He taught me how to be myself because
I was just special by MY GOD
And I was just for him, He loved as best he could
He knows all about me
He was always ther to answer questions about myself
I love how he always smells like Old Spice after shave
....... Or somthing like that......
If he leaves me..... I will no longer be me.....
I lost my Grandfather Reynolds before I could walk and have not ever
seen a picture of him
I can not lose My grandfather Welch too.....
Oh how I can only seem to atract bad to those I love so dearly.....
How I wish it werent so true......
How much does your grandfather mean to you?
I would **** to keep him with me at all times..... :'(
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
BURT REYNOLDS SENSE OF HUMOUR
WAS DEFINITELY ONE OF A KIND
HE HAD A QUICK WIT
AND AN OUTSTANDING INTELLIGENT MIND
HE HAD A HEART OF GOLD
HIS MOVIES WERE REALLY JUST GREAT
THE BEST MOVIE OF ALL
WAS THE CANNON BALL RUN
IN THIS THERE IS NO DEBATE
HE WILL REMAIN A SCREEN LEGEND
AND A GREAT ACTOR OF HIS TIME
WHAT AN INCREDIBLE SCREEN PRESENSE
HIS LEGACY WILL ALWAYS SHINE
REST IN PEACE BURT REYNOLDS
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
A beautiful, naked man stares at me from across the room.
With excitement emulating from my pores, I smile.
Feeling aroused, I begin to touch myself to his image.
I think of all the incredible feats this man can complete.
He could outbang any man in Philly, nay, in the world,
And his system for doing so is flawless.
No woman can equal his beauty. No man is so purely masculine.
I’ve seen him perform a perfect double jack-knife twist,
Right into the lap, and ******* of Chrissy Orlando.
An impossible execution for most, but not for this Adonis,
Not for this god amongst men.
Because of lovely vocals and protruding muscles,
He, alone, defeated the dreaded Nightman.
I come close, as I picture the large amount of *******
Which throw themselves into his immaculately toned arms.
Oh! – yes! I look past the mirror, into his eyes,
And ********* pure, liquid gold onto the carpet.
I wink to myself through the glass, as Mac calls from the other side of the door.
It’s time to begin yet another day in the majestic body of
Dennis Reynolds.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 7:22 AM UTC
Pain will stain your shirt of life
The brush of revenge will not take it off
Open your eyes
And see that love will clean
The pain stained shirt
Sure
Pain hurts
But
Seeking revenge will pour red paint
All over your soul shirt
Love love love
Scrub scrub scrub
-forgive-
Based on the book
"Long Way Down"
by Jason Reynolds
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 3:36 PM UTC
Chasing camels knowing nothing
Faded, crossing the grass!
Dollar signs in my hair, nothing nothing, despair
Something sweeps along!
Pirates (become) cool again, kingdoms crossing dens
I wonder what keeps you afloat!
In the end however
You shall ought to ought discover
You better pay attention
Cause those wallabies won’t be merciful today
An hundred ***** dozen
The earth’s cosmic crap
Don’t worry about a thing
Let it all hang out loose
The floating desert above my window
Seeing cacti from miles around
That melty feeling in the floor
Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy
Cortisone, Caroline, chlamydia
Ryan Reynolds’ ***** fat old swine
Never letting go of this once-ward prime
Purple moles with drills on their heads
Green dotty daughters of pinkness concoction
Creation of the nullness of the black thing-a-mah-bob
Relapse and relax, do your slam thing.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
Indigent / outcast
trailer trash
flotsam.
We are products of our surroundings.
Or is it upbringing
Taken / down
Far from home
If it's where the heart is...
"Worthless idiot"
She spits on me
Like her rednecks and niggar ****
Her tricks
Quick to flick
Their Bics and *****
Bringing home the other
Black.
Reynolds wrap and points at the back
Hiding in the thickness
Of weeping veils
Of willows
Outside the picket fence
Just beyond Royale Park mobile
Community
Missing it's gate
All the times shivoo
When the South is clammy
Sweat shop swamps
And blistering
Hot like Gold
Coast fires / petrol dragons' breath
(She's a mockery
Of the word -- revelations
Turning
Now napkins and coasters
Tissue for ****** noses.)
Vagrant vespers
In the dark
she lets the men
Inside her double wide
Inebriated bruises
Polka dot excuses
Even in the city
It's funny
How the homeless can hide
Out in the open
Escape...
Indigent / outcast
Trailer trash
Minutiae boy
Barely half / legally life blind
And lucky to be alive
Still in search of
Some kind
Home.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
D. Reynolds sang, "I want to hide the truth, I want to shelter you,"
You have become a wonderful person now,
Just can’t fathom why I can’t stop remembering you
I can't escape it unless you show me how,
Writing letters , writing poems,
Promises saying I'll take you to the spotlight,
You know you said I give meaning to your life,
Yeah, the world does not feel so bright,
Tryna hide my demons, tryna show off my pride,
Just wanna hold your hand and show you the sunlight.
Flashbacks in front of my eyes,
Dan also sang that,"that's where my demons hide,"
Even though this pain, these lies, This is all for you,
But burdening this has brought my demise,
don't want to hide the truth,
But if I die, I want us to die together,
Won't lie I want it to last forever,
And now someone met you,
Thinking you are special,
Broken pieces is gonna be my end.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC
I've got enough food in the pantry
Enough water in the tub
Enough gas in the generator
Hope I've got enough of enough
I've got enough color in the T.V's
Enough batteries in the remotes
I've got enough Cheetos in the stairwell
Enough to make a blind mouse choke
Enough crosswords to keep me puzzled
Enough coloring books to spread my art
Enough soap and shampoo samples
I'll stay clean enough through 2024
I've got enough Reynolds aluminum foil
To cover every square inch of wall
Enough ammunition if there's trouble
And enough guns to shoot it all
I've got enough jelly beans and peanut butter
To span across the state
Now I only need to find the money
Enough to pay for all the freight
I've got the radio for transmitting
Bee Gee albums for talking jive
When I get that Saturday night zombie fever
They also help with staying alive
I've got enough ice cream in the freezer
Vanilla Chocolate Swirl
Pretty sure that I'm now ready
For the end of the world...
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Indigent / outcast
trailer trash
flotsam.
We are products of our surroundings.
Or is it upbringing
Taken / down
Far from home
If it's where the heart is...
"Worthless idiot"
She spits on me
Like her rednecks and *****
Big pimping
Her tricks
Quick to flick
Their Bics and *****
Bringing home the other
Black.
Reynolds wrap and points at the back
Hiding in the thickness
Of weeping veils
Of willows
Outside the picket fences
Just beyond Royale Park mobile
Some kind of
A Community
Missing it's gate
All the times shivoo
Since the South is clammy
Sweat shop swamps
And blistering
Hot like Gold
Coast fires / petrol dragons' breath
(She's a mockery
Of the word -- revelations
Turning
Now napkins and coasters
Tissue for ****** noses.)
Vagrant vespers
In the dark
she lets the men
Inside her double wide
Inebriated bruises
Polka dot excuses
Even in the city
It's funny
How the homeless can hide
Out in the open
Escape.
Indigent / outcast
Trailer trash
Minutiae boy
Barely half / legally life blind
And lucky to be alive
Still in search of
Some kind of
Home.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
Because of a man's death, millions have been hurt.
He was a fantastic actor, and his name was Burt.
He starred as the Bandit twice, and as Stroker Ace.
His death is something that fans don't want to face.
Burt starred as Boss Hogg back in 2005.
Many will mourn because he didn't survive.
He was very lucky because for a while, he was married to Loni Anderson.
When people heard about his death, they were both saddened and stunned.
People are crying because of the ordeal they're going through.
Sadly, the world has lost Burt Reynolds at the age of eighty-two.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
Dear Eager and Ready,
Darling the distance between us is daunting
Eager to feel your touch is haunting
Amorously in love with the gentleness of your smile
Romance is what I desire all the while
Delicious I imagine the taste of your mouth
Easily persuaded because I'm never in doubt
Anticipating the day that we'll be together
Relinquishing my love to you is my pleasure
Devotion to you I will promise forever
Elation guaranteed that will be my endeavor
Anxiously waiting for the magic to commence
Ready my love don't leave me in suspense
© 11/30/2018 by Elizabeth P. Reynolds
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC