"ritter" poems
oh see,
i will take this outlet
[this two pronged outlet
one of you and one of me]
to reply because
i picked up the phone today
and called someone else
thinking
"oh hell i'll warm up a bit
before i dive into this-
i mean, i want to get
my personality right
don't i?
I MEAN DON'T I?!?!?!?
WHO THE HELL AM I ANYMORE?!?!?!?!"
panic set in.
i called my dad.
he's always calming.
we talked about christmas ****
what he wants. what mom wants.
it calmed me down.
i figured out who i am:
i'm just a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude,
not breaking character til we're done the DVD commentary.
[paraphrased of course cuz I don't plagiarize.]
i'll call you
but how late will you be awake?
i'll call you
but what are you doing right now?
i'll call you
but why am i nervous?
i'll call you
but aren't we all one Being?
i'll call you
but but but but but but burt but but but but but but but but but
don't you have home work
or something better to do
than listen to me preach
and flap flap flap flap
and not hug me again
and not listen to me
or are you listening to me
or am i neurotic
or is it all smoke and mirrors
and seriously i'm coughing uncontrollably
and you'd think i'm crazy
but it's that holiday season
and for the next handful of weeks
i've got a handful of excuses
of why and how and what and how
but burdens only stack up
and i've released literally every single one
except i'm still replaying josh ritter in my head
and the car ride home from that purple chair
and the walk around the duck.
[not stopping for breathing
or trimming my toe nails,
which started growing again.]
and LA and Delaware and pencilwania and where we met on that pier at that show in socal and house of blues and mini golf and lists and names and places and "there's no hell when you die, so don't look so worried."
and i'll call you
but will you answer?
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
If it wasn't for country music
If it did not belong to country music, there would be no music today.
The sounds of the good old country are what sad music.
the sounds of hank william, johnny cash, tex ritter, conway twitty.
Even elves sang country.
Rap would not manage without the upbeat sound of what is country.
The stars of today they love that old sound but some do not see.
Country music will never die.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
The man who lived on the silver screen
Was never the real hero to me
for he was the man who worked the side-door
And let me and my Mum in for free.
Back in those days the heroes were many
Tex Ritter and Roy Rodgers were just two
The cowboy films were always the best
Watching those I never felt blue.
But the real hero to me was my granddad
Who attended the cinema side-door
He'd trained engineers till retirement came
And the side-door job paid for a bit more.
There were stories of robbery and mayhem
Tales of magical mystery and fun
And we were always let in through the little side door
The moment the programmes had begun.
Everyone sat there in the darkness
When suddenly all the screen lit up
And the sheriff rounded up al the bad men
As our hands went into big popcorn cups.
My granddad was as good as those cowboys
He took me to my first cricket match
I remember once when the ball flew at me
He put his hand up and made a good catch.
He served his country throughout the First War
as auxiliary he served through number Two
He was a fine man who everyone loved dearly
He did good things just like heroes do.
They don't give medals for just being a granddad
They should do when they are the best
Now I have grandchildren of my very own now
I just hope that I too pass the test.
©Joe Wilson - My own personal hero...2014
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
This car was Professor Forster's of the Christian system.
Unexpected biodiversity, first time, break time,
friendly life, first powder, ****** sophism,
smile, ingredients, cool frost, teddy bear, t-shirt;
Noah's worries, love, hilly hill,
mountains, bird flu, green, black and black.
The first number of beautiful characters falls
in black spots. Native English, speaking English
in William William in many ways,
cannot control black body features.
There are three cities in the city
and three sisters in the White Cities.
At night, my son, the dragon is red,
my life has lost a Russian girl in a world without corruption.
In the eighth year of the aircraft, aircraft eyes,
drinking water, birds and animals were used
for heavy aircraft. Mountain hills are the glory
of the mountain, the sacraments of the prophets
and darkness; Comments - William William's beautiful
mother William William died in English, and was afraid
of a lot of things like Asia-Pacific, black and white.
The new gear was made in 3 steps
and was sent to the city. At night, my son,
the dragon is red, my life has lost a Russian girl
in a world without corruption. The parent program
finds the same plane or black, white and white girl.
Star Stars star stars Sun Star Tara Tara always
changes the sun, royal roots and three romantic
citizens of truth. Romantic romantic romantic
romantic romantic; "Maya's house, which in the Middle Ages
wants to find spirituality, Julia is a small Latin lake,
Jesus dress, applause, Amy, wall, strike, instrument,
literature, giraffe, behavior," "word, tree,"
modern contemporary literature Jupiter, for example.
Dragon N Sky Sky Sky, Ritter B warns of unique
neurotransmitters, a delicate soft secret,
a dream of dreams, sandwich sandwiches,
basically an ijaqaela prophet leaves and loses an angel and gum.
This car is Professor Forster of Christian theology.
Different unexpected events, first days, holidays,
friendships, the first spot, ****** sophism, humor,
food, cool air, teddy meat, shirt; Noah's anxiety,
love, mountains, mountains, injuries, green, black and black.
The first number of beautiful manuscripts
fell on the black. Native English, English
and William William in many ways,
cannot control physical characteristics.
There are three cities in the city
and three sisters in White Cities.
At night, my son, the red dragon,
my life has killed a Russian woman
in the world without a defect.
In the eighth year of the plane,
airplane, eyes, drinking water,
birds and animals use heavy cargo.
The mountainous mountains
are the glory of the mountains,
the sacramental of prophets
and darkness;
Report - William William's beautiful mother
William William died in English,
and she feared many things like Asia
and the Pacific black and white.
The new machinery is used in 3 and sent to the city.
At night, my son, the red dragon,
my life has killed a Russian woman
in the world without a defect.
The parents' way of seeing a plane
or black and white baby. Star Star star Sun Star
Tarot and Tara are changing the sun,
the royal roots and three indigenous facts.
Romantic romantic
romantic romantic romantic; "The ancient
Maya buildings seek to find spirituality,
Julia is in a small Latin pool,
Jesus' garment, boxing, Amy, walls, armor,
weapons, literature, farm, practice," "words,
plants, "for example, Jupiter. Dragon N the Sky
Sky Sky, Ritter B warns of specialized online
observers secrets are soft, dream dreams
of sandwiches sandwiches, which is that
the prophet is going to go to war
and an angel is lost.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Remembering to Sing. Jack Ritter
If every deaf mute fell at once
into the singing seas,
what rhyming tremolos they'd plumb
from hoarding whales and siren thieves.
We'd fetch their choral fugues with nets
of woven unforgetfulness,
and to this deaf and dreamless Earth,
restore Her songs and memories.
-- www.houseofwords.com --
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
Dear daughter of mine,
Please don't cry! Please don't ask why.
For I have gone to heaven to plat my banjo. For the great Bill Monroe.
It will be not a song of sorrow that I play tomorrow.
For I will play on the stage with a lady named Patty Page.
I will not play to bitter, but with the great Tex Ritter.
So the music you hear in the sky will not make you cry.
For God only wants me to play my banjo.
Love,
Your dear old dad.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
He sleeps while I lay awake
No news.
I think this is the nature
of boys.
How many times have I lain awake
while a boy I was ******* slept?
Sometimes when you are faced with absurdity
All you can do is sleep.
I think I've made a terrible mistake
but this isn't the first time I've felt
this way.
I am not to be trusted.
I don't think I've slept in nearly two years.
Instead closing my eyes only in the merciful combination of desperation and design.
Last night he went to sleep at 12:03
I listened for his breaths to slow.
I rubbed my feet together
softly;
In near panic.
And didn't turn on Josh Ritter until
12:33.
Aside:
Falling in love =/= being in love
Life is all about lessons. Choices.
🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
I never felt alone until I met you.
🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
Not alone like this.
Do you dwell in this space also?
Am I less alone in at least that much?
Sleep softly, babes.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC