"shebang" poems
Somebody put me out of my misery,
I've been struck by a curious malady:
I can't seem to stop
writing sappy poetry!
Perhaps it's *** my muse is ineffable,
Can't help if that makes her indelible.
Now the evidence lies before your very eyes,
That she as cause and culprit should pay the price
For all of my absurd sentimentalities
Is a result of her bewitchful tendencies:
Bore a mighty wordsmith
out of a hopeless romantic.
Now this whole shebang
might drive me ballistic
As time passes
I can't seem to find a problem with that though
My muse, my lady malady:
Fine, I'll be the lunatic
Now wouldn't that be poetic??
Jan 18, 2022
Jan 18, 2022 at 5:30 AM UTC
As I pass through Art Museums
I see a ton of art that’s titled
‘Untitled’
and as I look at the art I make the realization as to why it’s
‘Untitled’
because I, like the artist, can’t decide what it resembles
so I decided that if I write a poem entitled
‘Untitled’
then it’d be counted as art
close enough?
I thought so.
But I like
‘Untitled’
artwork, it provides room for creativity
like this poem could be about Dragons
if you really imagine it
and if you replace all the times I say
‘Untitled’
with
‘Dragon’
then, boom, you have a nice medieval tale
with knights, dragons, the whole shebang
yes?
no?
oh well, it’s your imagination not mine
but if I were you
I’d make it about dragons
why?
cause.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Just because the rose beats our blood,
Why does the violet come second?
I’m sure the lizard loves it warmer
Cold. His heart flies in a square, blue box.
They should sacrifice blue ribbons in
Stead. Martyrdom looks clean, sans crimson,
Sans blood at all, then we’re murdering
Statues, already dead, beaten me-
Tal, standing without legs or organs.
Sheba, just part of the whole shebang,
You look so depleted, staunchly there,
Staunchly not, and somehow I wonder
Whether you’d like the b or the a
Better, or nursery rhymes at all.
-BRD
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 11:03 PM UTC
Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch
this is my tribute poem, written on the behalf of his fellow pool sharks, for the legendary Saint Louie Louie Roberts
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis,
owner of (ahem) a similar pelvis ...
Compared to you, the books will shelve us.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis.
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler,
ladies' man and constant rambler,
but such a sweet, loquacious ambler!
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler.
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic,
pool's charming hero, but tragic, Byronic,
winning the Open drinking gin and tonic?
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic.
NOTE: If you like my tribute you are welcome to share it, but please credit me as the author, which you can do by copying the title and subheading. I used poetic license about what Louie Roberts was or wasn't drinking at the 1981 U. S. Open Nine-Ball Championship. Was Louie drinking hard liquor as he came charging back through the losers' bracket to win the whole shebang? Or was he just pretending to drink for gamesmanship or some other reason? I honestly don't know. As for the word “chthonic,” it’s pronounced “thonic” and means “subterranean” or “of the underworld.” And the pool world at its worst can be very dark indeed, as Louie’s tragic demise suggests. But everyone who knew Louie seemed to like him, if not love him dearly, and many sharks have spoken of Louie in glowing terms, as a bringer of light to that underworld. Keywords/Tags: pool, shark, billiards, nine ball, Saint Louie Roberts, gambler, hustler
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC
God before penning the very first word in the book of creation
He knew the last that reflected in inking the very first drop
composing the bottom line that gravitates every creation.
In the know so much so what was yet to be He could call on
indeed assembled all the future humans on the Day of Alast
when He asked ‘Am I not your Lord?’ Yes, we said aloud.
Responded to Him long, long before our physical birth!
The whole shebang was in the beginning in the first set out
Bounce before the Big Bang the number zero before that
and within its circle was a marvelous exponent the pi
constantly pops up with the reasons to be alive!
The first creations were even before all of that
Foundation was laid the stone is a man and woman
indifferent grounds sprawled the eternity in between
that embraces the two with its endless varied beauty
making them truly the distinguished two for the one reality!
God made them with love from the bottom of the heart
Oh the bottom is nectar and more so the rose in bloom
embraces a sweeter debut flowering off a honeyed bud
God's ink flows, the sweetest ocean bellows, from the start
and to the end, all that heard it mellifluous!
Before the cloud basks in the blue dancing in the air
then rains down in serene melodies bedews the atmosphere.
Oh the all transparent ocean of God's first drop of ink goes viral
Fathima rises from the midst, the first spiritual woman swims out,
sipping every drop of this potion ‘there is more’ she clamoured
The begins the end yet no end God’s first creations triumph!
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
I read that The Colorado River
is pinned down like a snake
used to be that
(before the one-armed-man was king)[1]
the feet of the river
would pick up and move
across the Sonoran dessert
they’d trample laundry lines
and capitalist enterprise
now the snake is still
breathes still it is captive
under 15 concrete collars
the next time it sheds its skin
is geologic time. beyond generational
in geological time the flooding
of the Glen Canyon is a frame
skip, but a ski boat’s wake is forever.
a vast inland sea, even
castles in the sky need moats.
impenetrable as the air
the whole shebang un-erodes,
it becomes nothing
squeezed between ghosts
and immaculate parking lots
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 3:25 PM UTC
I-Can
U-R Loved
2-B my man
Did
you
ever
mingle
2-C
Army or Navy
Amy is my baby
Bermuda shorts
The sign (All sporty)
Love certain
Never
so
clearer
the 3
misses
So clever
Look!!
Behind
the
Deep-sea
Me
curtain
Front page
Eyes engaged
Never again
Villa number 4-Me
Quite the target
5 people-C
Death wishes
13-D
D- Deceased
Crossword
Puzzle
dazzle me
crowd
But all buts. . .
The tantalizing
temple People
Big Dimple
drink's
It never
Sips money
green____
50 shades
smiling
snap
anyone's
Snapple
The ending
battle
* * * * *
Bermuda
triangle
Just
beginning
Squared Inn
Beguiling
Making
round's
Never stones
Summoned on
Scarlet fever
Not giving a ****
Lady stays
up (Yes Nam)
Higher cheekbones
But all these buts
in between remarks
When
the
sunset
goes down
Going up > > >
Sword-like
Biblical Ancient
Bermuda town
That
kiss rarity
((Flattercalls)) Tipping over
her hand
((Waterfall-Gals)) laying over
Hearing her
moans of
sounds
I but... I need it
Let's mingle
we are
all talking
the same
language
Cafe...steams me
The hub or hubby
Bermuda
tropical
place
It rings *
But always a but____
I never
want
to see
you but__with her
Drinks Bondmen
Showcase stirs
Taxman
No buts
Oh! Sir
Or quite the Mr.
Burr Bermuda
Red tape
everything
on
((Google))
Never to
mingle with
ladies wanted
Goodbye waves
Ads
Never curves single
(Millionaires Harmony)
Suntan Bermuda bikini's
and buts____
Here it is
the buts. . .
But did
you see
that??
How I need that
My Alladin man
He gave me
The time
of
my
life
(Debutante all Detailed)
To be wed
The Peacock
Ladybirds
triangle
Fan
Spiritual
Traveling to never- landing
Applique Peachy tree's
Dressed 777
Thousands
the millions
someone's
breaths
Terrible two trillion
Her Bermuda
vacation so jaded
Check to check
Foreign kissing
remarkable
69 lips sipping
Ending up
with Skittles
The rainbow food
Hill of the Monk
Fish
Seven Fishes
of wonder
Sea Bass
Her summery
Bermuda shebang
* Icely but pricey
chilled bur $-$-$
tang
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
"there is only what is happening"
this is the teaching;
what the senses sense
NOW
is the whole shebang..
happening dissolves
the solidity of our
persistent illusion..
happening
not a noun..but a verb:
the momentary dancing
of experience..
seemingly
entering and departing
what is known as
Awareness..
More..
happening is
what we are:
Awareness dancing...
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
I don~t understand love poetry sometimes,.?
Yup… Flowers, Favorite Moments, The Whole Shebang
Gentlemen write things like “Rocking you in my arms brings be great tingles of joy”
And women, I quote, say “Protection and safety are found in your presence”
Yeah… The stereotype is lovely.
Poets and optimists alike eat up the rhythm and emotion.
Yet why?
What do we want?
What do we look for?
Who cares?
I guess anti~lovers would say.
Me maybe?
Yes I believe in love,
Yes I have felt it~s evil pangs
And seen it~s effects.
What of them?
Each generation the same.
Each lover alike in thought
“Can~t live without you”
“Miss you to death and life and back again”
What do we want?
Don~t know.
Don~t need to.
Just know I don~t want it.
Don~t want a lover.
Holding someone tight doesn~t define your life or mine.
But What Does?
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Lord, if you exist and have ears
(neither of which
proposition is entirely clear yet),
let’s make a deal.
(I know prayers ideally aren’t
supposed to involve bargaining,
but this is really a poem
so I’ve got some wiggle room to ******
Bring a little peace to these instruments
who call themselves your kids,
and I swear by all things you deem holy
(since you made everything,
I guess that’d be the whole shebang)
to give myself up to your wills and won’ts.
Of course you’ll have to clue me in
where there’s a Will,
(the won’ts are pretty well covered)
whether buried in endless musts
****** thus by musty books,
or hidden in plain-sighted laws
governing the broadest range of spirals
from when the first shoot knows
it’s time to poke its budding nose
above an earth that’s lost the frosty bite
to when our yellow dwarf explodes
and grows a giant with nebulous arms
stretching outward to catch its dying breath.
(I’d cast a vote for the latter,
but my still-small voice has long been
to the far reaches, outnumbered.)
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
(Nasally)
Ya say ya wanna look good?
Ya say ya wanna look young?
Ya say ya wanna take on the world again?
(clap)
Tell ya what I’m gonna do!
The secret is not in any little bottle.
No sir! Not a bit of it!
Step right over, friend.
I’m gonna tell ya the secret that works!
The Golden Key. The Fountain of Truth.
Yessiree bob! The Blessed Path. The open door!
Are you sick and tired of being sick and tired?
Do you pop out at parties?
Are you unpoopular?
(clap)
Do people turn off lights and hide when you come by?
Do some people refuse to return your calls?
Do you find yourself alone most of the time?
Are you under threat of being fired?
Are you sick of forgetting where you parked?
Do you wake up in the morning or come to?
Tell ya what I’m gonna do.
Step over here, friend.
I’ll give you the secret.
(There ya go, and when you get there, there ya are!)
Part of the problem is the solution.
You are drinking a solution that lies.
It says everything will be okay, if you drink.
Drink more. Yessirreebob! Recognize it?
(clap)
You take a drink or two after work and then…
It’s morning, you remember nothing, then
The whole shebang starts all over again.
You started out inviting people over
But, they used up your ***** and dope.
And there you were staggering
Down to the store to buy more
Struggling to write your name on the check.
But, what the heck. You were popular
But no more. All that is left is the store.
So, ya say ya wanna get better, fast?
Don’t put the cork in the bottle.
Throw the bottle away. Don’t buy more.
That’s the real score, the secret.
(clap)
You can’t have it both ways.
Either you wanna get better and live
Or you will keep on trying to give up
Without surrendering. It’s amazing.
You’ll feel like crap for a while
But you do now, and never smile.
(clap)
So, that’s the way it gets done.
It happens to everyone who wants
To get off the merry-go-round
And settle down to living, and smiling.
After you quit the daily drinking bit.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
I know I shouldn't smoke
a pack a day
I know how bad it is
and how much money
the whole shebang
and I know I shouldn't drink
more days of the week
than not
I know that I do stupid things
like loosing in a drinking game
and being forced to sprint
up and down 6 flights of stairs
I know that I get all sappy
and promise girls
things I can't give
I know it's bad
that at the end of a day
I crave a drink
but sometimes
you just need to
get good and drunk
I know that I shouldn't smoke ***
spending most of my day high
up in the clouds
taking a nap
but it relaxes me
and it makes everything
seem so **** nice
and I know it's bad
to not be able to sleep
without toking up
I know it shouldn't be okay
to be bored
but hey
it makes ****** movies
a whole lot better
which is huge service
to people everywhere
I know the lifestyle's not too hot
and trust me
I know you know
and that you only want
what's best for me
but sometimes
you just have to make
some really bad decisions
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
The miss and hit and miss and
kiss it all goodbye,
the men who **** the men
who die who die to ****
and do you think that this will ever end,
will
it
never end.
Destroy,construct,demolish,deduct
and in the finale, the big shebang another
gang will come along
so, say so long
the parties have gone to another parlay
another role play
an acting for the actors class,
another show,it must go on,the hit
and miss, the **** and orange juice
so what's the use of this abuse,
an utter
waste of time.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Little thoughts and dreams
tickling, trickling from the void
wellsprings of our minds
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Nothing hurts nor heals like the powerful words
“It's temporary”.
He was my whole life.
future, present, past
And we didn’t last –
that’s all there was to it.
No big shebang, no yelling, no tears…
Only a soft goodbye.
That fourth of July,
He held me close,
We swayed to the music,
He whispered, “I love you” in my ear,
People were watching
Fireworks bursting -
I never would have thought it was temporary.
I never would have thought our love would grow so old so soon,
That we’d say words to hurt each other so deeply.
I never could have imagined that all the love I felt in my heart for him was not enough to have him for longer.
As if someone pulled a plug out of the bathtub,
And all we had slipped through the drain –
before we could even notice it was gone.
I built all I was around you --
But you were only temporary.
When I let you strip away my layers,
bared for you to see all that I was,
I was giving you my forever…
But, you weren’t meant to stay.
I know I was supposed to meet you, I have always known that. I felt it in my heart the day I first saw you.
I assumed that meant you’d be my always,
I think we both did.
But, you, you were only temporary;
Like a temporary tattoo to a little kid,
It’s bright and perfect and AMAZING the first couple of days,
But then it fades,
Gets ***** and sticky,
And it never washes off as easily as you want it to.
If you weren’t meant to be permanent,
I wish I could stop my mind from missing you
and get rid of this sticky residue –
But then again, my dear,
Missing you will only be temporary.
(a.g.)
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
Obstructing an investigation
Is really easier than one thinks.
Surround yourself with fawning fans
To help you work out all the kinks.
It helps if you can early on
Fire the head of the whole shebang,
And then sully his reputation
With every subsequent harangue.
Build distrust in the FBI
So when the people hear those initials,
They'll remember how you impugned
The credibility of law officials.
Spread the fear that a secret society,
Cleverly organized and malicious,
Is out to get you, even though
In reality, it's fictitious.
Let your "friends" in Congress create
Alternate scandals that detract
From your investigation, even
Though they are not based on fact.
A news station that has the least
Credibility helps a great deal--
One that pedals conspiracy theories
With unabashed passion and zeal.
Undermine investigative
Efforts by frequently causing confusion,
And then repeat ad nauseum
"No collusion! No collusion!"
Using some Stalinesque techniques
Helps your cause, and once you've begun,
The people, too, will call the media
Public enemy number one.
Having power will make you feel
That you possess unlimited choices.
If democracy gets in the way,
Keep on trying to quiet voices.
All of the strategies listed above--
If they're mercilessly applied--
Will come in handy, especially
If you have something to hide.
-by Bob B (1-25-18)
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
Got a plop in my fizz
And a tiger in my tank
Impossible is nothing
(That’s why Titanic sank)
Got milk? Just do it.
Wash your troubles down the drain
Tastes so good
Cats ask for it by name
Eat fresh. I’m lovin’ it.
It’s finger-lickin’ good
If you won’t eat it
We all know Mikey would
Once you pop you can’t stop
Make the most of now
“Eat Mor Chikin”
(Written by a rebel cow)
Every bubble’s passed its fizzical
Let’s get quizzical
Nothin’ says lovin’
Like something from the oven
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
They’re Gr-r-r-reat!
Just like a good neighbor
In good hands with Allstate
Look, Ma, no cavities!
Think outside the bun
Save money. Live better.
Consider IT done
Melts in your mouth
Not in your hands
(Life’s what happens
While you’re making other plans)
American by birth.
Rebel by choice.
Hello Moto
His masters voice
Maybe she’s born with it
Have it your way
A diamond is forever
Every kiss begins with Kay
You've come a long way baby
Be all that you can be
A Little dab'll do ya
With L.S./M.F.T.
Own a piece of the rock
Where do you want to go today?
We make money
The old-fashioned way…
When you care enough
To send the very best
Oh, what a feeling!
Come be our guest!
Live in your world.
Play in ours.
Get N or get out
For the love of cars
You can’t top the copper top
Easy as Dell
He keeps going and going…
Go further with Shell
When there is no tomorrow
Bo knows best
Think small. Make believe.
Makes quitting **** less
Stronger than dirt
How do you spell relief?
Success. It’s a mind game.
Defying all belief
Challenge everything
Share moments. Share life.
Because you’re worth it
Save a life. Love your wife.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
The United States
we
stand tall_____*
The ring-size
The shebang seat
Hasn't been anything
but a ball just stand
Or sit in my heat
To the Senate
falling for the
Testimonies
The culture of
colliding ceremonies
coming to America*
Above the
surface
Delicious
Atmosphere blue
Nitrogenous*
The new
Bicentennial
He cannot take
his falling star eyes
off of you his love
((Like Pluto))
dimensional
Starbucks stir-spell
stars
She loves to
sit casually
Your feeling wiped out
Being flagged down_____
All stripes the
American way
Bank of America
Let's travel to
((Bombay))
No time to do
your essays
Be more sacred it pays
Super America
Stop eating the
whole cow
(U) night Ed) United
We feel entangled
What we believe
in is lost
Amazing in all sizes
From head to toe
from birth
Trembling hands
of fate
We all fall down huh?
Niagara Falls her-Ray
Tall riveting sunshine
King Charles charming
French Cafe ring
Henry the 8th carats
Striking
The finest
grains
in her
cup to his
Viking
Artsy gals of the
archway falling for your liking
Milky Way
We must not battle
Broadway
Falling out of love
But they say its
((Your Birthday))
Have a good time
On Flag day
And star bright
American to the
Mediterranean
Buffets for the Pig
and whistle beauty
met her eating beast
Pirates of the Carribean
American side dish
Bacon bits with
String beans
Clerical positions
((Compromising Liaisons))
Fort Myers Pelicans
Brooklyn Belt Parkway
My exit was
Rockaway Parkway
Take me back
Now this world
Full of chemicals
No time for even
The Protocol
Bewildered minds
bifocals to vanish
No food to love
garnish
We need to exhale
American big day
Male sale----I got my ring size seat*
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
Take off my armour,
my helmet, shield and shebang --
I reach out my hand.
Jan 19, 2023
Jan 19, 2023 at 3:47 AM UTC
for once, he blended in
albeit the crowds looked like
what you'd clear from a gutter
just dressed in sweaty colors and-
thoughts of her surged, swirled
as he passed another
vendor, cotton candy stand
she's just like these pink clouds
pretty, sweet
temptation on a stick
but once you bite right in-
only air
yet he's there
again and again and,
anyway...
a pocket starved and a sugarcoat on,
gawdy lights buzzed
as the sun cowered into a horizon of
jalopies
ferris wheel carts kept
swaying
carousel steads kept
spinning
twirling, popping
a gunshot swallowed in the
cacophony of
joy
crime rang through the carnival
giggles rushed to white noise
he chucked what was left of
that attic insulation treat
from sticky to itchy
he felt the oils on his skin
make him sick
slam the drum in his throat
to his core
smelled the popcorn as he ran
remembered
those duct-taped theater seats
silver screens of picture shows with
heroes
who always knew what to do
in moments like-
time to suit up, time to buckle down and
fly
so, busted sneakers burnt their soles against
gum-ridden asphalt
alas, he found the damsel, a boy
amidst seas of townfolk
between the funhouse and a
port-a-john
gangly teen, ball cap and braces and
bullet grazed his shoulder ****
it seemed
"just breathe," he told the kid
because we all need air to live
cussing the rescue he couldn't be
smashing buttons until
that tinfoil voice on the line assured them
real help would roll up shortly
he left, knotted his tie around the boy's
bicep, kinda
then hurdled the gate to the whole shebang
because heroes, like her
can't wait
for bad guys to
get away...
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
Thursday
back to the rock and roll
the jailhouse of the tortured soul
the whole shebang
I've got it
somewhere in this heart
an orchestra to start
the ball bounces
haphazardly,
a bit like me
shall I name in years
'66?
throw spears?
where is discontent
put aside?
Tears that they pried from me
I tried to see but it's only
rock and roll.
I see it now.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC