"shucks" poems
Wal, Thanksgivin’ do be comin’ round.
With the price of turkeys on the bound,
And coal, by gum! Thet were just found,
Is surely gettin’ cheaper.
The winds will soon begin to howl,
And winter, in its yearly growl,
Across the medders begin to prowl,
And Jack Frost gettin’ deeper.
By shucks! It seems to me,
That you I orter be
Thankful, that our Ted could see
A way to operate it.
I sez to Mandy, sure, sez I,
I’ll bet thet air patch o’ rye
Thet he’ll squash ’em by-and-by,
And he did, by cricket!
No use talkin’, he’s the man—
One of the best thet ever ran,
Fer didn’t I turn Republican
One o’ the fust?
I ‘lowed as how he’d beat the rest,
But old Si Perkins, he hemmed and guessed,
And sed as how it wuzn’t best
To meddle with the trust.
3.3k
You are my sun, the planets and the asteroids in between,
actually, make that the energy that embraces the sun,
the elements and trace elements that make up each planet...
(Oh, my stars!)
You are each perfect petal that unfurls ever so slowly in the morning light,
actually, make that the light that kisses each dew drop which
awakes each petal with that sweet kiss...
(Oh, blush, my buzzing bee!)
You are that raindrop that refreshes my parched soul that's stranded in a desert,
actually, make that the mirage that proves to be an oasis
as my eyes widen in wonderment with the reality of You.
(Oh, shucks, my sweet breath!)
You are my golden compass whenever I get lost in the wilderness,
actually, I wouldn't mind getting lost, if it means
that I get lost in your soulful, beautiful eyes Forever
(Oh, you cheeseball, you!!)
You are the chocolate ganache frosting on that chocolate cake,
actually, you are the powdered sugar on my honey-dipped doughnut
that brushes my lips, the perfect complement for hot, hot coffee
(Oh, honey bun!!)
You are the--
Sweetcakes??
You are the freshly ground pepper that dusts softly on my carbonara, I'm just
Ahem!!!!
You are the freshly ground pepper that dusts softly on my carbonara,
actually it would be bland and incomplete without you and---
Hey, babe!
huh?!
*I'm on dense mode right now, what are you really trying to say?
Come on, spill it, I NEVER hear it from you...*
Ummm, ummm...I...I...
I mean, I--
Out with it, come on!! You can do it---"I...."
Hoo! Ok, I...
I can do this---
I...
(Note to self: This is IT!!!!!)
I--
Yesss...?!!
I
am
the empty, wanting glass and you are the refreshing drink that fills me up,
actually,--
***~BOINKKKKKkkK~ !! I'm walking away now!!
Geez, if you can't say IT without all the Fluffy, duffy, Fluff,
see me walking away for now...I need the Skinny, the skeleton!
Sometimes one just needs to Hear it, you know?!
Oh, and I love you,in case you didn't know...but see me walk!***
Hey, honey bunny, smoochie sweetie pie?
...still walking away~~~~
I...
huff, huff, huff~~
I am walking towards you...
Huff, puff, puff and hufff~! (note to self: Walk on, walk on...)
I said I'm walking towards you...
~bump~!
and
I...
Love
You.
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
There's a Poet who dreams of a Gateway to Heaven
Not some cold austere Gate bolted and closed in your face
As if to say "Clear off! You're not wanted here anymore"
But instead a lovely warm welcoming Gate
A brightly colourful Gate with lots of bunting and ribbons on it
And a big banner over the top announcing
"Welcome Great Poet"
It'd be a bit...a bit like Noddy in Toyland
And there'd be all these pretty young girls with bowls in their hands
Spreading rose petals on the ground for me to walk upon
A beautiful path laid out before me, a carpet of sweet scenting loveliness
And there'd be other boys and girls there too strumming lutes and harps
Like beautiful critics... singing my praises
Inside the Gate it'd be like this wonderful Park
With lovely flowers and shrubs and trees
With marble fountains and statues and quiet flowing streams
With radiant kids and beautiful people and lovely marquees like as if you were attending some wonderful party or banquet,
And then you'd hear a bustle in the hedgerow
But it's only a bunch of publishers vying with one another
Trying to get my signature on a multi million dollar contract
Suddenly ahead of me there'd be this wonderful magnificent throne
It'd be offered to me... offered to me as my true place... my true home
And then a man would come and he'd humbly bow and kneel before me
He'd be offering something to me....
Why! It's the Nobel Prize for Literature
I'd smile and say "Ah shucks guys sure I was only doin' a few rhymes... and a few stories".
Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 2:55 PM UTC
In My Many Travels and dealing with the challenges of MAN'S MIND, Teaching and Learning with each STEP; I HAVE THIS "BURNING" DESIRE , For the "W H Y S " of life. SO, I ASK OF YOU !! Have you ENCOUNTERED ANY OF THE "FOLLOWING " ?___________(#1)= The Trail we Leave Precedes us, BUT the Shadow, do WE Lead or Follow. (#2)= "SHUCKS" said the Cowboy as He climbed upon the Steed, forgetting to put on His SPURS, NOW what would GOAD the Ride, to the SPUR store "OR" would a collection of SHARP words "WORK AS WELL" ? (#3)= Don't Tell Anyone, BUT, I have found a WORLD where the meaning of words are OBLIQUE to the words we use, Can YOU believe it, I've seen them ! (#4) The NICE THING about being OBLIQUE, when using "HIDDEN-MEANING" words and Allegories, the "ENEMY" *CAN'T Hear the words of TRUTH COMING! (#5) Do YOU realize that Glistening afternoons "USUALLY" result in "SHINING" attitudes for the Evenings; "GO FOR IT ! (#6)= For Those who are Still Rehearsing their LIFE; It's time to go Stage-Front, Turn off House lights,,Bring-up the SPOTS and see what "GOD" has in store for YOU ! (#7)= I USED to smell like Canteloupe, THEN, I discovered "ESCARGOT", NOW I Smell like an "OIL-SLICK" , What is? The Price of a Barrell today ? *(#8)= MY Songs are Not Just Words Written on Paper, BUT the Voices from My VERY Heart and the Melody Has JUST Begun ! ___"EVEN AS I held them up to the GREAT-LIGHT WITH HOPE= "YES" *TRULY I Understand NOW the "W H Y " of "OBSCURE OBSERVATIONS".......
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 3:16 AM UTC
As a kid
you used to watch
your mother
shucking peas
over the kitchen sink
and see the skill
her fingers
and thumb had
of clearing out
the peas into a bowl
with a single move
and you asked her
for one of the shucks
to chew
and she said
shucks?
you want a shuck?
yes please
you said
and she gave you one
from her hand
and you chewed
the juices out
and let it move
around your mouth
like that old tobacco
the cowboys had
in the black
and white films
your father
had taken you to see
and then you swallowed
and asked for more
and your mother obliged
with a raised brow
and a continued
moving out of peas
from the shuck
with nimble thumb
and fingers’ grip
as another green shuck
sat upon your lip
cowboy style
and your mother
with a shake of head
smiled and carried
on her work
of pushing out peas
from the pod
as you walked off
into the cowboy sunset
thinking of the Wild West
with no thought
of Boothill or God.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
So I had something written down but then I completely erased it. It felt as if I wasn't saying much.
So I'll try this. In a relationship people always have this objective of trying to save someone. I don't know if that makes sense. But someone is always trying to be your hero. Like they feel that they have the power to make you feel safe yet be able to take that away from you. Because without a hero like maybe Superman or Spiderman where would the city be right?
But I think differently. Getting to know you made me realise something. I wanted to be my own hero so that I can be the best girlfriend ever. I wanted to be my batman so that I can protect you, my Gotham city.
But as time moved on. You opened wounded layers of me and you still are opening them. And you're by my side helping me close them. And then I thought to myself. Wow this girl is amazing.
She's not the typical I want to be your hero person any random person meets.
You showed me something about a relationship. It's not about being your own hero but that does play an important role. It's about finding someone who connects with you. It's about finding someone who's willing to help you with your journey. About finding someone who's helping save you. Someone who's by your side.
Like a sidekick. Most people think less of them. But look at Batman. He has Robin. And without him Gotham isn't safe.
Look at the Avengers as weird as it seems they have more than one person helping each other out.
Or even Spider-Man. He has his own guys with the help of Shield.
I'm getting to my point don't worry.
See the problem of having to be your own hero is that we have cracks that we can not get closure or get them filled alone. And for that we ignore them. And these cracks just keep on getting worse until we are at a point whereby we don't know. Literally we don't.
For example one of my cracks I have is my lack of confidence.
On my own. I would have probably ignored it or come up with a situation whereby I just need to lose more weight. I'd probably be anorexic by now.
But because I have someone like you. I'm finding ways of trying to appreciate myself. Because I'm a beautiful person. I'm a good kid. My baby says so and it's true.
You help me help myself be better. You're by my side as I try to save and find myself.
Which is something I want to do for you
It's something I'm going to do for you. I want to be your sidekick. Your Robin.
Opening up is hard. I know and I understand. I care so very deeply for you baby. Shucks I'm madly in love with you
I want what's best for you. I want you to have the most amazing life ever. I want your heart and mind free from everything that torments you.
But what I do not want to do is force you ever.
I will never get impatient with you. And even if you push me away. I'll stay right here and keep it solid.
Each time you're sad. I'll type the longest message ever. Especially if I can't get to you immediately
I love you. I really do
And I'm here. To talk or not, I know that sometimes we just need to be there for one another and not talk. Just for us to embrace each others presence and I'll be there for that
I'm your Reastar
Your girlfriend
Your best friend
I'm yours
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
My Brand New Ripped Jean
the one that make
My curves becomes a liability
my long slender legs moves forward against the wind
displaying the warp and weft throughout the fabric
~
Making my world look better
a wonderful appetizer for my admirers
until you said
"here comes my Queen",
Shucks!
Have you ever known the Queen to wear blue Jeans?
Shucks!
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
there’s nothing left from line to line,
as each word consumes the next
like prophets marking “x’s” on calendar squares,
and mathematicians feasting upon the sum of our selves -
bounding like fleas,
tickling feathers between the wings
the seraphim feared to spread and draw shadows,
like a tombstone across the sod-turned feet
of a man not worth the effort.
tears fell but no flower bloomed
from the crumbling soil
swept aside like eraser dust by a *****
and patted down across a heart
that cast its beat in time with the shovels “shucks”
in excavating a soul at the cost of its weary bones.
time ticked despite the hands
wrapped firm around the hilt
of the driven-dagger
frozen somewhere between the three and four,
and teeth found each other like cogs around fruitless gears,
that’s sole ambition was to wind its own fate
around the process of begging alms for the ink
that mere poets came to bleed
upon his blessed crown.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
The cold is my commander, it taunts me, while it steals my sheaths of warmer cleaving skin sections exposed by its notions and collected conscious. The sounds are complicated, the moons azurean hue resembles the coldness of my cigarette's embers blue, and then the commander shucks my final breath away. It isn't something that I barely feel, but rather something that lightly see. It's hoarfrost births its fickle shell of hardrime on the last of those interstices I once called my fingers. And from this choke, this frozen voice is detained by the vox ice amplifier that steals each noise. Besides, in an interruption I hear our whorish neighbors score of shouting scripted shouts, and screaming scripted screams. Each day she becomes less and less like any real human being. It's hard to believe that behind these walls that shield me from the albicant and atrocious heraldry winter casts me through, these sounds are concentric like limited Earth words written in the prompts that some ill and wanton succubus would. If only to lure herself from the pains she gained while lying to those amidst her closest ties. I am further distressed, though fully dressed narrowly watching bits of frozen water interlace themselves beneath freezing in the corners of my mind. When until the shaking and commandeering of my mortal sounds, disperse amidst the ferocity that Spring white snow absconds. The tremulent vocal chords are hailed by a hard-rimed **** who ensuingly rips the cantering spirit from each last place it stood. Only those who know this wind could speak about the way it genuflects and obsesses on these rules. This freezing genuflection hails to every servant of its rein, I can barely exhale the inspiration that rises from the head, until any skin exposed to air is reclaimed by my commander for good. Then each neighbor's head may lilt upon the piste, and pray for something more balmy than negative eleven degrees.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
As I got up on a chilly morning,
Scraping my eyes – hankering to sleep more,
I looked through the window-pane,
To find rain drops fall again !!
Some drops went tumbling on the ground,
And making puddles all around !!
The rain was falling down in sheets,
Spellbound and hypnotized, my heart skipped beats !!
Wind was misted up with cold air,
And a hot cup of sheer chai (kashmiri tea) was waiting near !!
Before I could take in a little sip,
And touch the cup to my bottom lip…
Shucks ~ The honking vehicle shattered it all,
To find that there was no rainfall !!
(And I woke up to the reality – sunny day outside, finding myself sweating in Mysore NOT treating myself to my favorite Kashmiri Tea !!!)
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
Autumn clovers leave
The dirt it stays behind
Steelheads turn up the arms
I don't wanna stay, I see no thing but pride
That man he drowned. He loses everything.
Pinnacle ladies cry, they move up the yawn.
I shake the bed, until tomorrow's grieving.
It shucks our graves in two, splits the pupil's
Fearless cast. I can't run away, I can't make Friday.
The needle takes too long, the blood doesn't leave a trace. The opening is long to go, but
We wallow with it.
Each funeral is a thousand alms
They call to each other's arms.
They won't go astray, even if
You leave them.
Sorrow is my brother's lot
It takes up the head, and leaves us sideways-
Another whim lilts in two. The bridle makes the saw, that breaks down every god. It brands the flock, I don't look at anything.
This day grief makes it hard to go
Another man is bent.
My crooked spine, he shakes in torment.
Up upon the piste, broke down onto the knees
Nothing's there, but I can't look away.
Keep me to yourself
Like a secret you don't know
If I could just find a way
To live another day.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
Don't Let Go
Hear that whistle, it's ten o'clock
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Come on, baby, it's time to rock
(Don't let go, don't let go)
I'm so happy I got you here
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Keeps me grinning from ear to ear
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Ooh wee, this feeling's killing me
Aw shucks, well, I wouldn't
Stop for a million bucks
I love you so, just hold
Me tight and don't let go
Thunder, lightning, wind and rain
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Love is humming inside my brain
(Don't let go, don't let go)
I'm so eager, I'm nearly dying
(Don't let go, don't let go)
You been keeping your lips from mine
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Ooh wee, this feeling's killing me
Aw shucks, well, I wouldn't
Stop for a million bucks
I love you so, just hold
Me tight and don't let go
Hound dog barking upside the hill
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Love is dragging him through the mill
(Don't let go, don't let go) yeah
If it wasn't for having you
(Don't let go, don't let go)
I'd be barking and howling too
(Don't let go, don't let go) yeah
Ooh wee, this feeling's killing me
Aw shucks, well, I wouldn't
Stop for a million bucks
I love you so, just hold
Me tight and don't let go
One day, baby, you'll quit me yet
(Don't let go, don't let go)
I'll be crying and soaking wet
(Don't let go, don't let go) yeah
One thing, baby, I'll never stand
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Your lips kiss some other man
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Ooh wee, this feeling's killing me
Aw shucks, well, I wouldn't
Stop for a million bucks
I love you so, just hold
Me tight and don't let go
Just hold me tight (don't let go)
Just hold me tight (don't let go)
Hold me tight (don't let go)
Mmm hmm (don't let go)
Gomer LePoet ....
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
Today
Today I saw nothing but blissness,
Covered up with clouds of video games and the exotic taste of Wi-Fi to lead me in the direction of blindness.
Today
Today I felt my thumb and index finger throb in exhilaration with just a teaspoon of rejuvenating pain.
Today I sat anxiously looking at the screen,
Running away from reality by re-creating a fantasy where I was the hero.
Today I ran away from this distasteful land.
Just like most people would.
Today I became an ignorant human being.
I followed the loud whispers of 'ignorance is bliss'
And for that I got the sweet serene kiss of nothingness.
Yes I admit today I was ignorant and I ran
Dodging and jumping, avoiding trouble in the forest of life.
After all there's only so much one can handle.
Responsibility called out to me and I pulled my get out of jail free card and I sat in front of the screen.
Envisioning a world like my video game.
Today I was ignorant
But not for long.
Leaving my sanctuary screen,
It was that time,
The time where my chores screens in "finish me, do me, it's about that time",
Reluctantly I stood, eyes fixated on the trash I had to take,
With a heavy sigh.
I listened to the callings of my chores.
Plastic in my hand filled with yesterday's food,
Today's cleanings and maybe a little bit of breakfast.
Stomping down the stairs,
Unaware of my surroundings,
As ignorance enveloped me in a tight hug.
Shucks I'm only human.
My last step down the stairs
My senses heishtened, the warm chill envading my legs,
Causing goosebumps to rise, along with my left brow.
"Am I not to be ignorant? Why do I feel the wind? " my mind searched
My ears picked with a cry from a girl.
But this was no ordinary cry.
A cry of happiness when a daughter sees her father
A cry of contentness of an adventure between a father and daughter.
My ignorance shattered after that.
There are fathers that stay and become the greatest of parents
They need appreciation too.
Because a father daughter bond is just as important as a mother daughter one.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
Oh **** I lost it a gain
Time to spend a good forty five minutes looking for something I had a second ago.
This *****
Oh Shucks,
I stepped on a thumb tack, grabbed my foot in pain and fell on my back, Now I hear a crack.
This is so whack,
maybe I left it in my back pack,
Today is jack, I need to bounce back, and get on track.
Did I leave it by my stack of magazines,
I wish I could put some vaseline in my memories so the answer would slip out,
my mind is in a drought,
Im not even in route,
Im loosing this bout,
Beginning to doubt I ever knew where my phone was.
Im tearing my room apart,
take a brake to ****
That wasn’t so smart,
Now my room smells,
Hells Bells,
My nose feels like it swells.
Give the bottle of Febreze a good squeeze,
Start to wheeze,
I shouldn't have cut the cheese.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
awe shucks
I love your eyes
awe shucks
your hands are beautiful
awe shucks
you make me dance
awe shucks
I get butterflies
awe shucks
your voice sends chills all over
awe shucks
your kisses make me weak in the knees
awe shucks
you are mine :)
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Birthday wishes bloom
on Facebook; friendship's fragrance
will last all year long.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
(homage to Ogden Nash)
See the buzzard soar, the swallow skim a lake, the kestrel hover;
observe the skylark pouring his little heart out in the sky;
admire the flapwing, lapwing flight of a flock of plover;
what birds do is fly.
At least they oughter,
because once birds get onto the water
they can't help looking absurd
– except the swan, for which nobody I know has an unkind word,
or, mostly, seagulls,
who fly with almost the grace of eagulls,
and in their silvery-white uniforms are impeccably neat,
even if my admiration for their manners is incomplete –
but, shucks,
look at ducks.
And for something really silly,
shaggy-winged, fluffy-headed, and disproportionately
neck-and-bill-y,
consider the pelican, for heaven's sake.
Surely Nature made a mistake,
or left the designing of it to a particularly inept committee,
it's so unpretty.
But once in the air he can soar like a buzzard, though maybe lower,
and skim over the waves with more perfect control
than a swallow, and slower,
and dive for a fish like a living javelin, that clumsy pelican.
By helican!
No, for a shapeless, hapless caricature, created to be comical,
the epitome of what a bird shouldn't be, the penguin
must be the most epitomical.
As he does his impression of a Charlie Chaplin waiter,
you know he'll fall off the ice sooner or later.
But before a warning can escape your lips
he trips
(and slips).
Then, as he slides beneath the waves, ah! See the happy penguin fly,
A graceful bird in his greenblue underwater sky.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
Winter is up to my ears
Water's in my eyes, the dull chanting squeaks of
Frollicking field mice, dark hungry souls eat dark hungry shrubs
They tear apart the grass until the dirt is overturned. The ministry is dead, into the shapes they throw, weapons in the syllables where voices dear to go. The Spring is hazing the moon, and the gallow falls, the Pines of Rome are just a symptom of autumn's calls. The mouse while he saunters in, gives no notice to the gray wolf's evil grin. Panting the tousle takes them both, no insides give, into the night I sit and stare from my window's ledge.
No apothecary seems to work, all the medicines they give like names, until the doctor fools the patient she's well again. Cloaking in the shadowy stirs of the wicked herbs we picked from our garden and yard. Mellow to the taste, cold to the face, and stings like the tantrum does when the pain is just too much too much.
Have you seen the stirring woes of the frogs, stuck to the cement, thrown from the heavens by so many angry gods. Children hated for their voice, their skins and arms and legs dispersed, any dolt can name a common cure. Sicker than the pain it shoves, while the mood settles into to a rain water bath. In a crevice their may be some thought, but it doesn't even help at all, then the cold comes in and shucks awe and feeling where the aches and screams haunt the unhealthy whims.
After Easter and beyond each birth, no one calls and everything's inert, in the desert we call to the stars, but the birds return to us and make us stop asking for cause. Misunderstanding takes its awful view, and the children stop asking too. The events of hatred unfold weirdly, broken glass bottles splinter on the ears, even blood runs warm, we run hot, and shake our chills through the spine until stranger's call us out on our eyes. Even the wanting can't, and no one can. But the help makes the worst of it even more wrong. Until they can't speak or sing to themselves, whispers on the night break the shapes on the shores.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
she stabbed a cig in her lips just to sip the smoke
as i tripped off the second hand secrecy she spoke
i was choked up. i couldn’t cough out a comeback
for comfort as she drew a new one from the pack.
those ivory black irises lacked pigment.
they looked as bleak as the stars in the distance
or was it just a figment of my inhibitions?
or some innocent incident that kicked in my skepticism?
in an instant my instincts clicked in again,
it was getting late so we made our way down the bend
and in the end, my intent was never met
but she did teach me something that I’ll never forget.
she said "a habit is a habit, somehow we gotta have it.
i know it may be tragic but somehow we gotta have it.
a habit is a habit, somehow we gotta have it
and someday we’ll drag it down to our caskets".
she tried to play a queen in a king’s reign
but you can’t share the wealth if you’re the one who pays.
we’re drawn by the waste, we’re taunted by the taste
but maybe someday you’ll get your life straight
and so we laid waste beneath the marble moon
as the tar tore off her taste buds as the ashes bloomed.
as her charcoal perfume loomed in the moonlight
as my hands laid on her waist, waiting for a goodnight kiss.
but with a bit of luck, i could’ve caught
a little more than smoke in my tear ducts.
aw shucks, i should’ve known a lot better.
she may have had a halo but her wings were severed
and never will i ever make the same mistake twice.
if you break my heart once, i’ll be gone by daylight.
i promise that you’ll wake up all alone tomorrow
and i know for sure you’ll light another Marlboro.
smothered by my sorrows, i know how it’s tragic
but a habit is a habit, somehow we gotta have it.
a habit is a habit, somehow we gotta have it
and someday we’ll drag it down to our caskets.
© Matthew Harlovic
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
weakened by the lack of you
my heart needs to take a step back or two.
my idea of happiness begins and ends with you.
but your frightening downsides
which, like land mines-
create a wisely hesitant mind
that tells me not to take a chance on you.
and god, i've been trying to trust my gut
but every time i see you
my ovaries override and interrupt.
shucks me back into this same old rut
and that's just female luck.
see, i'm to cautious and to conflicted
too self conscious and restricted
and overall i'm afraid you feel inflicted
by my extreme addiction.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
Sultan of Swing
He was a rocker and a roller, always had a plan
loved beautiful women, yes he was a full-blooded man
drove a fast fancy car, had plenty of bucks
when times went bad, he'd just say "aw shucks"
a great attitude, he cared about the world
tried giving his time, as causes unfurled
gave freely his money, and offered his mind
yes he was a prince, always so kind
music was his calling, his goddess of life
more passionate with notes, then most with their wife
he would listen and play, and lift his voice to sing
happy dancing feet, he was the Sultan of Swing
whenever a cloud, would pass in front of the Sun
he took it as a challenge, a reason for some fun
a happy little tune, would somehow appear
he would whistle and hum, until resolution was near
rock tunes were great, loud cruising guitars
he'd play anywhere, on the street or in bars
making people smile, was his favorite thing
jazzy dancing feet, he was the Sultan of Swing
Morpheus aka Gomer LePoet
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 5:08 AM UTC
Gosh o gee I think yer neat.
Ya got nice hair. I like yer feet.
An yer cat. An yer dog two.
Shucks! I think I's sweet on you.
P'raps weel marry up sum day.
(Whens weer old an gettin gray)
Til then heck, o gosh gee wiz
Can I just steel a little kiss?
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 2:27 AM UTC
I drive around in my car
Searching for tight female bottoms
I needn't drive far
I tried using my IPad, but
It was not meant to be
Far too big, and clumsy
So with my iPhone
I tried my luck
I missed one opportunity
The other phot was blurry
Shucks
Well, I approach
From the back
And with one small tap
An image of a toned ****
On my screen
So strange and sad
This is part
Of my American Dream
When you are poor
Life can be dull
A bit of a bore
Always alone
No loving embrace
From a woman
And no place
That feels like home
7 o'clock is the walking hour
My therapist spoke
Of her higher power
But she cared most
For money
Better not to speak of her
Let things be
Toned tight butts
In suburban neighborhoods
I will try my luck
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC