"woogie" poems
her boogie woogie,
boot and scoot.
her goo bosh vibe,
so small and cute.
silly little Anju stomp,
unaware of self.
bite taken from a chocolate,
stolen from a shelf.
when we are free from this life
we will run in fields
and see the sunset and the joy
life with you yields.
Aug 31, 2023
Aug 31, 2023 at 11:38 AM UTC
Dance if you wanna.. dance the night away
dress like ya mean it.. dance the night away
boogy on the boogy ..day and day after day
dance dance dance
feeling so so right
boogie boogie woogie
dancing to the right
sing like a superstar ...driving in ya car
sing to the beat ...tapping down your street
hum hum didi dum ..words dont know the means
but dance if ya wanna ..dance the night away
dance dance dance
feeling so so right
boogie boogie woogie
dancing to the right
dressing ike ya dad ..laughing on the beer
not like ya lad ..cool and pierced his ear
hat ..not cap you say ..cos that aint right round here
but dance if ya wanna ...dance the night away
dance dance dance
feeling so so right
boogie boogie woogie
dancing to the right
dance .....dance .....dance !!!
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:21 AM UTC
While My Guitar Gently Sleeps
boogie woogie is on my mind
my toe tapping a thousand times
slapping snare and top hat crash
back to sleep dreamy night fade away
is it a festival of jazz marching by
raz-ma-taz New Orleans style
clarinet and trumpet and tuba blow
blind melon singing do-dah do-dah-day
Latin fever makes me thrash
trying to remember the tricky steps
the cha-cha of the island girls
watching how the shapely hips sway
Spanish marimba mambo twist
taps clacking as the flamenco flies
big box acoustic cat gut strings
fingers twitching wanting to play
square dance cowgirls and dudes strut
thumbs in their pockets stomping boots
fiddles and steel race through my heart
gonna do it all do it all someday
roll over and change the world another day
dreamy night fade away once again
screaming guitars in triple tones
while my guitar gently sleeps away
Gomer LePoet...
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
.oh... hi y'all:
or rather - how did i find this in the noun Ohio?
i guess after watching
the disaster artist
and no having watched
the room...
the tetragrammaton
is so glaring to me
in the English tongue,
i might as well be
a reincarnation of
Belshazzar
(but not really...
because, to me,
reincarnation
implies
a fixed number
of people...
and an mingling
of solipsism from
philosophy,
and NPC from the gaming
world...
no, i can't believe
in reincarnation...
saving grace of
the Hindus?
they're not lactose intolerant;
boogie-woogie-boo-woo
ooh things are turning,
freak-y...
why is that a Y and not
an E?
see... the tetragrammaton
is glaring at me...
like an ***** protruding
phallus with the added
"flavor" of a circumcision
snippet...
me? i'm fine...
no snippet...
i can **** off as much
as i like and not feel
stupid -
or catholic, about it,
having, in my possession,
an unsheathed "sword").
p.s. it really is the case
of circumcising men
as a procreational motivation,
no ******** on you...
plenty of ******** on her...
and how the east meets
the west...
back in the east i'd be a blessing...
over 'ere?
i'm a walking abortion...
a nuisance...
something you send off
to fight in incestuous...
here's my 100 year closure celebration:
V!
like the Welsh longbow men... up yours!
who? in the 100 year war...
the French would cut off the...
**** index or middle finger?
they would cut off one of the fingers
of the Welsh longbow men...
so they could fire an arrow...
P.O.W.s...
so the Welsh longbow men
came up with V... a salute
to the French... up yours!
i still have mine!
hence? i don't feel ****** jerking off...
too bad, ol' chap,
you've been given an incentive
to find your missing ********
in a woman's *****
sorry... i actually feel sorry for
you having this imposed on you...
the missing caftan / hood and all...
sometimes i wondered:
does she even know what she's
doing performing ******** on
me? maybe i could cut my torso off
and show her how to do it?
in the east i'd be a godsend,
but in the west i'm an
embarrassment...
great in tissue... greater still
in pointless wars...
auxiliary pageant...
sure sure...
glorify the women...
last time i heard my ex-girlfriend
gave birth to her fourth child...
her fourth daughter...
i seriously should have been
born a ******* Mongol.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
plug-in your head music
remember being young
on a pogo stick
a unicycle
with training wheels
under
sunshine of your
love
o’ shine on
you crazy
diamond
run in the
jungle
feel the rain
on sunny day
and let it be
misunderstood
stop your moon tears?
run in Reeboks?
come on
you painter of
words
chew
good & plenty
plant
lime lima beans
kaleidoscope kale
juicy fruit gum
harvest
magenta mangos
paisley peaches
or go to an auction
bid on
T-bone
bubble gum
sprout beans
Tahitian telecaster
pre-rolled wagon wheel
sweet sixteen candles
Hound Dog Taylor’s
Brownie McGhee loafers
no?
yes?
don’t change
your lunatic fringe
in twilight’s open season
read
The Hidden Singer
dance
boogie woogie
cha-cha-cha
outside the house of the rising sun
so turn it up, Mr. James
your big wheel
keeps on turnin’
groove
to the little bird
who sings and sings
© 2011 chuck a stetson
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC
After John Prine:
**“There's flies in the kitchen,
I can hear 'em there buzzing,
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today”**
Mr. John Prine
<£>
There's flies in the kitchen,
all around my eyes and head,
they’re just gossiping bout me,
why most mornings
I’m still laying in bed
at almost near
noon-time, why too, them
angels and their a-fluttering wings,
a-flapping, still hanging around,
when they’re so far from home
truth be told, I kinda like new combinations,
the musical vibes, magic incantations,
boogie woogie, fuzzy buzzy eyelash sounds,
bluesy background harmonies against the
harps them angel wings are playing,
I’m getting every note writ down so,
I can play it well on the morrow, on my
following them higher up, all the ways up
on that glowing shining stairway to heaven,
guarantee-damn-teeing entrance through the
pearly gates for the flies and a lazy, no-account
worthless S.O.B. like me
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
I'm following the red pig
ziggety zag
i can smell her blood **** & ***
whipped and wet
thick as jelly
bouncy bouncy
belly gut trampoline
oodles up **** hole bazooka
her mind lavishly corrupt
nothing pained her but emptiness
her soul a poem of lust's dissolution
so give it
my red hot pig *****
gag hag
**** bag
valedictorian of kisses
i love the sweat wet
cascading dark waters
that run so raw
your lunch the history
of projectile salad and pizza
over glistening ***** and thighs
the ********* knows
pain is not punishment
but pleasure
spawned by unfulfilled intentions
i like it when you close your eyes
you appear so blameless
i pray looking up to your ******
that yields its delicate shade of feeling
like a bomb
blinkity blink puddle and squeeze
come my love for a frantic ****
and flapping jowls
on the frig of treasure
in the land of dungeons and ******
i bay at your ankles for attention
and a toe to kiss
many wish they lived here
especially the love sick
from whom all is withheld
i know i owe you tenderness
meet you in the bathroom
for a midnight date
where gawking tongues putter
inhaling White Widow Cheese
bound in straps and wide
for a lady business nose dive
neck bone lassoed
mouth gaping
like a twisted black coat hanger
shes out of her rolling marbles
ready to ****
boogie woogie raw
in broken maiden paradise
lovely beast of submission
she wobbles
dead cat bounce
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
Hey there, Dr. Winston O'Boogie!
How is it on clouds up above?
Do you watch them roll, watch 'em moving?
Or fly with a thousand doves?
Hey, hey, Dr. Winston O'Boogie!
Come! Write a prescription for us.
Remind us how to boogie-woogie
Again. We've forgotten. Alas.
(c)kRu, 1997
Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 10:02 AM UTC
Somebody went and dropped a house on us
Put fools into office to make us cuss.
Made all the rest of us feel hit by a bus.
Oh, no, we’re going to cry.
Some lazy people didn’t try to help,
Millions of us not quite as smart as kelp!
Now it is done, they don't hear us yelp.
Oh, no, we just might die.
Rumble, boogie
Boogie woogie oogie
People are running things that cannot read
Don’t have the background or wit they need
Letting our national resources go to seed
A scary bunch of good-for-nothings high on greed.
Oh, yes, we’re all a mess.
Cancelling the programs that helped the sick
******* public money like a ****** tick.
Hiring ****** lawyers for their ***** tricks.
Oh, no, it just began.
Rumble, boogie
They gave us a noogie.
Playing ugly war games on friend and foe
Not a single clue about where this may go.
Robbing Social Security as if we’d never know.
Oh, yes, they are the worst.
Trying to change the laws so we all fail
If we protest they want us all in jail.
Keep us so broke we can’t make the bail,
Unless we rise and stop them first.
Rumble, boogie
They gave us a noogie.
We could have voted last year to stop this crap
Now, good or bad we’ve fallen in their a trap.
Meanwhile the fat cats keep ****** in their lap.
We need to jail them for a very long nap.
Rumble, boogie
Boogie woogie oogie
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
I was banging out some music
When from the dark I heard a voice
Son, if you want to make a living
Then you gotta make a choice
I heard what you was playing
That was music, not just noise
Son, you wanna make a living
You gotta make your choice
Son, pass me that there growler
Over in the corner
Don't drop it, you'll be sorry if you do
It'll burn on through the florboards
It'll burn right on through to China
It's a wicked drink, A nasty witches brew
He said, I know you is the cleaner
You clean up when night is done
But, I've heard you from the alley
You're a bullet, shy one gun
Kid, you play piano like it ain't been played before
You're wasting your **** time in here cleaning up the floor
There's a whole world out there waiting, just go on through the door
Oh...they call me The Bluesman....before I say much more
I played some boogie woogie
something light just to begin
He said, boy...get that growler
I need some med-i-sin
He pulled up close beside me
Rubbed his face and scratched his chin
Now, follow close young player
The lesson will begin
We played for near five hours
Didn't hear the storm outside
We played what struck his fancy
We told stories, we both lied
He played that guitar so smoothly
With the strings so loosely tied
He brought things out from deep within me
Stripped bare, nowhere to hide
You got to feel the music
Not just play it to get paid
You got to let it lead you
You got to know why it was made
The folks who made this music
From the normal line had strayed
You got to feel the music
Play it right, you may get laid
He drank most of the growler
said, son, now I need to rest
I've heard bluesman all around here
And I'd say you're second best
There only is one bluesman
And then he puffed his chest
You met him, and he taught you
It's up to you to do the rest
I finished with my cleaning
Heard him leave and go out back
Then I heard the whistle
Of the train, pass on the track
I had to choose the music
Be a bluesman, not a hack
I learned that in five hours
I'd learn more when he came back
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
( that 's what we used to call em )
••
Pitter patter pitter patter
Hey boy
What's the matter ?
•
Yer dreams are all a'twirl !
Like ya just seen
A little oogie woogie wampum girl !
//
Beds a bouncing ceiling high
Don't hit yer head and knock out the light !
//
Wamp wamp wamp
Thru out the night !
The little Oogie woogie wampum girl !
///
She'll **** yer brains out Saturday night
**** your soul out Sunday
Soon you'll be nothin more
Than a slave - like zombie !
/:/
**** and ***
**** and ***
Weren't no reason
To pass up the chance !
••
You'll spend forever in your sleep
Throwing yerself on the garbage heap
Oh well
What the hell
Ya give it all up for a whirl
With the
Little
Oogie woogie wampum girl !!
WAMP
WAMP
WAMP
The
Little
Oogie woogie wampum girl
( that's what we used ta call em )
The
Little
Oogie woogie wampum girl
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
And all the monsters went disco dancing
The bats and ghast did join in too
The blazes lit the stage a flame
And they all recited the words to "fame"
And shouted "I want to live FOREVER"
Creepers and Steve did twist and twirl
But left out the hiss and boom
No fighting on the floor
Just strobing lights and boogie woogie feet
On the night all the monsters went disco dancing
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
& the helpless
Rather then let them just hang around
And destabilize the place
Thank god for law and order !!
Thank god for god !
( for he is our champion ! )
)(
we are surrounded by sheepled PC liberals
Trying to make us queer !
They are telling us to make love
To our mothers and to have ***
With the pope !
-
my son who is in 5th grade
Is taking a course called
HOW TO BEHEAD THE INFIDEL
And it is mandatory !
Or he will get no virgins for the afternoon
**** practice
)(
Them liberal obaminated ******** for Hillary !
Thank god I know !
•
:;:;:;
The days brain washings flow over me like waves at the beach a drunken sailor
and I boogie - woogie
With the heart beat of the American culture
As I zoom around the race track with my *** s
Blazing !
With the cameras rolling
And all the **** showing
And the flags a waving
But no homeless helpless people
Hanging around
Destabilizing the place
.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
A night of glo sticks, in shades full of neon, of raffles and crackers.
All sadly gone.
The neon will fade.
As will do the writers of words.
Passed poets and musicians must all be at peace.
Those that passed today, may play at Heavens Gate, a party for the rock stars gone.
A boogie woogie date.
Let the music play on
As Christmas is brewing, take a sip of a special cup.
A cup full of good cheer, but never enough.
To bring back to mind past lovers of passion who went out of their minds.
Who sang all the songs and spoke loving words, until what once was normal became so absurd.
The last days of the years I cry no more tears ,except for the artist who left us today.
Dedicated to the late great Joe Cocker and A.N.Other, my last one time lover.
(c) Livvi
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
.
The muse of the wandering
Minstrel man
||||
The Minstrel Man
( And his hot
Boogie - Woogie
Babe )
::
We got somethings we gotta get done
& like
I gotta do em with you
So I guess we got some talking to do
•
( I'll go first //
Give me a second to tune the guitar )
"""""
"""
"
Soft indian song lingers like
Smoke rising
From the hills
Like they're trying to tell us something
"
Like
EVERYTHING IS TRYING TO TELL US
SOMETHING
LIKE
WHAT REALLY IS GOING ON
::
Gentle story teller
Talking so purely
Whatever IS the news
""
We are lost in the poison of the
Violent dawn
The violent moving
Of
Immature images
Thru
Undeveloped minds
""""
The nations rise alongside
The midnight sense of ugliness
Along polluted waterways
)(
And SHE was there !!!
::
( whoever she is )
•
Do you know her ?
She talks about you constantly
To everyone
::.
The song plays on
:::
My guitar seems more than simply out of tune
)(
It is I out of touch
With the moving tapestry
••
The tapestry that weaves
Each of us
Life unto life
//
The Minstrel Man
lies down beside his
Boogie - Woogie
Babe
;:
It's a simple Love Story
Like all Love Stories
::
We walk serenely
Along the polluted waterways
,
Listen to our hushed and secret conversations
::
Yeah
That is something
You could do
;;
Well
I guess I've had my say
Now it's your turn
And then comes the hot Boogie -Woogie Babe
.
.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
D.D. is drawn
To places of remembrance
An animal magnetism
So naturally strong
You cannot help but ignore
Everyone around you and fall
D...D...Deep Down
Into valleys and ravines
Of boogie-woogie-oogie gone by
Bye
Bye
Bye
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC