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Neighbors (part 1)
Once, everything finally set into place,
All got scattered out- deep into space,
Aliens, they're always watching me,
They hang with my neighbor,
From across the street,--
Strange lights and sounds,
As if making they're plans,
Speaking some language,
No one here could understand,--
So, I set up my perimeter,
Tripwire and landmines,
But, like angels from above,
Lights fell from the sky,--
(chorus): Is this real or in my head?,
What in the Hell is this?,---
Well, out came my neighbor,
Just as no surprise,
With a spacesuit on,
And a glaze in his eyes,--
"Why don't you come take a trip with me?"
"Good accommodations and upper class hospitality,"--
Imagine different places and different worlds,
But just like from Sling Blade,
He sounded like Carl!,--
"ah hmm, You shouldn't be singing songs like that,
you gonna scare these boys and girls! hmm,
Why don't yaw kids come on with me,
We'll go get some of them there French fried taters, ah hmm,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?,
Who in the Hell is this?,---
I took a few steps back,
And then I cocked my gun,
But, then came the military,
And the Air Force One,--
What I saw,
Please allow me to explain,
That Biden and the aliens,
Knew each other by name,--
Pissed off and hurt,
Well, my neighbor he walked on home,
His 15 minutes of fame,
That day is now long been gone,--
But, I still see him around,
Once in a while,
Staring towards space,
Wearing a smile!,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?
Where in the Hell is this?---
{{ The music fades as a Coocoo bird chirps louder; then,
different sounds of birds over sound into Neighbors
(part 2) Only The Birds Understand. }}
All got scattered out- deep into space,
Aliens, they're always watching me,
They hang with my neighbor,
From across the street,--
Strange lights and sounds,
As if making they're plans,
Speaking some language,
No one here could understand,--
So, I set up my perimeter,
Tripwire and landmines,
But, like angels from above,
Lights fell from the sky,--
(chorus): Is this real or in my head?,
What in the Hell is this?,---
Well, out came my neighbor,
Just as no surprise,
With a spacesuit on,
And a glaze in his eyes,--
"Why don't you come take a trip with me?"
"Good accommodations and upper class hospitality,"--
Imagine different places and different worlds,
But just like from Sling Blade,
He sounded like Carl!,--
"ah hmm, You shouldn't be singing songs like that,
you gonna scare these boys and girls! hmm,
Why don't yaw kids come on with me,
We'll go get some of them there French fried taters, ah hmm,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?,
Who in the Hell is this?,---
I took a few steps back,
And then I cocked my gun,
But, then came the military,
And the Air Force One,--
What I saw,
Please allow me to explain,
That Biden and the aliens,
Knew each other by name,--
Pissed off and hurt,
Well, my neighbor he walked on home,
His 15 minutes of fame,
That day is now long been gone,--
But, I still see him around,
Once in a while,
Staring towards space,
Wearing a smile!,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?
Where in the Hell is this?---
{{ The music fades as a Coocoo bird chirps louder; then,
different sounds of birds over sound into Neighbors
(part 2) Only The Birds Understand. }}
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
This song (poem) I wrote 1-18-11 should be easy to understand. It's about my neighbor and politics at that time and place; but, a few changes in my writing to fit into today. I once had a neighbor who claimed he was abducted by aliens and the way he spoke sounded actually just like Carl from Sling Blade. At that time Obama was president. This song is comedy.
The Boundless Explorer
Travelling a lonely road
my mandolin beside me,
This bleak steep winding pathway,
to the top of a hill
My thoughts so bright so clear today,
I hope they last forever.
Warriors escort me to horizons,
I was always waiting for.
No matter where they lead me,
I will be ready to be there.
The rocky path is cold and dark,
blue sky turning grey.
But today I wont stumble,
just climb up to the distant stars.
My knowing mandolin just plays
every story that I lived.
I feel so free on this hill.
Wonder what the reason is?
Lightening strikes within me,
but still I feel no wounds.
I feel this is a reckless dream,
and It wont ever let me go.
Soaring as fast as possible,
take me there before the dawn
The smoke is all around me,
the road has left time far behind.
The sky black and unseen.
the air hot and dry.
Waiting for rain drumming,
on ground I can’t remember
All I knew now somewhere else,
All to it's end will come.
Despite the bloody weather
road so full of broken bones
ever closer to my goal,
never knowing what's ahead
I reach the top the hard way.
glance restfully behind the hill,
To see a haunting thought of mine,
in the middle of my head.
I am so free on this hill.
Knowing what the reason was
That lightening struck within me,
not leaving any wounds
I know this is my reckless dream,
but I wont ever let it go.
Soaring as fast as possible
I'll be there before dawn
my mandolin beside me,
This bleak steep winding pathway,
to the top of a hill
My thoughts so bright so clear today,
I hope they last forever.
Warriors escort me to horizons,
I was always waiting for.
No matter where they lead me,
I will be ready to be there.
The rocky path is cold and dark,
blue sky turning grey.
But today I wont stumble,
just climb up to the distant stars.
My knowing mandolin just plays
every story that I lived.
I feel so free on this hill.
Wonder what the reason is?
Lightening strikes within me,
but still I feel no wounds.
I feel this is a reckless dream,
and It wont ever let me go.
Soaring as fast as possible,
take me there before the dawn
The smoke is all around me,
the road has left time far behind.
The sky black and unseen.
the air hot and dry.
Waiting for rain drumming,
on ground I can’t remember
All I knew now somewhere else,
All to it's end will come.
Despite the bloody weather
road so full of broken bones
ever closer to my goal,
never knowing what's ahead
I reach the top the hard way.
glance restfully behind the hill,
To see a haunting thought of mine,
in the middle of my head.
I am so free on this hill.
Knowing what the reason was
That lightening struck within me,
not leaving any wounds
I know this is my reckless dream,
but I wont ever let it go.
Soaring as fast as possible
I'll be there before dawn
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Nerd timeI play Fantasy RPG games
In one D&D setting I play a Character that is a Bard
Another song/Poem By the Bard Allwyn Marcher
Red Dragon Island
Led by relentless bent to wander,
searching marvels which to ponder.
Spying out a rocky highland,
we land upon red dragon island.
Horizon to horizon destruction spread,
laid waste by fire, full of dread.
Streams where once did verdance thrive,
broken bloated corpses now do lie.
Across blasted, burning moat,
to Cavern deep, retreat unsought.
Recoiling from foul breath stench,
On pommel do the fingers clench.
A roar shatters, rents and wrenches,
ripping gashes in our senses.
lips a'curling Nostrils flare,
eyes glow with hungers fire.
The ancient, red 'neath leather wings,
whispers promise of the death it brings.
Teeth of ivory, finely honed,
Sharpened on the scattered bones.
Seeking searching scent of life,
piercing deepest gloom with clearest sight.
Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse.
Evil bringer, unnatural force
With talons locked and greedy eyes,
trying to seize defenseless prize.
Pulling victims to its maw,
sparkling teeth, slathering jaws.
Finding new courage terror assuaged,
rallying as music is played.
Facing down death with companions dear,
we overcome dragon fear.
playing tunes meant to tantalize,
and then to slow and blind it's eye.
singing songs so to detain,
The dragon rage with their refrain.
We fought as music lulled it's senses.
Fought as music firmed our defenses.
This was the way the beast to conquer,
with music iron, steel, and magic conjured.
Claws flailed reaching for our destruction,
biting tearing mangling crushing.
It's fury rising to know no avail,
safe in the dance we did prevail.
With sword arrow spell and song,
finally the beast was done.
For the music had all inspired,
and the evil dragon had expired
With good cheer and many a smile,
we sailed our way from that bleak Isle.
For now dead lies that fiend within its cave,
insuring more than I be saved.
searching marvels which to ponder.
Spying out a rocky highland,
we land upon red dragon island.
Horizon to horizon destruction spread,
laid waste by fire, full of dread.
Streams where once did verdance thrive,
broken bloated corpses now do lie.
Across blasted, burning moat,
to Cavern deep, retreat unsought.
Recoiling from foul breath stench,
On pommel do the fingers clench.
A roar shatters, rents and wrenches,
ripping gashes in our senses.
lips a'curling Nostrils flare,
eyes glow with hungers fire.
The ancient, red 'neath leather wings,
whispers promise of the death it brings.
Teeth of ivory, finely honed,
Sharpened on the scattered bones.
Seeking searching scent of life,
piercing deepest gloom with clearest sight.
Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse.
Evil bringer, unnatural force
With talons locked and greedy eyes,
trying to seize defenseless prize.
Pulling victims to its maw,
sparkling teeth, slathering jaws.
Finding new courage terror assuaged,
rallying as music is played.
Facing down death with companions dear,
we overcome dragon fear.
playing tunes meant to tantalize,
and then to slow and blind it's eye.
singing songs so to detain,
The dragon rage with their refrain.
We fought as music lulled it's senses.
Fought as music firmed our defenses.
This was the way the beast to conquer,
with music iron, steel, and magic conjured.
Claws flailed reaching for our destruction,
biting tearing mangling crushing.
It's fury rising to know no avail,
safe in the dance we did prevail.
With sword arrow spell and song,
finally the beast was done.
For the music had all inspired,
and the evil dragon had expired
With good cheer and many a smile,
we sailed our way from that bleak Isle.
For now dead lies that fiend within its cave,
insuring more than I be saved.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Nerd timeI play Fantasy RPG games
In one D&D setting I play a Character that is a Bard
Another song/Poem By the Bard Allwyn Marcher
it is self explanatory
Bright And Pretty
A lonely man,
At a lonely bar,
Both put together,
Seems to only go but so far,-
A loud woman,
On a loud street,
And for the right price,
She doesn't care who she meets,-
A drunk wino,
And his bottle,
As he's slurring his words,
He's falling into full throttle,-
Just another night,
In the city,
Better than the day, baby
Bright and pretty,--
The high hippie,
High in the clouds,
Knowing that there is no way,
To bring him down,-
An old lady,
Sitting on an old bench,
Watching the children play,
There she sits,-
Just stop to wonder,
Of how time flies,
Best get moving,
Before you die,--
Just check out the kids,
In the kids arcade,
Just look and listen,
They have a lot to say,-
The drunk wino,
And his new full bottle,
And as begins to slur his words,
He's kicking into full throttle,-
Just another day,
In the city,
Better than the night, baby
Bright and pretty
At a lonely bar,
Both put together,
Seems to only go but so far,-
A loud woman,
On a loud street,
And for the right price,
She doesn't care who she meets,-
A drunk wino,
And his bottle,
As he's slurring his words,
He's falling into full throttle,-
Just another night,
In the city,
Better than the day, baby
Bright and pretty,--
The high hippie,
High in the clouds,
Knowing that there is no way,
To bring him down,-
An old lady,
Sitting on an old bench,
Watching the children play,
There she sits,-
Just stop to wonder,
Of how time flies,
Best get moving,
Before you die,--
Just check out the kids,
In the kids arcade,
Just look and listen,
They have a lot to say,-
The drunk wino,
And his new full bottle,
And as begins to slur his words,
He's kicking into full throttle,-
Just another day,
In the city,
Better than the night, baby
Bright and pretty
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
I wrote this piece 3/27/1998. It's a blues/ a little jazz song. Every cities the same, except the people that live there.War And Peace
One day; the invalid king, well, he raised his brow,
Sent off the best that he had,
To slow that army down,
Against demons, warlocks, witches, imps,
And beasts of the unknown,
Before the battle began,
It was already carved into stone,--
What stands between war and peace,
Is that love between you and me?--
A psychedelic storm,
Then the moon broke through,
Hail to the Captain!,
Was sung from the crew,
A rumble in the waters,
And, who could that be?,
It was Neptune himself!
Was the last thing they would see,--
What stands between war and peace,
Is this love between you and me?--
Thousands of years come to pass,
From the price we've paid,
What has happened to us all?
No one here would say,-
The life we live now,
You know it's only a game,
Chivalry long gone,
And everyone's to blame,--
What stands between war and peace,
Is there love between you and me?--
Sent off the best that he had,
To slow that army down,
Against demons, warlocks, witches, imps,
And beasts of the unknown,
Before the battle began,
It was already carved into stone,--
What stands between war and peace,
Is that love between you and me?--
A psychedelic storm,
Then the moon broke through,
Hail to the Captain!,
Was sung from the crew,
A rumble in the waters,
And, who could that be?,
It was Neptune himself!
Was the last thing they would see,--
What stands between war and peace,
Is this love between you and me?--
Thousands of years come to pass,
From the price we've paid,
What has happened to us all?
No one here would say,-
The life we live now,
You know it's only a game,
Chivalry long gone,
And everyone's to blame,--
What stands between war and peace,
Is there love between you and me?--
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
I wrote this one 1-18-11. It consists of story, myth, to reality; or, just a song depending on how you look at it.
Ball Game
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Give me Corona and Crackerjacks
I don't care if I never get back
Root root root for the home team
If they don't win it's a sin
For it's 1 0 4 and you're out of the whole ball game!
Take me out to the crowd
Give me Corona and Crackerjacks
I don't care if I never get back
Root root root for the home team
If they don't win it's a sin
For it's 1 0 4 and you're out of the whole ball game!
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
I wrote this parody of Take Me Out To The Ballgame last year when the corona virus was shutting down all sports. I remember seeing the Minnesota Twins play on TV in a bar in Minnesota and seeing cardboard cutouts of people in the stands.Laughter Of The Wizard
The Wizard grinned at his forsaken sins,
Up from the gallows- there he went,
Hearing the sounds of the ancient chimes,
"The moon is full- now I must fly,"
Spreading his wings aimed towards the sky,
Of what Angels feared, mortal man had to hide,
Demons warring by his side,
On the ground, the great warriors ride,
The first warrior, he withdrew his sword,
Through demon flesh- there it soared,
His piece of steel spoke so loud,
The Wizard laughed, then struck him down--
The second warrior, he carried his axe,
Stepping into a world of all black mass,
Almost victorious across the land,
The Wizard laughed, and turned him into sand--
The third warrior fought with his spear,
For in his heart, he had no fear,
Killing over a thousand in one day,
The Wizard laughed, and cast him into clay--
The fourth warrior, protected by his shield,
To no man; nor, beast he would not yield,
The Wizard laughed, without giving chance,
He changed the warrior into grass--
The Wizard got jazzed!
The fifth warrior killed with a dagger,
But, the odds against him made him stagger,
Beginning to lose his will and desire,
The Wizard laughed, changing him into fire--
The sixth warrior had no soul,
His weapons were his guitar and Rock-n-Roll,
Through his music the Wizard frowned,
Blinded his magic due to the sound--
The Wizard found himself at his wishing well,
Screaming out of how he failed,
Sworn to vengeance,
But, now he dwells,
Inside the deepest hole in Hell-
Up from the gallows- there he went,
Hearing the sounds of the ancient chimes,
"The moon is full- now I must fly,"
Spreading his wings aimed towards the sky,
Of what Angels feared, mortal man had to hide,
Demons warring by his side,
On the ground, the great warriors ride,
The first warrior, he withdrew his sword,
Through demon flesh- there it soared,
His piece of steel spoke so loud,
The Wizard laughed, then struck him down--
The second warrior, he carried his axe,
Stepping into a world of all black mass,
Almost victorious across the land,
The Wizard laughed, and turned him into sand--
The third warrior fought with his spear,
For in his heart, he had no fear,
Killing over a thousand in one day,
The Wizard laughed, and cast him into clay--
The fourth warrior, protected by his shield,
To no man; nor, beast he would not yield,
The Wizard laughed, without giving chance,
He changed the warrior into grass--
The Wizard got jazzed!
The fifth warrior killed with a dagger,
But, the odds against him made him stagger,
Beginning to lose his will and desire,
The Wizard laughed, changing him into fire--
The sixth warrior had no soul,
His weapons were his guitar and Rock-n-Roll,
Through his music the Wizard frowned,
Blinded his magic due to the sound--
The Wizard found himself at his wishing well,
Screaming out of how he failed,
Sworn to vengeance,
But, now he dwells,
Inside the deepest hole in Hell-
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
I wrote this one 10-17-94, just barely over two months after I "turned on, tuned in, and dropped out" and went to Woodstock '94! lol Putting this in here, I thought it might put a little change of climate into some readers minds. Something wild and out of the ordinary, perhaps?WI Dells
Wisconsin Dells
Is a place I feel pretty well
Mini golf at Pirate's Cove
Walk up main street where i like to rove
Fudge shops, souvenir shops, and cheese
There's always something that will make you pleased
Timbavati Zoo is better now in any weather
Especially when they thinned out the Macaw Parrots
So they weren't pulling out each other feathers
Wisconsin Deer Park is nice this time of year
If you like feeding deer
Kalahari has it all
If it decides to rain, you can mini golf and hit your ball
Moose Jaw and Macs are good places to eat
There are plenty more good resturants for a treat
Cambrian sandstone rock formations on the Wisconsin River
They have a beauty that will always deliver
So the place up there is just fun
And the 95 mile drive is a pretty run
Is a place I feel pretty well
Mini golf at Pirate's Cove
Walk up main street where i like to rove
Fudge shops, souvenir shops, and cheese
There's always something that will make you pleased
Timbavati Zoo is better now in any weather
Especially when they thinned out the Macaw Parrots
So they weren't pulling out each other feathers
Wisconsin Deer Park is nice this time of year
If you like feeding deer
Kalahari has it all
If it decides to rain, you can mini golf and hit your ball
Moose Jaw and Macs are good places to eat
There are plenty more good resturants for a treat
Cambrian sandstone rock formations on the Wisconsin River
They have a beauty that will always deliver
So the place up there is just fun
And the 95 mile drive is a pretty run
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
I've been going to WI Dells since 1985 when my friend Todd and his mom and dad took me to Family Land(now Mt Olympus, Noah's Ark(Waterpark), and Tommy Bartlett's Robot World, which are still there.
Scar on my skin
my wrists shackled to her feet
Laughing at my will breaking
a wretch in black lipstick has me
without bones I'm crawling
she stakes her nails in me
scratching my back
blood drains free
venom seeps in and I'm shaking
I sit at my alter
she is my goddess
for her not faulter
she'll keep me in bondage
I am the stain on her soul
she's the scars on mine
without her I'm cold
without me she's fine
Laughing at my will breaking
a wretch in black lipstick has me
without bones I'm crawling
she stakes her nails in me
scratching my back
blood drains free
venom seeps in and I'm shaking
I sit at my alter
she is my goddess
for her not faulter
she'll keep me in bondage
I am the stain on her soul
she's the scars on mine
without her I'm cold
without me she's fine
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Posted: Aug 2019
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I’m stuck in Medford (Oregon)
Giddy anticipation
as the wheels are touchin, dowwwn
Can’t contain excitement
once my plane is on the grouuund
Grabbing my suitcase, a’rollin
heading through the gate
I’m prayin all’s okay
cuz the flight’s a little late
a little laaaa-ay-eh-ate
Been tryna hook up, darlin
ever since the light of day-ay.
But when I call ya, honey
well your phone just rings awaaay
Awayyy – ay – eh hay
Well I, been stuck in Medford
and I don’t know what to do – ooo.
I’ve done all that I could,
tryin to get ahold of you.
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do – ooo?
See the plan’s to be out
in celebration of Thanksgiving
Holy rollers giving chase:
“Repent, you do the Devil’s bidding”
Anxiety’s a’houndin me
inside this airline
No matter how I’m callin, you
just won’t pick up the line
It was kinda short notice
so things didn’t go as planned
Plus the phone went dead
meanwhile, traffic is at hand
aaa-aat haaaand
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do-ooo?
You approach, shaking your head
so, apologetically
You say: “Traffic outta nowhere
and a dead phone battery-eee”
Somehow forgot the charger
so I couldn’t let you know.
I’m so sorry, by the way
How did your flying gooo?”
“It’s alright my love, shit happens
The flights were, such a breeze
Now I’m ever-so elated
cuz I’m with the bee’s kneeees
The beeee’s knee-heee-eee-eees
Been tryna hook up, darlin
ever since the light of day-ay.
But when I call ya, honey
well your phone just rings away
I, been stuck in Medford
and I don’t know what to do – ooo.
I’ve done all that I could,
tryin to get ahold of you.
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do – ooo?
© November 17, 2020, L. Karriem
as the wheels are touchin, dowwwn
Can’t contain excitement
once my plane is on the grouuund
Grabbing my suitcase, a’rollin
heading through the gate
I’m prayin all’s okay
cuz the flight’s a little late
a little laaaa-ay-eh-ate
Been tryna hook up, darlin
ever since the light of day-ay.
But when I call ya, honey
well your phone just rings awaaay
Awayyy – ay – eh hay
Well I, been stuck in Medford
and I don’t know what to do – ooo.
I’ve done all that I could,
tryin to get ahold of you.
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do – ooo?
See the plan’s to be out
in celebration of Thanksgiving
Holy rollers giving chase:
“Repent, you do the Devil’s bidding”
Anxiety’s a’houndin me
inside this airline
No matter how I’m callin, you
just won’t pick up the line
It was kinda short notice
so things didn’t go as planned
Plus the phone went dead
meanwhile, traffic is at hand
aaa-aat haaaand
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do-ooo?
You approach, shaking your head
so, apologetically
You say: “Traffic outta nowhere
and a dead phone battery-eee”
Somehow forgot the charger
so I couldn’t let you know.
I’m so sorry, by the way
How did your flying gooo?”
“It’s alright my love, shit happens
The flights were, such a breeze
Now I’m ever-so elated
cuz I’m with the bee’s kneeees
The beeee’s knee-heee-eee-eees
Been tryna hook up, darlin
ever since the light of day-ay.
But when I call ya, honey
well your phone just rings away
I, been stuck in Medford
and I don’t know what to do – ooo.
I’ve done all that I could,
tryin to get ahold of you.
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do?
I’m stuck in Medford…
wooo wooo.
I’m stuck in Medford,
what can I do – ooo?
© November 17, 2020, L. Karriem
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
This is a song that I wrote when I was dating the Scorpio Chiropractor. I'm still trying to get a melody on it - when that doesn't come, it tends to be the absolute most difficult part of the song writing process for me.Wish I played an instrument, I am certain that would help.
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