Poems (34,323)

Marigolds in June can thrive, its Cosmos that do survive, in April and May, who knows what to say, but certain roses bloom all year round, Chantilly Lace shows its grace, but Cinnamon Snow is the way to go. I think, well, it's swim or sink!

I loved you on SNL
My favorite bit by you was frequent flyer
You made Ghostbusters fun
You gave a great speech in Meatballs and Scrooged
You even made dieing funny in Zombieland
It's been 46 years of funny from you
Now it comes to find out you did something bad on the set of a movie
The men are just now having to have some consequences
Where in the past they just did as they pleased
Mostly getting away with bad behavior
Bill Cosby comes to mind
So does Kevin Spacey
And my old boss from Hardee's
I even have a few in my own family, one who died in prison from agent orange
One of the many atrocities of the Vietnam war
Abraham Lincoln once said
I do good I feel good, I do bad I feel bad, this is my religion
Apparently these guys flipped the script

Where there is air
there is a radio dial
I recall as a child
out in the country
tuning in Sydney 2SM
on our big aerial
for music seldom heard
at home, oh what a
mystery from foreign shores
it came. Rock, rock
Uriah Heep
Deep Purple
taking the teenager away.

These days I seldom listen
to the radio, even though
no visual is actually enticing.
Do you still?

Spaceman,
Laser guns,
Killing off races,
Having fun,-
The Ape-man,
Well, he claimed my cave,
He ate my food,
Then he ate my slaves,-

There's no place,-

Gypsyman,
Told us why?,
And how to live forever,
And touch the sky?,
The Doobieman,
Ha, you all remember him!,
Well, he sells only the best!,
No seeds and stems,-

There's no place,
Like--
There's no - no - no place like space!-

Psychicman,
And the future he saw,
The Planet of the Apes!,
He's seen to far!,
The Musicman,
Tuning his tunes,
Thrash Heavy Metal!,
Changed into blues,-

There is no!
There's no - no - no place like space,
There is no!
No place like space!-

Had you told me yesterday
I would not be waiting on tomorrows tears
The silence of your precious heart
Is still ringing in my ears

Such a distant goodbye
As you drove down the road
The smoke from your old car
Has left a giant scar as it strangled my soul

Now a man of solid blue
Is what I'll always be
Had you told me yesterday
Now I'll always remember that's when you turned twenty three

Tractor broke down in the garden
Clothesline on the ground after a strong wind
Had you told me yesterday
I would never see you again

Yesterday we met for the first time, no not face to face...His voice like a snake charmer...I was so desperate for just a word to make feel like a desirable woman and oh boy did he have an arcenal...he kept firing them...my body began to get warm and felt like I was on fire...feelings that were dormant for years starting rear their head...my mind was telling me stop ...but now I was so close to edge...sheer joy and fireworks exploded...When it was over..chatter in mind began, how could you be so stupid...all I could tell myself ..it felt so good...then shame began...I was naked and I heard a voice ...call my name and asked.. Where are you..?? What have you done?? I replied Replied I donot know!! Today he called but I didn't answer...I am good for another couple if years. Made my repentance...Now I will focus on my soul once again.

I'd like to present this award from the Academy Of Hell,

To Mr Putin, for his contribution, he has done so well, the world can tell, he has superseded all expectation, in his efforts to wipe out a peaceful nation, he can now join OUR ranks, no need for thanks, of our elite, so Mr President, WE WILL MEET,... AND I'LL BE HERE TO GREET YOU, Vladimir , You'll soon be here,

It's your destiny, your place to be, here with me, IN MISERY!

Perhaps you saw me walking on the street with my head hanging down and you wondered why..perhaps you saw ne at my desk at work with my head hanging down and you wondered why..maybe you thought to yourself why such a beautiful lady is always looking down. If you only knew ...the beating last night was because I burnt his dinner...This morning it was because I forgot to iron his shirt. So next time you see me with my head hanging down..don't wonder . Speak to me words of encouargement and life..

We live in captivity because we believe this is reality, nothing new, we can't see, the real you or the real me, it will always be the same, until we end this game, but then it starts anew, never a whole new me and never a whole new you.

I hear of this plan of "the creator" can it be?, seems very strange to me, a creator who can create such misery?, and all for what? and why should this be?, is there something I've missed? that I cannot see?

What does the "creator" want to create?, if the "creator" created the you and the me, why would it be we cannot see what "the creator" wants us to be, does the "creator" just watch to see, how we end this story?

And will "the creator" just start anew, over and over, constantly new, a never endiing cycle of thoughtful energy, created by you, by me, you will see, eventually!