Last Commented Lyric Poems (681)

He came home from work and sat down,
"I don't feel so good," he said.
She went to get a cold washcloth,
When she came back he was dead.

How can a girl be a widow,
At the age of twenty-eight?
A heart attack is what they said,
What a cruel and brutal fate.

The family gathered for support,
In the basement of the church.
And people did what people do,
Try to heal each other's hurt.

The oldest daughter of the three,
Although she was barely six,
Had made her grandpa buy a tin,
Of a fancy candy mix.

This she sold to the other kids,
And she gathered up the change.
Then walked up to the coffin,
Where her fallen daddy lay.

She gently emptied out the tin,
Of coins on her fathers chest.
"Daddy never goes anywhere,
Without money," 'sall she said

All I want is Time.
Time with you by my side.
but everything's denied.
And I live on with this pain inside.

I see you on the street.
A friend by each of your sides.
You stop and say 'hi'.
But it's something that I fantasize.

When the night gets cold.
I dream I have you to hold.
I love this warmth that's inside.
I wake and find I cant have what's not mine

Everything upside down.
And I just want to know what its like
To have you around.

The economy sucks, no prospects found,
An' I ain't never stooped to robbery.
I'd be doin' all right, yeah mighty fine,
If I could only win the lottery.

Ain't got no job or even a car,
Unemployment checks are history.
It'd be okay, be a brand new day,
If I could only win the lottery.

I'd buy a big house and a fancy yacht,
Repay debts and my friends and family.
Every minute would be liesure time,
If I could only win the lottery.

I buy a few tickets every week,
So I'm doin' my part as you can see.
Wish the idjits would pick the right numbers,
So I could fin'lly win the lottery.

I'm sure that I will get a job,
Because I'm not being picky.
All I need's a foot in the door,
Cause I know how to be tricky.

I have been down this road before,
Way more times than I can mention.
All I need is a chance to show,
Abilities and intentions.

I show up ev'ry day and try,
Give my best to be productive.
Cause moving up the ladder is,
Always my workin' objective

May not be strong or fast as once,
But maybe a little smarter.
Reliable, concientious,
Fast learner and a self-starter.

He never went to war because,
They just seemed so unjust.
All fought for greed or politics,
Some old men's power lust.

His father in the big one went,
The evil axis fell.
He liked to think if he'd lived then,
That he'd have gone as well.

The many men he'd met who claimed,
To love their country most,
Had more seemed charmed by violence,
Bravado, blood and boast.

And yet he knew that warriors,
Were often brave in fact.
When fearlessly they battled to,
Protect their buddies backs.

So when he saw his country's flag,
It filled his heart with pride,
And gave a heartfelt thank you to,
The ones who'd fought and died.

The birds were panicked, terrorized,
Were well aware something was up.
They flapped and squawked around the pen,
A threat'ning shadow loomed above.

The first four spooked into the coop,
Trapped in there by a crude wire gate.
When the roof was raised two flew out,
Thus striving to escape their fate.

These two were captured easily,
Trapped in a corner, grabbed by legs.
But these turned out to be the ones,
Meant to be kept for laying eggs.

The rest were destined for the pan,
And somehow they seemed to sense it.
So desp'rately they struggled as,
They realized the intentions.

When you hold chickens by their feet,
And then hang them upsidedown.
Then smooth the neck down to the head,
A quiet calmness will abound.

The rest was rote, mechanical,
Beheading, plucking, wings and feet.
It's not a pretty process but,
This is the way we get our meat.

I love you so and always will,
On that you can depend.
Though we're again so far apart,
With only words to send.

Our time together was so brief,
So swiftly did it pass.
I treasure ev'ry moment now,
In memory it lasts.

Each day is spent now, struggling,
To make my dreams come true.
Hard though it be, somehow must find,
The pathway back to you.

Up in a deer blind in the wood,
Some thirty years ago,
I watched and waited for a buck,
That somehow failed to show.

Just tiny finches, rainbow hued,
And squirrels rustling leaves,
The only breaks to silence as,
I peered among the trees.

I turned to look behind me and,
Beheld a wondrous sight.
Upon a log, there perched an owl,
Majestic, snowy white.

So rare a thing in these warm climes,
I'd never seen before.
Stood there in awe above him as,
He scanned the forest floor.

Not finding prey to suit his taste,
He spread his wings to fly.
So graceful and so beautiful,
As he took to the sky.

In all my life I won't forget,
The way it felt that day.
Dumbstruck and humbled, reverant,
I watched him fly away.

I wish I was a fly on the wall
Then I could hear what she was saying
To my good friend Saul
Does she even like me at all
I sure wish I was a fly on the wall
Everytime I hear the phone ring I hope its her call
I would know,if only I was a fly on the wall
Yes I wish I was a fly on the wall
Then I would know if she really liked me at all
My friend Saul said she really does like me
I would be able to see for myself
If only I was a fly on the wall

I love money, I love cash.
I’ve got to keep my money in a stash.
‘Cause money and me’s a spendin’ spree.
A buck, a buck, a buck, a buck, a buck.

I love money just for me.
I love the moola jive that it gives me.
My money and me, we’re currency.
A coin, a bill, a check, a card, a click.

I love money clean and crisp.
Whoops! Mr. Greenspan, I’m a ‘puter disk.
Do it on line. Your credit is fine.
A buck, a buck, a buck, a buck, a buck.

Oh, slip me a Grant and a Franklin or two.
And I’ll spend it all on you know who.
Drop a fiver in my cup, Joe. Taking it slow.
Teller! Teller! Where’s the teller?

I love diamonds. I love gems.
Hey! Mr. Greenspan. I’m an ATM.
It’s not hard to slip in your card.
A buck, a buck, a buck, a buck, a buck.

Oh, give me a Euro. I’ll take a Yen.
I love all the money that I can spend.
Transfer funds to my account, Rick. Do it quick!
Banker! Banker! Where’s the banker?

I love money. I love dough.
I love the credit card that gives me mo’.
Money for free and the jivin’ and me.
The loot, the loot, the loot, the loot, the loot.

I love money nice and green.
I love it better than the coffee bean.
Forget the jug and fill up my mug
with a buck, a buck, a buck, a buck.