EyeLook4U Poetry (435)

Well she keeps avoiding this and that's for certain
Just one little conversation
In person

I see no one at all who would be hurtin'
Just one little talk
In person

I wouldn't say anything mean
And there would be no flirtin'
Just chill out about the scene
I hear much better
In person

Goodbye from ear to ear would be respectfully kind
This way just doesn't seem to be workin'
Too many people want me to read their mind
I would rather hear yours
In person

Have a good morning
And keep the coffee perkin'
And maybe one day will be the right day
For one little talk
In person

The guys say this man is old
There are girls who say he's younger than his years
While some try to put his life on hold
The girls keep holding back their tears

Nothing would be said if a rich man were he
Cause everyone already knows
That's how the world turns out to be

Many have hearts with an angry burning sound
Trying to make his life idle and down
But there was something long ago he found
Faith would still be standing
And someday this young man will turn around

And all those who tried to make him weak and old
Will have finally lost their hold
The love he was meant for turned out to be real
Too bad you don't have the cards right now
Or it would be your deal

And someday when she reaches out her hand
There's something you should know
Maybe the cards were stacked on the day you had to let go

I have a neighbor I'll just call him neighbor ned
When I was seven or eight he hit me over the head
It was a short 2by4 but tap tap tap went neighbor ned

You see he had an intelligent plan
And with that 2by4 in his hand
And what no one till now has ever read
He wanted to prove that little boy was a gourdhead

So years later what he though was just empty space
Have a few words in there and he can't delete or erase
To my brothers he was good but to me not so
And now that you see neighbor ned stop by and say hello

Are your eyes brown
Or are they blue
Either way I'm your clown
Either way I'm your fool

No one thinks that you owe it to me
Ah what's that word apology
Oh shrug your shoulders and pout your lips
I guess that's as good as it gets

How many players do you have
Waiting in line to play the game
Flash their eyes and cause the pain

Writing doesn't give me a headache does it you
But I'm really getting tired
Tired of the game of brown or blue

There's someone sitting down
And a pitcher of beer on the table
Are the memories becoming clear now
I guess my words are never on cue
But why don't you both make a toast to brown or blue

The talkers and the takers
The pretty blue eyed heartbreakers
No better that all the other fakers in this world

I don't think she cares what I write
So it doesn't matter what I say
But if she wants me to stop
I guess it's not gonna stop today

Hercules can pull you
Ah don't you feel the awesome tug
Now don't get mad and don't turn blue
As you go slipping off the rug

Shopping at a peddlers mall is really ok
I ran into her and her daughter there they were holding a rebel flag on display
She asked if I had a Dixie spirit well honey don't you hear it
I guess it's not gonna stop today

For the spectators who hate me
And even how I pray
How high will be your reply
Since you know It's not gonna stop today

Always like that
That's what they say about him
But why do they get so mad
Oh were they always like that

Just what has he done
Has he hurt anyone
Why do they make fun
Or were they always like that

Some people are the jury
Some people are the judge
Some people have all the fury
And some people will never budge

Why do they hate
Why won't these chains break
Why does everyone but me carry a rake

Can you keep it under your hat
What I write might be read
It has to be like that
Cause what I really want to say can never be said

When you write something down
Their answers have to wait
And that's good cause right now
I'm the only horse out of the gate

Some people may have hissed
If they are still reading this
They are no longer sitting where they sat
And for them it has never been like that

Well who gave me all this to say might be up for debate
He's always like that
But since you no longer sit where you sat
I think it all sounds great

And as the choir sang
Bowed heads from the congregation hang
How fast their hearts were beating oh what a pace
And still mad at who won the race
Oh it was that crazy elvis mustang

The saga continues like tender love songs
You know where things are if you have traveled along
Will my words be done I couldn't say when
But I wonder yes I wonder just how this will end

I can think of two love songs two ladies sang long ago
I would like to send them to someone I know
If she would listen for just a few minutes would be so fine
To Look Who It Is and Long Long Time

I'll try to think of more words tomorrow
The next time I write I'm worried so
For nothing says more than a tender love song
Look who it is and tell me now where do I belong

Once upon a time I bought an el camino
Trying to impress a girl
She had some karaoke equipment you see
To load it on the el camino would have been easy as 1,2,3

When I first got it
It was about the color of her eyes
A real pretty blue
But you know how time has a way of taking it's due

Now it's faded and a little run down
And I believe it could still take me wherever I'm bound
But I guess I'll never drive again through that nichalosville town

But in case there's anyone like me I wanted to share the info
You see I figured out something a long time ago
But I didn't think of what I should have soon enough
And after all this time she still doesn't know

This isn't much of a story
And it happened a long time ago
But the moral of the story is this
You just can't impress a girl with an el camino

Long ago I sent lara croft a friend request on face book I got turned down
Long ago I dedicated a song to her at karaoke
It was called ocean front property
I guess I guess lara croft doesn't like me

Well after two strikes I said that was the end
Besides if the girl I really like
Ever found out oh lara croft I'm really out on a limb

Once at karaoke I had the stage name of Elvis Mustang
But the dj was to embarrassed to announce it
And lara croft never got to meet elvis mustang but that's ok
The girl I really like doesn't know about this I'd like to keep it that way

I could stop and let you think this was all made up
But it happens to be true and so it goes
Elvis mustang had a short career
So be careful with face book and karaoke that's all I know

Tick me off again
And see the flare of my pen
Once I could say naught
Now I can say and not be caught

So it's up to you gang up on the side you want
But think now and then
Before you tick me off again
Hesitate before you say amen

Years have passed so leave it at that
You see where it's at
It's at the flare of my pen
So tick me off again

Sometimes I write good sometimes I write bad
No it goes this way
Sometimes I write bad sometimes I write awful
Sometimes I write crazy sometimes I write serious
Sometimes I write rhymes sometimes I write delirious

Sometimes I write after before I write before
I never have any visitors come to my door
It's hard for people to understand me but when they finally do
At that time my visitors are zero more

I need to have a balance so I must change
Far too many love poems have been written by my name
Eyelook4u what kind of name is that
Do they think I've been married 4 times
Or was I hit in the head by a baseball bat

So I will write more crazy or normal subjects
As my brain begins to think
Besides I am already use to 0 comments
So I have no comments that stink

The real reason is this I must say
For a long time I have taken a chance
Each and every day
If that girl ever finds out about all those love poems
I'm in really big trouble

It's time to forget her
So begins my forget her crusade
No longer to be the idiot
For it has been one sided all the way

I will image to ride with Arthur
Should I come upon a damsel as pretty as she
I will look the other way and say to myself what must be must be
And I shall forget her for this is a gallant forget her crusade

Where the idiot has failed many times before
Fail no more fail no more
For this is the knightly way
And there is no one at all to stop my gallant forget her crusade