To Meredith

Are you?  

Are you?

Are you still  beautiful?

I bet you are.  

This post is dedicated to my dear sweet cousin, Meredith.  I first bonded with her when she was 7 years old and as cute as all outdoors.  She is beautiful now, a real Major League Babe -- or at least a Major League Babe-In-Training (look at her Mom to see where she is going).  Unfortunately, I can’t see that anymore.

Meredith is turning 15

She must be really blossoming

I bet she’s a real beauty queen

She grabs my heart, and I do sing:  

Obe-la-dee, obe-la-dye

Life goes on, sigh

Tho its passin’ me by

As I look back on a memory

Ah, I think of twinkle toe shoes

Hope you got ‘em under your tree

Obe-la-dee, obe-la-doees

Obe-la-dee, obe-la-dye

Life goes on, sigh

Tho its passin’ me by

  

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I wonder if I still can

Stand tall in my mama’s heart

I wonder if I still can

Stand tall in my daddy’s eye

I wonder if I still can

Greet a tassel head with “Boo Boo”

I wonder if I still can

Fly high like a bird in the sky

I wonder if I still can

Make friends like there is no end

I wonder if I still can

Remember better days

I wonder if I

I wonder

I

A Poem For Pat

And a nod to Bob Seger:  

Just take those old records off the shelf

I sit and listen to ‘em by myself

I turn ABBA up real loud

I’m part of the dancin’ crowd

In my mind, we go ‘round and ‘round

Lights flash to the beat of the sound

There is no pausing in between

Look at me, I’m the dancin’ queen!

Don't Let It Be

The days roll on by, and darkness is all I can see

And I’m searching for an answer for me

I feel the warmth of a light shining down on me

Shine onto tomorrow, don’t let it be

Oh, yeah, don’t give up

Don’t stop believin’

Don’t ever give up

Hold on, hold on to that feelin’

Don’t go gently into that good night

Don’t give up, ah, don’t ever give up

Instead of saying “goodbye” to sight

Slap tomorrow in the face, chin up

Don’t give up, ah, don’t ever give up

Don’t let it be, don’t let it be

Hey, Paul McCartney, Jim Valvano, Journey and Robert Frost -- that’s a good days work!  :p

Those Bricks Of NC State

I had a fella Wolfpacker challenged me to write a poem ’bout the red brick sidewalks of NC State -- this is what I got so far: 

Cutting across the Court of Carolina
The red brick sidewalks of NC State
Pass beneath my feet, my friend
Reminds me of a better time
When the days seemed to never end
And the future was all mine

Big Boobs

Some of my friends feel that they have been, uh, challenged in the boob department.  I wrote this for them (and fans of AC/DC will recognize the inspiration)....

You got big boobs, your boobs are always bouncing to the left to the right

For those of us who like to watch, it is an amazing sight

You got big boobs, your boobs never sag, your boobs never fall

And everybody says you got the biggest boobs of all

When you strip off your school girl uniform

Your boobs will pop out

Your cups runneth over, straining your bra

Makes me want to shout :

You got big boobs, your boobs are so firm, your boobs are perky

And everybody says you got the finest boobs to see

You got big boobs, I got big boobs, we all got big boobs

This is my heaven, my heaven of big boobs!

Seriously, the size of your boobs is not important -- what is important is who they are attached to… and that they are available for a lil’ fun!  ;)

Ode To Bella

Please Don’t Cry, Live And Let Die!

Please

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry for me

Girl, I love you so, I want you

To dry your eyes, wipe away your tears

Please

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry for me

Girl, lets try to find, find a way

To roll back, ah, roll back those years

There is a girl who’s been on my mind, all the time

She is no fella, ah-h, her name is Bella

My mood is not always sour

I do laugh as well as cry

It’s not always my darkest hour

But sometimes --

You gotta say live and let die!

Come Slip Away

I’m slippin’ away

Don’t know when I’ll be back again

I’m slippin’ away

I’m pretty sure this is the end

Come slip away, come slip away, come slip away with me

Come slip away, come slip away, come slip away be free!

I can’t go on anymore

Ah, don’t you know, don’t you even care?

I can’t go on anymore

This burden is too much to ever bear

Come slip away, come slip away, come slip away with me

Come slip away, come slip away, come slip away be free!

It’s getting harder to greet each day

Come slip away, come slip away

COME SLIP AWAY

What's The Matter?

Me: Ah….

My Mom: What’s the matter?

Me: Ah, I, ah….

My Mom: Do you hurt anywhere?

Me: Wanted to write a poem

My Mom: OK.  Go ahead.  

Me; When I first saw you

My Mom: That would be in Park View hospital.

Me: I saw a love that would never end

My Mom; That’s true.

Me: I knew that I would be in the good hands

My Mom: Yes.  

Me: Of a…  friend

My Mom: Oh, I love you.

Me: Ah….  

PTL

I have heard from God, and I must testify.  God said that He had a new policy, that He wouldn’t be accepting any more prayer requests ’cause too many people were praying for silly stuff -- like that their favorite team wins the big game.  God wants those prayer warriors on FaceBook to unclasp their hands and actually do something.  God will only be helping those who actually do something to help others.  Oh sure, it was just some smart-ass that posted as God on FB, but ya never know!  Maybe the Lord was trying to speak to me thro FB since, obviously, He won’t do it directly.  God’s Director Of Communications is doing a poor job.  Used to, you’d get a chorus of angels or a burning bush or He’d even write to Moses -- today, you get nothing.      

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas, roll the dice, baby

Viva Las Vegas, go for the glory

Bright lights city, where are we going to?

Going to a drive-thru chapel on a gator

Bright lights city, what are we gonna do?

Get married by an Elvis impersonator

Viva Las Vegas, oo wo oo

Viva Las Vegas, wo oo wo

Viva, viva Las Vegas!  

That Sweet Savanna Smile

Savanna has an 18th b'day in 10 days. I just don't know if I'll be here then.

She sweeps in like a gypsy

In her magical style

She can light up any dark room

With that sweet Savanna smile

C’mon, let me say

C’mon, make my day

C’mon, shine a while

That sweet Savanna smile

Nearer My God To Thee

I thought this kinda creepy poem would make a good post on Friday the 13th, but, quite frankly, I don’t know that I’ll still be here then.   

I had a dream, no Jacob’s ladder for me

No, no angels in heaven that I could see

I really want to be

If I really can

Nearer my God to thee

Nearer to His hands

He knows my name, He can look up the number

Talk to me direct, no distractions, no slumber

Nearer my God to thee

Nearer to His hands

I really want to be

If I really can

I’m waiting, I’m waiting to hear

Scrambled eggs but no toast today

O Lord, where, where is it near?

Speak to me, let me know the way  

Just Poetry, 'K?

I just made a big investment in Scott Tissue, just trying to drum up business.  Do not take these sad lines too seriously, just poetry, ‘K?

Golden Slumbers

This is not the way I wanted to go out

Lord knows this is not right, cryin’ at night

All I can see is lights and shadows

All I can hear is bumps in the night

When the lights go down, I’ve got nothing to say

Time to end this mess and call it a day

Golden slumbers, do not let me roam

Once there was a way to get back home

I once had a dream that’s never coming true

Lord, some answers before I die

So, this is how it ends reaching out for you

Some answers, please, Lord, I ask why?

Please don’t cry for me, just let me go die

Look for me on that beach on ‘the other side’

Golden slumbers, just poetry

Can anyone, can anyone hear me?

Domestic Terrorism

OMG, my Dad pulled the most boneheaded move the other night!  Bless his heart.  At least, we now know the answer to the age-old question:  is there anyone more despicable than someone who parks in a Handicapped Park and doesn’t need it?  The answer is yes.  My Dad went to the Food Lion and saw all the handicapped spaces were full -- so, he pulled in and parked in the fire lane!  Yeah, boo hiss on him!  :p  He thinks the rules do not apply to him.  A police officer kindly explained the error of his ways.  Anyway, I was inspired:      

Domestic Terrorism At Food Lion

Gonna listen to a story ‘bout a man named Bill Slade
No huntin,’ goes where his bill can be paid
Went to Food Lion, all the handicapped spots were full insane
So, he pulled in and parked in the fire lane!

Privileged character, he is
Domestic terrorist
Or ol’ coot!?  

WYAL

Trophy,* if you’ve ever wondered

Wondered if I am in jail

I’m wastin’ away in a small town

Our radio station, WYAL

Have you ever heard the BIG Y?

It is 680 on the AM dial

Maybe you and me were never meant to be

Maybe think of me once in a while

* The nickname of my model girlfriend in college.    

A Ray Of Sunshine

Let’s all try to be a ray of sunshine

Why can’t we all get along?

Why must color blind us?

Why can’t we all sing the song?

Let’s all try to be a ray of sunshine

Light'ning the way to a better time

Anybody want to add to this?  Maybe we can get a community sing-along going.  

East Of Tucson

So here I am east of Tucson

After the thrill of life has gone

I don’t really want to be here

Seem to be stuck in reverse gear

I need a drink if I go on

East of Tucson, east of Tucson

On my way to Boot Hill, the devil’s on

Buzzards pickin’ my bones, east of Tucson

So this is what it’s like to die in a God-foresaken place

With a warm breeze a-blowin’ sand in my weather-beaten face

I’m curled up, oh, I can’t go on

East of Tucson, oh, east of Tucson

He comes, the dirty undertaker’s son

To pick me up, east of, east of Tucson

I was buried without my name

Was a token without a game

My grave, rocks with a wooden cross on

East of Tucson, O Lord, east of Tucson

Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Music by Harold Arien; lyrics by Yip Harburg and me

Somewhere over the rainbow

Somewhere, up, up, up, high

There must be a better life for me

So I must say “good bye”

It doesn’t matter what you do

It only matters what is in your heart

Somewhere over the rainbow

Somewhere the days never end

There’s a cool breeze and warm sunshine

For me and you, my friend

It doesn’t matter what you say

It only matters what is in your heart

Somewhere over the rainbow

Somewhere the birds do fly

If birds can make it there

Why o why can’t I?

It doesn’t matter who you are

It only matters what is in your heart