Ceaseless Ramblings
yack yack yack yack yack
many words spoken
but near nothing said
the ramblings of a five year old?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Alternative - 1927
Betty Yack, of Mittyack, charming was and young;
But Betty Yack of Mittyack, had a bitter tongue.
And she married her one Otto who henceforth seemed doomed for life,
To submit to the upbraiding of his bonny, bitter wife.
Betty Yack of Mittyack, joined, while still quite charming,
That association having aims for better farming.
'So far, so good, my bitter Bet,' remarked her husband, Otto.
'If you join associations you must then adopt the motto.'
Betty read the articles and pondered quite a while,
Then nodded to her husband with a soft but gentle smile.
And the happy little couple are at last released from strife.
For Betty Yack, of Mittyack, stays dumb for all her life.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Gypsy Lady Spell
Laughing and giggling in the back,
you hear a bird go yack, yack, and yack.
More is said then meets the eye,
you have to figure out, how and why.
Yes, it is the Gypsy Lady who has
cast a spell on you,
you go to her for answers and how to break through.
Incense smoke fills the air,
you sit on a comfy antique chair.
Gypsy lady sits down with a colorful full deck,
you think to yourself- what the heck?
Cards are drawn, laid out neatly in a row,
she gives you prophecies you want to know.
You are happy, then you are sad,
you don’t know if the reading is built on quick sand.
Then you have more questions to ask,
you know that is the Gypsy’s lady’s allure
and you know you will be back.
Written By Christina Sunrise on November 25,2011
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Enjoy Your Day
Feel the breeze on your skin,
feel the happiness within.
Feel the sun on your back,
hear the birds go yack.
Feel the waves touch your hands,
feel the your feet in the sand.
feel the fresh air when you breathe in,
experiencing life once again.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on March 7,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Enjoy Your Day
Feel the breeze on your skin,
feel the happiness within.
Feel the sun on your back,
hear the birds go yack.
Feel the waves touch your hands,
feel the your feet in the sand.
feel the fresh air when you breathe in,
experiencing life once again.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on March 7,2012
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Happy House
There’s a house on street with a K, it’s beautiful during the day.
House in city with words Worth and Lake,
it’s east of Dixie make no mistake.
Kidney shaped pool out back, fenced in yard with mango trees with
birds that go yack.
A tiki bar in the left corner behind the pool, people party there, have
fun on the stools.
Now 2 bedroom to left of living room, then there’s kitchen to right
brand new.
Great family room to the right, really large and spacious, can have fun
at night.
Now comes with a washer and dryer all for price of $1,400.00.
Owner should negotiate, or might go under.
Check out Option to Buy, it might go fast, that’s no lie,
To help you save time and gas, I will give you number so you can act
fast.
561-222-2222 is the number to call, do it today-get on the ball.
Say you saw sign in West Palm Beach, owner will give you directions,
won’t preach.
Hurry, couple coming today, they might take it away.
Don’t tell them I sent you, for secret surprise might come true.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Secret House
There’s a house on street with a K,
it’s beautiful during the day.
House in city with words Worth and Lake,
it’s east of Dixie make no mistake.
Kidney shaped pool out back,
fenced in yard with mango trees with birds that go yack.
A tiki bar in the left corner behind the pool,
people party there, have fun on the stools.
Now 2 bedroom to left of living room,
then there’s kitchen to right brand new.
Great family room to the right,
really large and spacious, can have fun at night.
Now comes with a washer and dryer all for price of $1,400.00.
Owner should negotiate, or might go under.
Check out Option to Buy, it might go fast, that’s no lie,
To help you save time and gas,
I will give you number so you can act fast.
561-222-2222 is the number to call, do it today-get on the ball.
Say you saw sign in W Palm Beach,
owner will give you directions, won’t preach.
Hurry, couple coming today, they might take it away.
Don’t tell them I sent you, for secret surprise might come true.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 27,2011
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Villon's Straight Tip to All Cross Coves
"Tout aux tavernes et aux filles."
Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack?
Or fake the broads? or fig a nag?
Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack?
Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag?
Suppose you duff? or nose and lag?
Or get the straight, and land your pot?
How do you melt the multy swag?
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Fiddle, or fence, or mace, or mack;
Or moskeneer, or flash the drag;
Dead-lurk a crib, or do a crack;
Pad with a slang, or chuck a fag;
Bonnet, or tout, or mump and gag;
Rattle the tats, or mark the spot;
You can not bank a single stag;
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
Suppose you try a different tack,
And on the square you flash your flag?
At penny-a-lining make your whack,
Or with the mummers mug and gag?
For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag!
At any graft, no matter what,
Your merry goblins soon stravag:
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
THE MORAL
It's up the spout and Charley Wag
With wipes and tickers and what not.
Until the squeezer nips your scrag,
Booze and the blowens cop the lot.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Chicago [1920's slang]
Left my dump, off to the [Gourmet Cafe]
Ankling it, no need for a hack
I'm a johnnie walker
Stopped a bit to jaw a little
With two wiseheads [Jess] and [Carrianne]
Before work
As we discuss how one of their coffee-and-donut doble
Keep klunking out on them
When I arrived
I poured me a cup of joe
Then took a powder
To find me an ameche
To arrange a get together for tonight
With my tight squeeze
I get back and drink the joe
Shortly afterwards I get jingle-brained
Then I threw a joe
I wake to find me in this heap
Someplace in a back of alley
And was being pulled out by three goons
I recognize [Daniel], [Bob] and [Dain]
Once they get me inside their hideout
I'm still jingle-brained
I realized I drunk a mickey finn
Now I'm in a jam
I recognize the butter and egg man
As the baddest gangster in upstate New York
His name is [Don Levy]
I also recognize the rest of the chopper squad
They are [Thom], [Josh] and also [Dan]
Who I use to drink out of the same bottle with
Don sends one of his hatchmen to get the seventh
Which he refers to [Engelhardt]
Each one of these numbers were well-heeled
With Chicago typewriters
Couple of them had dinchers in there kissers
Another asks for one of their ciggies
Mr. Levy who comes off as a nance
Tosses his deck to him and tells him to pipe down
Then he slaps my lid of my keyster
I know I'll be grilled about dust I know about
I can see by their get-ups
They have heavy sugar
The hard-boiled gimp tells me to level with him
He thinks I know alot the couple I'm working with
He mentions they're his biggest rival
Who don't want to play ball with him
All I am is a pearl diver in their restaurant
I don't know their potatoes of capers
I tell him he's tooting the wrong ringer
'All I do is wash dishes.'
They don't seem to be in that type of racketeering
Then two bins ankles in
Den tells them '[Terese] and [Carole] get in the back
Few minutes later two skirts arrive
This time he says
'Annie and Mary go in the back'
'Keep those other two company'
'This is business'
He tells me once he was left holding the bag
He never got his dib from my big cheese
My big cheese according to Don
Gave him the Chinese squeeze
He apparently became my big cheese's patsy
And refered him as a smooth
Need to bring this chin to a conclusion with me still intact
At this time, the gals in the back were giggling
Maybe this joint is wet with giggle water
Mr. Levy then says
'I'll have one of my goons sock your scnozzle, savvy? '
He wants me to rat out
If there were anyone planted on the inside of his operations
As if a pearl diver, like myself know anything
Then a dish with a pretty pan enters
Don then asks her
'Why do you gals always come when I'm doing business
He takes out his bank roll
Which seems to be at least a pai of Cs
Or possibly more
He places some lettuce in her hands
Then suggests she take the other gals out and dry up
She has these big bubs
Which i'd like to put my flippers on
Just then she puts her lips upon his
Then i realize she's his moll
Knowing I shouldn't get dizzy with this dame
I tell him don't get ing bing
Then confess ish kabibble
About neither his nor his rival's bee's wax
Well Jeepers Creepers
It's not getting duck soup
In convincing him I know nothing
I believe soon he'll be gashouse with me
Sure enough he put his paws upon my pipes
Which sent my pump to leap out of my pipes
From the heebie jeepies
He pours himself some yack yack bourbon
And then takes a snort of it
He says 'Says you'
'Now start singing, tell me who's the inside guy'
'Or I'll have one of my goons put the broderick on you'
I've remembered I've had sap poison upon my head before
He orders one of his goons to sock my peeper
I get dry gulched
It was so hard I know I have a goog
One of the fellas asks
If he should take me for a one way ride
Then I see Mr. Levy jerking a nod
Just then a Chicago pineapple flys through the window
I think I'll be out of this dump in a Chicago overcoat
One of the goons grabs the Chicago pineapple
Tosses it out of another window
They all begin to burn powder
I duck to stay out of the Chicago lightning
I see lead smashing into everything in sight
One of the fellas takes a shiv to me
Once the Chicago lightning ends
Mr. Levy and his goons are nowheres to be seen
I take to the air
Covering up the Harlem sunset
With a rag that was by the door
Today hasn't been much of a cat's pajamas
I get outside find myself in front of an old hash house
Across the street from [Caffe Lena]
Then I hear 'Grab a little air'
I look around and see buttons
Waving their buzzers at me in one hand
And the other their pieces
poem by R.K. Cowles
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Like a Bat
He...
Of mundane ramblings.
Seeking attention that does not come.
He is stunned.
Wishing such isolation,
Would attract.
He...
Of mundane ramblings.
Is like a bat.
Hanging!
Only to scare,
His own reflection!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soshana
i have spoken my lines
that is what i am told to do
and you have spoken your lines too
and that is what they are telling you to do
you cannot be my comfort
distance are not arms and distance is cold like ice
your words are mere words like faces without names
i have spoken and you have spoken
now i am going back to sleep
it is done.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Year That's Come and Gone
In the year that's come and gone, love, his flying feather
Stooping slowly, gave us heart, and bade us walk together.
In the year that's coming on, though many a troth be broken,
We at least will not forget aught that love hath spoken.
In the year that's come and gone, dear, we wove a tether
All of gracious words and thoughts, binding two together.
In the year that's coming on with its wealth of roses
We shall weave it stronger, yet, ere the circle closes.
In the year that's come and gone, in the golden weather,
Sweet, my sweet, we swore to keep the watch of life together.
In the year that's coming on, rich in joy and sorrow,
We shall light our lamp, and wait life's mysterious morrow.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Whispers Spoken In Breezes
why does sage sit alone within high mountain ranges
listening to whispers spoken in breezes upon journey winds
why does sage listen to words spoken by insects birds
listen to words spoken over centuries time by mountains
why is it that you grasshopper listen intent with thin legs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Working on the value of words
Working on the value of words
~
some words require more
more than being spoken
written, read or listened to
some words need feeling
given their own soul
a touch of emotion
some words fall easily
across the page
or off the tongue
like a catchphrase
meaning almost nothing
words without value
spoken to be heard
said and not listened to
or written and missed
all without feeling
give words emotion
soul, fire and life
give words value
work the next line
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Power Of Denial
“I pledge allegiance to the flag”
“My country right or wrong”
“Novus Ordo seclorum”
“E Pluribus Unam”
“Love it or leave it”
“Uncle Sam needs you”
“Support the troops”
“Victory at any price”
“Spreading democracy”
“Winning the peace”
“New World Order”
“Obey and serve”
“Semper Fi”
“Fox News”
“Neo-Con”
“24”
Buzz words elicit patriotism
Words spoken to mesmerize
Words to combat other isms
Words meant to hypnotize
Words that put World on trial
Words spoken in denial…
WAKE UP AMERIKA!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Missed Right Here
That letter I wrote to you last year?
The one that said I wish you'd disappear?
You are missed right here and it aches my heart...
I wish I could take back what I started
To part us to see you departing!
If I knew I could say how miserable I am,
You would understand that.
And I would open!
If I knew that from first words spoken!
That letter I wrote to you last year?
Did not make clear my love for you.
Or was it too clear and that is why you split?
Just because I said, 'Kiss my ass and I'm out of it! '
Was not meant for you to go!
That's why I say you don't know me at all.
That's why we reach these crossroads,
And becomed stalled!
How can we overcome torment and raging fits...
If you leave me all alone twitching in a fit!
I thought you loved me?
You would always be with me,
When I went ballistic! And I've missed it!
That letter I wrote to you last year?
The one that said I wish you'd disappear?
You are missed right here and it aches my heart...
I wish I could take back what I started
To part us...
I did that to see you departing!
If I knew I could say how miserable I am,
To you
As I hold back tears ready to drip
From my eyes.
And from my eyes I could see that yours are open.
You would understand that.
But I fear to hear first words spoken...
That may leave me choked up and heartbroken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Noel Leon
(Mike Geiger/Woody Mullis/Ricky Ray Rector)
(Spoken)
Leon Dixon leaves his Christmas lights up all year round
Its somethin different about our town
Weve often wondered why he never takes em down
But Leon leaves his Christmas lights up all year round
Theres a big bright noel flashin off and on
In the yard where the children play the whole year long
Weve all gotten used to it year by year
Now its kinda gotten to be a part of things round here
(Sang)
Peace on earth, Good will to men
Christmas time is here again
Can it be all that wrong
To feel like Christmas all year long
(Spoken)
Leon got sick, its been back awhile
Short on luck and money, but he still wore that smile
And nobody could stand to see him do without
So we all drove over to see if we could help out
Yeah, the noel flashed on and the bills stayed paid
I felt so warm as we drove away
I had never seen Christmas spelled so clear
As when I saw "LEON" flashin in my rear view mirror
(Sang)
Peace on earth, Good will to men
Christmas time is here again
Can it be all that wrong
To feel like Christmas all year long
(Spoken)
Noel Leon...
song performed by by George Strait
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Unspoken Words
In the deepest of your mind
Resides words that have never been spoken
Never been writen and never been whispered.
They are kept in the dark,
You hide them,
But they know what you think.
They watch your movements.
They will never come out:
Not for love and not for hatered,
You may wonder why they will never come out
Well, keep on wondering
Maybe
If spoken can heal the broken hearts,
Who knows.......
Maybe
If spoken can split the bond between love and care
You will leave and walk with them.
But unspoken forever they will remain.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Three Little Words
Three words are spoken,
And then forgotten.
Three little words I wish to say,
But hold back the unknown.
My head is dizzy,
My eyes are blurry.
All I think about are,
Those three little words.
For now I will hide,
Those three little words.
Hoping one day,
I can tell him freely.
But those three little words,
Are ‘I love you.’
poem by Mariah Simpson
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And What About Us Who Write Poems Every Minute Of The Day?
what words can we take pride in
these poems like our daily breaths
ordinary words we utter in ordinary
conversations we have
come breakfast come snack time
come lunch come dinner
the talks we have on the park
in the marketplaces of our ordinary days
unplanned, unscreened, unedited
ordinary words to ordinary occasions
an embarrassment, can these words be?
unscheming and devoid of meaning
the lines of the common places?
the dialogues of the fool and the unwise?
you do not have to mind
this is my journal, a record of nothing
but ramblings of my mind and there you are
carefully reading putting meaning where there was
really none
this poem of day to day, unwavering
trying to be but nothing, a mode of nothing but just
plain thinking
do you too have this kind of breathing?
tell me why you breathe, then?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words spoken
Words are spoken from the depth of the soul
Sometimes these words can be so cold
Like rotten cheese turning to mold
They come from a soul that we have sold
Sometimes we sound really bold
When kind words are never told
With nothing good to say
To make someone`s day
All we do is speak words that scold
So much so our soul grows old
Speaking from emotions uncontrolled
Breaking someone`s heart
That was once made of gold
So as we grow old
May you be foretold
Don`t leave a kind word untold
For a word is spoken from the depth of our soul
poem by Joseph Whelan
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