Bouncing Pony
Joey is an adventurous little boy
A bouncing pony is his birthday present
Grandpa Joe’s heart is filled with joy.
Let me help you into the saddle to enjoy
Youthful squeals eagerly express intent
Joey is an adventurous little boy
Into the stirrups Joey’s feet are employed
Energy is engaged one hundred percent
Grandpa Joe’s heart is filled with joy.
Reins are grasped by a miniature cowboy…
The eager steed bolts and away they went
Joey is an adventurous little boy.
The spirits of two generations join as one…
Their smiles and laughter are frequent
Grandpa Joe’s heart is filled with joy.
Motion slows as Joey dismounts and runs
Bouncing onto Grandpa’s lap and giving a hug
Joey is an adventurous little boy
Grandpa Joe’s heart is filled with joy.
(9/10/07)
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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Joey
Written by c. jackson & marvin yancy
Joey---, joey----
Joey, where are you going
Where will you sleep tonight
Will you be alright
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Joey, I really love you
Wont you make here your home so youll never live alone anymore, oh
We both took a ride on that merry-go-round
Weve seen a lot of faces of the same ole clowns
But lets not be a part of that continuous game
Lets start a new life that will never change
Joey, where are you going
Wont you take me along, your place is my home
Joey---, hoo, hoo
Theres no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
True fortunes are deeper than the world is old so
Weve got to dig up and plant love again
Just dont let it vanish, no
And you settle
My joey, where are you going, where are you going
Dont, dont, dont go, joey, joey, joey, joey
Dont you hear me calling, dont you hear me calling to you
Joey, joey, joey, joey, joey, joey, joey, joey, joey
Hoo, dont you hear me calling to you, joey, joey, joey
Dont leave me alone, I wanna be with you
I wanna go with you, I wanna be with you, joey, joey, joey
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Dear Self
Life might be shitty now,
But it might get better.
Just think about the fun,
You had when you were little.
Think about Joey,
Speedy,
Emily,
Sassy,
Andy,
Your friends,
Who love you.
Think about Grandma,
And Grandpa.
About the time,
You lost your tooth,
When you bit into a rib.
When you and Joey,
Got stuck under the bed.
Or when you and Joey,
Wne t on an adventure,
To rescue a King,
From a dragon.
Or when you and Joey,
Went through a portal,
And fought,
Space monkeys.
Or when you nd Joey,
Watched Spongebob.
Or when Sassy,
Always watched Grandma,
When she would feed you.
Or when you rescued,
That kitten.
Or when you,
Healed that baby bird.
Or helped that dog,
Find his owner.
Just think of the,
Happy things in life.
From,
Past shitty life.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Joey
Joey will come to see your flowers
Joey will come to while away your hours
But she will tell you youre not so good for her
She wouldnt be there if it could be that you were.
Joey has loved but never shown her tears
So she may laugh in the autumn of your years
And when youre with her, youll wonder if its true
All they said of a world without you.
Where she may come from
Where she may go
Who she may run from
No one will know
Why she was late may trouble you some
Still you wait for joey to come.
Joey will come when once more it looks like snow
Joey will come when its really time to go
And you may smile when you find that youve been wrong
You thought youd found her but she knew you all along
song performed by by Nick Drake
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Joey
Joey Keys was from my neighborhood
Some would say that he was bad and Joe thought that was good
Joey got the name "Keys" picking locks
He never really robbed no one; it sure amused the cops
Joey's parents owned a restaurant
After closing time they'd give us almost anything we'd want
I never cared that Joey Keys was slow
Though he couldn't read or write too well but we'd talk all night long.
Come on
song performed by by Bon Jovi from Bounce
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Joe
(gamble / harris / felder)
(hey, does anybody know)
(how I can get in touch with joe? )
If I have to catch a subway
Or catch a plane on a runway
Ive got to find out some way
Where did he go?
Yesterday was bright and sunny
All his jokes were oh-so funny
Now hes gone and left me
Honey, where did you go?
Ive been searchin here and there
Lookin for you everywhere
cause your love I wanna share
Hey, does anybody know
How I can get in touch with joe?
I will try to wait forever
It could take till the twelfth of never
How I pray wed be together
Where did he go?
My heart was pure
How could you bruise it?
Gave him mine
He just used it
My mind was clear
And he confused it
Where did he go?
Ive been searchin here and there
Lookin for you everywhere
cause your love I wanna share
Hey does anybody know
How I can get in touch with joe? , ooh
Does anybody know
How I can get in touch with joe?
I can get in touch with joe? , ooh joey, joey
Somebody tell me
Where did he go? , joe
Come back baby, joe, oh, oh, joey, joey, joey
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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I'm My Own Grandpa
It was many many years ago when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow, she's as pretty as can be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red,
my father fell in lover with her, and soon these two were wed.
I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life:
My daughter was my mother 'cause she was my father's wife.
And then to complicate the matter, though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
This bouncing baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,
and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad,
for if he was my uncle then he also was the brother
of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my step-mother.
I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.
Father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue,
because although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too.
Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
Husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.
I'm my own grandpa, I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds silly, I know, but it really is so, oh
I'm my own grandpa.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Joey In Mind
When joey first came the light seemed to rise
Thought it came in the night and left with her eyes
And I wish that her face would return once again
Just one day to remind me of saturdays gain.
As I sit in her city in fog and in steam
Everythings blurred, for blurred is my dream
So Ill leave for my terrace and tea laced with rum
And wait for the day when joey will come.
And come all the dreams that never did try
To live on a memory or float on a sigh
Together well sit in the saturday rain
And dream of joey or mary jane.
song performed by by Nick Drake
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Joey
My dear Joey,
I miss you more.
You've passed on,
And now you're gone.
I wish you were here,
In my arms.
I wish you were alive,
So we play outside.
I cry every night,
Wishing it was me instead.
But I have learned,
Wish don't come true,
For someone who you loved.
My dear Joey,
So sweet and playful.
My tears roll down my face,
Looking for my baby.
When my tears can't find you,
Down they go,
To be splashed on the ground or sheet,
Where you once laid.
My dear Joey,
My sweet little kat,
If you were here,
That would be the best.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Joey's Run In With the Hose
There once was this child,
His name was Joey.
Oh how he hated taking showers,
He was afraid of the shadows,
That the soap bubbles made.
Joey's hygiene was so pungent,
That his cat couldn't go near him without cringing.
His horrific smell got so disgusting,
That one of his classmates turned on the hose,
The next morning Joey finally realized,
That water and soap wasn't his foe.
When his mom cooked him dinner,
He found his true foe.
Beats, carrots, peas,
Oh my, now that's a different story
3-23-07
poem by Brandi Young
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Bar Talk
You remember that dame
who didn't want to talk to
you and then later she did
by which time you had met
some other chick who really
turned you on? Joey said well
she's like that with most guys
she thinks it gives her a kind
of power you know the type
was probably kept under her
old man's thumb or maybe her
brothers kept her in her place
and she wants to break out or
in whatever the case may be
so I shouldn't take it to heart
Bud don't let it get to you
anyway if you see her again
give her the cold shoulder or
spin her some yarn that you
only go out with good looking
dames and Bud looked over at
Joey who was smoking a cigar
and holding a glass of beer and
said I know dames I was born
from one and I had four sisters
all of whom were nice chicks
and really made my youth one
hell of a heaven if that ain't a
contradiction so I don't need
no lessons on dames see I know
them and so Joey shrugged his
shoulders and sipped his beer
and drew heavy on his cigar
and said so be it next thing
you'll be telling me is you've
slept with your darn ma.
poem by Terry Collett
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Joey
Born in red hook, brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just
Because.
Larry was the oldest, joey was next to last.
They called joe crazy, the baby they called kid blast.
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at.
When they tried to strangle larry, joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin he was bulletproof.
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.
The hostages were tremblin when they heard a man exclaim,
Lets blow this place to kingdom come, let con edison take the blame.
But joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, were not those kind of men.
Its peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
The police department hounded him, they called him mr. smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
What time is it? said the judge to joey when they met
Five to ten, said joey. the judge says, thats exactly what you get.
He did ten years in attica, reading nietzsche and wilhelm reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men cause they seemed to understand
What its like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.
When they let him out in 71 hed lost a little weight
But he dressed like jimmy cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I want whats mine.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
Why did they have to come and blow you away?
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
Im around too many children, hed say, they should never know of one.
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,
Emptied out the register, said, tell em it was crazy joe.
One day they blew him down in a clam bar in new york
He could see it comin through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of little italy.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
Sister jacqueline and carmela and mother mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend frankie say, he aint dead, hes just asleep.
Then I saw the old mans limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.
The sun turned cold over president street and the town of brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if gods in heaven overlookin his preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Just One Drink.
He knew that if he had
just the one drink
that he'd be back
on the wagon again
back to the shut up room
and dead head
and stinking bed
and the woman off again
and the door slamming
and her voice echoing
up the from the hall
as her footsteps faded
come on
the guys said
just the one shot
but no he had to stay strong
keep the booze away
from hand and lips
and hey Joey come on
just a drink with me huh?
one lousy drink with a pal
whose lady's left him
for some other guy
no
he said
I can't have one drink
I don't do one drinks
I got to stay strong
got to look at the big picture
so his friend said
shrew you Joey
I'll find others
who'll drink with me
and off he went
and Joey sipped his lemonade
and looked at the bottles
behind the bar
looking back him
saying silently
ha ha ha.
poem by Terry Collett
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You 'Were' Looking For Your Shoes
I can not find my socks.
Who misplaced them?
And why are they not in my sight?
'Grandpa? '
WHAT IS IT! ?
'I've spotted your socks.'
Okay.
Then where are they?
'Grandpa...
They are on your feet.'
Oh.
Well...
Who put them there?
'You did grandpa.
Just before you said,
You 'were' looking for your shoes.'
What are you trying to say?
You know where they are too?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wish I Could
I wish I could tell you I love you
I wish I could take back those times I did not
But I can't and I never can
I wish I could take back those times that I was mean
That I had an attitude
But I can't and I never can
I realized to late what you mean to me
Grandpa I love you
Grandpa I miss you….I'm sorry for my tears
You saved me from the orphanage where you were forced to go
You saved my baby brother's life but I never said thank you
Grandpa I love you
Grandpa I miss you…..I'm sorry for my tears
I can never again hug you
I can only see your smile in your pictures
I can never ask about the wars you fought in
I can never hear your stories again
Grandpa I love you
Grandpa I miss you…….I'm sorry for my tears
I wish I could tell you I love you
But I can never do it again
poem by Rachel Dowd
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Adventure
My grandfather, Charlie
Began that family trait!
He had a moving company...
The first of its kind,
In a city that draped its hate!
They didn't say it openly,
But it was known to segregate.
And Charlie did the best he could,
To see his family didn't suffer and ate!
And the family grew to be much more than eight!
By the time I was eight my grandma and pop...
Had popped out eighteen!
My uncle Gay Hall and aunt Virginia,
Were the last to dropp on this scene!
And Charlie saw it well,
That grandma never worked...
She had raised Twenty-one of her own.
And it was always an adventure then,
To see who would love...and to see who love would hurt!
To watch mama and papa take care of their kin!
Nothing what I've done has ever been
That adventurous to be driven
To protect AND defend!
Not to us who didn't know
What we know now but not back then.
Not back in those days!
Nothing what I've done
Has been that adventurous on my plate!
I'm glad my grandpa gave me a little taste of my fate.
I guess my grandpa left me something,
I could easily neglect...no matter what the debate.
Easily if not injected with a bit adventure in my blood...
And 'gifts' he left me I will always respect!
And much appreciate!
Because of my grandpa,
Any adventure from a kindred center,
Growing with it and letting it create!
I've always wanted that next adventure....
One
To be the very best...and giving me the shakes!
Thinking of adventure as something to expect!
Wanting more each time its done.
Wanting it just like sex! I guess.
Nothing what I've done of late...
Has made me want adventure less!
Nothing I can remember in September.
Maybe
When it begins to become cool and shady!
And just 'maybe'...
I'll suspect and seize the adventure in October,
If it presents and these attached
Grandpa family tied 'adventurements'
Don't drive me crazy!
Sometimes we have to give time just to be lazy!
To rest and refresh!
Special thanks:
Diane Violet
For the closing line in this poem!
AND I've since 'added' onto 'that line'!
Thanks again, Dee...
~for 'refresh'~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grandpa Told Me So
(mark alan springer/james dean hicks)
If you dont get in the water youre never gonna learn to swim
He said a snake is just as scared of you as you are of him
He could tell by the moon when the fish would bite
Seems there was nothing that he didnt know
And as a kid I believed cause grandpa told me so
He talked daddy into letting me have my first car
I thought I was really something til becky thompson broke my heart
That first taste of love really did me in
Getting over her slow
And I knew someday I would cause grandpa told me so
He said life is made for you to live
The best love is the love that you give
Therell be times when you wanna hold on but you gotta let go
And I live by those words cause grandpa told me so
I promised him I wouldnt cry when it was his time to leave
Thats the only promise I made him I couldnt keep
He smiled from his bed and said well meet again
Somewhere down the road
And I believe cause grandpa told me so
He said life is made for you to live
The best love is the love that you give
Therell be times when you wanna hold on but you gotta let go
And I live by those words cause grandpa told me so
He said life is made for you to live
The best love is the love that you give
Therell be times when you wanna hold on but you gotta let go
And I live by those words cause grandpa told me so
Yeah and I still believe
Grandpa told me so
Grandpa told me so
I still believe
Grandpa told me so
I still believe...
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Joey
Joey Joey took a stone
And knocked
Down
The
Sun!
And Whoosh! It swizzled
Down so hard.
And bloomp! It bounced
In his backyard.
And glunk! It landed
On his toe!
And the world was dark,
And the corn wouldn’t grow!
And the wind wouldn’t blow!
And the *bleep* wouldn’t crow!
And it always was Night,
Night,
Night.
All because
Of a stone
And Joe.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Warm Milk And Toast
Warmed milk sweetened with honey
toast buttered with a thin spread of jam.
A bedtime story told by my Grandpa
times of Castles and Giants, living in some Fairy Tale land.
The warmed milk would make me sleepy
the toast would fill that nightime hunger need.
Sounds of Grandpa's soft loving voice
as he would sit on my bed and read.
My Grandpa's gone so many years ago
now I am one myself.
I warm and sweeten my Granddaughters milk
and take that same book down off her shelf.
Her eyes are wide open, as she chomps away
at the toast with butter and jam.
She tells me how much she loves me so
and just how neat of a Grandpa that I am.
I see her eyes growing heavy now
as I continue to read the story.
And am proud that I'm a Grandpa
and now can read, my Grandpa's Fairy Tale Story.
poem by Linda Winchell
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Joey
I thought I would go daft when Joey died.
He was my first, and wise beyond his years.
For nigh a hundred nights I cried and cried,
Until my weary eyes burned up my tears.
Willie and Rosie tried to comfort me:
A woeful, weeping family were we.
I was a widow with no friends at all,
Ironing men's shirts to buy my kiddies grub;
And then one day a lawyer came to call,
Me with my arms deep in the washing-tub.
The gentleman who ran poor Joey down
Was willing to give us a thousand poun'.
What a godsend! It meant goodbye to care,
The fear of being dumped out on the street.
Rosie and Willie could have wool to wear,
And more than bread and margerine to eat . . .
To Joey's broken little legs we owe
Our rescue from a fate of want and woe.
How happily he hurried home to me,
Bringing a new-baked, crisp-brown loaf of bread.
The headlights of the car he did not see,
And when help came they thought that he was dead.
He stared with wonder from a face so wan . . .
A long, last look and he was gone,--was gone.
We've comfort now, and yet it hurts to know
We owe our joy to little, laughing Joe.
poem by Robert William Service
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Grandpas Rocking Chair for M lady Chitra
On the front porch a rocking chair
nobody uses no one dare
Nor dare they move it anywhere.
Grandpa decreed it must stay there
What grandpa said was what he meant
he left no room for argument.
He simply stated his intent
Though other folk felt different
When Grandpa died the family tried
to set his iron rule aside
You’ll rue this day their Grandma cried
Your Grandpa will not be defied.
They moved the chair to show they could
though grandma did not think they should
She warned them all that nothing good
would come of this. She understood
although she knew Grandpa was dead.
She knew he’d rise in wrathful pride
to reinforce what he has said.
His last command before he died.
The chair was moved despite her pleas.
Her warnings were not listened to.
From that day on they knew no peace
Til grandma told them what to do
The rocking chair must be restored
to where Grandpa said it should be.
They all agreed of one accord
the chair replaced immediately.
Sometimes at night it seems to be
moving gently slowly rocking
Although there’s nothing they can see
they know that Grandpas visiting.
To see his word is still obeyed.
That no one moves his rocking chair.
Nobody will they’re too afraid.
They know sometimes he still sits there.
27-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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