Rhonda's Day at the Park
Rhonda Wright where have you been today?
I've been at the Community Park to play
What did you and your friends do to have fun?
I hit the baseball into the lake and made a home run
I pushed Billy on the swing; he fell on the ground
He lay there limply for awhile without a sound
Then finally he moaned and took a deep breath.
He brushed himself off, then ran away and wept.
The slide was very tall and had many humps
I sat on waxed paper and bounced the bumps
I slid so fast that I could not stop and crashed
Striking startled Sally as she gallantly dashed
We had a lunch of hot dogs and potato salad.
As we grilled more dogs and sang a country ballad
it started to rain, so we went to the pavilion
Many ants joined our lunch; I counted a million…
It was very enjoyable, and I want to do it again
For some reason my friends did nothing but complain
I do not understand why they all wanted to go home
They must be suffering from a negative syndrome.
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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Flyball
1.
On the way to flyball we passed an incomplete building, the attached poster advertised a forthcoming retirement home, opposite a graveyard.
2.
At flyball the owners debated, over black coffee and bacon sandwiches, how best to improve their dogs’ diets.
3.
Flyball was a success; our dog ran well, so we treated ourselves to lunch while he waited in the car.
4.
During lunch a couple sat next to us. The woman told her partner to order anything, then complained about the price of the bill.
5.
We arrived home exhausted and fell asleep. The dog lingered, waiting for us to wake.
6.
That evening we had friends over. The dog threw up on the carpet, so we shooed him outside with a curse.
June
Grilled hot dogs and burgers are the gods of June,
Downed with chips and soda under a silvery moon.
Then there’s a story accompanied by a favorite ballad
Spiced up with some slaw and mom’s potato salad.
Trees and flowers explode in a cascade of tones.
Clouds hail the heavens as they rise from thrones.
Ponds are reborn from life within and on their shore.
Fish, fowl & frog feed and breed in peace once more.
Weddings abound in this month of joy.
It’s the start of freedom for every girl and boy.
Friends and fun need to be the words of each day
As Gemini declares the year is nearing half way.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Dog, Actually
Don't waste your time calling my name
I'm far too busy to play your game
I'm sniffing a dog's bum and it's doing the same
Cos I'm a dog: and that's what dogs do
I'm very excited when it's time for my walk
The peg where my lead hangs I watch like a hawk
I'd shout 'Take me walkies! ' if only I'd talk
Cos I'm a dog: and that's what dogs do
I run down the garden chasing after my ball
I leap on my hind legs so I look rather tall
When food's being offered I'll respond to your call
Cos I'm a dog: and that's what dogs do
I'm quite young and active and love to play
And when evening comes by the fire I'll lay
I'd like to sleep on a bed but in my basket I'll stay
Cos I'm a dog: and that's what dogs do
I'm a big labrador and my friends call me Billy
I'm soft and I'm gentle and just a bit silly
When I'm not eating biscuits I'm licking my... paws
Cos I'm a dog: and that's what dogs do
poem by Kevin Crinks
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Getting Over Bumps And Humps
Getting over bumps and humps...
Is not easy.
Taking a leap that's jumped...
With a wish pushed done by winds.
Getting over bumps and humps...
Is not easy.
For the one who seeks to see,
All their needs pleased.
Getting over bumps and humps...
Is not easy.
Taking a leap that's jumped...
With a wish pushed done by winds.
Getting over bumps and humps...
Is not easy.
For the one who seeks to see,
All their needs pleased.
It pays to face mistakes,
When getting over bumps and humps.
With a faith that's dedicated.
Getting over bumps and humps...
One should never turn away,
Hoping troubles fade.
No!
Getting over bumps and humps...
Is not easy.
Taking a leap that's jumped...
With a wish pushed done by winds.
Getting over bumps and humps...
Is not easy.
For the one who seeks to see,
All their needs pleased.
With a faith that's dedicated.
One can rid their junk.
Knowing it's not there to stay.
Getting over bumps and humps...
Is not easy.
For the one who seeks to see,
All their needs pleased.
It pays to face mistakes,
When getting over bumps and humps.
With a faith that's dedicated.
Getting over bumps and humps...
One should not turn away,
Hoping troubles fade.
No!
Getting over bumps and humps...
One should never turn away,
Hoping troubles fade.
No!
Getting over bumps and humps...
One should never turn away,
Hoping troubles fade.
No!
Getting over bumps and humps.
Getting over them to dump!
Getting over bumps and humps.
Get rid of all that junk.
Get rid of all that junk!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coffee Dream
Although it’s only one hour till lunch -
my stomach won’t wait.
Non-stop growling for the past two hours
has gotten the best of me.
Besides, my taste buds
are ready to murder for a cup of coffee.
Should I say ‘murder’ in a courthouse?
I discovered myself in the eating lounge
with a coffee machine that still doesn’t work.
How unfair that I can’t leave the building
for a quick cup of coffee till lunch.
So, I resort to having the small salad and orange
that was to be my lunch.
Still, I want that coffee!
I’ll take it boiling hot
right out of the pot.
So now I look forward
to when then release us for lunch.
I plan to run down the street and get
a very large cup of coffee -
maybe two or three.
I desperately need my caffeine fix for today.
Dogs A Best Friends Dog
Shame
Dog shame
I know whats wrong
Mans too old and wise
Bring in the dog
Turn on
Down the mountain rescue
Slip and slide when sunny
Small cat better move along
Or this bitch could do harm, baby
Straight as an arrow
Im walking the dog
Three is a crowd
Two is a dog and me playing
(whats he saying)
Free as a cloud
No one ever really knew you
Make clear your illusion no, no, no, no
Some dreams you dream you alone
You thank christ youre coming home
Better better give the dog a bone
Go go go go chew chew chew chew
Some dreams you dream alone
Go get a life and ease the pain
Dogs a best friends dog
Dogs a best friends dog
Word, speech, blurred, bleached
Tell mr godot Im walking the dog
Walking the dog
Some dreams you dream you alone
You thank christ youre coming home
Better better give the dog a bone
Go go go go chew chew chew chew
Some dreams you dream alone
Go get a life and ease the pain
Dogs a best friends dog
Dogs a best friends dog
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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It's Almost Sunday Morning
In the summer of 1956,
any Saturday at midnight
when the moon was full
and the stars were bright,
you would see Grandma Groth
on her front-porch swing
waiting for her son, Clarence,
still a bachelor at 53,
to make it home
from the Blind Man's Pub
after another evening quaffing
steins of Heineken's.
Many times when I was young,
I'd be coming home at midnight
from another pub just steps behind
staggering Clarence.
I'd always let him walk ahead
and listen to him hum
'The Yellow Rose of Texas.'
But the last Saturday night
that Clarence and I came down the street,
I didn't see Grandma on her swing.
She wasn't waiting to berate him.
So far so good, I thought,
until, not far from his house,
Clarence fell into Mrs. Murphy's hedge.
When I finally got him up,
I moved him like a fridge on a dolly
down the walk and into his house
only to see Grandma, a wraith
in a hazy nightgown, swoop
into the hallway, screaming
and thrashing Clarence with her broom,
pausing only to tell me,
'Go home to your mother now
so you won't be late for Mass.
It's almost Sunday morning! '
After that sad night in 1956,
I never saw Clarence again,
either marching to work in the morning,
his lunch pail gallantly swinging,
or staggering home at midnight
from the Blind Man's Pub.
But many a midnight after that,
I'd be coming home
from the other pub,
lunch pail in hand,
and I'd see Grandma
reigning on her swing,
broom in hand,
waiting.
Tonight, however, many decades later,
as I stroll home at midnight,
I realize I'm older now than Clarence was
the night he disappeared
and even though Grandma's dead,
I can still see her regal on that swing,
broom in hand, waiting,
and so I give her a big wave,
hoping to hear one more time,
'Go home to your mother now
so you won't be late for Mass.
It's almost Sunday morning! '
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Help Me, Rhonda
Well since she put me down Ive been out doin in my head
Come in late at night and in the mornin I just lay in bed
Well, rhonda you look so fine (look so fine)
And I know it wouldnt take much time
For you to help me rhonda
Help me get her out of my heart
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda yeah
Get her out of my heart
She was gonna be my wife
And I was gonna be her man
But she let another guy come between us
And it ruined our plan
Well, rhonda you caught my eye (caught my eye)
And I can give you lotsa reasons why
You gotta help me rhonda
Help me get her out of my heart
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda yeah
Get her out of my heart
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda yeah
Get her out of my heart
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
Help me rhonda
Help, help me rhonda
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Death Of The Baby
The death of the baby
the family went for a walk
the dog ran off
the mum and dad started to talk
“do u know our sons a goth”
they felt a breeze
it was getting cold
they started to freeze
as they get old
they all go home
the baby starts crying
y mums on the phone
the dad goes paragliding
the baby pulls the dogs tail
the dog growls
but it was an epic fail
the loud sound of the dogs howl
the mum jumps up
and grabs the dogs collar
throws the cup
the dog rips her kids bottle dollar
the mum smacks the dog
the dog gets mad
and runs outside it to the fog
the mother is sad
she rings the dad
“gets back here now”
“the dogs been bad”
the dad runs over a cow
gets out the car
sees the dog
but hes not far
but dissapears into the fog
he drives home
the baby is dead
and there alone
the baby bit on its head
at the funeral they cried
never got a dog again
every 1 was by there side
but now this is THE END
poem by Arron John
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Lunch With Gina
That must be her again
She's leaning on my bell
That cold psychotic brain
The one I know so well
So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone
There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home
This endless afternoon
It started on the day I met her
Lunch with Gina is forever
She's coming round the corner
Her body's just a blur
I peel out like The Flash
It don't mean boo to her
So I duck into Nino'sshe's barred from the place
The minute I walk out she's right in my face
She's got nothing but time
No use in trying to be clever
Lunch with Gina is forever
Now I'm in my apartment
The blinds down the lights out
The phone rings God help me
There's nobody home
I crouch on the carpet
Not breathing just being
Like meat on the bone
I'm in a cozy booth
Maybe my watch is fast
Another Tanqueray
I'll wait till twenty past
I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in
I guess she's a knockouthey where have I been?
The waiter never comes
God knows the service could be better
Lunch with Gina is forever
Coffee and a kiss
Maybe later maybe never
Lunch with Gina
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Billy's Rain Day
Rain Rain stay around
For little billy and his friends
want to play for this is little
Billy's Birthday
An in the rain he wants
to play they all want to
run through your rain
puddles
Rain you taste so sweet
rain you make the best
mud to squeeze between
their toes for when their
done, you sweet rain will
wash them once again
clean.
All the evidence to their crime
will be gone
mother will never know there's been
any thing done wrong.
And when little Billy gets home
its Birthday cake, presents.
GAYLE GOFF
JAN 16,2008
dedicated to my grandson
BILLY HORN
poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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Poem
When the days go by, I see birds fly
In the trees where apples go so fast and fall down to the ground
Where worms crawl and ants mound
Into the dirt and dragons fly into the sky
With fire breath and wings made of ice like a phoenix made of fire with a strong desire
To burn down the trees and chew gum to make bubbles to catch ladybugs that fall free,
Away from the clouds and stars in the daylight turning to night
Now with the dogs and cats quarreling with squirrels while baseball bats
Are throwing golf balls at cars going by on the dirt road in Kansas, Georgia, and Nebraska are three states with the letter A in them where elephants roam with the deer and horses galloping in the air waiting for someone to come home.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Out To Lunch
(j. spinks)
Im out of my head
You wont understand me
Dont come knocking at my door tonight
Tell all my friends i? m all screwed up
Dont come messing with my head tonight
Tell all my friends Im so far out to lunch
I? m under a spell
You won? t recognize me
Don? t come knocking at my door tonight
Tell all my friends Im all screwed up
Dont come messing with my head tonight
Tell all my friends Im so far out to lunch
Im out to lunch mmm wont you listen Im to lunch
Hey just let me sleep
Please dont pressurize me
Dont come knocking at my door tonight
Tell all my friends Im all screwed up
Dont come messing with my head tonight
Tell all my friends Im so far out to lunch
Dont come knocking at my door tonight
Tell all my friends Im all screwed up
Dont come messing with my head tonight
Tell all my friends Im so far out to lunch
Im out of my head Im out of my head
song performed by by Outfield
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Miss Piggy regrets..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
That tastelessly named flu’s got her
(She forgot to wash her front trotter…) so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
It’s a swine of a stroke of bad luck:
Her eyelashes, she sneezed them unstuck… so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today…
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
She’s all pink from her snout to her face;
Her mascara’s all over the place… so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today..
Why not try the lamb today, madam…?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Real Dog
Fiercest creatures are held on a leash,
They are dogs of skill and they relish
The lunch that stays in the mouth chamber,
Crawling like blood is in their heart and liver.
Dogs are the able creatures of a friendship,
Of a religion that teaches us all censorship.
Dogs must reach the age of success
Before dealing with the distress
Of death.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dogs (Homage)
Man’s best friend?
Why?
There is nothing quite as cute as a puppy
Dogs are more than pets, they’re companions
Dogs are fiercely loyal
Dogs protect life & property, even to their own demise
Dogs do not judge their masters
Dogs are grateful for any food fed them
Dogs can be trained to carry, guide, search, rescue and hunt
Dogs are great listeners
Dogs are ready to play anytime
Dogs are emotional sponges that absorb human misery
Dogs are wonderful match-makers and buffers
Dogs can chase away “The blues”
You can take a dog’s balls and he’ll still love you
Yes,
Dogs are 'Man’s best friend'
After all God is Dog spelled backwards...
poem by Ray Lucero
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Hamburgercheeseranchbacoburger
Sitting back taking a break
Staring at this stale piece of cake.
I ponder what to eat for lunch
Or shall I call it brunch?
Tacos, pizza, or a salad
This is one crazy ballad.
I usually don't go out to eat
Walking that far would hurt my feet.
Finally it has been decided
a
Hamburgercheeseranchbacoburger
poem by Kilee Burton
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3 Pages
For Jack Collom
10 Things I do Every Day
play poker
drink beer
smoke pot
jack off
curse
BY THE WATERS OF MANHATTAN
flower
positive & negative
go home
read lunch poems
hunker down
changes
Life goes by
quite merrily
blue
NO HELP WANTED
Hunting For The Whale
“and if the weather plays me fair
I’m happy every day.”
The white that dries clear
the heart attack
the congressional medal of honor
A house in the country
NOT ENOUGH
poem by Ted Berrigan
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Dogs In The Midwinter
You ever had a day like I had today,
When things are stacked up bad?
You look around and every face you see
Seems guaranteed to send you mad.
And you peer into those hallowed institutions.
And they bark at you from every side.
But the bite goes wide.
I see them running with their tails hanging low
Like dogs in the midwinter.
The prophets and the wise men and the hard politicos
Are all dogs in the midwinter.
Let the breath from the mountain still the pain,
Clear water from the fountain run sweeter than the rain.
Dogs in the midwinter.
The boss man and the tax man and the moneylenders growl...
Like dogs in the midwinter.
The weaker of the herd can feel their eyes and hear them howl
Like dogs in the midwinter.
Though the fox and the rabbit are at peace,
Cold doggies in the manger turn last suppers into feasts.
Dogs in the midwinter.
You ever had a day like I had today ---
Dogs in the midwinter.
You look around and every face you see ---
Dogs in the midwinter.
And you peer into those hallowed institutions.
And they bark at you from every side.
But the bite goes wide.
Were all running on a tightrope, wearing slippers in the snow...
Were all dogs in the midwinter.
The ice is ever thinner. be careful how you go
Like dogs in the midwinter.
And its hard to find true equilibrium
When youre looking at each other down the muzzle of a gun.
Dogs in the midwinter.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Eating The Dogs Scraps
yesterday i brought home scraps for the dog and ate them
he watched me the whole time
i had dug hotdogs out of the garbage
brought them home
then i realized, 'when in Rome'
So i ate the dogs scraps
I ate the dogs scraps and i chewed em up right there
I ate the goddamn golf course leftovers i don't even care
Please Lord, for all my friends and family.
Please dont let me outlive this damn dog
I should've let the dog eat instead!
poem by jack Quehoff
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