Desert Stargazer's Poetry

not far from Bong Bong street,
south of Wollongong,
blowhole hit me hard,

Holy salty discharge, batman,
wholly blown over
a hole in the rock

breathing deep, as I always do,
I receive a deluge of spume
through my alimentary canal

doctor assures me:
You’re clean!
(wasn’t wearing my wetsuit)
...
'sall good,
like dessert!

 

arrRRRWOOF!!!

 

She was very plain and quiet
and never got a glance
No way in hell a decent boy
would ask her to the dance

Little Margaret Johnson
laid parallel to the train
on a dreary Monday morning
crying in the rain

Margaret never got a scratch
as she wandered down the rails
a young man in a top hat
sat and filed his nails

The two exchanged some chatter
and she followed him into his shack
what he did to Maggie girl
would allow no turning back

He found her a dress from his closet
and a rosy push-up brassiere
Margaret wasn't worried
he looked a wee bit queer

Or so it seemed on the surface
he was every inch a man
her transformation started
"We'll do the best we can"

He took the pins
from restricted hair
and tossed them one by one
His fingers touched her tenderly
beneath the streaming sun

Margaret began to blossom
like a newly planted flower
her beauty came
from deep inside
her love grew by the hour

Mr. Top Hat's cinnamon coffee
drifted slowly thru the air
Margaret gave him a special kiss
then tied him to a chair
C February 27 2005 Stargazer
(to be continued)
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A Poet has but one regret
in a lifetime so beset
lost in sorrows
drowning in tears
remembering things
from bygone years

The heart beats faster
when scenes appear
from deep inside the heart
dreams were there to remind us
we never were apart

Tho adored ones lost warm bodies
they gave us what remained
the quality and depth of love
repelled those we distained

A poet always wishes
to keep them all alive
but poets are very mortal
and we will not survive

We write about the ones we miss
and wonder where they are
but the Dreaming mind assures us
they are never very far

So if we find ourselves
face to face
with a loved one in our sleep
they may be departed or inapparent
but they tell us not to weep

The things we see as writers
are very often profound
and we feel intense frustration
until we are placed into the ground

Words have perfect wisdom
but we are limited by time and space
my body's worn and shattered
so kiss My Spirit Face

C March 2 2005 Stargazer
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Cinnamon Lips rocks!!

 

liken that one

 

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Get back into your harness Geridean
you ain't no high school beauty queen
your face is like dead machine
all twisted up
and full of mean
You killed my rabbits
to make a stew
and I'll make you pay
for what you do
This small town pain
is killing me
woman from Hell
I must go free
Go and cook your turkey legs
agitate your deviled eggs
dress them in red
and give them forks
feed the neighbors
kiss the dorks
Shop all day and hang in the kitchen
my suitcase handle takes to itchin'
it's time to go and start enrichin'
so on that note I'll stop my bitchin'
C March 14 2005 Stargazer

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You have quite a talent have you ever thought about publishing or ever had one published for that matter? Might want to look into it

 

summer allways makes me itch

 

Three books are in the planning stages. And I will be reading my Poems in front of small groups, too. My ghostly things, and Rt 66 stuff seem to be the most popular. Thank you all for being so kind to me. I will rustle up another one. How's that ?

 

Little Annette Griswald
loves to spy on you
knows the color of your eyes
and your shoe size too
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She listens as the stars talk
about the tears you shed
she thinks about the nights you toss
and rip tiny holes in your bed
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Her scrapbook is getting very heavy
and she will not be around
Annette has willed you
her fortune
when she's place into the ground
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No one ever told you
that you had a local mother
or that you had a sister too
and a stillborn baby brother
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Your father took you
away from Annette
because she was considered odd
she'd had a sex change
after her childern were born
and called herself Jack Todd
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Mellow is the moonlight
as it shines upon your head
you have a mother and two fathers
and none of them are dead
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C March 14 2005 Stargazer
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Sweet vibes. i write poems too. there's one inthis forum on pages 8,9,or 10. not sure but I'm having one poem published and it's the one in the forums.

 

Oh and the title to my poem is "the day I almost died"

 

Cold girl
you turn them on
cold girl
into the dawn
Cold Girl
your heart's not there
cold girl
yet they stare

Frozen fingers
icy delights
Berwyn Baggies
rumble nights

Duane Eddy
plink and plunk
Billy's in a steamer trunk
Dusty wants that poor boy dead
ribbons for your empty head

Pink lipstick on
and tongue stuck out
cold girl loves to twist and shout
see her undulate and pout
"Dust" in jail now
he won't get out

Start a new cycle in the Fall
freeze the hearts
both short and tall
go to hell
and have a ball
frozen back stuck to her wall

C March 21 2005 Desert Stargazer

 

that is a little unsettling