Hillary, Barack and John
by Gary Pompieri
Hillary, Barack and John went up the Hill
To fetch a pail of beer
John fell down and couldn't get up
And Barack came tumbling after
Hillary brought her favorite doll
And played with G.I. Jane
And John went home
And so did Barack
Gary
And boy! Was the doctor surprised!
Gary
Gary
Hearts Touch
by Cindy Lewis-Love
Time and days ours forever;
Rush? No need, there’s tomorrow.
Run out of time? No! Never!
But life reminds with sorrow.
Did she know that time was short?
Insight, wisdom, love, impart
Pour into me ev’ry sort
And thus entwine heart to heart.
Every lesson, every song
Within, without, all around.
Like a mist, it’s here, it’s gone,
Returns to lift, spirit, sound.
Either way I’m richly blessed,
Gentle spirit lives within.
Her presence, peace, now my quest,
To know one day, ours again.
‘Til then, settle, quiet, still,
Ask of my heart, Mother dear.
No word, yet hear what I will.
Descend, surround, answer clear.
And know one day, hand in hand,
A laugh, a hug, without tear.
Two hearts then forever stand
I'm the falling leaf
swaying silently to and fro
as the world passes me by
the light dusk breezes push me
father and farther into a world I no longer wish to be in
before flittering to my end
I look to see countless others scattering the air
realization now has become so clear
I did not fall
as a leaf to my end
in a beautifully graceful breeze
I dove as a swimmer
plunging to my death
so as to find my inner peace
Today I shared with someone else, a bit of hope I had.
Today I sang a little song and felt my heart grow light,
And walked a happy little mile with not a cloud in sight.
Today I worked with what I had and longed for nothing more,
And what had seemed like only weeds, were flowers at my door.
Today I loved a little more and complained a little less,
And in the giving of myself,
I forgot my weariness."
--unknown
I am a......
c-Crackhead
a-Anamorphic
t-Tacky Hermaphrodite.
Take that poets! You got told!!!!
by Gary Pompieri
"Aw, I hope you get trichinosis, ya bum!" cried Harvey. "Yer no vegetarian! Don't hand me that crap!" insisted Harvey. Cat was startled and couldn't handle it anymore so she cut out. "I'll get that creep back!", thought Cat. Cat went home and had a big, juicy pork sandwich and then she ate a big, raw bloody cow liver.
The moral of this story is: Don't say your a veggie when you ain't.
Rocky
By Gary Pompieri
Rocky Guiliano slowly walked down the dimly lit street, the tips of his fingers slightly aching from the chill Autumn weather. Just then, he came upon a hooker. Rocky was only eight years old. "Nice legs!", commented Rocky. The hooker rared back and socked Rocky in the face, knocking Rocky's brand new glasses off his head. Rocky didn't know what hit him. Stunned, he backed off and walked home.
When Rocky got home, his mother confronted him in the livingroom. "Where's your glasses, Rocky?", asked his mother. "A hooker knocked them off my face!" said Rocky, honestly. "Oh, okay.", said his mother. "You'd better go down to the corner store and get your father a six-pack of beer. I'll call ahead to Joe and tell him it's alright." said Rocky's mother.
Rocky got to the mom and pop store and jokingly said, "Joe, I've had it! I need some money! This is a stick-up!". Joe, startled, knocked Rocky in his mouth and knocked out a tooth. "You little S.O.B! Don't you ever pull that again!", blurted out Joe.
The next day, Rocky had to go to the dentist to get his mouth worked on. When he got to the dentist, the dentist asked, "What happened to your tooth?". Rocky replied honestly and told the dentist what happened at the mom and pop store. The dentist replied, "I'll have to report this to the Child Protection Agency!" And the dentist did that right away.
The moral of this story is: Never tell the truth!
House becomes studio
Hotel becomes home,
And all will become beaches you stoop down and comb.
When you're not building castles in the sand,
You're just staring out at the horizon,
Orange plastic shovel
In your hand
nowhere to go but to bite the dust
i dipped my haed under the windshield view
I looked over toward the woman i loved
and smiled at her and wished her luck
that was the last smile we ever shared
that truck hit us sliding fast
it crunched into the car and we both screamed our last
the firemen cut us out of the wreck
put our bodies on the deck
paramedics came to take us on
but told me then that you were gone
I passed out through pain and grief
woke up in abed without a crease
white sheets surrounded me doctors too
I only wanted one thing and that was you
dont patch me up I am going to die
if you cant save her there is no reason why
I should ever want to stay
we were soul mates every day
my kids are gone again in the wreck
why did I survive what is next
he got ten years they told me today
I hope he dies slowly each day
his face on my eyes will never go away
I slowly mend and slowly live
but what is there left to give
over 40 years we were as one
now our whole life is gone
pictures is all i have of you
moments that I live through and through
dear god why did you do this to us
why did we go by car instead of taking the bus
This post was modified from its original form on 22 Oct, 14:15
This post was modified from its original form on 22 Oct, 14:00
go to meet your friends and laugh
drink a lot and think your smart
get back into car and home
nothing too it no harm to you
sleep and fell heavy headed at work
not knowing that you are a jerk
you drive your 40 tonner fast
then you brake it will be your last
so much drink inside your head
you realy should have stayed inbed
brain reaction very slow
now you need some you cant go
brakes are slipping load behind
jacknifing round into cars that are blind
didnt see the trailer come
until it hit them full on the hood
what you would do if only you could
police arrive ambulance too
life for 3 is gone its through
breathilized on the spot
they tell you your over you catch the lot
not enough sleep to get rid of booze
when in court dont want to be in your shoes
10 years in prison for 3 lives taken
do you really want to do it again
or will you learn and let this be the end
Dear James, your poem is so realistic! Yes, I like it...
Love, Krystyna.
Dear Nachi, I like your poem indeed, especially the words: " peace happens when hearts reign over ming". Yes, you are right!
Love. Krystyna.
go to meet your friends and laugh
drink a lot and think your smart
get back into car and home
nothing too it no harm to you
sleep and fell heavy headed at work
not knowing that you are a jerk
you drive your 40 tonner fast
then you brake it will be your last
so much drink inside your head
you realy should have stayed inbed
brain reaction very slow
now you need some you cant go
brakes are slipping load behind
jacknifing round into cars that are blind
didnt see the trailer come
until it hit them full on the hood
what you would do if only you could
police arrive ambulance too
life for 3 is gone its through
breathilized on the spot
they tell you your over you catch the lot
not enough sleep to get rid of booze
when in court dont want to be in your shoes
10 years in prison for 3 lives taken
do you really want to do it again
or will you learn and let this be the end
are we really who we claim to be?
does peace begins with shouting slogans
with fist of hands and chattering minds?
Dear All,
Namaste
The world needs to be saved..from the very notions of the saviors..
Thank you Gary for sharing - this poem is really beautiful... Beautiful words, beautiful feelingd, beautiful...soul.
Love, Krystyna.
Natural Rhythm
by Gary Pompieri
Walking 'round the lake tonight
A pleasant night indeed
I began to walk at a leisurly pace
but soon picked up some speed
The moon was a giant bright white bead
'A graying here and there
And it shone on a girl
A vision of grace
The moonlight touched her hair
So brightly she walked with confident gait
She hastened down the road
I heard a sound so crisp and fresh
It came each time she strode
Her shoes did clop and clip and clop
So clearly was it heard
I was inspired and with a beat
I let a little turd
The rhythm it was evident
It had a certain ring
I wished someone would hear it, too
And maybe he would sing
Eight bars went by so quickly
And when it came my turn
I groaned and grunched with all my might
But couldn't honk my fern
Some men would turn and walk away-defeated
But not I
I swallowed some burps
And then some more
And then I let it fly
It had an off-beat tempo
The tone it was superb
But blew away my underwear
They landed on the curb
I felt a chill and realized
My backside was exposed
And then I thought of a righteous name
For the tune I helped compose
I ran to the girl to tell her and did
She slapped my face
Perhaps I should have explained first
You know-just in case
Next day I found a lead guitar
A rhythm and a bass
And found some shoes with wooden heels
And a girl to take her place
We jammed and then recorded
And made a promo tape
And I ate plenty of pork 'n' beans
To make my gas escape
Well, after one gold record
And concerts from here to L.A.
It made the charts
With all my farts
And then it went away
Thank You!
Gary
Let's the dream come true!
I dreamed about a wood full of animals, flowers, singing birds, clear rivers, colourful leaves on the trees and on the ground...I dreamed, that autumn's colourful leaves felt down to the ground, and I walked onto them like on a beautiful carpet...Here, in Poland, we have our Polish "Indians summer" too...I love it!
I dreamed: we all, people living on the Earth, sit around a fire place...The evening is coming: the sky shows lot's of stars, which winkle to us friendly...I hear the wind whispearing - listen, the wind tells about the beauty of the nature around, about trees, about flowers, about meadows, rivers, about birds flying to the heaven, about all animals waiting for our love,...about us.We can hear it with our hearts, with the eyes of our souls...
We are sitting around the fire place, so near each other...We are happy, so happy, that we are the part of the beautiful nature...We are talking, singing, dancing in the rhytm of our souls - like these colourful leaves dancing in the air...Our hearts are happy. We have all what a man needs on the Earth. We have the beautiful nature, we understand her and she understands us...We have friends, who feel the same like we.
What more needs a man on the Earth?!
Yes, I had a nice dream...
/ Krystyna-Maria Postawa/
Dear Gary, very deep feelings, I think. Thank you for sharing...
Love, Krystyna
In fifty feet the mizzle fell
Gary
The Whale
By Gary Julian Pompieri
When we think that if we fall
Then we have an ivy wall
A wave will heal them if they fail
An exit meant 'til haven knew
A whale in white like kitten milk
Lay aft the helm in health
With maw alive within I knew
Exhale a hefty flaw, exhale!
The waft I feel
Then I will leave in time
The heavy tail went in at lee
I wait in awe anew
It then let flay at me
In fifty feet the mizzle fell
An intimate twinkle lit wet my eye
That few will feel the weatlhy haze
Gary
by Gary Pompieri March 14, 1989
Due to my continuing committment to your show and to the community at large and because of the informative exposition on the art of wine making by Larry G*********, I would like to expound on the fundamentals and paramaterization of the acquisition and the use of antiballistic missiles.
Simply pick up any loose object in your home or office and with ample force, throw it at a ballistic. If you are on target, you have probably disabled the ballistic. If not on target, and in the general location, you have succeeded in frightening the ballistic and it won't return to that area again.
Thank you
