AND THE COW DID NOT JUMP OVER THE MOON

        Voo reading this poem on soundcloud

And The Cow Did Not 

                            Jump Over The Moon

The moon is made of cheese, they said

When I was just a tot

And so I dreamed of lovely things

For we didn't have a lot.

The cow jumped over the moon, they said

In my fairy story book

And I believed everything I was told

And I thought I'd take a look.

So I crept out to the barn one night

And saddled up the cow

We're flying to the moon, I said

(But I know better now.)

How I got that cow up on that barn

I'll never, ever know

But she was willing and I was silly

And she jumped when I said "Go!"

A pig pen is a nasty place

Full of slime and sleaze

We gave it a try but the cow couldn't fly

And I didn't get no cheese.

 ©By Little VooVoo 

          July 15, 07

For all the kids, big and small, out there......

 and especially the grown up kids, like me.

LET ME NOT AS OTHER MEN

Let Me Not As Other Men


Let me not as other men,

Turn my face from hurt

From beggars with their empty hands,

Digging in the dirt.

Let me not as other men,

Lock myself away

In shelters, safe while homeless folk

Walk the streets all day.

Let me not as other men,

Toast, with rarest wine

And can't be bothered to spare a crumb

From banquets where I dine.

Let me not as other men,

Ignore the cries of pain

Coming from the little ones

Who won't go home again.

Let me not as other men,

Pass the dead-eyed faces

Of people who have lost it all

And dropped out of their races.

Let me not as other men,

Sneer at the reservations

Those ghettos full of broken spirits

Descendants of proud nations.

Let me not as other men,

View girls as less than boys

Use, abuse and then refuse

And throw them away like toys.

Let me not as other men,

Forget from whence I came

And set up kingdoms for myself

And play a rich man's game.

Let me not as other men,

Turn my back on love

That diamond that is still mined here

But formed by God above.

Let me not as other men,

Disdain the world around me

Who wandered deaf and dumb and blind

And lost till someone found me.

Let me not as other men,

Leave here not knowing why

And for what purpose I was born

Before I lay down and die.

Let me not as other men,

Die lonely and alone

Buried in a crypt of gold

That will never be my home.

Let me not as other men,

Though I am as weak as they

Leave this world a far worse place

When my footprints fade away.

©by Voo

July 6, 2011

11:40 p.m.

ONE OF THE GREATEST SONGS EVER  RECORDED
WHAT GOOD AM I BY TOM JONES
IT INSPIRED THIS POEM...........     

              

IT'S RAINING AGAIN

It's Raining Again

It's raining again

The sky is crying

The night is falling down

The clouds are full

And they're releasing

The darkness so full of sound

It's raining again

The grass is wet

It's cool upon my feet

The lightning hits

Close to me now

And I'm running across the street

All day, the sun

Has held me tight

Within it's fiery hands

And now, the night

Has just shown up

And it has other plans

It's raining again

The air is electric

My lungs feel fresh and new

The day has been great

But that old news can wait

Cause now all I can think of is you

It's raining again

You know what that means

Boy, you better hurry home

You and me, baby 

Got some night work to do 

You know how that rain turns me on.

©by Voo

May 12, 11

10:50 p.m.