Why People Come Into Our Lives and other funny things

Crap Happens

Just when things are going nice

Comes some yahoo to take a slice

Of your little pie without permission

And then you cry but learn a lesson

And then next day the same ole thing

Comes bouncing down and takes a swing

And knocks your joy right in the dirt

And you get up and hide the hurt

And life goes on as life it does

Your chewing gum gets dropped in fuzz

The devil visits when you are nappin'

But what the hey....you know, crap happens.

Copyright ©2004

by Voo 

Sad But True


Sad but true
What shall we do?
When the money's all gone
We'll cry boo hoo.

Sad but true
Where will we go?
We can't make cookies
Without some dough.

Sad but true
When will we learn?
We'll freeze too death
While Washington burns.

Sad but true
Those turkeys need stuffin'
I'd sell myself
But I ain't worth nothin'.

©voo
Oct 18, 08

The Hillbilly Boogie Man Leaves Home

Cleanin' my ears with a chicken leg
And munchin' on a piece of chalk
I talked myself into standing up
And takin' myself fer a walk.

Now I'd been sittin' there in the shade
For nigh on fifteen years
Chewin' on snakes till my belly would ache
And drinkin' jars full of rain and tears.

The old junk car that I leaned on
Was rusted beyond repair
But she was fine once upon a time
Before she was junked out there.

Now for company I will whistle
And for dinner I will beg
But if you don't talk right, I'll put out your lights
With my fists and my wooden leg.

Now my ole lady done run right off, see
Back in 1942
With the peddling feller by the name of Teller
And that's why I sing the blues.

I cannot work, I cannot plow
I used to hunt but I can't hunt now
I used to fish but I lost my pole
And my worms fell into a crawdad hole.

I used to dance, I used to sing
But I'm useless now, can't do a thing
But moan and groan and lay about
And wait for the hillbilly ghosts to come out.

And then we boogie
Till the cows come home
And it never stops
Cause the cows are gone.

We howl at the moon
And fiddle and pick
And dance with partners
Made out of sticks.

We drink moonshine
From little brown jugs
And rap a little
Like we is thugs.

Then mornin comes
And they go away
And I just lay here
All damn day.

Chewin' on snakes
And drinkin' my tears
And the people pass me
Concerned and afeared.

They look at me crazy
Like they think I'm a haint
And touched in the noggin
But I know I aint.

I see hillbilly ghosties
Even if they don't see
And the rednecks come riding
And a visitin' me.

But today I'm a walkin'
And a leavin' this place
And a goin' to somewheres
Where they don't know my face.

Long years I've been settin'
Neath this old cedar tree
Awaitin' my true love
To come back to me.

But she aint a comin'
I reckon she's dead
At least, in her last letter
That's whut she said.

So I'm a waitin' no longer
I'm leavin' my tree
And lookee there back a yonder
The car's a follering me.......

©by Voo
August 22, 2005
1 a.m

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

THE JOY OF TOMATO 
                  

Juice dripping down my browned arms,
I bit into the vine ripened Jersey tomato like a satyr

I couldn't wait to get it into the kitchen,
I couldn't wait to wash the dirt away

I wanted it right then! Right there!
In the garden, in the noon time sun

And I indulged my desire and gave in to red lust,
And when I had finished, I looked around

To see the neighbors, the mail man, the bill collectors,
Standing there staring at me in wonder

And I blushed and hung my head in shame,
Until they started applauding.

                                      
                                          by Voo

My Favorite Sherlock of all time!!!!



My Boys......Sherlock and Watson!!!

I adore this man!!!!

hilarious clips from Airplane2

Funniest movie ever!!!

SNL Space Station w/Steve Carell

UNMASKED

Music of the Night

Gerard Butler

UnMasked

Alas! I am undone! I said

You've snared me in your arms

You've caught me and I have acquiesced

To the magnetic pull of your charms.

For your eyes have caressed me

All night as I danced

And drawn me here now 

To the thrill of romance.

Take off your mask!

You said in my ear

And I had refused

As though I couldn't hear

And my hair hid me further

As it tumbled and fell

And you grasped me

And pulled me and I tumbled as well.

You danced me down the corridor

As the the musicians softly played

Pulled me into a room and locked the door

I do not know you, sir, I said

I was breathless, pale and frightened

But I did not want to go

I wanted to know why I wanted you

A total stranger I did not know.

Oh, but you do! You whispered

You just don't remember yet

So many times we've played this game

And you always do forget.

For I have visited you often

In visions and in dreams

Written you sonnets and letters

And songs that you could sing.

Painted you landscapes

 And roses, it's true

And thousands of portraits

My love, all of you.

I do not know you, sir, I don't

I've never seen your face

Though there is something in your eyes, 

Your voice, that I can't place.

Take off your mask? I asked of him

But he just bowed his head

Then all the light fled from his eyes

And looked at me, cold and dead.

I pulled away but he pursued

Took me by the hand

Pulled me tight against his chest

And the battle then began

I fought to keep my dignity

Though my dignity had gone

And when his lips trailed down my neck

I knew I stood alone.

Who are you, sir? I begged of him

My head against his shoulder

My heart was racing, my blood was pumping

And he grew even bolder

I am he, he said, He whom you love

And have for all of time 

How can that be? I laughed, kissing him

And his mouth tasted just like wine.

And then I twirled and pushed him away

Ran to the fireplace and cried

You are mad! I exclaimed, You are mad and mistaken!

I do not know you, sir! You've lied!

You will see me again! he said, coming toward me

Pulled me against him, kissed me hard on the lips

And my body betrayed me and pushed in to his

And a strange thrusting motion took over my hips.

What am I doing? I cried aloud

What is this thing you've done to me?

I know no man, nor have I kissed one!

(You are not blind but you cannot see.)

He said in answer, 

Striding toward the door

Then bowed and left me

Alone once more.

I waited minutes, then an hour

I waited for what, I did not know

I collapsed in tears upon the rug

And then at last, I rose to go

The ball was ending, the sun was rising

My father's coach waited at the door

I looked around to see the stranger

But his presence was not there anymore.

Then we drove away

As darkness was dying

While the orchestra still played

In the pale morning light

I hugged myself, smiling

 As we left it behind us

And I danced to the music

 Floating there in the night.

Sad days passed and long, lonely nights full of writhing

Of sleeplessness, fear and my poor heartache's pain

I wrote some letters, made some quiet inquiries

And longed to feel his mouth kiss me again.

But there was nothing and no one knew of him

The handsome man with whom I'd danced

My friends were giddy and hid their laughter

And teased me about my 'great romance'.

Then one night he visited me in a dream

A dream so sweet and yet so strange

He looked so different and yet I knew him

And he held me close and spoke my name.

You are mine, he said, and always will be

Promise you'll wait till you see me again

Promise me this, that you'll remember my kiss

And give your sweet love to no other man.

And I promised him that

And I promised him always

As he touched me and kissed me

All night till the dawn.

And we couldn't hold back

As we gave in to passion

But when morning came calling

He was already gone.

I saw him no more for many a year

At no ball or hall or even in dreams

And he slipped out of my faulty memory at last

And into realms of pure fantasy, or so it seems.

As I grew up from girl to woman

And then to lady who should be wed

I wanted to share my heart with someone

And share my life and share my bed.

My friends all married and moved away

Each with their dream and life and plan

My parents pushed me out into society

And bade me go, find myself a man.

But there was no one to catch my eye

No one to make my heart beat fast

I teased and taunted men I never wanted

And played at love that would not last.

And then one day as I arrived home

Arms full of packages from my many trips

A tall handsome stranger with deep dark eyes

Grabbed me and kissed me upon my lips

Unhand me, sir! I shouted, fearful

My packages flying, I failed to see

Who could be so bold to assault a lady

And then he laughed and said, It's me.

That voice, that voice! I knew that voice!

Those eyes so merry and full of light

But I was confused for no stranger stood there

But the man I had loved in my dreams one sweet night.

Do I know you, sir? I asked him, puzzled

Oh yes, you do! he shook his head

I danced with you at a long ago ball

But the man that I was then is long gone and dead.

How can that be? I scoffed at his fable

You are standing here talking this fine August morn!

And he sighed and he told me the strangest thing yet

For the love of you, I will always be ever reborn.

And we shared our lives and loved each other

Inseparable for many years

We had our good times and our bad times

We had our laughter and our tears.

Then one sad, sad day, he had to leave me

And he flew away then like the wind

I held him tightly till he said, Let go, love 

One day I'll find your face again.

©by Voo

Feb 5, 2019

1:50 a.m.

That's All I Ask of You

THE ANGEL CALLED POETRY

Heavenly music

start now

The Angel Called Poetry

She stepped out of clouds in a dream one night

Into my waning fire

Citing hints that she'd been sent

To ignite my dead desire.

Whispering words below her breath

She bade me to come nearer

In trepidation, I leaned in

But I wanted so to hear her.

Poetry is life and life it's heart

She said and waved her hand

And I inspire the world to write

Be you woman, child or man.

Give me poetry, I begged 

I need it like the air

For I've been blocked by mind distress

And no poetry is there.

Oh, it is there, my frustrated friend

And you will fulfill your task

I'll put the words within your heart

You only need to ask.

I'm asking now, I said to her

As she surveyed my home

Bereft of love and lover, yet

She gave to me a poem.

And what a poem that I did write!

As she whispered so softly

The Poem of Poems, a magical poem

The angel gave to me.

And now I stand before the world

My soul is bared and stark

As I recite in this bright light

What was written in the dark.

The angel called Poetry

The beautiful one

With a heart full of joy

And a face like the sun.

She came from the Heavens

And the Sea filled with words

Bringing them to those poets

Whose prayers she's heard.

And I know she heard mine

For she appeared then to me

Stepping out of the clouds

And fresh from that Sea.

Giving me words

That I've never used yet

Burning them in my brain

So I will not forget.

And I write and I write

As my glad heart keeps humming

And I rhyme and I rhyme

And the poems just keep coming.

But there is one special poem

Gathered out of that Sea

That she gave me to write

To bring Love back to me.

And I'm writing it now

On the door to your heart

And it binds us forever

And will not let us part.

Do you hear it, my love?

Does your soul hear somehow?

Every line calls your name

Bids you come to me now.

And I feel her still watching

From that place far above

The Angel called Poetry

From the land that's called Love.

©by Voo

February 21, 2019

1:08 a.m.

inspired by someone

from the Land of Love

on the other side of DREAMS.....

Place Called Love

IMAGINING YOU

Just My Imagination

Imagining You

Is it just my imagination
Or are you really real?
Are you really holding me right now
And making me to feel....

That all my dreams might come to pass
And all my hopes come true
Are you really telling me to dream
But dream of only you?

You need not ask that question, love
For there is no one else
That can make me dream such magic things
Not even my own self.

I do not know where you came from
What star from whence you fell
What moon beam dropped you in my life
For the sun won't even tell.

One day I woke and you were here
Where you'd never been before
Walking up my garden path
And knocking on my door.

The bluebirds serenaded 
The rose expressed perfume
The buttercups stood up and danced
With the moon flower and the moon.

And the sound of music filled the air
Pianos, violins
Saxophones and guitar strings
From the hands of holy men.

I looked around to see if I
Had died and gone to Heaven
For you were an angel standing there
That my heart had surely beckoned.

But then you smiled and shook your head
No, I am real, you see
For the angels heard you when you cried
And they have dispatched me.

For I was crying, too, you  know
And longing for your love
And wondering if we'd ever meet
And they watched us from above.

It's not imagination
No matter how you feel
We may have been born in that good place
But you and I are real.

And I have come to take you to
That paradise you seek
It's in a world you may not know
For your heartsight has grown weak.

The world that lives in here, you said
And pointed to your heart
The place that love has always been
Where we've never been apart.

And now we'll abide forever there
Where none can tear asunder
And you won't have to imagine me
Or ever have to wonder.

And I gave my hand and gave my heart
To the man that came that  day
Who walked out of my hopes and dreams
And here will always stay.

 

Kiss of Life

©by Voo

February 18, 2019
10:49 p.m.

DEAR KEVIN WALSH a spur of the moment write for someone very special

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
With your feet in your head
And your brains in your shoes
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose
kevin, age 9


                                                  
                                    
 DEAR KEVIN WALSH:

Kevin comes in like a rain storm

With his poetry

Washing away the dust of life

Off of your weary bones

Cleaning away the muck and mire

And making you feel human again.

Then he shutters the sun

And does a happy dance

Around the moon

Just because he can

And oh, how we love to watch him

Hear him, see him, know him

Just happy to be in his widening circuit. 

And just when things get darkest

He flies in on his magic carpet

And uncovers the sun again

And you stand and watch in amazement

As flowers rise up out of the concrete

And fill your hands

With beauty

And your nostrils 

Full of honeysuckle.

He tells the most amazing tales

Tales you want to believe

Tales you want to live in

And partake in

In some small way

Because he can take the most mundane

Subjects and make them

Live in a newness of life

That was never there before.

A perpetual boy,

Now a man,

But only on the outside

Inside he is Aladdin

And Frodo,

Peter Pan,

And

Robin Hood

All rolled into one

Marvelous, 

Magical 

Creature

Known as Kevin.

And we love him

For who he is

And we love him

For who he was

And we need him

To always stay in reach

Because we all need

People like him in our lives

To remind us that this is not

All that there is, 

This routine, ho hum, dog eat dog existence

Out here alone

Where poetry hides it's face

And waits for those

Who seek it out

And recognize it's worth

In this darkening world.

Kevin is one such as this

Finding poetry and magic

In every raindrop,

Every beam of sun, 

Every abandoned car

And old shoe

For he is not of this earth

But from a far distant land

On the other side of Heaven

Where poets come from

Where they only speak the language

Of poetry

And all their dialogues rhyme.

When true poets meet,

We always recognize one another

Even if we have never met before

We know one another by the spirit,

Our hearts

And the glow that emanates

From our fingers

As we write magic words

That take your heart away

To that place from whence we came

And make it real to you.

Kevin lived most of his life

Without having known his true talent,

His true nature

He thought he was just an ordinary boy

Until one day

He wrote a poem

And then another

And another

And amazingly he knew he was special

And no longer alone.

For suddenly

He was surrounded by poets

From near and far

And we encircled him in our arms

And embraced him with our hearts

And we showed him how it felt

To be loved

And he loved us back

And healed us, too, and cheered us

For we were homesick also

For that distant land

And never knew it.

And he told us tales about home

And made us remember how good it was,

How sweet it was,

How dear it was to remember

And write about

And share with those who need

A little magic in their lives

And for this, Kevin,

We are appreciative,

We are thankful.

And we are constantly waiting

And yearning with each passing day,

For you to take us back into your world

And read and learn and play again

The games you played as a 9 year old

Now living in the body of a man

That most of us have yet to meet

And yet love so much

 With all our grateful hearts.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(bless you Kevin Walsh

for the joy you have brought into

our lives. Never stop writing poetry.

Never grow up. Never stop believing in magic.

And never forget us, your friends.)

©By Voo

February 14, 2019

2:25 a.m.