I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Kissing You I think about kissing you in the morning When I first open my eyes And look around to see what kind of day it'll be Then, no matter if sunny or stormy, I close my eyes again and kiss you In the realm between waking and dream. I think about kissing you in the noon time When everyone else is eating lunch Or chatting on iphones or androids And complaining around lunch rooms To anyone who will listen about how boring Their lives have become But not me. I go through my day smiling At what I will see when I see you again And what I will say when I hear your voice And what I will do when my eager fingers Touch your skin and feel the passion Building up inside you and me Like anticipation on Christmas Eve. I think about kissing you in the twilight When the gold of the day meets the blue of the night When traffic quiets down on land and sea And a soft hush falls over the city streets Awaiting whatever mystery the midnight holds And all the lonely people look on in envy At lovers walking by, holding hands and smiling Like you and me. I think about kissing you in the evening When you walk in the door Looking like a mythicalTitan Arising out of the sea Or stepping off of a cloud After a long day of running the Universe (Or dictating letters) Or planning another Paradise For the woman you adore. I think about kissing you in the dark When you lie passing beyond consciousness Onto that golden shore you walk on Into the land of lucid dreams and fairytales That may or may not be reality But nevertheless, exists in your soul And occasionally, I meet you there. I think about kissing you at midnight When my blood runs it's hottest And all the day's little horrors have faded And passed into history and out of my mind It's then my lips cry out for the taste of yours And moan in low tones Until your sweet mouth finds mine And devours me the way I long to be devoured. I think about kissing you in the wee hours When the veil between realms is thinnest And heaven and hell can glimpse one another And glare at one another and weep for the loss When demon and angel can stare into One another's eyes and acknowledge the battle That they know will one day surely come But that matters little to me and I give it no thought. I think about many things in the course of my day I dream about many things in the course of my night I work and play and go and come And plan and peruse and whisper and hum But all of those things in the great scheme of things Are just trivial time killers to pass the time And will all disappear like the mist on the morning When my real life begins and I'm once again Kissing you.
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'.
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.......
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
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