lily pads are floating

Lily pads in front of the New Orleans Museum of Art (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

a burbling little brook
with water so crystal clear and new
flows slowly through the woods in my heart
on a path directly from me to you

lily pads are floating
at a pond fed by this gentle stream
down through your valley
open and spring green

this steady flow of love
will always be there
even if you build a dam
with an “I don’t care”

soap opera joe

Little Professor (Photo credit: unloveablesteve)

good Rockwell calculator joe
says “hey I guess it’s time to go”
Joe wants to go out and see
the pretty miss calculator T.I. 33

poor miss calculator T.I. 33 cries
as she flashes her LEDs and lies
“sorry Joe, but I can’t get out and go
for tonight my batteries are so low”

miss calculator T.I. 33 has flipped her silicon chips
for the big iron of IBM System/360 and all his MIPS
but being the snobbish mainframe computer that he is
he will ignore her for a Data General minicomputer named Liz

meanwhile, poor old calculator Joe
tried to kill himself in the freezing cold snow
but his foolish effort was a total failure
and his owner locked him away in a bottom desk drawer

the ballad of the spacer’s guild

Rocket Ship Galileo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

we’re the first to go to explore each new star
in our mighty silver starships
we travel so fast and so very far

each mission we follow the standard plan
searching each new star system
looking for a planet were we can land

if a pretty alien damsel is in distress
first we’ll rush in to save her
then we’ll clean up all the rest of the mess

a bug-eyed monster from Altair we’ll kill
then before we leave to go on our way
some lonely alien heart we will steal

yes, we’re rough and we’re tough
been on every dangerous world in this good galaxy
and everywhere we go, we don’t take no guff

along the way, we’ll fight and save the day
cause that’s the way
that we earn our spacer pay

chorus:

we love space and we love to fight
and we know wrong from right
only we will never fail or yield
we’re the men and women of the spacer’s guild

the starmander

Spotted Salamander (Ambystoma maculatum) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

let me tell you a story with all candor
down on a planet that couldn’t be any blander
there lives an evil and slimy creature called the starmander
that kinda looks like a gigantic spotted salamander

he’s a hundred miles of scales
with a hide as hard as nails
and whole universe quails
at the thought of his evil spells

he will eat an entire planet with a grin
or maybe just smash the space ship you’re in
so there’s no way that you can win
it’s only a matter of when
his evil hunger will begin again

through the depths of space he can fly
and he can destroy a galaxy with one look of his evil eye
sort of makes you wonder why
his evil heart never seems to die
and so all you can do is to cry
oh sure you can try
but there’s no place to hide that he can’t spy
the starmander is just not a nice guy

watching the wreck

Wreck (Photo credit: anyjazz65)

in his youth he fancied himself a savior
a great idealistic leader
destined to save the world of tomorrow
from the hopelessness of today

but no one wanted to be saved

in old age he fancied himself a prophet
a kindly old gray haired sage
using wise words to warn
of the future sorrows to come our way

but no one cared to listen

so he finally fancied himself a nobody
a nondescript average man
standing silently at the side of the road
watching the inevitable wreck unfold

missing Middle Earth

Multnomah Falls or Rivendale? (Photo credit: Serolynne)

singing A Elbereth Gilthoniel
now we long for old Rivendale
O Lorien, O Lorien
how dearly we miss Lothlorien

of Middle Earth, the first born sing
what happiness the memories bring
to Middle Earth our fair hearts yet cling

singing A Elbereth Gilthoniel
the happy times we spent in lovely Rivendale
O Lorien, O Lorien
the years went by slowly in Lothlorien

to Middle Earth where our hearts were so free
the trees, flowers and plants we long to see
for in Middle Earth the first-born will never again be

singing A Elbereth Gilthoniel
no place was sweeter than Rivendale
O Lorien, O Lorien
a place out of time was our Lothlorien

looking for a damsel

Frank Bernard Dicksee. Chivalry (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

tis a dark and dreary life as I gallop by
on my true and brave white steed
forever searching for a damsel in distress
or looking to do some brave deed

such is my sorry misfortune
for the damsels in distress today
can be just a little kinky
and some actually like it that way

and blindly fumbling around
in my armor in a cave in the dark
all the dragons look the same
so, it’s easy to miss my mark

a duel or joust for honor
is always fun and fair
but I’m not sure if there are
any other knights left out there

perhaps, I belong to another time
a time now lost and forgotten
so, I should now put away my armor
and join the common throngs of the misbegotten

Narrator, Cane and Company

English: The young Hebrew David hoists the head of the Philistine Goliath (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

walk, slip, fall
now we’re talking tall
joke, snicker, grin
thru the play you’re in

the good thing that you’ve done
besides the A you’ve won
was to show to everyone
the world can still be fun

a dirty old man with a cane
we never know his name
a loose chick in a tub
seven months, watch out bub

a hit-man named Joab
who shot poor O.J.
a red-letter dancing A
who, in the end, loses her way

a god replete with cape
who we never see
a Goliath with a yell
that can knock over a tree

an old man that can’t see
says don’t look at me
a pair of Siamese not-twins
give support for their country

the old man stumbles thru his part
looks for a closet with a heart
old narrator man what do you say?
you know you’re only in a play

and for those of us who are lonely
a pretty lady shows us the way
grab a friend and get Siamese
grab for life, if you please

a knock-out with an orange
hits his target for a change
an old man who wants a pair
there’s broccoli in the air

and pardon me toots
but this closet’s a little crowded
and a man who feels nothing
feels nothing

calculator blues

English: My calculator, it’s good to use. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I give you the mathematical answers every day
and do all your hard tax work along the way

you treat me like you are a ruthless task master
punching my keys so hard, trying to make me go faster

and if by accident I give you one wrong answer
you act like I have some form of calculator cancer

sorry now, but it’s time for me to go
I feel that my batteries are getting so low

lonely is

Lonely Monkey Ape at Zoo (Photo credit: epSos.de)

a rock orbiting in the void of the asteroid belt
a solitary cloud floating in a sunny blue sky
chocolate without peanut butter
an apple without a pie

the moon without life on its surface
a planet without a moon to glow at night
the sun without a star nearby to shine with
the dark without the light

a body without a soul
a father without his children
a shepherd without his sheep
a man without a woman

me without her