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WHY; My Love?

11 Aug

 

Tell me why,

why oh why,

did you lie,

why oh why,

to my eye,

why oh why,

did you lie?

 

Why, when I told you I loved you,

did you drug me,

and duct tape me to the chair?

 

Why, when I tattooed your name,

on both my wrists,

did you handcuff them to the bed?

 

Tell me why,

by and by,

did you lie,

why oh why,

you didn’t try,

why oh why,

didn’t you cry?

 

Why, when I built you a ship in a bottle,

did you drink the contents,

and throw the bottle in the ocean?

 

Why? Did you put a note in it,

and words of love,

with the other person’s name?

 

Tell me why,

why oh why,

did you lie,

why oh why,

do I cry,

why oh why,

when you lie?

 

Why, when I carved your initials,

in our trysting tree,

did you set the damn thing on fire?

 

Why, after I put our names,

in the fresh concrete,

did you turn it into shoes for me?

 

Tell me why,

why oh why,

did you fly,

why oh why,

didn’t you try,

why oh why,

did you lie?

 

Why, when you know I can’t swim,

in those ‘love shoes’,

was wrapping me in burlap necessary?

 

Why? weren’t the concrete feet enough,

too weigh down my heart,

to the depths of the East River?

 

Tell me why,

why oh why,

do I sigh,

why oh why,

must my heart die,

why oh why,

did you say ‘good-by’?

 

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God save the USA (Proper Revisit for Today)

4 Nov

 

GOD SAVE THE USA

by Waldo Tomosky on Thursday, August 11, 2011 at 4:35pm

I just saw an empty man,,

Make an empty speech,

He once said “Yes we can”,

But now he does beseech,

The congressmen and women,

On both sides of the isle,

“Please won’t you come together?”

“So I can save my style?”

“I’ve tried to be ambiguous”,

“I have not made a decision”,

He sold out the Dems in congress,

With sureness and precision.

He made them do the dirty work,

While he smiled and winked at all,

Nancy beguiled by a quirky smirk,

Harry wooed by a Whitehouse call.

Boehner wept with ego and pride,

As the tea party leaders and goats,

Marched, sang and chanted outside,

And The Fed printed bond-notes,

While Gerstner re-figured his taxes,

The Pres took another vacation,

And the Repubs sharpened their axes,

The Hoi Polloi voiced consternation,

“Screw them all, We’ve had enough”,

“I think anarchy may have a point”,

“Let’s all get edgy, smarmy and tough”,

Then they collectively lit up a joint,

And they sadly said “Goodby my lovely USA”,

I’m moving to China or Kazakstan,

Where unions don’t demand high pay,

I’ll have a job and act like a man,

“God save the USA.”

  • © Copyright – Waldo Tomosky

THE CRAVEN

4 Jun

With deepest apologies to the graduate of West Point.

For those who wish to read bigger print please click on the word posters.

 

 

 

Nevermore

Craven first four

Behind the door

Craven second four

bIRD OR FIEND

Craven third four

Lenore

Craven fourth one

the end

©W.TOMOSKY

MY INTERNET GAL

1 Jun

Confused 

I was simply looking for a fishing pal,

But accidentally met an internet gal,

We Facebooked and Tweeted through the night,

Until dawn breaking, shedding early first light.

 

She said she liked walks along deserted beach,

I told her I liked challenges, I enjoyed a big reach,

She sent me some photos, not one, two or three,

But a whole album, she was pretty I can’t disagree.

 

I told her my marriage was quite on the rocks,

I lived with dingy shirts and mismatched socks,

She was lonely, her marriage not working out,

He was an abuser, a bully, a fat lurking lout.

 

She often posted clever things on FaceBook,

Every morning I arose to take a quick look,

In hopes of finding a secret love message for me,

“There is something, yes something” I said with glee.

 

I spent hours and hours on internet at work,

My boss started watching, he was such a big jerk,

Her husband watched her also, not a trusting soul,

We needed to hook-up, we aspired to that goal.

 

Month after month at the end of each day,

We contacted each other, the internet way,

We Facebooked our digital sins to each other,

Opened our souls, without wondering wuther.

 

We were doing anything wrong, immoral too,

Both needing a real life that was long overdue,

An arrangement was made, we could soon meet,

At Lexington Avenue and East 97th Street.

 

I was to wear brown pants and matching bow tie,

She was going to be in yellow, bright like the sky,

We both waited on the corner, neither of us aware,

That two husky males would make a horrible pair.

 

He assumed my name “Jackie”, was feminine you see,

And it seemed that “Freddie” was Caribbean to me,

We laughed all the way to Greek delicatessen,

And agreed no longer would we be internet messin’.

 

We were not switch hitters, one way, just AC,

This was a terrible stretch for him and for me,

Person to person “friendship” is the only way to go,

You never know on facebook who or what will show.

 

So if you get an hankering for vicarious digital thrills,

There are Willhelmenas who previously were Bills,

Save Facebook for politics and other silly stuff too,

Out there it’s a nuthouse a complex psycho zoo.

THE SADDIST POEM EVERY WRITTEN

30 May

Frost wrote crap while humanity wrote truth.

Humanity overrides pap and icing on the cake.

This is humanity at its best.

And if you do not believe me then attempt to live the life that the rest of humanity lives.

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TWO DIMENSIONAL POETRY (Possibly three)

29 May

         Punchinello Dec 24 1870 page 196

Two dimensional poems

WIRELESS

13 Apr

Have you ever watched an internet cloud float by?

Or a gracefull spider weave an world-wide-web?

No one I know ever has – – – and neither have I.

 

Have you ever seen a threatening grey skype?

Or in a library, browsed through a face book?

The library has never had a tome of that type.

 

Have you ever linked-up with a U R L?

Or made friends without first speaking?

How is that possible? – – – do pray tell.

 

Have you ever looked at a person’s gravatar?

And thought that it is globally recognized?

I think them more of a personalized avatar.

 

And here I sit – – – playing with my blog,

Thinking I am unique in this world,

But knowing – – – I am simply a cog,

 

On this thing called the digital highway,

Can we all  meet together, face -to-face?

I hope you would rather do it my way.

 

©W. Tomosky