Who Do You Think You're Foolin?

When I was just a boy,

When I was just a boy,

The Devil would Call My Name,

I'd say, "Now,

Who Do You Think You're Foolin?!?!"

I'm a consecrated boy,

My Father He loves me, He loves me,

He gets down on His knees and hugs me,

He loves me like a rock,

He loves me like a rock of ages,

He loves me.

When I was grown to be a man,

When I was grown to be a man,
And the Devil would call my name
I'd say "Now,
Who do you think you're fooling?"
I'm a consummated man
My Father loves me, He loves me,
He gets down on his knees and hugs me,
He loves me like a rock,
He rocks me like the rock of ages,
And He loves me.

When I grew old and close to death,

Old and close to death,

And the Devil would Call My Name,

I'd say, "Now,

Who Do You Think You're Foolin?!?!"

I'm a capitulated man,

My Father He loves me, He loves me,

He gets down on His knees and hugs me,

He loves me like a rock,

He loves me like a rock of ages,

He loves me.

*This is a gospel kind of poem/song. It is written about God, but it doesn't matter if you don't believe in God. It can be about your father as well. It is largely based upon the song Loves Me Like A Rock by Paul Simon.

A Flash of the Silvery Spoon

Poppy Perrywinkle was a spoiled boy,
A brat one might say.

One day Poppy was walking down the street,
Minding his own business,
When in a flash of lightning,
Down flew a silvery spoon,
Right in front of Poppy's feet.

He greedily picked up the superb spoon,
and left it in his room,
But he couldn't stop thinking about it.
It clung to his mind,
Like vines to a tree.

he started eating everything with it,
soup turned to ice cream,
oatmeal to pudding,
cereal to pie,
He ate everything and anything with the silvery spoon.

One day he realized a horrible truth,
His beloved silvery spoon,
Was nothing more than a heinous hook,
That left holes,
Holes in his mouth,
In his heart.

*I think this version is better. Thank you to Randi Fischer for editing it.

Ribbons Of Sand

Ribbons of sand,

Blowing against the sea,

Tying my heart in knots,

And freeing my loathsome soul.

The tide rushes in,

Crashes against the might breakers,

Relinquishes my ribbons,

Vulnerable.

Defenseless.

The ribbons rush back,

My ribbons of sand,

Blowing against the sea,

Tying my heart in knots,

And freeing my loathsome soul.

Draw Me A Sheep

Draw Me A Sheep,

Make her soft,

Make her fluffy,

Make her white*,

Make her strong,

But lovely,

Give her eyes that shine like jewels,

And a nose cuter than a button.

Last but not least,

Put a small slender scar,

On both our hearts,

So she'll be mine,

And I'll be hers,

Forever and ever.

*I'm not a racist, just most sheep are white. I don't want people looking too much into that.

Poppy's Play

"If you'll gather 'round me, children,

A story I will tell,*

About Poppy Perrywinkle, a soldier,

He knew those bunkers well.

It was in the town of Toms River,

In the spring of 44',

Poppy was driving his supped up V8 Ford,

Without a care in the world.

There a recruiter approached him,

In a manner rather crude,

Forceful words of indoctrination,

Caught young Poppy by surprise.

Papa Perrywinkle told him,

Because he loved him so,

"No Poppy,

Don't Be A Hero!"

Poppy ignored his papa,

He wanted to see the world,

And fight the dirty Hun.

So he joined the United States Marine Corp,

Section A, Company 1.

Poppy landed on the beaches of Normandy,

He fought the hardest he could,

But he left his bloody brains,

Out on the stormy coast.

26 days later,

A somber man in black,

Came and told old papa,

Poppy wasn't coming back.

He said to him,

"Your son, he was a hero,

A boy he came, but a man he died",

Papa just cried and cried and cried.

*I borrowed that line directly from Pretty Boy Floyd by Woody Guthrie, which this poem/song is directly influenced by.

Walking Down

A boy walks down the street,
He says,
"What am I doing here?
What's in it for me?
I want this.
I want that.
Life's going too slow,
I want to go fast,
Zoom out of innocence,
And leave this ignorance in the past."

His old dad drops by,
Gives his son a bear hug,
Gives him some free advice,
Some fatherly advice,
He tells him,
"Don't go so fast,
You've gotta make the moments last.*"



A man walks down the street,
He says,
"What am I still doing here?
I've worked at my 9-5,
All of my life,
I've got nothing,
No reason to live,
Just hungry, selfish mouths to feed,
And 1/2 a foot in the grave,
I'm crying for life,
Begging for death,
Who can decide?"

The man calls his pop,
He asks what to do, what to say, what to feel,
His father tells him,
"Your life may be hard,
But you're going soft,
You need a shot at redemption,
And you have plenty of time,
So just let it ride."


An old man walks down the street,
He says,
"I've done all I can here,
I've lived my life,
Though my body may be going,
My soul is strong,
I am ready to go."



*I took those 2 lines from a Simon and Garfunkel song called The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy).

This is my 1st poem in a while so don't be too judgmental, I'm coming back, but it's gonna be slow.

Ffib

A God among men,
They followed him,
Like sheep to the shepherd,
His ability overwhelming,
His name known throughout the land,
In the days of 15 minute fame,
His glory went on for days.

There could be no more love between him and his father,
His hero, his idol, his friend,
The epitome of excellence,
The only thing greater than the admiration,
Was the deception.

A dreadful secret,
A terrible truth,
A child of pride,
He drinks from the sickening cup,
Becoming lost in himself,
He plummets into the everlasting dust of hope.

His feelings overwhelm him,
His body and brain turn to mush,
A ghost in a ghastly world,
A lost soul,
A life unfulfilled,
A “fib” of the man,
That was once Biff.

*Finally putting this poem up because Honors English is over. This is the poem I made for Marisa Simone's project. I hope you like it, I think it's good.