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Read MoreJust hear those lay bells jinglingRing-ting-tingling tooCome on, it's lovely weatherFor a lay together with you Outside the hoes are callinthey’ll be no blue ballin, "Yoo hoo"Come on, it's lovely weatherFor a lay ride together with you Get it up, get...
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Thank you my friend.
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I was laughing so hard at this. Really good rendition Keith;))
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Appreciate that Fia. Hope you had a great holiday my friend..xo
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Oh what fun it is to ride!!! 😂😂😂
This is so funny and creative! Thank you very much for this wonderful Christmas gift, dear Keith!-
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Thank you Elke. Hope you had a great holiday my friend.xo
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A scorched-earth parody that weaponizes familiarity. The humor comes less from punchlines and more from how far it’s willing to push desecration of a cultural comfort song. Not subtle, but very intentional.
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Thanks Thomas.
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Read MoreShe likes it long in the backShe likes it short on the top and the sidesShe likes it back in blackShe wants to go for a mustache ride I am your mullet manYes I amGonna take you for a ride...
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Cleverly penned, Keith. It reads like lyrics my friend. Excellent write. “Do you know the mullet man? Who lives on dreary lane. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I sure do my friend. He lives across the street from me! Thanks Damian.
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Read MoreEveryday it's on repeatdrink your coffee move your feetTake your brain and then disposewhere it goes, nobody knowsJust keep movingjust keep workingDesperate systemmental prisonKeep on the tracksdo not look backJust keep working hoursthat devoursHopes we're dreamingit's deceivingThis is madnesscostumed...
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Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write about the never-ending loop called everyday life my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Appreciate the feedback. Thank you
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Read MoreShall I tell you a story or keep it in a poem Shall I tell you a story or take you home Some verses are hidden secrets that should not be spilled love requited and forbidden but if I tell you, my lips would not be...
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So this is your song if only…I like it.
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Thank you, appreciate that;))
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A song played on a radio, as a teen-aged girl dreams of that secret crush she has. I’m sure that this lyrical gem has been played for so many young women, and men. It’s called a crush because thats what it feels like in our chests, huh!
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Yes your right. A crush feels like our chests is being crushed. Thank you for the comment
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. I really like this a lot. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Thank you Damian:)) appreciate that
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Chère F.,
Every time I discover more reasons to love your write to bits.
And this is also such an event.
At the end of your poem, you offer a possibility to choose. Simply wonderful, but it reminds me of a song I once wrote. A long long time ago. And its title is Bevrijdingsdag. Translated: liberation day. I wouldn’t write a song with such a title today, but that’s another story.The chorus of the song is forceful and perhaps a bit extreme. It translates like this:
You said ‘Married’ – and I said so what
I’d love to choose if I may
Don’t talk to me about divorce
Everyday’s liberation dayAnd then I asked the public:
You’ve heard it. She said ‘married’. But didn’t say who is married, so it’s up to you to choose.
– is he married
– is she married
– are they both married, but not to each otherRaise your hands!
And I would let the public decide. And I would have three songs ready to fit the decision.
A situation, prone to personal ‘colouring’. My personal colouring that is. I’m not On a stage for nothing.Yes, a bit of a long reply. But maybe an idea 💡 for if and when you’re going to do some beat poetry. The public will love you all the more for this kind of surprises. Really.
I’m a huge fan of open mic evenings; maybe I can transfer some of the excitement to you.
Other than that: keep them coming, please.Warm regards, Gus
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I do not mind long replies. I am happy that this ignited a memory and that you are encouraging me to do open mic. I would love to read it. No worries. I will use a translator. Thank you for loving my work. poems and stories.
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Very nice indeed ma’am .. Neville 😎🌻👍
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Thank you, Neville;))
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Cleverly penned, Keith. Only the Dr. Seuss of horror could take this Christmas classic and flip it on its head. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian