Buddy Bee Anthony
We all can dream
I write poetry and sing songs to improve my station.
I am in it for me, but I am not greedy. I would love to collaborate with other artists and like minded fiends.
I enjoy word construction. I am, if you must label me,
a construction worder. Which, as my curiosity would lead me I have become enamored with reconstruction, which is an aspiring artists duty to ... more »
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Buddy Bee Anthony Poems
Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up work me out work me flip side down Work me here
Wild Rice Soak
There's Pizza delivery Indian Cuisine Tex-Mex Thai
One bird song hungry for their mother One bird song seeks shelter on the docks One bird song is warring on their brother One bird song is beating all the clocks
Remedy on a Frenemy
I remain awestruck by your solemn stillness in a maelstrom of discord. I pay my respect to your passion to coalesce social changelessness with desireless equality.
Comin and Goin
Chat that best gal pal on up. Get more than a little bit flirty and go down down deep down and dirty they don't have of all the marbles yet
I don't know why she makes me feel so good She hurt me real fine with her sheep dipped cigarettes Boone's Farm bottles of wine
You bring the duct tape and I'll get the handcuffs Take the party bus down off the ramp you grab the chains and
Master Ghuey Charles Dickens
We brought home a kitty cat, his name they said was Ghuey. lazier than a hound dog and n'er the worry. Somehow Ghuey's got baby's momma wrapped deep in his spell. Ghuey won't be faring around here so well.
Flower Child In Need
Organically, forever shy With tangled hair that's me oh my Sittin in a chair that doesn't fit
Raven What can we make of this war for our village
Anarchy Street Musician
I play and sing from the A to the G that's where you can find me your anarchy street musician With your French toast or at midday tea
King David's Gold
Young David bold a story old made a pledge up high on golden altar A bloody Sunday's sacrilege boy king, not gonna falter
The Face Behind The Bar -new-
I'm the face behind the bar you drop your coins and bills into my jar. The friendly stranger you spill your guts to Step up to my finishing line.
Helen Of Troy
She asked if I would write a poem about her She wants to know if she's my Helen of Troy It's true, the holes I'm finding in my boat are causing quite a stir
Quotationsmore quotations »
''there is a time to fish and a time to mend your nets.''My Eastern European Immigrant Paternal grandfather's saying.
''If my touchas(rear end) had teeth, I could chew gum with it.''My father's quote when he thought something someone said or said they could do was only a pipe dream. A very big if.
''The harder you work, the luckier you get.''My father's pep talk to me when after I sold my first policy as a Rookie Sales agent for an insurance company. Just where he started almost 20 years i...
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up
work me out
work me flip side down
Work me here
work me there
work me with renown
Work me hot
work me greedy
work me through and through
Work me to the very marrow
work me just like I'd work you
Work me proud
work me late
work me do not hesitate
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue
Work me steady, work me needy
work me to a lather
Work me til my backbone breaks
and the buzzards gather
Work me in, work me under
work me til I bleed
Work me over red hot coals
work me like a...