share your poetry/songs?

Question

for the penguin?

Answer 1

penguins are such lovely things,
they have big, black, shiny wings.
they swim and play in snow all-day,
and never know which way to go.
they like to eat fresh scaly fish,
and never ever from a dish!!!

Answer 2

I have over 300 songs that I've writen. Here's parts of 3 of my works:

"A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that kiddie meal used to make me smile
I knew that if I had a bite
That I could make those people right
And maybe they'd be fatter, for a while

But swimming practice made me slimmer
Even with every gram the food’d deliver
Bad news on the market,
So big my car just couldn’t park it

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about nutrition lies
But something touched me deep inside
The day, the fattening, died.

They started singing *Chorus* Fry, Fry, its American Fry
Drove my Chevy to the Wendy’s but the Wendy’s was dry
And them good old boys were drinking cola and Sprite
Singing this will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die" -me, my parody of Don McLean's "American Pie" which I call "American Fry".

"Wake up
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Are the prayers all getting through?
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
They’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you tell me memories?

There is no pain, our hearts fill with hope
A long road back with a nation praying
You come to us in puzz’ling numbers
Your lips move but only He can hear your words
When you were with me times were always good
Words weren’t spoken all in our tears
Please don’t get that feeling any more
HE can’t explain, we would not understand
This is not how life is
Please, it’s only just a bad dream" -my parody of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" which I call "Just a Bad Dream" for my step sister who is currently in a coma in a hospital after being in a serious car accident 2 weeks ago.

"If I listened long enough to the sermon
I’d find a way to believe that it’s all true
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe

Something like that makes it hard to see the truth or see the light
Something like that makes it easy to walk right on out the door

If I gave you time to change my mind
I’d find a way to just leave the choice behind
Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried
Still I look to find a reason to believe" -my parody of Tim Hardin / Rod Stewart's "(Find A) Reason to Believe", I wrote it after that male prostitute said he had a relationship with an important pastor or whoever he was.

Answer 3

Now this is a story all about how my
Life got flipped turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I become the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys they were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

Answer 4

Sure here's a few...
Why are you crying is your question...
But I ask...
who is the girl in the reflection...
That's staring back at me,
So very vividly,
Her eyes they seem to haunt my spirit,
You speak these words,
But I don't seem to hear it..
So why am I crying you might ask,
It's because of the happiness I know I'll never grasp

Sorrow
Sorrow is poison,
Running through your veins,
Sorrow is a cold, rainy day,
Consuming the only warmth left,
Sorrow is constriction,
Holding, tearing, and burying your heart,
It suffocates until there is no breath,
Sorrow is a deep, deep cut,
Bleeding, bleeding,
Until there aren't any tears to cry,
Sorrow holds you tightly,
It locks you up inside,
If only you could see,
Then maybe, just maybe,
You could find the key......

Black
Black looks like a cold, dark night,
It feels like somethings not right,
Dark, smooth, and rich velvet,
Swarms around you filling your emptiness,
Black smells like blood, it rots slowly,
Leaving it's stench behind,
It sounds like screaming, slow moans of pain,
Someone who needs your help,
But they have no place to hide,
Black tastes oh, so sweet, but then gently gets bitter,
The sweetness to lure you,
And the bitterness to reassure you,
That black is sadness, cold, dark, sadness
Slowly surrounding your every move,
Taking your breath, so that you have no more,
You must never be tempted, to go upon black's shore!

Answer 5

Oh Mr Penguin
your wee little willy
is oh so chilly

Answer 6

Never give away something personal
that has money potential. People won't
respect the gift.

Answer 7

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I see a Penguin
and OH BOY..its you!

Answer 8

here i sit buns a flexin, pooping out another penguin.

Answer 9

go to www.myspace.com/crawfish11 and you can see my brothers

Answer 10

no thanks =/