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Helms Jackson

This morning, as I end my participation in International Blog Nothing Week, (Another of my lame ideas) I'd like to present you with a poem from yet another North Carolina author and friend. Enjoy.

Wake of Our Remains
by Helms Jackson

Stained I ignore the feelings
Of malice since life demands, and
Liars may try concealing it but
The cracks pervade the plan.
Only wish for love to feel
So that my heart begins to heal.
Please continue reading...

I'd like to encourage everyone to read all of Mr Jackson's work and encourage him to continue penning his verse.

BloggingPoet.com Makes Top 100

I haven't been writing and posting much of late as I've spent most of my time managing my boss's business, building the Local Recycler's Search Engine that he and I own jointly and launching EzGreensboro.com. But I'm happy to have learned that according to Wikio.com, BloggingPoet.com is rated one of the top 100 literary blogs in the world.

And in case anyone is interested, I now donate 100% of my book royalties to green causes just because I can.

Finally, my children's poetry site, LaureatesKids is back online and promise I'll post some new poetry soon.

Have It Your Way, Joe

And so it is, the war drags on and the Fast Food Poetry never ends.

Burger City Brothel

BK Joe, he came to town,
said, "I'll keep 'em hoppin'."
Sonic Poppers hung from his side,
from death there was no stopping.
Tendercrisp was tied in there,
filet so soft and sweet.
Tomorrow, they would turn her out.
Next week she'd be spoilt meat.

Fast Food Delights, the story of the Fast Food Wars is on its way to becoming... Something?

I'm In, Are You?

Just letting you know this blog will be participating in International Blog Nothing Week.

My Children's Poetry Blog Is Live Again!

I thought it was gone forever when I fell on hard times and was unable to pay for hosting but the folks at Squarespace kept my data on file for well over a year even after the site went down... Anyway, thanks to the great folks at Squarespace, my children's poetry site is live again.

My thanks to Anthony and the gang at Squarespace. After a loved one was killed yesterday and my youngest brother in the hospital tonight, it's nice to get good news.

Psalngs By John Lefebvre

Got a couple of CDs in the mail recently. To the publicist/promoter/agent who sent me a copy of Simple Man by KR Morales: You must be really crappy at your job to think I'd enjoy something like that. To KR: Dude, I'm not dissin' you, your music just ain't the sort of thing us old dudes like to listen to. Do yourself a favor and fire the idiot before he blows your entire marketing budget sending CDs to the wrong reviewers.

As for Psalngs... Well the word isn't to be found in my 1932 page Funky Wagnall small print, Encyclopedic Edition International Dictionary of the English Language but I think the word has something to do with some Old Testament Bible Verses about David and Goliath... Or Moses and Solomon or something from the... Whatever it is, it's a mystery to me.

As for John Lefebvre... Well he's a bit of a mystery too. John is a lawyer who quit the business of practicing law to become a musician. You see, while I've known quite a few very talented people who practice law, it's rare that one of them has the guts to chuck their cushy jobs and actually seek to earn their way as an artist. Fact is: I've seen more musicians fail because of their cushy day jobs than I've seen fail because they weren't talented enough to make it in the music biz. Then again, John was stuck in LA when he recorded the CD so I reckon he made the best of it.

What is also a mystery is the free online release of every song on John's new album. That's right, you don't have to know Clint (John's online marketer) to get Psalngs for free, you can download a free copy at Psalngs.com. I mean, how are they going to make a living if they give it away.

Maybe later I'll tell you about the DVD that came with it.

The Cow's Eatin' Jello, Sheep's Readin' Porn

Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn;
the cow’s eatin’ Jello, the sheep are readin’ porn.
The chickens are a cackling, what they’re sayin’s really bad,
and if this is just a dream it’s the worst I ever had.

Little Boy Blue, come play a song for me
of a time when life was better, or things that just can’t be.
Blow your loudest Jazz or lose me in some Blues.
Anything to chase away this life of tryin’ news.

Little Boy Blue, would you like to stay a while,
woo us with your cool notes, sooth us with your style.
Momma’s cookin’ supper, we could set a plate for you.
No, she wouldn’t mind if you played ‘til one or two.

Little Boy Blue, play that song our Momma likes,
the one with all those high notes that really, really spike.
Plays as if we’re payin’ an’ play it really loud.
Play it good an’ keep it tight so Momma be real proud.

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn
and blow our blues away.

It's a parody-- get it? Okay, so you don't... Doesn't matter... Who's kidding who? Of course it matters. Anyway, if anyone cares I've been nominated by a friend for the job of Poet Laureate of North Carolina along with who knows how many really deserving poets. Maybe next time I'll share a real children's poem. Maybe someone from the selection committee will actually give it a read.

Mommy, Where Do Poetry Bloggers Go When They Die?

A Poet's Blogroll

I click on the links.
There's nobody there.
They gave up the ghost
and hide in despair,
for once they were poets
but now they're but links--
just names on a blogroll,
just plain old dead links.

And I wonder where they've gone.

Leave It To Me To Screw Things Up

Damned If You Do

Damned if you do,
damned if you don't.
Don't play, you won't win,
don't win and you want.
It's all about money
except when it's not.
They tell you, "Stay cool
if you want to be hot."

And me, I'm just as confused as always.