Right As Rain

I buy the paper
read the history
in the works
Of common things
and common jerks
What's happen
to the world
That I don't know?

History Dates and
Omens
They Please the mind
Not the Soul
Intellectual
Crap
Taught Me
By The Romans

Oh, I Always
Thought For Myself
How Strange
The Paradox
Tie Down A Heroine
And She Feels
The Weight of Ropes
She Feels The Weight of Ropes

But All Things Are Not The Way
They Are Suppose To Be
Are We Like Two Strangers
On The Street?
Are We Like Two Strangers
On The Street?

In Ancient Chaste Poetic
I Prove To You That Love Is
Nothing But Pathetic

Pass The Menu
I'll Have Another Cup of Coffee, Please
I Watch The Strangers Come and Go
You Are Some Where In This World
That I Don't Know

Oh, I Always Thought For Myself
How Strange To Be Like Us
Tie Down A Heroine and She Feels
The Weight of Ropes

Are We Just Two Strangers On The Street?
Are We Just Two Strangers On The Street?


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The Idea of Him

It isn't him, really.
I don't know him that well.
And how
easily
he could play me for a fool.
Still,
the idea of him, is well
wonderful.
Just the idea of him.
Does he shower and shave
in that smell of male.
Is he fun to be with
and is he special?
I can't help myself,
I'm feeling, well
playful.
He could play me for a fool, until
I fell.
Just the idea of him, is well
wonderful.
Just, the idea of him.
The idea of him is
so right, somehow.
That I close my eyes
and why why it is
that I pray now
everynight
that I'll be his.
It isn't him, really.
I just can't say
how eaily
he could play me for a fool.
Still, the idea of him,
is well,
wonderful.
Just, the idea of him.
Copyright 2008 Peggy Penny

Nude Love

He tasted nude love,
touched and entered
the wish too strong for words.
A ripple upon his lonliness,
wave upon the Earth.
How near the spirits
come to one.
How far emotions grow.
Like grains of strength
on mountains high
over which all men
must go.
Copyright 2008 Peggy Penny

Natural Country

Natural Country

Natural Country
I wish I was a guitar player
In a rock & roll band

Oh, I wish I was a guitar player
In a rock & roll band

But every time I pick up the geeter
It just says, twang

Oh, I wish I was a singer
In a rock & roll band
I wish I was a singer
For a rock & roll band

But, every time I get up to saang
I forgeet my name
Oh yeah?
Yes, truly,

I wish I could get up &
be a rock & roll star

Oh, I wish that I could get fed up
be sassy & sultry like they are

But every time
I ask, pretty please

Natural Country for me

When I get up
I ask, please

Natural Country for me, please.

(Bridge)

Tune it
up with a fork

Find it
playing at every bend to the North.

I wish I was a Star
Oh, I wish I was a poet

So I could feel the freedom train
Oh, I wish I was a poet

So, I could answer the unknown by name

But, every time I see the future

I ask Natural Country for me, please

Every time I write a love tune

I ask, Natural Country for me, please

Copyright 2009 Peggy Penny
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