Joy Leftow's Blog, page 43
August 6, 2009
My pussy poem copying margaret cho
Have any of you seen Margaret Cho? Not many comedians make me laugh but she does. You've got to watch her My Puss on you tube.
I wrote my own My Puss poem. Not quite Margaret Cho's masterpiece yet but it will entertain.
My puss is pretty and pink
Your puss is ugly and stink
My puss is sweet like a flower
Your puss is dirty and sour
My puss is nice and tight
Your puss is loose and a fright
My puss is clean and shaved
Your puss should be hidden in a cave
My puss smells spectacular
There's no vernacular to de
I wrote my own My Puss poem. Not quite Margaret Cho's masterpiece yet but it will entertain.
My puss is pretty and pink
Your puss is ugly and stink
My puss is sweet like a flower
Your puss is dirty and sour
My puss is nice and tight
Your puss is loose and a fright
My puss is clean and shaved
Your puss should be hidden in a cave
My puss smells spectacular
There's no vernacular to de
July 31, 2009
Billie's Blues Dog Rescue #VI
Billie's blues on my mind tonight
I've morphed into Billie singing my blues to her blues we are one
Your protestations sink into my instrumentals
Everything's easy to get on the Internet; you can get whatever you want to.
I'm a fool to want you, for heaven's sake why am I in love, here's a chance fall in love.
I race up the stairs to face closing doors #1 train, elevated, a second too late. For God's sake, my breath jagged, voice barely whispers on exhale. A golden red-nosed puppy stands before me, j
I've morphed into Billie singing my blues to her blues we are one
Your protestations sink into my instrumentals
Everything's easy to get on the Internet; you can get whatever you want to.
I'm a fool to want you, for heaven's sake why am I in love, here's a chance fall in love.
I race up the stairs to face closing doors #1 train, elevated, a second too late. For God's sake, my breath jagged, voice barely whispers on exhale. A golden red-nosed puppy stands before me, j
July 24, 2009
Blogging in Washington Heights
It's very pleasing and rewarding to be appreciated artistically. Thank you Carla Zanoni for featuring both of our blogs in your blogwatch. I have been reading Zanoni's Blogwatch since it's inception in Manhattan Times. Her blog, The Streets Where We Live is also enlightening.
I was featured on February 5th blogwatch and didn't even know it until a few weeks ago.
Here's the link to my feature. I'm on page 2.
The Cartier Street Review and Joy Leftow's Blog
A visit to The Cartier Street Review, a nonpr
I was featured on February 5th blogwatch and didn't even know it until a few weeks ago.
Here's the link to my feature. I'm on page 2.
The Cartier Street Review and Joy Leftow's Blog
A visit to The Cartier Street Review, a nonpr
July 22, 2009
my first paid poem Is it Love or Excuses
Nothing to sneeze at. I didn't think it was my best poem but hell, it's decent and also nothing to sneeze at. Most of anything I do is nothing to sneeze at.Back in the mid 90's I got paid $50 for a slam out on Long Island at some place called butterflies & oops - can't recall the second part of the name. Another time I got paid $100 to be on a cable t.v. show called words and images (Damn is this the name?) hosted by Willard Gellis.
Anyway for your delight, my first paid poem~ also available in m
July 19, 2009
Busy as busy bee me...
The latest issue of the Cartier Street Review is out after some delay and setbacks. Bernard's computer was down for a while as was his server so ...
The July issue is up and everyone is saying it's the best yet. All the poetry and short stories are only short of phenomenal plus there are reviews to read too. You have got to check out this edition. The art is popping too. I'm still seeking someone to do layout and also seeking another editor /reader with some experience. If you're interested pleas
The July issue is up and everyone is saying it's the best yet. All the poetry and short stories are only short of phenomenal plus there are reviews to read too. You have got to check out this edition. The art is popping too. I'm still seeking someone to do layout and also seeking another editor /reader with some experience. If you're interested pleas
July 6, 2009
Get That Moolah
I hear the blues blaring in my head keeping time with the rhythmic beating of my heart
He says, you hammer away like a woodpecker at a tree I say why would I have to be
Mr. and Mrs. Perfect writing off into the sunset
Beset with other concerns can't keep up with the jet set; let me get a taste of java wet from the shower – like frost you turn the sweetest flower to dust
I live on a different planet ~ the moon of the desert sun
Pull out your clarinet and riff me some of them blues
Forget about frettin
He says, you hammer away like a woodpecker at a tree I say why would I have to be
Mr. and Mrs. Perfect writing off into the sunset
Beset with other concerns can't keep up with the jet set; let me get a taste of java wet from the shower – like frost you turn the sweetest flower to dust
I live on a different planet ~ the moon of the desert sun
Pull out your clarinet and riff me some of them blues
Forget about frettin
June 29, 2009
Bluetry Continues Full Circle
I've got the blues real bad flowing from my heart down to my hands
My mind feels my heart sing misty blue for you
Heartstrings pull the red river roves of my mind stills
Turns chill as the weather the trill of the river's wake I am here waiting for you to come on home, just come on home
Attached like twins - umbilical cord traveling in space right alongside death, death and life are 2 ends of the same string. Fate, energy, beyond a memory, the stars, the moon, some stars make it some don't, som
My mind feels my heart sing misty blue for you
Heartstrings pull the red river roves of my mind stills
Turns chill as the weather the trill of the river's wake I am here waiting for you to come on home, just come on home
Attached like twins - umbilical cord traveling in space right alongside death, death and life are 2 ends of the same string. Fate, energy, beyond a memory, the stars, the moon, some stars make it some don't, som
June 13, 2009
Scrambling to keep up with the joneses
I never fit in with them anyway
A misfit, a bad fit perfect sit gimmee some tit, I never had any I just want someone to love,
is all I need a little love some nurturing to spell my lung a little tongue I’m hung by a thread keep treading shredding papers there’s no end to trend starters
Call me one anyone someone no relief in sight
You’re right it’s so trite, frightened stay on the side of the good fight, I’m tight
You tried that elevator before - broken down on the ground floor
They keep telling me yo
A misfit, a bad fit perfect sit gimmee some tit, I never had any I just want someone to love,
is all I need a little love some nurturing to spell my lung a little tongue I’m hung by a thread keep treading shredding papers there’s no end to trend starters
Call me one anyone someone no relief in sight
You’re right it’s so trite, frightened stay on the side of the good fight, I’m tight
You tried that elevator before - broken down on the ground floor
They keep telling me yo
