in culture / writing / poetryrequiem for a pigeonRequiem For A Pigeon by Bill We witnessed a pigeon's demise Right here on the dock o' the Bay There was nothing we could do Nothing we could say It just wasn't the pigeon's day We tried mouth-to-beak And the Heimlich technique But the pigeon... read more people you'll be missing and whyby Jeannie Womack The time has come for you to move on, but I'm sure you'll be missing us while you are gone; No more conversation with boss Catherine to really make you think, You'll miss your adventures with superv... read more hatsby Jeannie Womack Joseph wore many in his life, the first one was of son, next an officer, a Dutch Marine, that to him was fun; In Maastricht, in '49, he married his childhood love, now he was Tina's... read more a prince in disguiseby Jeannie Womack We met on the race track in '72 I couldn't resist his eyes, so blue We soon fell in love and started a life In '76 he made me his wife A teacher, leader, rebel and yes A son, brother,... read more the runby Jeannie Womack Running in the rain isn't the pain a non-runner might think it would be I put on my jacket that has a hood, lace up my shoes, and stretching is good I open the door, expecting more as the rain comes sprinkling down My course ... read more a saga of sevenThis is a story in the style called rap that'll surely encourage an afternoon nap of a family of seven, their kids and their wives and something regarding their travels and lives. Now first there was Greg, a Brooklyn-born lad; and then it was Lu... read more a girl named lucy[from 1990] This is a story 'bout a girl named Lucy Otherwise known as "The Rappin' Watusi" She lays down a beat that gets your toes tappin' If your toes get tired, let your fingers do the snappin' She says "Hey buddy, don't you be no square" I... read more |