Well, I'll becupcaked! Thank you! That was fun for all of us.
You caught me by surprise so let me take a little time to find a song and I'll beback in a bejiffy. (someone stop me)
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Well, I'll becupcaked! Thank you! That was fun for all of us.
You caught me by surprise so let me take a little time to find a song and I'll beback in a bejiffy. (someone stop me)
Okay, next….write it to the tune of "House of the Rising Sun"
…though I'm not suggesting you write about a house of ill-repute :biggrin5:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxYGeTV6fCw
Deadline is November 20th
Face the Rising Sun
There is a place I'd love to be
To face the rising sun
Out on the Outer Banks' lovely beach
When the day at last is done
There is a sweet serenity
Born of waves and sand
The beaches there still call to me
I gotta go there again
I fill my cocktail glass to the brim
And lie there in the sun
I take a cold refreshing swim
And then a bracing run
If you are looking for me baby
I am easy to be found
On the beach or on the ferry
So I hope you'll come on down
Ocracoke is a lovely island
Blackbeard's last retreat
But by the Hatteras lighthouse's sand
That is where we'll meet
Vacation is nearly over
There's so much to be done
At least spend one day of summer
Lying with me in the Carolina sun!
Pendagon
11/4/2011
tick…tick…tick………………4 days left
Ballad of the Fouke Monster
There is dark water in Arkansas
they call the Boggy Creek,
and it’s been the source of many hairy tales,
a Bigfoot hunters seek.
His mother was a Yeti,
that hailed from Tibet.
His father traipsed the great north woods,
no one’s caught him yet.
In Fouke all that a Bigfoot needs,
are woods and huge pedal physique.
And the only time he’s satisfied
is spook’n folks along Boggy Creek.
Now you cryptids tell your children,
protect our kinds’ mystique.
Stick to banks in the soft moonlight
down along Boggy Creek.
Inspired by a book I'm currently reading; The Beast of Boggy Creek - The true Story of the Fouke Monster
by Lyle Blackburn.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9V44D9xZ70
That cabin out past Farmington
Is haunted, so they said.
It's buried deep in lush, dark woods,
A crypt for those long dead.
We used to live there, cleared the land
And had some crops for sale.
We did things we should not have done
And things began to fail.
The things we did don't matter much
Though others might think so.
Forgive them? Why? It's all their fault.
Of that we won't let go.
The cabin's weak, but standing there.
It rests on rubble still,
But no one lives inside it now
And no one ever will.
In time it will sink to the earth
The way that matter must
And free my folks who haunt the place
And free me, too, I trust.
Congrats YesNo! You delivered a very touching and poignant poem, not only inspired by the tune but also inspired by the lyrics to write a personal true story of past places, mothers, fathers, children, etc. Your poem was very moving as you shared the plight of your family's farm…so many are unfairly endangered. It breaks my heart but makes for very effective poetry. Very powerful last stanza too….and well written.
Thank you for your courage to post the first poem. It was a near winner. I liked the relaxing feeling it evoked which went well with the slow tune. It conjured up images I've only seen on postcards since I've never been to the Outer Banks, even though I've been a Carolina girl for 13 years! I really hate admitting that :blush2:Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Loved the poem but you did a pretty good job of doing some spookin' yourself! That video link you posted was SCARY!! But I'll forgive you long enough to tell you that I thoroughly enjoyed your poem. It told a tale of mystery and intrigue…and you told it well. Another close contender.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Thanks, Melanie! I did grow up on a farm in Indiana. That farmhouse has long been removed.
The next song is Jingle Bells.
Deadline: December 7th, two weeks from now.
Bump.
I may have to extend this or get a new song.
It looks like today is the deadline. I'll extend it to December 25th. Any Christmas song may be used.
December 25th seems appropriate, good idea.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Any Christmas song? How about a medley? Here are updates on two holiday classics, the J. Fred Coots/Haven Gillespie ditty framed by another well-known Yuletide character in a tune by Jack Rollins and Steve Nelson:
A Medley of Two Christmas Faves
Snowden the Techie,
the corporate-hired geek,
went online to do his job
and seldom stopped to speak.
Snowden the Techie
in a cube across the sea
clicked upon a scary trend
that should worry you and me.
There must have been a virus
in that old device I used,
‘cause when I tried to boot it up
I think I blew a fuse.
But Snowden the Techie–
he knew just what was wrong.
He sprung a leak and began to squeak
like a mouse with this sad song:
Snowden the TechieQuote:
You’d better not text;
you’d better not tweet.
Don’t blog when you’re vexed–-
I’ll tell ya, my sweet–
the NSA is snoopin’ around.
It’s gathering bytes,
puts data on ice,
setting its sights
on your fetish and vice.
The NSA is snoopin’ around.
It reads your private emails;
it hears your personal calls;
it tracks all of your Facebook friends
and what they post upon your walls.
So unplug your PC;
sell your phone on eBay,
‘cause down in DC
they watch what you say–
the NSA is snoopin’ around.
had to hide himself away
in Moscow or in Cyberspace,
so he won’t be back some day–
No, he won’t be back some day!
That's right, ANY Christmas song. Santa came early this year. Nice medley, by the way! They sound like winners.
Anybody else?
Jolly Old Spy
You better watch out, better open your eyes
Better watch your step I'm telling you why
Santa Claus works for the NSA
He's making a list, keeping a file
Every call you make, and your whole life style
Santa Claus works for the NSA
He sees you when you're sleeping
Through the camera in your TV
He records everything you say
Hidden microphones, you see
You better ditch your cell phone, change address
Disguise yourself to avoid the mess
Santa Claus works for the NSA
The only way to avoid this
Is to live off of the grid
So buy some remote property
And keep your family hid
Oh you better wake up, avoid this dude
Before your private life is on the news
Santa Claus works for the NSA
Yeah that fat old guy works for the NSA
Pendragon (C) December 14, 2013
Like This is Called "Like"
To the tune of "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas"
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=49LAPkV9xJg
Like I want the word "like" for Christmas.
Like "erudite" & "didactic" like, won't do.
Like I don't want no book or like a rotary dial phone.
Like I want to Tweet my "likes" in a most annoying tone.
Like I want the word "like" for Christmas.
Like I bet baby manger Santa will like give it to me.
Like I can live without "whatever" and "LOL"
Like just give me "like" cuz it's easier to spell.
Like "OMG" I'm so surprised,
like its there before my eyes.
Like sitting under the like Christmas tree.
Like I want the word "like" for Christmas...
Here's one we used to sing in 2nd year juniors (not for competition)
Jingle bells Batman smells
Robin flew away
The Batmobile lost its wheel
Halfway down the lane.
Wow, memories. Here's the version I knew when I was a kid (regional variances?):Quote:
Originally Posted by prendrelemick
Jingle bells Batman smells
Robin laid an egg
The Batmobile has lost its wheel
And Joker got away
The one I remember started with "Jingle bells, shotgun shells" I can't remember the rest of it unfortunately.
Three days left for this contest!
Does any one remember this one?
While shepherds stewed their carrot tops,
All seated round the pot ,
The Angel of the Lord came down
And scoffed the bl**dy lot.
Or this?
While shepherds washed their socks by night
All seated round the tub
The Angel of the Lord came down,
And gave them all a scrub.
Right I'll stop now.
The Chicago variant on jingle bells is the same as one I recall here in the south.
The shepherds washing socks variant sounds vaguely familiar.
It went:Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Jingle bells, shotgun shells
Santa Claus is dead
Some one took a thirty-eight
And shot him in the head
Around here, anyway!
Merry Christmas or holiday of your choice!
Pen
I think that's the one I heard. I sort of remember the second line now.
Merry Christmas, Pendragon!
I woke up this morning and saw that Santa made it last night. I also realized the deadline for this contest is today.
AuntShecky: Very funny and unique way to get two songs into one contest. I don't follow politics much, but where ever Snowden is, Merry Christmas.
Pendragon: It's nice to know Santa finally found year-round work. I was beginning to wonder what he did in July.
Gilliatt Gurgle: Like I realize I use 'like' too much myself, but if you like it, you like it.
Thanks to all for all the memories on Jingle Bells. It's hard to pick a winner from this batch, but here it goes!
The winner is Gilliatt Gurgle!
OMG!, like I'm ROFE (ecstatic)
Thanks.
For the nest tune let's try "I'm the Boss"
Not sure if Burl wrote it, but here's Burl Ives' recording of the song.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7hNYgoeFWDQ
When a man finally learns that life has its ups and downs,
Sometimes he's rich, but mostly he plays with clowns,
He needs some assistance to help him get through the day.
There's plenty of help for one willing to pay.
She's my shrink. There's no doubt of it.
She's my shrink. Can't get out of it.
She tells me I'm crazy. I tell her that she is, too.
Don't say I'm happy when I insist on feeling blue.
But if you can't pay, there's something you still might try.
Marry a shrink. She'll be there until you die.
She'll make your life happy, like it or not,
But what do you care? What else have you got?
She's my shrink. There's no doubt of it.
She's my shrink. Can't get out of it.
She tells me I'm crazy. I tell her that she is, too.
Don't say I'm happy when I insist on feeling blue.
Well Yes/No, looks like ole Burl just don't have the draw he used to.
I'll go ahead and declare you the winner and well deserved one at that, even though it was the only entry.
Nice witty entry.
Maybe you can find a tune to draw a little more interest.
Thanks, Gilliatt Gurgle.
The next tune is "Greensleeves". You can find the music with lyrics here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQiLSdMq6aM This link doesn't have anyone actually singing the lyrics which might help with creating new lyrics.
Here is some information on this old English folk song: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greensleeves
The new lyrics don't have to be a parody. They just have to go with the song.
Deadline: February 14th, Valentine's Day.
It looks like I will have to extend this a couple weeks. The new deadline is the end of February.
What Doesn't Kill Me
What does not kill me makes me strong
So Nietzsche said and if he's not wrong
By now I should be freaking Superman
And I've stood my ground
Faced it like a man
This too is my blighted life
To be torn by sorrow, fear, and strife
This too is my rotted brain
Medications to dull the memory...
What does not kill me makes me strong
Foolish enough to fight when hope is gone
When comes the day that I must die
I shall close my eyes
And I'll touch the sky...
This is my waking dream
To be far more than what I seem
This shall be my dying hope
To touch the depths of entropy...
What does not kill me makes me strong
The courage in life to struggle on
To face each moment as it were my last
Leave a legacy
When I finally pass...
This too I will share with you
That I often walk without a clue
This too you should know
I don't give up all that easy...
Pendragon
(C) 2/23'2014
It looks like you are the winner by default, Pendragon, however, the poem deserved to win.
I often walk without a clue as well. I enjoyed your poem.
Congratulations!
Thanks. Let's try Bad Moon Rising by CCR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YlTU...yer_detailpage
I know the world is getting older.
I know that you'll be on your way.
I know what's bad will grow much bolder.
I know some dreams deserve to stray.
Stay with me tonight.
Time will make things right.
Leave when daybreak brings fresh light.
We wasted too much time together.
We will forget it all too soon.
We made the rain and windy weather.
We made the soft light of the moon.
Stay with me tonight.
Time will make things right.
Leave when daybreak brings fresh light.
Some day the world will forget us.
Some day the future will be here.
Some dreams will come and others let us
Begin with someone kind and near.
Stay with me tonight.
Time will make things right.
Leave when daybreak brings fresh light.
Anyone else? This one should be not all that hard! End of month, then I pull the plug...
:(
Congrats, Yesno!
And farewell. I stayed here for the poetry competitions which have now grown to the point of almost nothing. It' been fun. Love y'all.
Goodbye
Pendragon
Thanks, Pendragon! I hope to hear from you again. Best wishes.
I'll post another song tomorrow.
The song for the next competition is "I'm a Little Teapot": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b14OeT1gNFo
This was originally written by George Harold Sanders and Clarence Z. Kelley in 1939: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I'm_a_Little_Teapot
Deadline: May 1.
Bump! You still have time to enter this contest!
Withdrawn
Yes, we need at least two entries.
If "I'm a Little Teapot" is too easy, others may also try "Moon River".
Want to restart this or just let it die? Your choice, folks.