UPDATED – 30 July 2021
I have recovered this page from the archives and am glad I did. I have removed some of my more intemet poems that speak more to my love life at the time of their writing and are no long valid. Basically if they were written for an ex, then I have removed them. I have also removed any that were not written by me, unless I like them.
This is a list of poems, written mostly by me. There are a couple written by other people that deserved to be on this page as well. Only one is written by some one I don’t personally know.
So much Moore I’ll never have…..(by: Jeremy – 4 Mar)
(I want you, Moore) than anything.
(Moore or Less)
WHO I AM HATES WHO I’VE BEEN” ???
TRY ‘WHO I AM HATES WHO I AM.’|
I FOUND SUCH A COOL CHICK, BUT I’LL NEVER WIN,
CAUSE HEY, AFTER ALL, I’M JUST ‘THE LAMB.’
SHE’S NOT PERFECT, BUT WHO IS THESE DAYS?
I WISH I COULD MAKE HER SEE:
OUTSIDE THIS LIFE, IN SO MANY WAYS,
I KNOW I COULD BE THE ONE WITH WHOM SHE’D WANT TO BE.
I WISH I KNEW HER A FEW YEARS BACK, BEFORE HER LIFE WENT TO POO.
BEFORE ALL THE WEED, THE COKE AND THE CRACK, AND ALL THE GUYS SHE DECIDED TO DO.
I CAN DO ANYTHING THOSE DRUNKEN PRICKS CAN DO.
BUT GIRLS WANT TO BE TREATED BAD, RIGHT?
NICE GUYS REALLY DO FINISH LAST, IT’S TRUE.
BUT IT WAS ME AND YOU IN MY DREAMS LAST NIGHT.
EVERYTHING I LIKE IN A GIRL, I SAW IN JUST A GLANCE
YOUR HUMOR, YOUR LOOKS, EVEN THAT WIERD FREAKIN SNEEZE.
ALL I WANT TO KNOW IS: “WILL I EVER GET MY CHANCE?’
“NO CRAZY.” “ENOUGH OUT OF YOU, YOU”
“AFTER ALL, YOUR JUST THE LAMB! AT EASE! ! !
(NOT YET TITLED) (by: RABBIT – ADDED 3 Dec)
When I close my eyes I feel this firing rage inside
When I open them I pull it back, deep to hide
hide behind the big smile that makes me the nice guy
because I don’t let my rage flow and roll out
I hold it and turn myself inside out
sometimes I wish I could tell people to go get f*ck*d with a knife
or do them the favor of ending their pathetic useless life
Sometimes I wish I could say the things on my mind
without getting myself into the following legal bind
That’s why I guess I’m destined to be the nice guy
the one that gets walked on by the bad guy
(NOT YET TITLED) (by: RABBIT – ADDED 3 Dec)
God, how could life be more depressing today
why has my life just seemed to fade away
one moment I’m the king of the world
the next on my face on the floor
but then I think when life, if that’s what you call it
blinds your perilous sight, and makes you wary
you find that last light, and it seems really scary
the light that pulls you out of your rut
the light that gets you up off of your butt
the one thing that shines in your life that brings out that smile
you hope if will last for more then just a little while
just remember when your feeling sad and lonely (as I am now)
The light is bright if you look in the right direction
LONELY (by: RABBIT – ADDED 3 Dec)
I’m so tired of going to bed alone,
so tired of waiting by the phone
This feeling inside is gut wrenching,
my thirst for love needs quenching
While my motives may be confused,
You should know you’ll never be used
I’m so tired of feeling alone,
no matter who’s here around me
That feeling that used to come from the girl I once, and still do love
It’s just not the same, it’s dieing fast,
sending me spiraling into depression
You never do realize what you have until it’s gone,
but for now I sit here and long
For the one time I was happy,
until then I’m destined to be lonely
Soldier on Watch (credits at end)
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep
in perfect contentment, or so it would seem.
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
and I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old
perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear
“Come in here this moment, it’s freezing out there!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your arm,
you should be at home, this cold could do harm!”
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
to the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night”
“Its my duty to stand at the front of the line,
that separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,”
then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam
and now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
but my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
the red white and blue… the American flag.
“I can live through the cold and the being alone,
away from my family, my house and my home,
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat,
I can carry the weight of killing another
or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers
who stand at the front against any and all,
to insure for all time that this flag will not fall.”
“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
for being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us, and never forget
to fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone.
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
to know you remember we fought and we bled
is payment enough, and with that we will trust.
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.
BY: Tributes to Our Veterans and Military
© Saints and Heroes By ® DeerLake Designs L L C
MY JASON (by: Jamie – 26 May)
His eyes are the window to his soul, what he tries so hard to hide, That is what I see.
The heart he claims not to have, that is what is so dear to me.
He says he has no fear, that he’s invincible like a super-hero, but I know his deepest worries.
Everyday he places his life on the line, so all Americans can be free.
What more can you ask of him, he’s giving everything.
He fears leaving his family and loved ones, that the line of duty may force him to give his life.
He says he’s glad he has no emotional ties.
But I know he loves me just as much as I love him, to tell you the honest truth,
I love him more everyday for what he gives.
He never seeks in return, but always pays his debts, he’s a man of Noble character…
truly the best of the best.
The type that once you’ve found him, you try to remember the past,
how you ever lived without him, knowing you never could again. Jaime loves her Lambo.
/// THE REST ARE ALL BY JASON ///
SISTER (by: Lambo – 5 July)
My sister is the best girl in my life.
Her band director was a nasty Mr. Pfyffe. (fife)
She still lives at home, but I dont blame her,
Out in the wild, the lions would mame her.
She’s moving to Kentucky… Hillbilly, USA.
Unlike me, she’ll stay with the ‘rentals.
I personally think, she’s kinda mental.
I will always call Indy my home,
Where I can fall asleep in the nice cooshy foam.
I love my sister, so I give her this cup
BUT, before I do, I think I’ll beat her up. (J/K)
JUST FRIENDS (by: Lambo – 11 June)
A guy and a girl don’t always have to date.
Without the love, doesn’t mean there is hate.
They can just be friends, like two guys or two girls;
Like vanilla and chocolate pudding, their lives just swirl.
The point I make, I just want to be a friend.
That way our friendship will never end.
I don’t want to go on any special date.
If it’s more than that you’ll just have to wait.
I’m going to an extremly dark and scary place.
Where they shake with their right and with the left wipe their waste.
A year over there would tear us a part.
I’m in a job with many broken hearts,
Not that I’m saying I’d ever be untrue,
You’ver already lost one, no need to loose two.
I never get scared and rarely afraid
But that first date question, shakey nerves you had made.
MY WEBSITE (by: Lambo – 2 Feb)
I love my website so much I want to be married.
Next to my website I would loved to be burried.
I put things that I like to see.
I hope you like them just as much as me.
I like making movies for everyone to view
I like updating the site so everything is new
I you don’t like it, let me know, via email
I will act on it as fast as a snail
I don’t try to hurt people, just for fun
After this last sentence I will be done
I like this poem page, it helps me vent
In my wallet, this website puts a big dent…NOT!!!
UNDERNEATH THE MOON (by: Lambo – 19 Jan)
I’m finally leaving Germany, I can’t believe it’s here.
I ate a lot of sour crout and drank a lot of beer.
I have many friends and chicks, it has been so much fun.
I’m waiting here to board my flight and so I’m almost done.
The women here are beautiful, the Turkish hate us so.
When you eat a Doner Kepab you get a feeling down below.
I lived right near Wiesbaden, downtown is really great.
That is where I met my honey and had my first German date.
There’s a girl that’s doing Yoga while waiting to fly with me.
I really hope they board this plane, I really have to pee.
Fifteen hours will I land at Georgia’s main airport.
Don’t go to fast, don’t want a ticket, don’t want to go to court.
If your reading this, you’ll know I’ll be home soon.
Just wait for me by the baggage underneath the moon.
WHY / BECAUSE (by: Lambo – 19 Jan)
Some people as me, “Jason why?”
“Why do you write these poems?”
Poems allow talking, try to tell you how I feel.
Feel about things new and old, and what is on my mind.
Mind the people’s feelings, I care not.
Not that I try to upset, I’m writing what I think.
Think of what the people would say, if my opinions don’t go out.
Out to the world, out to my self, just out to some people.
ALL TALL (by: Lambo – 19 Jan)
Why do people question themselves?
Why do they think at all?
For every time I ask myself,
Why am I king of tall?
This pregunta has no meaning.
It doesn’t make sense at all.
I can’t help being born this way,
I’m quite fond of being tall.
NEEDLE TIME (by: Lambo – 7 Jan)
It’s time to stick her with a needle,
She’s feeling sickly and kind of feeble.
She hates the site of bright red blood,
Rather she’d be spread with dirty mud.
I prep the site and get it ready,
I try to hold everything stead.
I stick it in, it starts to bleed,
On her bottom lip she begins to feed.
Through the tube the liquid starts flowing,
In and out of consciousness she’s going.
I ask her if she is okay,
Yeah sure but there’ll be heck to pay.
SINGLE MAN (by: Lambo – 7 Jan)
A single man should never forget,
That a single man always has a single bet.
He agrees to it with his best friend.
It will last until the very end.
I’ll tell you a secret so listen close.
The bet that’s made is private, at most.
You see who will the first to marry.
The first to go, it’s kind of scary.
You want to win, but you want to wait,
To see what will become of your friends fate.
Your friend goes overseas, still doesn’t have a girl.
You’re at home, with all the women, in a whirl.
MY JOB (by: Lambo – 3 Dec)
The links are always green and red,
While sugar plums dance around in my head,
I sit up here all day and night,
The thought of this just aint right.
The CPU makes annoying beeping,
The generator won’t stop seeping.
The operator phone never stops ringing,
In my head I am always singing.
On the keyboard, which always takes a beating,
I type away to avoid the meeting.
There’s so many things that don’t even work.
This crazy machine drives me berserk.
This stuff is top secret and shouldn’t be told.
On EBay, lots of money to be made, if sold.
I sit on my butt like one big blob,
I stop playing and get back to my job.
CAROLINIAN (by: Lambo – 3 Dec)
JB is a soldier from South Carolina.
He’s a southern boy who likes to say kinda.
Stuff he eats would make me sick.
Goes hunting wild pigs with a pick.
He likes eating road kill like raccoon.
He makes alcohol, while under the moon.
Moonshine is potent and 200 proof.
His relatives only have one toof.
A group of anything is always a herd,
While other things are quite absurd.
He doesn’t care about drinking moonshine.
Sentchuwas, as a word is fine.
Some things he does, I would never do.
I’m gonna get drunk, yauntto?
THANKSGIVING (by: Lambo – 26 Nov)
Thanksgiving is a fun time to eat.
Time for turkey and other meat.
You eat with friends and family too.
This year I was away from them boo-hoo.
I had a good time, but not great.
Because the food wasn’t made by my mate.
Wait a minute, I’m single, I forgot.
No girls want a man who fought,
For all the pretty girls in this great country.
So I just drink my wine, and eat my turkey.
So what’s so great about this Thanksgiving Day?
In 53 days I’ll be in the U S of A.
PHONE (by: Lambo – 2 Oct)
The phone doesn’t work, I tried to call.
I talked to them, they don’t hear me at all.
They don’t know it’s not their Lambo.
All I hear is, “Hello? Hello?”
I want to talk to all my peeps.
They hear nothing, it gives them the creeps.
I wait for my friend on the other phone.
I am waiting for my chance to call home.
The phone is broken, it doesn’t work,
The phone repair man is a real jerk.
I try to say this isn’t a prank,
They might think it’s random guy, Hank.
I’m really sad now, I want a working telly(telephone),
It’s not funny, it’s just plain silly.
My buddy’s talking to his significant other.
I really want to talk to my mother.
I haven’t talked to in quite a while,
I know when I do it will make her smile.
I want to talk to my best friend, Matt.
The one that always wears that Jewish hat.
My buddy’s is finished, he’s done with it all.
It’s my turn to talk now, it’s my turn to call.
THE FIGHT (by: Lambo – 1 Oct)
It’s time to talk about my job.
No co-workers I have are named bob.
The soldiers I work with will go to war.
The battle be won, the eagle will sore.
We fight for the big U S of A.
They fought in the past, we fight today.
We fight for our country, We fight for our state,
Some of us even fight for our mate
We fight for the colors – red, white, and blue.
Let the flag be flown for me and you.
We fight to win, and not for the glory.
We don’t care about the newspaper story.
We know we may pay the ultimate price,
And rot away, along with the mice.
All we do is hope and pray,
That you wont forget our fighting day.! ! ! ! !
SLEEP (by: Lambo – 1 Oct)
I’m laying in bed, my computer in my lap.
I can’t go to sleep or even take a nap.
It’s one o’ clock and everyone’s a sleep.
Some are snoring their sleep is so deep.
I work on nights and dead during days.
The days pass by like a big ol’ haze.
I try to be quite but noises I do make.
Trying not to move for else they will wake.
The springs on my bed are not very quite.
If they had a better bed, I think I’d buy it.
Days, mids, and nights are shifts we do pull.
All day long some beds are full.
People sleeping around the clock.
Makes the room smell like a dirty sock.
I love writing this sleepy poem.
The guys I work with, I’ll never show ’em.
LEMONADE & MINUTE MAID (by: Lambo – 14 Sept)
Lemonade is such a sweat and sour drink.
Sweat from the sugar, the color can be pink.
Sour from those yellow juicy lemons, I think.
Minute Maid is a liquid you can sip from a cup.
Serving size one can, that is what’s up.
Pure filtered water and high fructose corn syrup.
MOTHER (by: Lambo – 14 Sept)
M my mom is the best because
O other moms aren’t as good.
T today is
H her day like
E every other day,
R remembering why
S she means so much.
D darn, I
A am such a lucky
Y youngster, YEAH!
FLYING HOME (by: Lambo – 30 July)
I flew to Atlanta on a non-stop flight.
On that bird, oh what a sight.
When I met my mom she had no hair,
I asked her if she used Nair.
We walked down to baggage claim,
The sight I saw was all the same,
Couldn’t find my luggage nor my bag,
The lady I talked to, she was a hag.
I finally found it was hidden away.
Almost lost it till the next day.
Dad was waiting at the Ford plant,
Stay awake the whole time, you know I can’t.
Got to Ft. Bragg to see my brother,
Almost as excited as my mother.
Spent a couple days and then we were through,
On up to Indy where I do the Dew.
The story in Indy is filled with fun,
I’d like to say we had danced in the sun.
We didn’t do that because Indy’s a bore,
Read the next poem if you want to know more.
FUN IN INDY (by: Lambo – 30 July)
I got to Indy and rented my car
I knew I would drive it, and take it far.
The car I got was a Chevy Malibu,
I drove it around and so did many of you.
We took Matt’s Grand Am to Ft. Jackson,
Now I know why they call it Relaxin’.
We went to see Gel graduate,
In her uniform she looked great.
We got back to Indy after a couple of days,
The rest of the trip is one big haze. (not really)
Many a nights we had fireworks to shoot,
Lighting them off was a big hoot.
We followed Matt from Steak n’ Shake to his house,
He didn’t notice us, quiet as a mouse.
Got caught at Bunker Hill School,
Rent-a-Cops said we were acting a fool.
At Steak n’ Shake another Sheriff came,
It wasn’t us, the manager was to blame.
We all had fun with each Airsoft BB Gun,
Although it kinda hurt, it was still so much fun.
Southeast Way Park the cops came again
Into the forest and we quietly ran.
At the Barber shop we all got haircuts, except Matt,
So in the chair, waiting for Bob, he sat.
I think I’ve don’t good so now I stop
On to the next rhyme before I pop.
FIELD SANITATION (by: Lambo – 1 May)
In field sanitation, what do I know?
We need to be clean, while on the go.
I have to go to class, I gotta learn.
Sittin’ in my chair so I don’t burn.
Got too much sun visiting Berlin.
I rode my bike, solar rays on my sin.
Waiting for the teacher, I’m kinda hurt.
The red on my neck, cleaning the dirt.
This is all I got, but there’s more to come.
Playing in the mud just like a bum.
ROAD TRIP TO BERLIN (by: Lambo – 1 May)
A 6 hour trip is what we took.
Just the music in the car, don’t have a book.
Looking at the hotties, starring at the chicks,
Not down in the U.S., aint no ugly hicks.
Beamers, Crotch Rockets, and Porsches galore,
I look in the mirror and I see lots more.
One hundred and five miles per hour,
On the autobahn you really feel the power.
There’s no speed limit on the autobahn.
Cars passing like crazy is tons of fun.
Headed to Berlin, it is really great.
A need for speed will be my fate.
BIKING IN BERLIN (by: Lambo – 1 May)
Bought a new bike, and I’m going to Berlin,
On a bike trip that I really hope I win.
Going twenty miles is the same as thirty K. (KmPH)
It’s kind of long and that’s just one way.
Get to the festival, Craig does a bungee fly,
I see all the girls I’d like to say, “Hi!”
On the way back my tire gives away,
Getting sorta bumpy as the air, it does spray.
The tire is now flat, so no more riding bike.
I get off to walk because now I have to hike.
STAYING AWAKE (by: Lambo – 1 May)
Dozing off in class. It’s hard to stay awake.
Sitting on my butt, it’s really hard to fake,
That you are so sappy, Watching every slide show
Doesn’t make me very happy, answer question, yes or no,
Trying not to doze off, but I’m really very tired
Act like you gotta cough, then she says, “Your Fired!”
NOT GOOD ENOUGH (by: Lambo)
I try to think of something to write, I try to make it funny
but who am I kidding, I’m never ever gonna win
never ever make no money
IRISH JIG (by: Lambo)
So here we sit upon our butts, bored out of our minds
the longer we stay here doin’ nothing, we’re starring at the sky
I’m writing these words, creating a blank, not thinkin’ very smart
the words I think of are extremely bad, and make me want to fart
I have this pen, white paper, and the clipboard too
I’m thinking of some words to write that doesn’t smell like poo
I hate this stupid guard duty, its really freakin’ dull
these officers are very dumb and think they are all that
I want to punch one in the gut, and crush his freakin’ skull
when I’m done I’ll take his cover and put on his hat
MY FINGER (by: Lambo)
My finger is a lovely thing, it really has no use
it never complains about the beating, it takes the abuse
THE BEST (by: Lambo)
Every day I sit and ponder about decisions I have made
sometimes I even wonder about the debts that should be paid
to all the soldiers of the past, who fought till their dying day
of course their mothers were told at last, they didn’t care about the pay
they already knew what the world couldn’t see,
that their son was the best that he could be.
CAN’T BE HERE (by: Lambo)
Army of one it sounds so queer
but what does it mean for this fiscal year
that all the moms hold their pictures so near
because they love their soldiers so very dear
so don’t be afraid, and have no fear
listen closely and open an ear
mommy don’t cry, don’t shed a tear
I wrote this because you cant be here
BROTHERS (by: Lambo)
Two young boys from the family of lamb
went off to work for uncle Sam
they young men knew and even saw
and said to their mother, “please don’t cry ma'”
you will find out and you will see
that we’re the best there will ever be
who will cut the grass, and who will mow
the sister will, mom wont let her go
their friends come over and eat mom’s food
mom opens the door and says, “what’s up dude?”
GUARD DUTY (by: Lambo)
With leaves, birds, and bars on their head
on guard duty I just want to sleep in my bed
the stupid thing is I’m guarding the latrine
so the people say, “your superiors are mean.”
top secret access is all that’s allowed
I stand at my gate very tall and very proud
my toes are numb and my fingers are cold
how can I stand here and act extremely bold
they don’t know I’m not giving it my best
but I’ll let ’em know all I want it rest
every day is different with changes being made
salary, not by the hour, I’m getting paid
we do change shifts everyday at six thirty
I stand outside, freezing, but not dirty
they give us a break on the 12th hour
generals roaming around like they have the power
MREs for snacks without any sun
always on the John, that’s not any fun
saluting the officers and every single LT
hurry up and salute back I have to go pee
do you have a cell phone, PDA, or even a pager
“I can have it, I’m special, because I am a Major”
standing proud, standing bold, and standing tall
I’m done with this guard duty, and this is all
RANDOM (by: Lambo)
This is a random poem I started now.
now is the present time.
time takes forever on guard duty
duty is something you have to do.
do this, do that
that was really fun…
BORDEM (by: Lambo)
I sit in class and I sit on my butt.
It goes so slow, I just want to show
how bored I am to learn all this stuff.
Can’t wait to get back to my home, and my room,
So I can play on my site and get into a fight
with my grandpa roommate, there is so much hate.
The Army career is the life that I lead.
I love it so much that I vow to bleed
for the people back home, they love me so dear.
In Germany I work, where it isn’t so near
For leave I come back, and take R&R.
I think fond of my brother, though he wrecked my car.
My dad in Georgia where I was first born,
away from my mom for which I do mourn.
Mom and sis back in Indy, waiting till end of May
when sis, done with school on that graduation day.
I come back in June when I will have fun,
with the family and friends under that Indy Sun.
We’re making a movie, “How cool is that?”
Triple 8 is dead; he was beat with a bat. [it rhymed]
“Fun, I will have.” like Yoda said true,
in company of friends, family, me and you.