The atoms that make up
The molecular construction of ink
The ink that forms
The obscure form of each letter
The letters that make up
The distinct meaning of each word

I don’t need a fancy house
A little shack will do
I don’t need front row seats
As long as I have a view

I don’t need designer shirts
Nor do I need an Armani tie

Nobody noticed…
Nobody noticed that the rain was rising...
As the sun was falling

Nobody noticed…
Nobody noticed that the birds did not fly...
Nor did critters crawl

Nobody noticed...

Copyright © 2009 Ray Baldorossi AKA Yobarney

Flying roaches in the air
Flying roaches everywhere

Flying roaches I do not like
Flying roaches can take a hike

Copyright © 2009 Ray AKA Yobarney

I would like to dedicate this poem to "ME"

So what can I say…
I wrote “The Best Poem Ever”
And “Poet of the Year”

Bernie Madoff made off
Keneth Leyeth dead
Mel Gibson is forgiven
In spite of what he said

Martha Stewart invested wisely
She has a brand new show
She’s always into something

Plagiarizing

I believe that plagiarizing is the easiest way to write
I believe that if I wrote it you and I would Have to fight

I believe in stardust… Your putting on a show

The art of deception
Is a magician's illusion
To make one’s conception
Become their conclusion

But once you arrive at
The Big Top Show
You’re loved and adored

I’m walking a tight rope
Without a net
Below me… jagged rocks
Above me… fat buzzards
Fat from those I follow
On this thin line of life

The audience below
Awaits for a thrill

He's Unique
He's SMART
He's Loving
He's Loyal
He's Honest
He's Special
He loves Poetry

Things I love about Wilbur

Thank You

Copyright © 2009

I remember all the laughter
I remember all the tears
I remember being fearless
I remember all my fears

But now I’m in my twilight
My memory’s fading fast

I’m talking with my fingers
And you feel so good to me
Your skin is warm and smooth
I love to touch your keys

Your face is flat but bright
Staring right back at me

To all Showcase membas:

Rush me to the hospital
I think I’m going to die
911 did not seem to work
There’s no more time to try

I overdosed on poetry
My stomach needs a pump
I did not take it orally

The Best Poem Ever

Ready... set... go…
It’s off to the races
If you try to keep up
You’ll see what the pace is

Is it… “Secret Admirer” or
“Kindness is My Only Curse”