The Colored Taxi

Sometimes you need to get away, from work, from home, from the people around you.

Where do you go and how do you get there?  Call a taxi. I have a special one.

The Colored Taxi

I have a taxi that can take me anywhere,
at anytime, and it doesn’t cost me a single dime.
It’s colored red, green, orange, yellow, and blue,
and they are all put in a camouflaged pattern, too.
Everything I need for every adventure is inside,
and then I begin to go for an incredible ride.
I don’t understand, though, that without a driver,
my taxi goes on the ground or up much higher.
My taxi passes through most space star gates
and can go back and forth in history to any date.
Time and space are relative, and I go where I will.
Even from this distance, I see the fool on the hill.
Back on Earth, people look to see if I’ve changed.
I work here, but my imagination keeps me sane.

Special soldier

I used to live for the days
when I would save damsels in distress,
or those times I would defeat
fire-breathing dragons by the score,
but now old wounds hurt,
and I don’t like this knight thing any more.

My horse has seen battles
it seemed only the animals survived.
My armour has tarnished with time,
and it lost its bright shine many years ago.
Veterans, both victors and losers,
can fully understand what I’ve come to know.

It may seem just about winning,
but losing is a big part of this game.
In battle, allies turn to enemies,
and it is hard to know who you can trust.
Poets want to live for romance,
But when it comes to loves, knights go for lust.

I am a special soldier, one who
has mastered the secrets in the art of war.
I was destined for a purpose, and
I have learned a certain set of power skills
With one objective in mind.
That is, when ordered by the Master, I kill.

You’re the Best Mistake I’ve Ever Made

Calling all musicians…..I have a series of poems I’ve put into lyrics, and here’s a sample. If you can put this or others posted in the future, send me a tape or CD or something.

You’re the Best Mistake I’ve Ever Made 

Baby, It’s you.
Baby, It’s me.
Together we’ll have a family and
I know our love will never stray.
You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.

I was climbing a straight and narrow path,
Being the best I could be,
And if anyone was going to be right,
It had to be me.
I was working hard every day.
My reward was only to get paid
Then I met you one crazy night.
You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.

Baby, It’s you.
Baby, It’s me.
Together we’ll have a family and
I know our love will never stray.
You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.

I never planned to love you.
At first, I didn’t want you to stay.
But then, I fell for your charms
And I want you more every day.
I know our love will last, and
Our memories will never fade.
You’re a part of my life.
You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.

Baby, It’s you.
Baby, It’s me.
Together we’ll have a family and
I know my love will never stray.
You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.

Now people try to tell us what’s right,
And that we’re all wrong.
They say you can make me weak,
When I know you make me strong.
Without you, I could be tough steel,
But you help me make the grade.
I’m a different man now.
You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.

Baby, It’s you.
Baby, It’s me.
Together we’ll have a family and
I know our love will never stray.
You’re the best mistake I’ve ever made.

Tumbling Tumbleweeds

Sometimes being civilized is not what it is cracked-up to be, and you would rather be someplace else … 

Tumbling Tumbleweeds

I’d rather stay being a cowboy
‘cause that’s the only thing I know to do.
Let me keep my horse, saddle and gun,
and I’ll live the way the West was won.

I’d die if I was to live in town,
and work as some old storekeeper.
People go by trains, not stagecoach,
and life gets even stranger.
Edison has lights with electricity, and
Bell has a device called a telephone.
Hotels have hot and cold running water,
and water closets have a commode.
I hear opera from a gramophone,
and the banker owns a model T.
Silent pictures show cowboys on screen.
Civilization is not cut out for me.

Don’t Waste the Whiskey

In 2001, I was watching western, The Hour of the Evil Gun,  and Glenn Ford left the bar with a shot glass half full.  Such little things inspire poets. 

Don’t Waste the Whiskey

Don’t waste the whiskey, man.
There’s still some in the shot glass.
My money‘s a bit tight, you see
And I need to make it last.

Don’t waste the whiskey, man.
Why do we have to leave now?
The shot glass is half full, and
That’s a thing I just can’t allow.

Don’t waste the whiskey, man.
Let’s go for another round.
I don’t think you’re too busy now,
And  the band has a nice sound.

Don’t waste the whiskey, man.
Why do you think we have to go?
There’s still some in the shot glass,
And you’re moving kinda slow.

Bubba’s Barbeque

I remember back when I was in high school,
every guy had a girl, and mine was Barbara Sue.
I had my own car, and the Beatles were cool.
Friday nights were spent at Bubba’s Barbeque.

Barbara Sue worked as a waitress every week there,
And I loved to watch her with her long blonde hair.
They guys and me went for fun without a care as
hickory smoke rolled from the fire and filled the air.

Bubba’s Barbeque was just outside of town, just
past Miller’s lake where Barbara Sue almost drown.
She spilled barbeque sauce on her pretty prom gown.
Many memories linger since it was torn down.

Now the city’s growth kinda leaves me blue,
but one person keeps me happy, Barbara Sue.
We’ve had several children since I said, “I do,”
and I hope to open my fourth Bubba’s Barbeque.

Five years after it closed, I bought the business’ name,
and worked to make the feelings of youth the same.
Other generations have come to make their claim
Bubba’s Barbeque is the best in the whole state.

 Newsletter for the World of Words by Elias Tobias

 Several new items have already been detailed, so this newsletter will highlight the new Open Poetry Forum, another way for readers to get more involved with this Web blog, the Love Poems book has  been completed, and another book, listed as a category on this blog, is called new and Improved 95% Fat Free Elias Tobias brand Poetry.  One of the things started with the old World of Words, was the Poem of the Month. 

 Below is March 2007 Poem of the Month. The poem is also part of the Fat Free collection. Let’s go to Calico Creek, but don’t try to find it on the map. The words may be on the page, but the place is in your mind referenced from your memories of another place. Your imagination merges with the words from my imagination, and away we go. 

  Poem of the Month

Calico Creek

I learned to fish on Calico Creek.
I figured out how to put the wiggly
worm on the sharp hook.
You can’t go fishing by the book.

I learned how to swim at Calico Creek.
My brothers thought it would be fun
One day to throw me off the bridge.
I had to swim if I wanted to live.

I learned to love at Calico Creek.
I brought my first girlfriend there
And stole my first kiss under a tree.
With a different girl, I lost my virginity.

I learned about God at Calico Creek.
I saw how He made the grass, the water,
The movement of the water and why
People, like my father, had to die.

I learned many things at Calico Creek.
When, now as an adult when I need a
Private secret place I could call my own,
It is a place I can think and be alone.

New Poetry Book 

    In this megagigabyte world of electronic information, plus printed magazine and newspapers  and television, the mind is bombarded with thousands of words.
Even the chatter on the radio counts. Digesting all this information can give a mind
heartburn.  There might be a pill for that someplace, but one remedy you can put
yourself on a diet.  Cut down in your information intake.
     My suggestion for something to be included in this new diet is my new book on
the Web site: New Improved 95% Fat Free Elias Tobias brand Poetry. It won’t fill
you up, and it’s good for you. I doesn’t cost that much either.  A lot of it can go a long way.  It might even stimulate your imagination.  Here is the first poem in the new collection.

 Hurry, hustle

 Hurry, hustle …
   There’s not enough hours in a day.
   Got to use every minute of it
   or else time will slip away.
Hurry, hustle …
   Things have to be done fast.
   They can be done professionally.
   Do a job that will last.
Hurry, hustle …
   I’ve got to make another sale.
   If I don’t, competition will kill me,
   There’s a chance I could fail.
Hurry, hustle …
   Like Alice’s rabbit, I have a date.
   It’s been scheduled for weeks.
   I’ll lose a client if I’m late.
Hurry, hustle …
   I have overhead and expenses to pay.
   I charge fairly for my time. and
   try to make a few friends along the way.
Hurry, hustle …
   My work has to be different from the rest.
   I’m making my mark in current history
   and each job has to be the best.
Hurry, hustle …
   Wish people would answer when I call.
   I don’t like, to put my life on hold.
   These guys have no time for me at all.
Hurry, hustle …
  Each assignment has to be done right.
   There is no time for a second chance.
   My reputation is on the 1ine.
Hurry., hustle …
   There’s not enough hours in the day.
   Got to use every minute of it,
   or else time will slip away.
Hurry, hustle.