poetry Books and poem Titles

I Love Southern Dixie Lounge

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 10:19:43 -0700

Here is my version I Love This Bar by Tobey Keith

I Love Southern Dixie Lounge

We got owners,
We got enforcers,
Visitors and new members,
We got greeters ,
We got crazy djs,
We got great country music.
A fury dancing gremlin is a dj.
Mmmm, I love Southern Dixie Lounge.

We got too many cowboys,
We got truckers,
Dj Momma's top ten every Monday nights,
There are NASCAR fans,
We got live concerts,
Firefighters and miltary people,
No one really knows what is in the jello pit.
Mmmm, I love Southern Dixie Lounge.

Chorus
I love Southern Dixie Lounge.
It's filled with crazy people.
Just being a member makes me even crazier.
It is part of fubar.
Come as you are.
Mmmm, I love Southern Dixie Lounge.

We've heard tongue tied djs,
We a red request box,
Blue collar workers and lots of rednecks.
Married couples and a alot of flirting,
The door of ours is really really fiesty.
The guys love to see the girls shake it.
Mmmm, I love Southern Dixie Lounge...Yes, we do.

We are always there each other.
We love our dysfunctional family.
We are a family orientated lounge.
We hide in Gizmo's box now and then.

We really do love being in Southern Dixie lounge.
The dysfunctional family gathering.
Getting thrown down the slip and slide happens alot.
Everybody knows who the regulars are.
Come in and join the family.
The dj's play the hits of yesterday today and tomorrow.

Aptapted by Stephanie Fiske

new book

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 19:35:10 -0700

The poem Carol, A tribute. will be published in the book Favourite Memories by Noble House in London, UK. The release date is scheduled for Spring 2009.

My Invisible Maid

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:05:27 -0700

My Invisible Maid I have an invisible maid who I can only see. My dishes get done so I get to have fun. My floors are vaccumed and mopped so all I get to do is shop. My windows and pictures shine to me that is just fine. My invisible maid is all mine and I wont tell where to find. Live In Help I am the maid that cleans up the house and does the laundry. I am the cook the makes the meals and cleans up after wards. I catrer to everybodys will and who caters to mine? I am the nanny for child and entertain her. I dont feel like anyone special I feel like the live in help. But there is at least a difference the professionals get a vacation and a salary. I do it all for I am just the live in help.

A Day in the Life of Angels

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 19:56:19 -0700

A Day in the Life of an Angel A day in the life of an angel begins very early in heaven. Early dawn, the angels slowly gets out of bed. Then they wash and dry their wings, which is required. After the wings dry, the halo must gets polished and shined. The halo must always be straight and shining bright. After all is cleaned and shined, the business day begins. Angel hours are long and overtime is non exsisisent. Each angel is assigned ten people to watch, requests are often granted. The angels watch over them, sometimes one at a time. When it gets late, the angles finally get to rest. If you ever wondered what angles do, this is their day. (9/03)

Searching for the real me

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 19:27:06 -0700

Searching For The Real Me{4/95} Searching for the real me is not easy for me. There is a world of hurt and sorrow behind me. My family is not like others but i am still trying to get used to it. I want to find the real me and that is a long hard journey. I have dreams and hopes and yet they are far from me. People dont know me and neither do I. I am creative and not a famous poet but I get things across and feeleings out. My poems and writing may not seem like much but to me they are part of me, my soul and life. To really know me you must get to know me Really give me a chance to explain certain things to you. Though it may take time it may be worth your time. Dont judge me from what I look like on the outside there is a lot more beauty and jewels inside of me.

Lil Fart

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 19:24:16 -0700

Lil Fart This is a tale of a skunk named Lil Fart. How he got that name, oh where do I start? It happened with his father and mother. And it doesnt help he has no brother. His mother, at first, it was a joke And so did their birthing coach. The skunk was named another,however, The name was meant for his twin brother. His twin brother died in the womb. The name was given lil fart Cause thats how his birth was marked. When his mother had him born, That lovely morn. The doctor got him out And the baby let out a big fart. So that is how a skunk named Lil Fart And how the name came to be.

Who Is Stephnie Fiske

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 14:15:15 -0700

Who is Stephanie Fiske? (8/2/06) People may wonder and even ask who is Stephanie behind the mask? Stephanie can be very shy at times and if you notice, her poems often rhyme. Stephanie can be very complicated sometimes she says what needs to be stated. The music and movies she likes often make others think yikes. Stephanie's mind is always going, and always the creativity is moving. She can be serious and crazy and Stephanie had one baby. Stephanie may not be very street smart but she does have many brain farts. Often Stephanie is way to nice and that often pays a price. Stephanie is very caring and her moods often vary. When asked, others say she is kind but do they know what goes on in her mind? Some might think she is an odd ball but that is your call.

My Heaven

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 14:12:54 -0700

My Heaven Ever dream of a place that has everything you desire? Heaven can be a place, feeling, thought or a single word. My heaven is a group of ideas that often find themselves as odds and ends. My idea of heaven is still in progress. It includes all my problems all figured out and solved, so I have no worries at all. I am able to do anything, no matter the time or day. I picture, peaceful and calm surroundings, not golden gates. I see myself happy and laughing. I am enjoying my life and days and all that it includes. I have some of these things now, but there is still work to be done yet. My heaven will happen for me just one day to come. I hope your idea of heaven comes true for those you love and cherish.

Dee's Heart

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 21:01:22 -0700

Dees Heart(4/8/06) A new heart is all she ever wanted. She asked one and all; Do you have a heart I could use? I just need it to survive. A new heart to see another sunset. To see my brother and sister's children and their children. Every year she hoped and prayed for a new heart, for her's wasn't healty. A new heart came finally, but at a price; for another had to die. Dee had her wish come true, a new lease on life. The heart didnt change her passion for life but made it stronger. Sadly, the heart was just temporary, she died knowing her dream came true. I miss Dee very much, but I know. She is laughing and smiling up above, watching over all the lives she touched. *This poem is dedicated for all those waiting or have a new lease on life. Dee's Heart is in Timeless Voices and won has been awarded our prestigious Editor's Choice Award. And to be published in Immortal Verses! The editors of The International Library of Poetry were thrilled to inform you that your poem was honored with the prestigious Editor�s Choice Award because of your artistic accomplishments and unique perspective--characteristics found in the most noteworthy poetic works. To further commemorate this prestigious achievement, we have elected you to receive the 2007 Editor�s Published Poet Ribbon Award Pin.

The Invitation

noreply@fubar.com (Stephykins of Qtopia fe2 Brian of Qtopia) — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 18:40:45 -0700

this poem isnt published but thought I would share it. The Invitation(6/07) I check my mail daily, hoping for good news. Today I see an invitation. I open it carefully and inside it says,"Your presence is requested." I read on and note the date. Two days later, someone knocks on my door. I answer it and I just see a box by the door. I open the box, there is just a card in there. I open the card and it all it says,"Evertything you need is provided." The day arrives, I get ready in excitement. A knock on my door, I gather my things I answer the door,a gentleman says, "Please come with me." I follow him and get in. I dont know how we get there, but we do. We get there, door is already open for me. I get out,the gentleman escorts me inside. The building is none like I ever seen before. In other words,I don't think there is no building like it. We enter the building and I look around. The walls are lined with picture frames. The pictures are constantly changing,as if was a slideshow. I look at one after another, seeing days gone by. I realize it is all set up for me. I enter the room and look around. I look see a long table set for a party. On the floor, I see what looks like animal beds. I see collars, but no names are on them. I finally take a seat by the table. A few minutes later, I hear the door open again. The gentleman returns with a drink. I ask, "What is this all about?" "Wait and you will see.", he replys with a mysterious grin. So I wait to see what happes next. Finally I hear the door open again, I turn to look. Dogs and cats come running in, with tails wagging. Friends and family members come in the room happily. We greet each other, like no time has passed. We eat and laugh about the days gone by. I come to realize this is a reunion from The Other Side. I thank for whoever set this up and wipe the tears of joy. We chat about what they are doing now, one by one. I dont have to say a word, for they know what I am feeling. If you recieve a mysterious invitation in your mail, For this invitation is a very special one. For you will never know who you will see again. (revised 9/2/07)