For the solid hugs
The first kiss on my neck
Sent shivers down my spine
The second kiss on my neck
Made me quiver
The third kiss on my neck
Made me tingle from head to toe
For some reason I just want you to know
How grateful I am for those solid hugs
That I love to share with you
They always brighten up
Or wash away the blue
That sad, cold and lonely feeling
Because, because
A solid hug takes two
TWISTED SICK
If there is no matter
I know nothing sadder
If there is no way to find
A right in a wrong
Like my friend Angie, from Vidor Texas
I believe left is best, just go left
If there is no matter
I know nothing sadder
If you have to question why
And you just don’t understand
Asking yourself really?
Is this part of some plan?
State to state, I saw beauty
I saw history, I saw no matter
Now I know there’s nothing sadder
And left truly is best, if there is no way to find
A right in a wrong
You pick
Sick or twisted
Or twisted sick
What’s the answer!
Who asked the question?
If there is no matter
I know nothing sadder
Than if
If all right, is not ok
Don’t walk, run the other way
Remember left is best, just go left
When life deals you something
Twisted sick
There is no matter
There is nothing sadder
Mede pause
Hungry or hot
Oh, what a mood
She gets in
If she’s hungry or hot
Tired or rushed
She’s mean and hateful
For a second or two
Then it’s too late
There is silence from disbelief
At the words she just said
EVERYBODY
Everybody’s good at something
That’s why we are all
Who we are
ANNOYED
Annoyed by the slightest thing
Aggravated from beyond control
Oh no! Now she’s losing balance
Her hand is numb
It’s so hard for her to see
What she’s looking at
It’s happening again
She is me
HE’S
He’s a Carny
He’s a biker
He’s a cowboy
Oh, he’s everything
That could ever be anything,
It’s taken me so long to see
I must of climbed a tree
Little Quotes
I’m not a voodoo doll
Quit sticking me!
Did you say those things to be mean?
Or do you mean those things you say?
Do I want you to see
Or do I want to see, how
How very bad I can be
Your behavior ought to be taped
So you could see
How foolish you look to me
I feel your anger
And your pain
Throw it all at me
It’s all in vain
I see your beauty
It’s so deep
That’s all of your
Memory I will keep
Wow
A home cooked
Meal for real
No fast food quickie
Meal deal
Like every lil’ boy and lil’ girl should
I loved them the most
To them I shall toast
The best always!
Good luck and God Bless!
Too Young
Having children way too young
I gave them up
So they could grow up
with instead of without
Oh, I wanted more for them
Then what I had
Was that Bad
The decision was hard
And made me real sad
But I felt I offered the best
That I could
My signature sealed the deal
For them to be raised
In a new neighborhood
To eat with a family
During a meal and the whole smeal
To be taught what was bad
And what was good
CAUGHT
Caught on your string
Like a YO YO
At the bottom of the string
Dangling or just walking the dog
Back and forth
Until who knows
Will the YO YO
Come back to the top
Or is it just time to stop
Being caught on your string
Cuz it’s such a foolish thing
CREASY
Names Marie Creasy
Once known as Marie Love O’
Down in Galveston Island
Where the gulf breeze blows
She’s a bartender lady that everybody knows
She lives in a bar
Called the Poop Deck Club
With her husband Dennis
Not in some old hollow log
Her names Marie Creasy
Not Marie Love O’
She’s the first Mate
On the vessel
That never sails
Where you see the water and the beach
While you have a cool drink
And visit with new and old friends
You meet
Mermaid
She had a little too much fun
With a ship full of sailors
Then she let herself get tattooed
So the mermaid came aboard
Only to get screwed and tattooed
Before she went ashore
Then back to the sea
After her visit to 30th and seawall
Galveston, Aya Galveston
TEARS
I never thought I’d be here after sixteen years
Yeah, I’ve cried a few tears
Gladness and sadness
That’s life
Oh what a wonderful life
Friends and family
And people you admire and adore
Finding so much at the age of twenty-four
Only to realize, I’m forty now
The tears along with the years of life
Have made me who I am
Only to become who I was
WHAT DO YOU THINK
WILL YOU SHARE
Please, can I have some of that
I want
Want some, some of that
I want
Want some, some of that
It’s a fact
May I please have some
I want some of that
Please, momma said, to share
Now show me, show me that you care
And do the right thing, share
Please, can I have some
I want some
Yesterday, right now, tomorrow
It’s ok if I want some
It’s just an old bottle of rum
Let’s have a drink
What did you think
Do you want some
Do you care
Will you share
Some—some of that
WHEN THERES PEOPLE
You gotta ask
For real !
When there’s people all around
And you scream so loud
No one hears a sound
Ya gotta ask, is this real?
Is it a dream?
; Or a farfetched sceam
Didn’t I just scream
I saw people all around
Still it seems
No one heard a sound
Makes me ask
For real!
Am I about to eat my last meal
MAKE A TOAST
When you can see both
Outside your back door
Magic on the beach
Dream’s within reach
Ride jocks, playing good music
On fun rides
Cool cons, running games
And an electrician, like a magician
Keeping the bright lights on everywhere
So we feel innocent
For a moment
Or perhaps fairytale like
Which is as good as
If not better than
A new bike
Harley preferably
Just as long as you know
When you see your dreams within reach
You gotta believe, there’s magic on the beach
Remember you are luckier than most
So have a drink, make a toast
CAGED
When your hearts been
Locked in a cage
100 or 600 pages later
It’s still the same
A one sided
Love sick game
It’s doesn’t change
Page after page
When your hearts been
Locked in a cage
BUTTERFLY BRAIN
Not me! No, I was never your wife
Still more than half my life
I’ve been loving you
We both know it’s true
After I let you touch me, and I wasn’t offended
Look, six weeks is all it took
To make me crazy, partially insane
Nothing more than a butterfly brain
Now I have to ask, were you just playing a game?
If so, you played it good
Broke my heart, screwed up my head
Leaving me crazy, partially insane
With nothing more than a butterfly brain
Because more than half my life
I’ve been loving you
We both know it’s true
When you touched me, and I wasn’t offended
Other than, you already had a plan
Three daughters and a best friend named
Sam or Lee or Julie or who ever
When you touched me
I wasn’t offended
Other than, I didn’t understand
How I, a single woman
Could hunger for a married man
Now I must confess
I believe, I understand
How Eve ate the apple
Of forbidden fruit
Also why
I’ve loved you more than half my life
Somewhat crazy, partially insane
With nothing more than
A butterfly brain
IN OUR AMERICA
Our soldiers are on foreign soil, for the Twin Tower’s and the oil.
We pray they will survive.
There are tornadoes, earthquakes, floods and hurricanes. So how do we survive?
The warning is sometimes too late.
Now there is Hilliary, Obama and McCain running for President, Who will survive?
The vote in November of ’08 in the U.S.A.
Where hope, faith and belief, God willing, will survive from now until the end of time.
In the United States of America where daily we see IN GOD WE TRUST. When we spend our hard earned money to survive. Paying taxes, the continuous rising price of gas, as well as groceries(milk, meat, rice and such). Sometimes it seems to be a bit much, just to survive.
Where pride and dignity, along with freedom are flown in the Red, White and Blue for everyone, including you.
Thanks to our soldiers, past and present, that have fought and served to protect us and our freedom. In our America, so we survive as a NATION UNDER GOD
Once written in our PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE.
Taught to us, our parents, grandparents and great grandparents there was nothing to discuss. Unless! It was about a gold rush in the black hills or the blooming daffodils.
In our America, full of beauty, protected by our armed forces unity and their sworn responsibility to the constitution. All of us now wondering, why we never went to court over the disaster in New York. Why our girls, boys, men and woman are gone, for a payback that is taking way to long. For our America, that is strong. But we need GOD, where LIBERTY and JUSTICE, are for ALL. So as a nation, we won’t fall!
Written By E. Marie Aldrich-Creasy
Poop Deck
30th and Seawall
Galveston, Texas
May 30th 2008 copy written
FROM THE BACK
It’s a fact
Hurricane Ike came from the back
Twelve to sixteen hours before land fall was predicted
Ike came from the other side
Leaving nowhere to hide
On the Island the storm
Flooded the Strand
All the buildings and all the land
Like a river, Galveston Island’s contents
Rushed toward the sea
The night hurricane Ike blew
He drown a lot of history
The rain, the ocean, the wind
It’s a fact hurricane Ike
Came from the back
I BELIEVE
Today I believe
I would have found
Something wrong with it
if I would of
Had lobster in melted butter
Today I believe
I could have lost something
That wasn’t mine
If I broke that connection
Or refused to pay attention
Today I should have
I believe
Today
Voices
Don’t blame me
Are you hearing voices
You say, you don’t understand
Oh me! Oh my
I did not take your island life
You didn’t tie up the boat
And you drifted out to sea
And forgot all about reality
Don’t blame me
For a problem you created
With your choices
Are you hearing voices
Music Man
He knows it takes a special kinda’ woman
To stay with a music man
He’s always on the road with his five piece band
He’s on stage flirtin’
Saturday morning, he’s generally hurtin’
From all the drinkin’ the night before
He says it’s from the gig
He swears he only had one swig
With no roadies,
She knows moving all the equipment is a chore
But to him, it doesn’t matter
When he hears the crowd roar,
Screaming!
More, more, more!
He’s always going away
So his fans can hear him play
In his mind he knows
It takes a special kinda’ woman
To stay with a music man
He’s on the stage singing
Hours before the church bells are ringing
Then he’s tearin’ down the show
Packin’ up the truck, ready to go
He knows trying to pay for that little piece of land
Is gonna take all he’s got and all he can
It takes a special kinda’ woman, and the good Lords helping hand
To continue being a music man
Written by, Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie
THE BEACH
I remember
Galveston, oh Galveston
Do you remember me
I don’t know
I hear the locals say it ain’t right
It’ll never be the same after 9:13 and hurricane Ike
The day before was long
But nothing like the night
The Balinese is gone
There since 1923, out over the sea
“Frank Sinatra played there
And ZZ Top sang about that place
Does anyone know?
Did Glen Cambell ever sing
Galveston, oh Galveston
At the Balinese
I saw Shake Russel there in 1986
I was with you
Do you remember me from years ago, over twenty-three
I just don’t know if I remember you
I remember Galveston, oh Galveston
Whenever I cross the cause way
I’m Feeling young
Soon I’m on the beach in the sun
Having so much fun
Galveston, oh Galveston
Do you remember me
Yes, I remember you
It makes me proud to see
You coming back to life after 9:13 and hurricane Ike
Ya cleaned the trash up off the streets
You put the sand back on the beach
You had Dickens on the Strand and
The Lone Star Bike Rally too
Then Mardi Gras came right on time, In 2009
Galveston, Oh Galveston
We remember that song
Glen sang way back when
Now, six months after Ike
I wonder if I’ll see Sylvia or her mother
Walking barefoot on the beach
With a Rhinestone Cowboy,
The waves splashing on their feet
As they find treasures
Sand dollars, seahorses and sea shells
Special things to keep
I remember, do you remember
Galveston, Oh Galveston Written by Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie
IN MY MIND
Lost somewhere in time
My pen was too far away
I lost whatever it was
I had to say
In my mind
Now it’s just lost somewhere in time
My pen now on the paper writes
About what I don’t know
Writes to writes
That in itself is pretty tight
And you know I’m right
The Poop Deck
Is the best bar in town
Look how long it’s been around in Galveston
Ardella opened the Poop Deck in 1972
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