Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Don't I Wish.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

Don't I Wish.

Don't you wish,
You could find a love,
Don't I wish,
It was me,

Don't you wish,
One man could be enough,
Don't I wish,
I could be,

I came home,
I came walkin' up the street,
It was Friday afternoon,
Ten-tons, ten-thousand ladies,
Lookin' o'er me,
But I was lookin' out for you,

O', I can't find you,
I don't see you anywhere,
So what am I supposed to do,
You said you need me,
Said you want me to stay,
But you want other lovers too,

O', I can't handle it,
I can't stand for it,
And I won't chance it anymore,
O', I just hate it,
I've gotta get away from it,
I won't stay for it, no more,

Don't you wish,
O', don't I wish.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Lindy's.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Lindy’s.

To the only sister that I’ve got,
You keep me wanting to smile a lot,
You finance me when the times are bad,
And revive me when they get too sad,
You help me out of tough situations,
And compliment my poetic creations,
For me, you’d put yourself in a bind,
How could you be lovely and at the same time so kind,
You feel for me when I am down,
And laugh for me when I act like a clown,
All these things you’ve done for me,
Thanx for being so sisterly,
There’s one more thing that needs your touch,
Would you please tell my sister I love her much.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production

Hint, Hint.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Hint, Hint.

Here’s something that will never completely be paid for,
So I’ll give you some clues to make it harder to wait for,
It’s light and noisy if its name’s said aloud,
Something that helps yourself be more proud,
It may appear round, but believe me it’s flat,
It’s originally skinny, but the box makes it fat,
When I first saw it, I just may have cried,
Then I was thru’ thinking and it was fit to be tied,
If music should be offered it might set a pace,
And waiver the lines that appear on its face,
Some of them are, but this one’s not smelling,
And if reasoned with could be ever so telling,
Now it might be a runner or it might be a dancer,
But looking this over should give you the answer.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Okay, But Now.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Okay, But Now.

Girl, you’ve got me where I wanted you,
Now I’m a little bit puzzled on what I should do,
I wanted you to love me, but you turned the tables,
Now I’ve become a puppet and you hold the cables,
It’s okay that I love you ‘cos that’s how it should be,
Now see what you can do to try to love me.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Our Silent Noise.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Our Silent Noise.

The radio station is off the air,
So the music of our love, we now can share,
I look at you and you smile at me,
A beautiful relationship is what I see,
A wordless kiss upon the chin,
And this is where the love begins,
The music fills the air around us,
With the radio remaining completely soundless,
The thing that our love must surely enjoy,
Is the beauty of our silent noise.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Time Lets The World Get Away.

Unpublished Works, © 1987, BillyPauleyJr.*

Time Lets The World Get Away.

You and your eyes and your heart understand me,
They see me, who I really am,
They care and they comfort and never demand me,
And always it seems so unplanned,
I never often ever tho't to remind you,
But I'd like to take time now to say,
I love ya sis', I love ya, I love ya I do,
With all my heart in every way,
O', with all my heart in every way,

Yeah, Tina I love ya,
I really love ya,
Tho' I never took the time out to say,
My life would be so much lesser without ya,
But time lets the world get away,
Yeah, time lets the world get away,

Often in a world so far from the rest,
But not a world away from my own,
Always one step ahead of the rest,
Quietly stealing the show,
And tho' you're too smart to not understand me,
This I wish to say for myself,
I love ya so much, I hope you can see,
A world without you is a shelf,
A dark and dusty shelf,

Yeah, Tina I love ya,
I really love ya,
Tho' I never took the time out to say,
My life would be so much lesser without ya,
But time lets the world get away,
Yeah, time lets the world get away,

Now in today and tomorrow forever,
I want you to always know,
At times like this when we can't be together,
Love doesn't die, Lord it grows,
And I have been away for so long,
And you for so long have been missed,
I know the love in my heart is so strong,
But did you know that I love ya sis',
Man, I so love you sis',

Yeah, Tina I love ya,
I really love ya,
Tho' I never took the time out to say,
My life would be so much lesser without ya,
But time lets the world get away,
Yeah, time lets the world get away,

Yeah, time,
Lets the world,
Get away.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Growin' Up With Dad.

Unpublished Works, © 1992, BillyPauleyJr.*

Growin' Up With Dad.

Well, I remember growin' up with Dad,
Those wonderful times we always had,
And why he never tho't so, I'll never know,
'Cos we sure had a terrific time,
Hangin' little sister on the laundry line,
She didn't mind, if we didn't hang her by her toes,

Dad was never much of a sport you see,
When we asked him to play hide and seek,
He'd tell us to hide, then off somewhere he'd go,
Later he'd stagger in from the club,
And he'd smile and look right down at us,
And say, so I see you finally found your way back home,

O', Daddy was our hero,
The best we ever had,
And even if it wasn't enough for us,
It sure was enough for Dad,

Well, I'm not sayin' that my dad was mean,
But one day he heard my little sister scream,
And he came out and found her hangin' on the laundry line,
Well, he yanked her down and he started to cuss,
Then he spanked my little sister instead of us,
Screamin' that it took him a year to hang that line,

Well, we felt bad for what we'd done,
We told my little sister not to worry none,
That we could always hang her from our favorite climbin' tree,
Well, she was always happy if we said she was,
And if we didn't make her eat too many bugs,
She's been that way since we made her eat a bumblebee,

O', Daddy was our hero,
The best we ever had,
And even if it wasn't enough for us,
It sure was enough for Dad,

Well, it's been years since I've been away,
And I'd like to go back and visit some day,
Dad says he wouldn't mind, 'cos he's never around,
He says he's ashamed of what we used to do,
And for everything we put my little sister thru'
And someday we oughta go back and cut her down,

O', Daddy was our hero,
The best we ever had,
And even if it wasn't enough for us,
It sure was enough for Dad,

Yeah, even if it wasn't enough for us,
It sure was enough for Dad.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

How Can I Tell You.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

How Can I Tell You.

Baby, you're something, you touch my heart,
You break me with laughter and you tear me apart,
And baby, that's something no one else can do,
Yeah, you've got that something I just can't lose,
Could I live without you or you without me,
That's something I don't know and I don't wanna see,
'Cos I love you so much, but at times it won't show,
So how can I tell you to be sure that you know,

I can tell you you're cute with the wink of an eye,
I can tell you I want you and I don't have to try,
These things I can tell you and you know that they're true,
But how can I tell you that I love you,

If I owned a galaxy, I'd give you the stars,
If love could be captured, I'd give you my heart,
And these are just dreams I wish to be true,
But they're still lovely tho'ts, so I give them to you,
You see, there's things that I want and things that I'll get,
And things that I'm not thru' fighting for yet,
And I know that I love you, but at times it won't show,
So how can I tell you to be sure that you know,

I can tell you you're cute with the wink of an eye,
I can tell you I want you and I don't have to try,
These things I can tell you and you know that they're true,
But how can I tell you that I love you,

Yeah, I can tell you you're beautiful without speaking a word,
I can tell you you're wonderful without being heard,
And I don't have a way with words, but baby you do,
So how can I tell you that I love you,

And the only way I tho't of that just might do,
Is to simply tell you... I love you.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

An Embarrassing Moment In The Baker's Bathroom While Jeff Was Spying On Sharon -or- Looks Can Be Deceiving.

Unpublished Works, © 1986, BillyPauleyJr.*

An Embarrassing Moment In The Baker's Bathroom While Jeff Was Spying On Sharon or Looks Can Be Deceiving.

One night we sat up late,
My roommate and me,
Talkin' 'bout the monkeys in our family trees,
Showin' off the pictures,
And searchin' our minds,
For all and any stories we could possibly find,
That's when it happened,
When it got out of hand,
He showed me a picture of a girl on the can,

O', Sharon, Sharon Phil-a-pot,
What fun we had with that bathroom shot,
The look on your face was an innocent one,
But with our minds in the gutter; we had some fun,

O', Jeff tried to tell me,
Tried to set things straight,
But I couldn't believe that silly grin on his face,
He told me that Sharon,
Was not on the can,
She's not the kind of girl to take a picture like that,
But he wasn't convincing,
With his probable truth,
And we couldn't stop laughing for an hour or two,

O', Sharon, Sharon Phil-a-pot,
What fun we had with that bathroom shot,
The look on your face was an innocent one,
But with our minds in the gutter; we had some fun,

Now I hope that our fun,
Hasn't damaged your heart,
You know we didn't mean it 'cos I know you're that smart,
But if you could've seen it,
The same way we did,
The deception of innocence thru' a camera lens,
And Jeff and I are calm now,
We've got a plan you see,
We're sending your picture to Life magazine,

O', Sharon, Sharon Phil-a-pot,
What fun we had with that bathroom shot,
The look on your face was an innocent one,
But with our minds in the gutter; we had some fun,

O', with our minds in the gutter,
We had some fun.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, December 21, 2009

True Love.

Unpublished Works, © 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

True Love.

You wonder why your soul is dead,
You suffer the world inside your head,
You can let your binding spirit cling,
To universally complicated things,
Or you can listen to your heart instead,

There’s no true love,
Love is already true,
There’s no bad love,
Love isn’t cruel,
There is no greater/lesser good,
You either love… or you should,
There’s no love that isn’t true,

One cannot make love truer still,
By adding adjectives at will,
Love is love is all you get,
No more to need, nevertheless,
Disappointment is your own treadmill,

There’s no true love,
Love is already true,
There’s no bad love,
Love isn’t cruel,
There is no greater/lesser good,
You either love… or you should,
There’s no love that isn’t true,

One who says there’s true love yet,
Has one that isn’t; o’ I’ll bet,
And there within their finite haze,
Limitations make their way,
Sadly they believe the lie they let,

There’s no true love,
Love is already true,
There’s no bad love,
Love isn’t cruel,
There is no greater/lesser good,
You either love… or you should,
There’s no love that isn’t true,

There’s only one love,
There’s only one true,
Don’t let your innocence lie to you,
There's no love that isn't true.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

The End.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

The End.

This is the end,
You said to me,
No more songs of love,
This is the end,
The final scene,
You've had more than enough,

No, this is the edge,
The softening ledge,
That tells you when to stop,
The pulling away,
The crumbling days,
That beg you to go on,

Please don't take a step in the wrong direction,
Please don't take a fall you don't deserve,
Don't lose your taste for love and its affection,
Please be strong altho' you may be hurt,

So it's over,
So you say,
It's time for you to cry,
Your only love,
Has gone away,
It's time for you to die,
No, this is the time,
For you to fly,
Your chance to venture free,
It's tough, I know,
But you must go,
And simply let it be,

Please don't take a step in the wrong direction,
Please don't take a fall you don't deserve,
Don't lose your taste for love and its affection,
Please be strong altho' you may be hurt,

This is the end,
The final word,
All I have to say,
Nothing, no one,
Does deserve,
To end in such a way,
So hold on tight,
Without a fight,
You're guaranteed to win,
'Cos no matter what,
You lose in love,
You still gain a friend,

Please don't take a step in the wrong direction,
Please don't take a fall you don't deserve,
Don't lose your taste for love and its affection,
Please be strong altho' you may be hurt,

Please be strong,
Altho' I know, you're hurt.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Sick Poem II.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

Sick Poem II.

Try not to let it get you down,
It happens to the best,
Don’t think you’re a dummy just because,
You flunked your urine test.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Thirty-Nine Below.

Unpublished Works, © 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

Thirty-Nine Below.

I was born in the shadow of JFK at,
Thirty-nine below,
So when the northern air brings a foggy day,
I seldom feel as cold,
Frozen here, beyond the feel,
Of anything, I know is real,
More comfortable than you could know,

O’, I’m used to the cold, cold sky,
I’ve been living my life on the outside,
It’s been thirty-nine below most of my life,
I’m not likely to suffer from overexposure,
Altho’ there be ice in the storm,
My heart, I know, e’er be colder,
For the hurt; the pain that I know at,
Thirty-nine below,

I was introduced to slavery by,
The guilt of no one I know,
So when prejudice turns its ugly face,
I seldom feel as cold,
Frozen here, inside the blood,
Of every wrong, that ever was,
Less confident than I could show,

O’, I’m used to the cold, cold sky,
I’ve been living my life on the outside,
It’s been thirty-nine below most of my life,
I’m not likely to suffer from overexposure,
Altho’ there be ice in the storm,
My heart, I know, e’er be colder,
For the hurt; the pain that I know at,
Thirty-nine below,

O’, nothing matters as much at,
Thirty-nine below,
Nothing; no one as such at,
Thirty-nine below,
Life is easy, but not so good,
Nothing’s so lonely as misunderstood,
Frozen here, I’m colder than you’ll ever know at,
Thirty-nine below,

My love died in the springtime sun at,
Thirty-nine below,
So when faced with my own loneliness,
I seldom feel as cold,
Frozen here, without faith,
The cold sacrifice, of my own days,
More or less stranded; the life that I know,

O’, I’m used to the cold, cold sky,
I’ve been living my life on the outside,
It’s been thirty-nine below most of my life,
I’m not likely to suffer from overexposure,
Altho’ there be ice in the storm,
My heart, I know, e’er be colder,
For the hurt; the pain that I know at,
Thirty-nine below,

There is no sacrifice; there is no strife,
There is no worry, no fury; there is no life at,
Thirty-nine below.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

No Snow In Hawai'i.

Unpublished Works, Copyright 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

No Snow In Hawai'i.

I wake up in mid January,
Two hours early today,
Gotta get myself to work on time,
Gotta shovel snow out of my way,
Right now my tail is freezing,
My face and fingers are numb,
But in only three days I'll be smiling,
Honolulu here I come,
O' 'cos there's,
No snow in Hawai'i,
No ice on the beach,
The only thing frozen is my margarita,
When the hula girl brings it to me,
Out here on Wai'kiki Beach,
Working on my tourist tan,
Somewhere back in Missouri,
An ice storm freezes the land,
And as the windchill in Hawai'i,
Reaches eighty two above zero,
I'll remember somewhere in Omaha,
It's probably eighty two below,
O' but there's,
No snow in Hawai'i,
No ice on the beach,
The only thing frozen is my margarita,
When the hula girl brings it to me,
Headed back to the mainland,
O' how I wish I could stay,
How silly will I look in Missouri now,
In my sandals and kukui nut lei,
I guess I'll just get out my snow shovel,
And wipe these frozen tears away,
O' but there's,
No snow in Hawai'i,
No ice on the beach,
The only thing frozen was my margarita,
When the hula girl bro't it to me,
O' there's no snow in Hawai'i,
And now... there's no me.

-WillyToad*

...this is a SmokeytheToad production.

Tamara Louise Marshall.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

Tamara Louise Marshall.

Touch me, let me know,
Always I want to feel this way,
My life has never known,
A love to be so full of faith,
Reach for me in sadness,
Always I'll try to make it right,
Living in this madness,
Only you make it worth the fight,
Under that soft, silky body,
Into those deep, brown eyes,
Something special calls me,
Embracing me with smiles,
Meet me in a daydream,
Answer me in prayer,
Run thru' blazing hell with me,
Save me from despair,
Hey, girl, touch me let me know,
Always I want to feel this way,
Life has never known,
Love to be so full of faith.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I Just Quit Dreaming Today.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

I Just Quit Dreaming Today.

I guess time is my answer,
But I don't see it likely,
I'll never be the better man,
That I feel is inside me,
I won't be disappointed,
'Cos I can't say that I've tried,
But the friends I've had that knew me well,
Will surely be surprised,

They'll say,
Why have you given up on your dream,
Why did you throw it away,
And if I answer honestly,
I won't have a thing to say,
I just quit dreaming today,

Maybe I could blame something,
But who would it satisfy,
'Cos my life is going so well,
And nothing could justify,
So it's not within my sorrow,
That I've come to you to say,
It always comes down to reality,
So it's there that I've come to stay,

And you may say,
Why have you given up on your dream,
Why did you throw it away,
And if I answer honestly,
I won't have a thing to say,
I just quit dreaming today,

Has this world been cold to me,
Can I give it a second tho't,
Well my first was to captivate the world with my song,
This... was my second tho't,
Don't be down in my discouragement,
I didn't mean to step on your dreams,
And if you still believe in me,
Then it was well worth setting it free,

Altho' you will say,
Why have you given up on your dream,
Why did you throw it away,
And if I answer honestly,
I won't have a thing to say,

O', why would you do this to yourself,
I know you will make it someday,
But if I answer honestly,
I just quit dreaming today.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Published!

SmokeytheToad* author, Drake* (subsidiary label: Dark Inc.) got his horror flash fiction story: "MO-23; Mile 13." published today! Go see and provide feedback: http://newfleshmagazine.blogspot.com/


- Posted by iToad*

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Pausal Note #8

29 years ago John Ono Lennon was senselessly murdered outside his home in New York City. Please take a moment today to hUg someone & give peace a chance. Imagine... lOve... it's all you need.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Red, White And Blue Christmas.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Red, White, and Blue Christmas.

Christmas is near,
I’m missing you so,
There’s emptiness,
Under the mistletoe,
The kids are restless,
To put up a tree,
2001 colours,
What will they be,

It’s gonna be red,
For our strikes against terror,
It’s gonna be white,
For the truth we hold near,
It’s gonna be blue,
For our enduring freedom,
It’s gonna be red, white, and blue,
For Christmas this year,

Silver bells ring,
Every place that I go,
Bringing indifference,
In all that I know,
I got your present early,
With help from your mom,
We went out to Missouri,
Wrote your name on a bomb,

O’, it’s gonna be red,
For our strikes against terror,
It’s gonna be white,
For the truth we hold near,
It’s gonna be blue,
For our enduring freedom,
It’s gonna be red, white, and blue,
For Christmas this year,

O’, the kids they sing,
And they pray for you,
I close my eyes,
To steal time we knew,
In God’s miracle,
We feel you so near,
We are blessed to share,
An American Christmas this year,

O’, it’s gonna be red,
For our strikes against terror,
It’s gonna be white,
For the truth we hold near,
It’s gonna be blue,
For our enduring freedom,
It’s gonna be red, white, and blue,
For Christmas this year,

Yes, it’s gonna be red, white, and o’, so blue,
Without you here.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Friends.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

Friends.

Friends are for comfort,
And friends are for care,
I am your friend,
And I’ll always be there,
Friends are for laughter,
And friends are for fear,
I am your friend,
And I’ll always be near,
Friends are for advice,
And friends are for pleasure,
I am your friend,
And I will be forever.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Desert Island.

Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*

Desert Island.

Welcome to me,
I'm your desert island,
I'm the place you didn't want to be,
I am lonely,
No use in tryin',
Everywhere you go, you can't escape me,

When you sailed out,
Surely you knew,
There was danger in the sea,
When you capsized,
I was solid ground,
But a prison, now you see,

Welcome to me,
I'm your desert island,
I'm the place you didn't want to be,
I am lonely,
No use in tryin',
Everywhere you go, you can't escape me,

When you look up,
And wish in the starlight,
For love to reach you today,
Remember the chill,
Of my sleepless nights,
With your hope still an ocean away,

O', welcome to me,
I'm your desert island,
I'm the place you didn't want to be,
I am lonely,
No use in tryin',
Everywhere you go, you can't escape me,

O', you took your chances,
In the big sea of love,
Now you're stuck here forever,
On the isle of mistrust,

O', in love, I am lonely,
No use in tryin',
Welcome to me,
I'm your desert island.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

New York City Blues.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

New York City Blues.

From Knob Noster, Missouri,
Up to Caribou, Maine,
Down to Miami, Florida,
Out Seattle way,
Over California,
Texas thru’ and thru’,
Alaska and Hawaii,
And Puerto Rico too,
We all stand united,
And face the hardest news,
We sing the saddest song we know,
New York City blues,

From St. Paul, Minnesota,
To my old Kentucky home,
From Mobile, Alabama,
To Boise, Idaho,
From a Rocky Mountain high,
To a Death Valley low,
Across the Appalachians,
Thru’ the Poconos,
We all stand united,
And face the hardest news,
We sing the saddest song we know,
New York City blues,

Under the arch in St. Louis,
Into Chesapeake Bay,
Over the rainbow in Kansas,
On the beach in L.A.,
We all stand united,
And sing the saddest song,
But don’t take us for granted,
We won’t sing it for long,
We all stand united,
And face the hardest news,
We sing the saddest song we know,
New York City blues,

Yeah, the shortest sad song we know,
New York City blues.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Announcing...

Denny's Night? by DonnaDrake*

Release date: 09-02-09; currently unavailable.



Collections of WillyToad*

Release date: 11-10-09; currently unavailable.



101 of the Best Signatures of WillyToad*

Release date: 12-02-09; currently unavailable.



MO-23; Mile 13. by Drake*

Release date: 12-09-09; The New Flesh

http://newfleshmagazine.blogspot.com/



The Family Tree

(And Other Wild Life). by DonnaDrake*

Release date: 03-10-10; delayed, new pub-date soon.



The Houston Years of WillyToad*

Release date: 04-06-10; currently unavailable.



What's Left of WillyToad*

Release date: 05-04-10; currently unavailable.



Fearless Wings

(the sequel to Denny's Night?). by DonnaDrake*

Release date: 06-01-10; delayed: 06-01-11.



Working Class H3r0

(Works for John Ono Lennon). by WillyToad*

Release date: 10-10-10; currently unavailable.




Duty Calls (WillyToad Cares); Thank You Pennsylvania! by WillyToad*

Release date: 09-11-2011.