Buddy Bee Anthony
Biography of Buddy Bee Anthony
We all can dream
I write poetry and sing songs to improve my station.
I am in it for me, but I am not greedy. I would love to collaborate with other artists and like minded fiends.
I enjoy word construction. I am, if you must label me,
a construction worder. Which, as my curiosity would lead me I have become enamored with reconstruction, which is an aspiring artists duty to not only report on the world around us, but to restructure, or reconstruct it as we dream it could be. I am living the dream. when I play music and share my gifts. I believe greatness is not attractive when it's humble, True greaness is often, blatantly and wonderously not even tempered. We are people living in the best of times. Life is only short if we go short. To blend into the woodwork is harsh and bitter. Thus, a futile enterprise. Unworthy of our station. So dishonest to the core. I don't have to brag on myself but, my public personae intersects with my creative juices to actually create an entity, lighted by the power of the Sun and the Stars, that lives within me. A volatile, and often Volcanic, Cocktail. Why try hard to reign in such a magnificent beast.
There is an exception to every rule.
If you understand I strive to be that exception in my life and in my art.Then you have a fair understanding of my calling as an artist and a player in the biggest game of all, To achieve, and sustain a fully engaged life that says abbondanza, It's my birthright to be free to become great and resist efforts to tame me or lull me into a complacent and unsatisfying mediocrity
Buddy Bee Anthony Poems
Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up work me out work me flip side down Work me here
Raised amongst wolves A lamb who could lead Pecked ever so gently by birds on land and by Sea
Wild Rice Soak
There's Pizza delivery Indian Cuisine Tex-Mex Thai
Sick With The Music
Flick your Bic with the Music Do a high kick with the music Twirl a walking stick with the music Do you know how to get sick
The Face Behind The Bar
It's me, I'm the face behind the bar you drop coins and bills into my jar. The friendly stranger you spill your guts to
I don't know why she makes me feel so good She hurt me real fine with her sheep dipped cigarettes Boone's Farm bottles of wine
One bird song hungry for their mother One bird song seeks shelter on the docks One bird song is warring on their brother One bird song is beating all the clocks
Master Ghuey Charles Dickens
We brought home a kitty cat, his name they said was Ghuey. lazier than a hound dog and n'er the worry. Somehow Ghuey's got baby's momma wrapped deep in his spell. Ghuey won't be faring around here so well.
Helen Of Troy
She asked if I would write a poem about her She wants to know if she's my Helen of Troy It's true, the holes I'm finding in my boat are causing quite a stir
I got a brother named Thunder another named Lightenin my sister's named Wind and I'm Rain Goin' steady with a sweet li'l warm breeze
You don't know this burnin sadness that I feel And you can't see beneath my fragile smile this hurt I must conceal I keep settin course
No Pussy In Hell
I just don't care anymore. I might die and take you with me Pussy In hell Put the juice to me, I'll fry
Raven What can we make of this war for our village
Most Beautiful One
Tell me why isn't there any more room left in your heart Most beautiful one of them all when you can't be found the whole world falls apart
Helen Of Troy
She asked if I would write a poem about her
She wants to know if she's my Helen of Troy
It's true, the holes I'm finding in my boat
are causing quite a stir
Said she, I ought employ
a full time water boy