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
Wild Rice Soak
There's Pizza delivery Indian Cuisine Tex-Mex Thai
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
Remedy on a Frenemy
I remain awestruck by your solemn stillness in a maelstrom of discord. I pay my respect to your passion to coalesce social changelessness with desireless equality.
Comin and Goin
Chat that best gal pal on up. Get more than a little bit flirty and go down down deep down and dirty they don't have of all the marbles yet
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
You bring the duct tape and I'll get the handcuffs Take the party bus down off the ramp you grab the chains and
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.
Flower Child In Need
Organically, forever shy With tangled hair that's me oh my Sittin in a chair that doesn't fit
Raven What can we make of this war for our village
Anarchy Street Musician
I play and sing from the A to the G that's where you can find me your anarchy street musician With your French toast or at midday tea
King David's Gold
Young David bold a story old made a pledge up high on golden altar A bloody Sunday's sacrilege boy king, not gonna falter
The Face Behind The Bar -new-
I'm the face behind the bar you drop your coins and bills into my jar. The friendly stranger you spill your guts to Step up to my finishing line.
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
Remedy on a Frenemy
I remain awestruck by your solemn stillness in a maelstrom of discord.
I pay my respect to your passion to coalesce social changelessness
with desireless equality.
I am a gentle witness to your rigid static balance.
I have accepted your relentlessly maddening clarity.