Candy Elvis

Candy Elvis Poems

folding chairs
folding clothes
climb the stairs
the garden hose
...

2.

I wish I were an angel
You could put me atop your Christmas tree
I wish I were an angel
Then God would bless me
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There was an old man he lived in the moon
He was so bored he had nothing to do
One day he peeked over the edge
Lost his balance and fell off that ledge
...

What I did on my summer vacation
I did nothing
being only nine years old
My parents made me
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when life out there gets too hard
and the pain gets too sharp
and the hurt never ends
I'll be wanting to come back
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Lunch time
and I haven't got a dime
Freezing rain
and the furnace is down again
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I don't want to see this damn fall
I'm leaving before the leaves
aren't green at all
I can go to the desert
...

8.

Their love sailed the ocean
through storms and calm seas
Their love covered ground
some will never see
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All I really, really want
is a platinum gold star
and a shiny race car
and a couple of bags full of cash
...

let me die
let the dusty world
spin without me
...

Being pre-menopausal
last night
when I woke up
at three-twenty-four
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I just found a note
that I wrote in the bar
I need to stop sitting in trees
I need to stop sitting in trees
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Radio, Radio
Radio Man
Play me a song
Do you think you can
...

they sat in a booth
near the door
spoke of ships and docks and stevedores
bays and decks and rails
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Candy Elvis Biography

I call it housewife poetry!)

The Best Poem Of Candy Elvis

Folding Chairs

folding chairs
folding clothes
climb the stairs
the garden hose
needs rewound

writing tablets
writing checks
feed the cat
the kids have yet
to come home

washing machine
washing dishes
fix my hair
send best wishes
to the newly-weds

cleaning rags
cleaning rugs
clean the house
making love
while planning
a new kitchen

Candy Elvis Comments

Sidi Mahtrow 16 April 2012

On reading her critique of a laureate's book Candy Elvis (Not the Presley one) Writes poems of time and bliss She sees no need to atone. Taking an author by the ears And addressing her concern Which well might bring to the eyes, some tears For she teaches, what all should learn. For she is not forgiving When she discovers that there is no sense To spend time in reading A poem, or book for which coins have been misspent. So cast out the author And go to sleep The writing is perhaps for another But surely not bo-peep. s s

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