Biography of Richard Jarboe
New book 'What it Takes.' Old book, 'Trash Marks the Spot.' Cds available on internet. Plays include, 'Hamelin, ' co-written with Harvey Shield, 'There Goes the Judge, ' 'Let's Not Forget, ' and 'Remnants.'
Richard Jarboe's Works:
'TRASH MARKS THE SPOT, ' and 'WHAT IT TAKES.'
- Free From This Spell -new-
Richard Jarboe Poems
Everybody Is Getting Out Of Town
Population, getting out of town, Population, got their running shoes, Population, wondering which road to choose, Everybody's getting out of town.
Dr.Seuss Explains Einstein's Theory Of G...
There's a thin line between the poet and the bum, Usually both are broke, In boxing circles, there's the bum of the month, And like the poet, considered a joke.
Gold Miner's Fantasy
I know this may come as a total surprise But the gold in the field shines like your eyes If only I could bring together the two I'd waltz across the gold field with you.
I'M In Heaven, But I Got A Bad Knee
I'm in Heaven, but I got a bad knee Heaven, but I got a bad knee I'm in Heaven with my family Heaven, but I got a bad knee.
That's What Makes America Cool, You Know...
With apology to Bruce Willis... we don't wrap our women up in burkas, we like bikinis on the beach,
Still, you're born alone, Still, you die alone, Still, you try to fit in.
eating disorder, or is it? it's eat or be eaten, you can't miss it, that's the order of the disorder, border to border, you're hooked to a food chain, hooked on a food train.
Thick phantoms of wonder, All mysteries rip, Return with composure, From their seasonal trip.
I once knew Rattlesnake Ace Kept his snakes in a old suitcase Rattlesnakes all over the place In that shack of Rattlesnake Ace.
If God Made This World In 7 Days Maybe H...
If God made this world in 7 days, Maybe He should have taken another week, Considering how cruel people are, With idiots crushing the meek.
Church Of The Little Drummer Boy
He didn't do it for money, He didn't to it for power, It wasn't an inside job, And he probably wasn't real.
To Get That Money
to get that money make that money steal that money go to jail.
Big City Bop
Welcome to New York City The city that never sleeps, Bean counters everywhere, Everybody playin' for keeps,
You have a right to remain stupid,
Anything you say will diffuse in a court of flaw.
If you cannot afford a liar,
One will be disappointed.
Do you understand these re-writes,
As they have been read to you?