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.'
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Richard Jarboe's Works:
'TRASH MARKS THE SPOT, ' and 'WHAT IT TAKES.'
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...
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,
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.
Just An Old Hippie In A Vw Bus
I got patches on my jeans Roach clip on the dash LSD, mushrooms, reefer and hash I've been to California, been to Mexico too
When You Ride With Betty Ann, Close Your...
When you ride with Betty Ann close your eyes, Riding with Betty Ann better keep them closed, Betty Ann doesn't drive; Betty Ann flies, Crash dummy rolling down the road.
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.
To dream the impossible dream, Keep your distance, if you know what I mean, To have multiple Queens wearing multiple crowns, Your multiple wives in multiple towns.
Still, you're born alone, Still, you die alone, Still, you try to fit in.
Emanations locked inside breath Emanations- part of the air Locked inside ether Part of everywhere.
Top Of The Heap
You got to do a lot, if you want to be on top of the heap You got to learn to stop, if you know you're a flop on your feet Knowing you're going nowhere, knowing you're blowing hot air On top of the heap.
Selling cigarettes sell doubt of the hurt, Selling sugar sell doubt about dessert, Selling anything sell doubt about your health, Selling hedge funds sell doubt about your wealth.
Should I Shoot The Shooter?
Should you shoot back, should you shoot back, should you shoot? When the truth is you are under attack, should you shoot back? Should you shoot the shooter, should you shoot?
Above are layers of atmosphere, stratosphere,
Below layers of topsoil, rock and clay,
People in layers rich and poor,
Cities built on top of cities, on top of cities.
Layers of thought conscious to unconscious,
Felt in layers asleep to awake,
In a dream of a dream, of a dream in a dream,
In a dream of a dream, in a dream.