Douglas C. Rapier

ArtSees Diner is thrilled to have DCR, Douglas C. Rapier, the Diner's Chef of Staff. For our readers that have been with us for 2 years now, you know that DCR has been one of our regular "Specials." We are excited about Doug's newest release "~"Hell Froze Over". BoPoMoFo has found much success in Taiwan.

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Douglas represents in the purest form a renaissance man, he is a wordsmith, thinker, activist, writer, singer, musician, teacher, there is not much this man does not do! Douglas shares with us he most recent writing installment. A celebration of turning 60 in true DCR style!

Take it to warm our home

Chorus

Wading in the Queen Ann’s lace;

Picking Swiss chard and
lamb’s quarter
Daddy used a guitar string;

Caught himself a little brown
coney;

Sissie cried and would not eat;

All she had was cornbread

Chorus

Papa had the world’s best peach tree;

a little thing but
a real producer;

Peaches didn’t get too big;

but they were always sweet
and juicy;

Had enough for bootleg brandy;

so sad, the batch went bad

Chorus

Sloggin’ thru an Easter blizzard;

on the way to Mass at
St. Stan’s
Gotta take the Eucharist;

Or we’re facing sure damnation

Heading home, my daddy told me;

Here’s what you’re gonna learn from this

Chorus

Bloodied but Unbowed ~ D. C. Rapier

I see the boss-man with a scowl upon his face

I know he hates me; wants to put me in my place

I subtly advise him he should join the human race

Yeah, I’m bloodied but unbowed.

I’m bloodied but unbowed (x2)
That may not put me above the crowd

But I tell you that I’m standing proud
And that makes me wanna shout out loud, ‘I’m bloodied but unbowed!"Once a preacher warned me of the peril to my soul
Quoted me a scripture verse in which he said it was foretoldI said, ‘Preacher, when the Lord made me he right awaybroke the mold.’ Yeah, I’m bloodied but unbowed.
I’m bloodied but unbowed (x2)
I been bruised and I been batteredThere been times I nearly shattered
But I never broke and that’s what mattered;

I’m bloodied but unbowed
Solo
There’s a lot of mis’rable people living in your town(look around)
Like nothing better than to tear a body downBut you got the upper hand if you simply stand your groundBloodied, but unbowed
I’m bloodied but unbowed (x2)You give an inch; they take a mile
To make you fit their rank and fileWell, they can kiss my vertical smile;

I’m bloodied but unbowed(out chorus) I’m bloodied, buddy, yeah! but unbowed.

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Douglas's Poetry

Empty

It’s been too long a time since I had you by my side

Ramblin’ and roamin’ hasn’t left me satisfied

I want to drink a deep draught from your lovin’ cup

Only your mercy can fill me up

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I’m feelin’ empty; Hollow as a big kick drum

So very empty; Hollow as a big kick drum

Only hope I have is the change I pray is gonna come

Starin’ out the window of a great big department store

For the life of me I can’t remember what I came here for

There ain’t nothin’ they could sell me that would soothe my soul

You got the only mojo that can make me whole

I’m feelin’ empty; Hollow as a tollin’ bell

So very empty; Hollow as a tollin’ bell

Only hope I have is that you save me from this living hell

Drivin’ down the highway and I’m pushing 125

Prayin’ that the danger’s gonna make me feel alive

Then the engine sputters as the gasket blows

A thousand miles from nowhere and the motor froze

I’m feelin’ empty; Hollow as a broken vow

So very empty; Hollow as a broken vow

I can hardly hope that your love is gonna save me now

Hey, Mister

Hey, Mister! When you gonna walk upon the water?

Hey, Mister! When you gonna turn that water to wine?

Take that wine and do some transubstantiation.

Don’t want no prophesies and signs.

Hey, Mister! How you wanna share the loaves and fishes?

Hey, Mister! Are you gonna win their hearts and minds?

The bakerman is gonna want remuneration.

All the fisherman’s got is salt and brine.

Hey, Mister Moneybags! Can’t you spare a quarter?

Hey, Mister Politician! Can’t you spare the time?

Time has come for you to make your restitution.

Don’t want to hear you moan and whine.

Hey, Mister! How we gonna part the rising water?

Hey, Mister! How we gonna stem the cresting tide?

Time & Tide don’t wait on our deliberations.

The tide is up and the river is wide.

Ill-gotten Gains

You may steal from the destitute and rob from the blind

Your heart is as black as the Peabody mine.

You may clear-cut the forest and poison the rain

May you find ever-lasting mis’ry in your ill-gotten gains

You may broker the future for a few dollars more

You insist that’s just what the future is for

You may lie with the best of them for fortune and fame

May you find ever-lasting mis’ry in your ill-gotten gains

Ill-gotten Gains

May you find ever-lasting mis’ry in your ill-gotten gains

You may never understand what you learned as a child

“Live and Let Live” has never gone out of style

You may be the very last of us to go down the drain

May you find ever-lasting mis’ry in your ill-gotten gains

Ill-gotten Gains

May you find ever-lasting mis’ry in your ill-gotten gains

October Moon

I recall...

walking hand in hand

underneath a bright, silver moon

The air was scented with sweet perfume

As we strolled ‘neath the October Moon

I recall…

Looking into her eyes

On that night of the bright, silver moon

And the leaves rustled a fond farewell

As we paused ‘neath the October Moon

I recall…

Knowing our hearts were one

In the glow of the bright, silver moon

And the lawn felt like a feather-bed

As we lay ‘neath the October Moon

Our love blossomed in moonlight

But an early frost killed the bloom

I recall…

dreaming this memory

at a time when clouds hid the moon

And the sky wept as a lover would

For the dream ‘neath the October Moon

Older Than I look, Younger Thank I Feel

So, I’m strolling down the street the other day

A pretty little thing comes walking my way

I tip my hat n say ‘Howdee do?’

She eyeballs me as if to say ‘Dad, what’s got into you?’

I smile n shrug n shake it off; I got someplace to be

Gonna meet a friend of mine at a local eatery

I slide into the corner booth; check the specials of the day

When a 20-something waitress traipses over with her tray

I say ‘Howdy, Hon! You’re new here. Won’tcha tell me what’s your name?’

She puts down her tray, cocks her head n sneers ‘I don’t play that game.

Why, you’re old enough to be my dad. You oughta be ashamed.

I got a mind to call the cops.’ Yeah, she was that inflamed.

I throw up my hands, say ‘Ho-ho-hold it there. No need to be so rude.

I ain’t trying to make a play. I just wanna get some food

Since you’re new, you might not know I’ve been coming here for years.

And all that time, I’ve been watching myself grow old in the shaving mirror. I’ll tell you this:

I’m older than I look but I’m younger than I feel

(spoken) Right now, I feel like some Farina; a cup of broth; some dry toast, Metamucil…

Right then my oldest friend comes in and he’s looking rather glum.

He says, ’Y’know what I really miss the most ‘bout being young n dumb?’

I say ‘Tell me, son; might it be all the stupid shit we done?’

‘Well, there is that, my friend, but you gotta admit it was lotsa fun’!

But now;

I’m younger than I look but I’m older than I feel

I’m older than I look but I’m younger than I feel

(spoken) I feel like an 18-year-old; maybe two; one blonde, an’ …

Yeah, I know. Dream on, old man. Dream on…

Shame

Shame! It’s a shame.

Shame, shame, shame. It’s a dirty shame.

Somebody somewhere is taking somebody’s life.

Somebody, somewhere… Somebody, somewhere, Right now!

Somebody, somewhere is taking somebody’s life.

Now you might say, ”That’s the way things are.”

Yes, indeed, that’s the way it’s always been

But my brothers and my sisters, why must this tragedy go on?

Why do so many precious lives end in killing?

Killing somebody} (bgnd singers – call response)

Somebody they love

Somebody they hate

Somebody they don’t know

Somebody for the dough

Somebody for loving somebody else

Somebody for thinking a different way

Somebody with a gun

Somebody just for fun

With a car-bomb - Right now!

Somebody somewhere is taking somebody’s life

What Went Wrong

They used to be so lovey-dovey

Life was one big wedding cake

Now ‘Lovey’s suing ‘Dovey’

For half everything he makes (half of everything he makes)

Everything was hunky-dory

He promised her the moon and stars

Then Hunky found out Dory

Was stickin’ her hand in the cookie-jar (hand in the cookie jar)

What went wrong? What went so wrong with their love?

What went wrong with their love?

They played it loosey-goosey

Trading lies and swapping wives

Then Lucy murdered Goosey

With one of his favorite huntin’ knives (favorite huntin’ knife)

What went wrong? What went so wrong with their lives?

(Wrong with their lives)

The world’s gone topsy-turvy

Don’t you know… it’s getting too perverse

Now that Turvy’s topping Topsy

It just might go from bad to worse (bad to worse)

What went wrong? What went so wrong with the world?

What’s wrong with the world?

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