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A Boston Tea Party Prelude

Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table
where her husband sat (before he passed away),
working on his daily crossword puzzles, seeming
most content although the nest they’d pieced
together gradually had emptied and grown quiet.
She remembers when her daughters,
chirruping like little birds, implored her please
to make their favorite cake named as a pie,
her famous Boston Cream.
Then busily she set to mixing butter, eggs; flour;
in other bowls, vanilla cream and chocolate glaze.
They liked it when she brought the china tea cups
from the cupboard and made a little party
just for them. . .

When all her birds had flown away, she tried to
cook and clean, pretending to be busy,
but really she just listened for their calls.
She saw her girls at holidays, but then when
they got married, the phone rang much less often.
And Christmas with them all was something rare.
Monotony hung heavy in the air.
No longer did she feel like baking cakes.
She faced the television while her husband
worked on puzzles and puttered round the house.
It seemed to her an effort just to breathe.
So then she’d go outside, buy groceries,
or stop and watch the children in the park.
A group of older ladies always flocked there
just like robins home for spring, twittering.
They’d beckon her to join them and chat.
But she just smiled, nodded, passed them by,
and wondered what could spark such animation.
For sadness now had settled over her.
It taxed her from her mornings to her nights,
sapping her of any old desires she once had.
And when her husband passed, she had no more
of sorrow left to cry.

So here she sits tonight beside the candles.
She thinks about the women in the park
and how they’d motioned to her just today.
A light inside her mind is flickering.
She rises from her chair, and flips a switch.
Her kitchen fills with light. She goes to where
for many years her cookbook lay untouched.
A harbinger, it opens to the place she’d often gone.
The weight of her dejection strangely lightens.
She gathers her ingredients and thinks about
the ladies; how she hopes they will react
when she gives her invitation, and
how cheerful they will be while sipping tea;
chirruping like girls, like little birds.
A stirring in her bones - this yearning to be free
kindling a rebellion -
the beginning of unburdening;
She starts to make her famous Boston Cream.


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The Tea Party For Emily

(a challenge that was based on using ten given words)

The old folks at the home, and none at all
of them too fleet of foot in their last years,
came shuffling, some with walkers, down the hall,
including those with aids pressed in their ears.

Then one (whose punctured lung had not healed well)
was wheeled in; she had just turned ninety-three!
They'd all come (when the nurse had rung the bell),
for what was now to be revealed: a "Tea!"

The English lady wheeled in never knew
what they were planning as she lay in bed.
They'd stamped the name of "Emily" onto
The sparkling crown which now lay on her head.

With cake crumbs on her chin, in pure delight,
She sipped the tea they'd sweetened up just right!


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The Party's Over

The Play Bill falls from my sweaty palm to the floor
September 8, 2001 and I'm still alive; it's a miracle.
Pushing my bifocals back up my nose, I frown.
I can't remember the play at all?

A cell phone rings. I stumble toward the closed doors.
Bending over, I'm approached from the wing and tackled.
My heel slip-rolls on a broken pencil; I'm down.
What did you do you bastard, he bawls.

the curtains part
revealing a pool of blood:
a chord is struck

My arm's wrenched to my back the pain's hard to ignore.
Arms back, I feel cold metal, he puts on shackles
From the outside, there's a shout; a cop's siren sounds;
he lifts and shoves me to the wall.

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Have You Got Your Party Ticket?

We all need a Savior
In this world today
Because to enter Heaven
There is no other way.

So a Savior God did send
Jesus His own Son
For He is salvation's gift,
Gift for every one.

So why don't you take this gift
Which money cannot buy
And receive from Him that ticket
For the banquet in the sky.

Go ahead book your seat
And take that party ticket
Don't let this pass you by
I would hate it if you miss it.

Let me warn you before I go
And let this thought sink in
Not all tickets that's out there
Are true and genuine.

So take this ticket God's own Son
This one's not a dud
Look closely and you will see
It's stamped with His own blood.

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It's Party Time Song On CD

Got the weekend free, it's party time,
Let's kick it on up, have a good ol' time,
Alone at home.....can drive you out of your mind,
And that's not where it's at, when it's party time!

Yea! we're cuttin' it loose...from out of the blues,
Where being with you, feels so fine,
A drink or two....enjoy...amuse!
Hey everybody...it's party time!

So kick it on up...it's dancin' time,
Hey what's up....have a good ole time,
Long-necks to-o-o-o...whiskey and wine,
Everybody sing...it's party time,

Got the weekend free...it's party time,
Let's kick it on up...have a good ole time,
You're not wrong...it's been too long,
Since our last ...good party time,

Yea, we're cuttin' loose...from out of the blues,
Here with the crew....havin' a good ole time,
Alone at home...can drive you out of your mind,
And that's not where it's at when it's party time,

So kick it on up...it's dancin' time!
Hey! what's up...have a good ole time,
Long-necks to-o-o-o...whiskey and wine!
Everybody sing...it's party time!

Yea! kick it on up....it's dancin' time,
Hey! what's up....have a good ole time,
Long-necks to-o-o-o...whiskey and wine!
Sing everybody!....it's party time!
Long-necks to-o-o-o...whiskey and wine!
It's party time...it's party time!!

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It's My Party and I'll Drink if I Want To, Drink if I Want To -

Hello Jose my old friend
I've come to guzzle you again
500 guests before afternoon
I started sipping on you far too soon
My last SENTENCE I fear was slightly slurred
(Vision blurred)
Forgot to EEEET...my breakfast

They look with pity upon me
'Can't hold his liquor', they agree
Now I'm weaving when I try to walk
Senseless babble when I try to talk
Then I feel the NEEEED to flee to an old-oak-tree
(to heave and pee)
but cannot LOOOZE... my breakfast

Did not like his tone at all
Got myself into a brawl
I quickly put him in his rightful place
Broke his knuckles with my pretty face
Shoulda' had my OOOATS, but didn't, so alas!
(I kiss the grass)
and now my ASSSS... is breakfast

In the morning I awake
moaning with a bad headache
Bright-sun glaring through the window pane
I whine and whimper in my wretched pain
In the next room a TV-is-blaring
and screams in my pounding-ear
(No thank you dear)
just coffee PLEEEZE, I think I'll pass----on....BREAKFAST

Plunk-a-plunk-a-plunk-a....PLUNG

Parody of 'The Sounds of Silence' by Simon & Garfunkle
Title from: 'It's My Party' by Leslie Gore


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After the Party Ends

Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends

We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

And I’ll be seeing you there
Fists pumping in the air
Gonna jump, we’re gonna swing
Gonna dance, we’re gonna sing

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

There’s a place where time stands still
Far from things that make me cry
And I would take you there tonight
So we could stay young all our lives

You’ve been my friend when I was down
I’ll miss you when you’re not around
And I will think of you
In all the good I’ve found
In every light, in every sound

And I’ll be seeing you there
Fists pumping in the air
Gonna jump, we’re gonna swing
Gonna dance, we’re gonna sing

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life

Before we go our separate ways
We’re gonna roar, we’re gonna rage
Never forget we were friends
Long after the party party party party ends
We’re gonna stay friends
Long after the party party party party ends

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Super Grouper, Sardine Party Pooper

Scuba diving, oh! what a dream
In the Gulf, amidst the Sardines
With a Florida blond
Whom I've grown to be fond
It's dark, is it all that it seems

Our dive is going oh! so super
Boo! said the nosey big Grouper
Och! do you have to be mean
To these little Sardines
Your just a big party pooper

Told of he goes in a mood
Just like a big bully should
Hey! next time take better care
To these Sardines you did scare
It's impolite, and you've been oh! so rude

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HAVING A PARTY TONIGHT

tonight going do it right
going to jam
eat some ham
stump and bump
there will be you sse
blinking lights
HAVEING A PARTY TONIGHT

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A Party Under The Floor



Here's a subject Haven't written bout before Whad'ya think's living Under the floor Lately heard noises Like a party or such Like people laughing And drinking and stuff A vivid imagination Been accused of having Maybe the medication Is why it's happening Sure like to join 'em Wherever they are Got beer in the fridge And snacks on the bar Are you maybe thinking I'm losing my grip Then you'd all be wrong This dude's real hip A vivid imagination Is all that it is Making life interesting There's nothing amiss So relax everybody Just having some fun Don't mean no harm I love everyone MMMMUUUAAAAAAA! (That's a big smackeroonie!) © Jack Ellison 2013

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It"s Not A Party Without Me

Hey it"s been awhile how ya doin like I care.
Writting little bits of misery isnt my style.
Drinking till dawn writting low brow poems is something 
I do with such great flare.


John Patrick  you know the rest.
Never got a degree but i got something else.
more than a few times incase you havent guessed.

Turn off the lights i'll just use my hands to see.
Yes im way worse in person.
But ya know it just aint a party without me.

Were theres gasoline so should  there be fire.
Far from a saint.
But I have dated a couple girls who once sang in the choir.

You may won the contest but I really didnt lose.
cause you gotta ribbon and me  I gotta bottle of booze.

Guess who never paid attention in class?
I was to busy staring at the teachers.
Uhh miss hotness could i please have the hall pass.

Wonder what slowed us down  uhh probaly
when we hit that tree.
You know my friends it just isnt a party without me.

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EMMA SUE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY - From A Neighborhood Child

EMMA SUE’S BIRTHDAY PARTY

She’s looking happy    for a change
“Emma Sue’s a ‘Four-Eyes”
We call her that    and other names

First a threat    the stick!
But then her Mother appears with some paper bags
Bulging within    thick

Miss Mengin’s room is at attention
So early too    then
It’s only 9:00 a.m.

The bags are placed within a closet
Then locked away
The entire    LONG    day

Her Mother wears some worried wrinkles
Says a word to Emma’s teacher    frowns
But throws a smile before she leaves for town

At lunch    on the grounds
Emma Sue    as usual    stands aside    single
Doesn’t try to mingle

But    there is something  within
Hope in her eyes
Shoulders  up    elevated chin

By 2:15 excitement of the morning seems forgot
Not so!
By Emma Sue?    Certainly not!

Both she and teacher rise together
All eyes are lifted     puzzled looks
Quite forgotten the grammar books

Girls and boys begin to whisper
‘Four Eyes’    grinning    see her cheeks bloom
At front of a thrilling room

“It’s Emma Sue’s Birthday
See what she and her mother have baked
One for each and every person    little cakes

Put your books away
No more lessons
The rest of the way”

“HOORAY!”

For Emma Sue I must say
Those tasty cakes made all the difference
Well?    At least for one day
 









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When the party is over

I felt like venting, releasing steam
Almost like reflecting a dream
People blend and people go
Still I don't pretend to know

You change and I hit the floor
These chains just weigh more
If we close the blinds and hide
I suppose they won't mind

Kick everyone out, it's too loud
Pull the curtains, end it now
Put on pink or just the mink
I need a drink so I can think

They say love has a sweetness 
But it's not above a wet kiss
I'll treat you right and dim the lights
It's just us tonight, forgetting fights



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The party line

One long ring; that is for me
One long and one short, Mrs. McGee

Two long rings for the farmer Scholl
As the phone would ring a distinctive toll

Down the road on a line of eight
As the bell would ring we all would wait

One would answer; three would listen in
That is the way it was on a party line back then

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THE PARTY AT THE POLE HAS JUST BEGUN

These are lyrics for a silly Christmas song I wrote- if anyone wants to add music I'd be
interested?


Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun

Let’s all party now and have some fun
The reindeers are up and gone 
And the night has just begun
Bells are ringing sing the song
And the children have their toys
All we elves are ding, ding, dong!
So let’s party girls and boys!

Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone

Rudolph said you’ll never make it
Huh! He surely got it wrong
Everyone here did their bit
Even help from old King Kong
Start the party no delay
At the pole here all night long
Yep! It’s Christmas time hurray! 

Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun

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PARTY EVERY WEEK END

after the pay check
you can bet
time for some fun
tho paying bills is the run
we all as friends
go you know TO THE DANCE FLOOR
party
EVERY WEEKEND

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Holiday Party Haiku

holiday party
we celebrate till morning -
New Year's hangover

crowded city square
ten, nine, eight ... four, three, two, one -
January mess



May 7, 2014

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Aussie Party Invitation

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,
Can you feel the adrenaline
'Cause I formally invite you
To my summer night cruise

It is dress to impress
So bloke's put on your coat and vest
And girls slip into your best clothes
as well as your stilettos

We will be rocking the boat
and sowing a few wild oats
From Seven-thirty to midnight
So please be flirty and nice 

There will be great food and drinks
As mister Dj spins and syncs
and lets the vivacious mood sink
On January Nineteenth

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THE PARTY GUEST

THE PARTY GUEST

 On a cold December night
In a moody light and sweet  
In a blizzard blinding white    
O’Leary rambled down the street  
Cheery to be out with friends
Whistling songs’ forgotten ends
Joy of Christmas weeks to come
Crashing parties with gin rum
On his way to Brother Ned’s
Stumbled into Neighbor Fred’s
Mennorah lights bid him indoors
Saw people bustling in their chores
Hazy from a street of punch
He helped himself to plates of lunch
Woke up from a boozy snooze
Cried “Who invited all these Jews?”


Based on my room mate family's lore about a guy who wandered into a Chanukah party

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DISCO PARTY DANCE

it was a night
of blinking lights
some white some blue
it was fun 
we  party  like a sonforgun
stump bump and prance
THIS 
DISCO PARTY DANCE

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that one party i got drunk at

highscool parties
freshman year
everyone around me
drinking beer
looking around for the water
to put out this fire
the want inside me
makes me tired
but i hve a life ahead of me
a good plan
dont want to waste my time
just find a god man
but then again i have four years
to do anything without
getting a bad rep
wow thats something to think about...
so skrew it, i take a sip or five
never felt so alive
and then dead..


i wake up its dark
im naked
someone on me
im shaking
hes asleep so i run for it
my memory gone
what the hell was i thinking
im gone

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Greatest Party Ever

You my friend are invited to the greatest party ever
at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington D. C.
It’s the frigging White House man. Gnarly to the max.
The Prez will be out of town speaking at some political event.
The man dearly loves to talk, he should be a TV talk show host.
All of the old gang will be there, except for Bubba and Buddy.
Bubba is in the county jail and Buddy is on the run from Johnny Law.
I’m going to barbecue some burgers and hotdogs, tasty stuff.
Wear your best running garb cuz, if the Secret Service dudes
get wind of our fest we will have to leave faster than a flash.
Get ready for some fun son, music by Boogie Blue McCool.


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ON THE BEACH PARTY SPLASH

we're going kick
and twist
jam eat spam
it'll on the sand with a band
come lets have bash
ON THE BEACH PARTY 
SLASH

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MID NIGHT PARTY

                                         Mid night party gone
                                    all are silent and tired now
                                            needs relaxation

                                       feels distance of home
                                      driving car under control
                                     watchman opens the gate 

                                           body's no control
                            tongue keeps silence, eyelids close
                                         on own bed rest on

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My Rock n Roll Party - In Memory of Mr Tom Bell - Poet

"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door Blimey! at this time of the night, a vacuum salesmen stands before" "Hey pal make it quick, I have a party to host Tell me your pitch, now disappear your a ghost The best place for them is in the lunar craters Sucking on Listerine soaked tissues, singing, "see you later alligator" "Another knock on the door, and I'm pleasantly surprised All my intended buddies on my doorstep, the parties arrived For a night of drifting, ending with earache and pain Entering wormholes of insomnia, no pain no gain" "Our party is going to be like a cool Rock 'n' Roll gig Beers flowing a plenty, this ain't no highland jig We start with Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention Best friends and myself, our schooldays convention" "This is no wine and dine as Dire Straits play The "Sultans of Swing" sounds excellent any day Next we play Deep Purple, listening to Jon Lord's Hammond sounds Music is our medicine in six speaker surround" "In between sounds to the kitchen we head Tid-bits and more beers to keep our gig well fed We sample some Grunge Metal listening to Nuclear Waste But once again Classic Rocks rules, as Grunge is not our taste" "For the next couple of ours it's like The Monsters of Rock AC/DC and UFO, the Rock never stops We air guitar to "Whole Lotta Rosie" Wearing spandex boxer shorts, one of us drumming like Cozy" "We all awake in the morning, some with sore heads But it was never a night that we were ever going to dread It was a bunch of guys who met whilst at school Who released their friendly energy, like fools but really cool" "Tom, I never knew you, but I thank Catie for this Writing this poem, just fills me with bliss I know you will be busy, but if you happen to look down Give our convention a shout, join our Rock n Roll clowns" My tribute to Mr Tom Bell, so many people spoke about him. Reading what they said, I only wish I knew him.