Best Raffle Poems
They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.
When I bought the raffle ticket,
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I won that doggone turkey.
Now, the kids were all excited
When we brought the critter home.
So we placed him in the barnyard,
Where he'd have lots of room to roam.
Since the date was late October,
I'm quite sure you understand,
That to have him for Thanksgiving
Was my awe inspiring plan.
Well, the turkey was no birdbrain,
As I was very soon to find.
That bird knew what I was thinking;
Why, I declare, he read my mind.
I let the children care for him,
To my most profound regret--
He turned on his charming manner,
And, quickly, he became their pet.
But that fact did not deter me,
I told myself it didn't matter.
I was dead set and determined
To see that gobbler on a platter.
When the kids perceived my purpose,
They turned on the tears and pleas.
Then, the wife joined in their chorus,
And that brought me to my knees.
So I told my grieving family
They could dry up, and relax.
I concealed my disappointment--
Went and put away the axe.
Came the dinner of Thanksgiving,
Not a sad face could be found.
And our live Thanksgiving turkey
Was the gladdest bird around.
We gathered around the table,
And I humbly asked the blessing--
While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside,
We had hotdogs and dressing.
My abiding memory of 2015 is of events that are so sad
With my father’s death, it’s the worst year I’ve ever had
It has been the most challenging year for me
But with amazing support I remain pretty happy
I don’t want to dwell on events that have past
My memories of the year 2015 will always last
I want to leave the year on a humourous note
With a true tale of a gift that didn’t get my vote!
Mum and I went out to a local church fete
It’s very well attended and the raffle is great
We perused all the stalls and brought a few things
I got some lemon cake and some brand new earrings
The raffle stall bulged with wonderful prizes
With boxes that ranged in all shapes and sizes
One pretty white gift box really caught my eye
Four ‘Dior’ perfume miniatures for a lady to try
We brought some tickets then sat and drank tea
I said to mum, I’ve seen just the prize for me
The raffle got drawn and mum’s ticket was pulled out
I collected the prize of Dior perfume without a doubt
Mum told me I could have it as a Christmas gift
I was overjoyed and it gave my heart a huge lift
The gift box was placed under our little tree
Its pretty gold ribbon was there for all to see
I didn’t open the box on Christmas Day
Until Boxing Day the pretty box did stay
We were going out to friends later that night
I thought my new perfume would be just right
Taking the pretty white box from under the tree
I pondered which scent would be perfect for me
Upon lifting the lid of the perfume box
I returned to the school of hard knocks
To my consternation and my deep chagrin
There was a void where the perfume once had been
An empty box was my only present from my mum
My gift is that I still have mum, so my poem is done.
This is a true story - someone had put an empty box as a raffle prize!
Contest: My abiding Memory
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
9th January 2016
If
Promising
Damning
Cleansing
Demeaning
100 possibilities
Some have past
Some remain
If
Some waste away over it
Some constantly pursue it
It's just a game of chance
Life is the lottery
And if is the raffle
If you're ready to play the game
Plug in, baby, it's a wild ride
If
If only I were better
If only I had done this
If only I had done that
If only it were 10 years ago
If only it were a nice day
If only they were still alive
If, if, if, if, if
If
It has no power
Unless you give it
Think not in if
Think in what is
Think in what will be
And you will be free
If only you let go
Standing at back of cafeteria during youth basketball awards ceremony
This is my community.
"What you do may not seem important but it is very important that you
do it."
The men and women bringing the boys and girls a step to wisdom.
Win or lose, play your best and treat your opponent with respect.
Maybe the school principal can explain the ultimate mystery?
The women cannot be this chaste! The men so committed to
non-violence!
What is the board president alone in her bedroom.
Coach Strong and his blowsy frowsy wife?
They put much emotion and gratification aside to get things done. Done
for their sons and done for their daughters.
Visit the web site! Buy a raffle ticket! Belong to the loved ones!
I follow distantly. I watch warily. I have not been asked to lead or lift a
load.
Sitting in a chair in a corner of a room at the top of a house near the end
of a street on the edge of a city at the mouth of a river,
Estuary of ocean, ocean of atmosphere, pierced by a meteor bringing ore
and organisms, incinerating elements and rototilling ecosystems,
Everything changes but consciousness.
The kids of course are perfect as animals in habitats.
In light of these basketball certificates, team spirits,
Time, our moment, is indeed "the mercy of eternity."
Fundraiser
Best Christmas idea fundraiser
Send donation request letters
A festival of trees to raffle
You’ll get more then a tree of raddles
Companies open to donating
Giving them free advertising
Can even decorate their own tree
A Lego Christmas top it can be
Some trees are chains with hanging tools
John Deere knows how to dress one too
Pots and pans ideal for cooking
Hair salons make one appealing
Banks decorate with gift cards
Some are filled with die cast cars
Musical trees make a great gift
Dolls clothes and bikes are a hit
Movie galore, popcorn and more
A chainsaw makes a gift with chores
A pirates tree with chest of games
To a beach tree the whole family gains
School supplies make a festive tree
One for animals with doggy treats
Check them all out theres so much to see
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By Doris Anne Beaulieu
dad
the way you always wanted
your lucky son
to hold the raffle tickets
at the hamfests we attended
Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
I won a basket of lavender goodies on a local raffle
It bought a smile to my face
And bought back many memories
Of a lovely lady I once knew
Her husband was a retired GP
She had Parkinson’s Disease you see
She couldn’t be left on her own
He would get on the phone and I would run
She was 83 years old and as bright as a button
I would ‘granny sit’ for her to keep her from harm
Her favourite scent was lavender, and I would always hear her say
Can you get the lavender water for my hands today?
I would gently rub the water onto her gnarled hands
She would smell the sweet scent and smile
And tell me stories of her life
Of happy times and tragedy, the hours spent would fly by
I would hear the same stories time after time
Her mind would wander, but I didn’t mind
I could smile and laugh at the appropriate place
She would shed a tear and I would wipe them from her face
The tragedy in her life was her daughter Rosamund Yvonne
She was born with Down’s Syndrome – even now I can still see her smiling face
Her photo took pride of place on the grand piano
We would look at that faded picture and the old lady would smile
Her daughter passed away at five years old
But still the stories I was told every day
If I smell lavender now it brings back many a memory
Of that lovely old lady and Rosamund Yvonne
The Martin family lived in a rented house across from us,
and some of the kids were forced to sleep in a converted bus.
There were thirteen kids ‘hell raising’; every one I got to know,
but the two I hung around with were Alec and his brother Joe.
Joe was not a handsome looker but did very well at school,
he scored high marks in sums and would never play the fool.
Joe worked odd jobs around the town and was careful with his money,
but Alec who was my age - well, he was not a clever ‘bunny’.
Alec led Joe on a merry dance long before he’d turned eighteen,
and he always carried big ideas, leaving Joe to fix his dream,
then walked away to tramp the country with a swag and billy,
while Joe built a horse stud from just one stallion and a filly.
For some years Alec drifted ‘round; every day he lower sank,
while Joe had made his fortune with a million in the bank.
A call from Alec was expected but not about some outback cup.
He'd entered Joe’s stud stallion a week before he’d rang Joe up.
I was working for Joe now and heard the scream of "Bloody Alec!"
And when Joe hung up the phone he was looking pale and sick.
"I won’t send him my stallion but one you’re better ‘backin’ me’.
I'll send him that flamin’ pensioned hack bound for the knackery.”
Two days driving dusty roads, Joe’s driver pulled onto the roadside.
He went behind to check the float and found the poor old horse had died,
but being paid to do the journey, Joe’s driver kept on driving anyway,
AND he left the horse with Alec and told Joe the tale next day.
Some time went by without contact, then a surprise for Joe one day.
A cheque arrived to him from Alec with a note that had him say,
"Thank you Joe for that old horse; it surely changed my luck it did.
Even though it never got to run I still made two thousand quid.”
"Two thousand flamin’ quid!" Joe pondered - "But the bloody horse was dead!"
Joe rang Alec who declared, “It couldn’t race, so I raffled it instead.”
“What’s that you say!” Joe asked. “You raffled it! But didn’t anyone react.”
"Sure" Joe replied, "The winner did - so I gave him his dollar back.”
O pilot of my whole being! O Soul! Spirit! Atma!
O, you that leads me to the absolute Paramatma!
O, I yearn to connect with you! Communicate! Converse!
O, I long to touch you; feel you; in you to get immerse!
I'm as weak as a jellyfish; unable to hold me,
I try all the ways, to go within, like novice rishi;
I explore my self - like a saintly sage - my past, present,
I try my focal point; to this my energy I spend...!
Do I, like greedy rich, lean on my material wealth?
Or, like hypochondriac, overanxious about health?
Or, as orthodox mice, raffle-rousing, terrorizing?
Or energy wasted thinking of adversely acting?
Now, like an alchemist, I tread into my magic lands,
Like a researcher - study, synthesis, weigh wetland sands;
Like a naturist, explore beauty; ponder! Contemplate!
Like farmer, plow; manure; cultivate; irrigate; harvest!
I examine my frequent existence; stop, look, and walk!
I wait for signs from within; only inner voice I talk!
I place my hands, on my heart, and question my intentions,
I make my yatra within; walk moved by intuitions...!
02 January 2022
Chocolate candy and popcorn. Propping up my feet. Waiting for the show to come
on.
The Mr. Pibb is sitting securely on my right and ready to drink. Oh, what a treat!
My head is tilted back and relaxed, with my legs crossed. Hugh Jackman is sexier
than the models of Elle.
My imagination runs wild, picturing him dancing in the barest of essentials,
performing like the speed of a flick of a ring toss.
The screen is huge and plenty of company is here. No one's alone.
Thank god everyone was respectful enough to turn off their cell phones.
A raffle was drawn. My ticket was put in. Not too many good prizes were offered.
Glad I didn't win. The entertainment was terriffic. The event was social.
One situation was irritating when an announcement of another winner was
announced in the middle of an interesting commercial.
The popcorn was very expensive. The Mr. Pibb tasted a whole lot better than the
hot tea.
However, my candy bars were absolutely nasty. The dry scalp and hair needs a
washin.
No fleas or roaches are around. No moms are flinchin. My shoes are black and sharp,
resembling Stacy Adams.
Not Dockers. I must say that I was impressed by attending the watch party. We all
enjoyed the Oscars.
THE UGLIES
He stood slouched and dirty and hopeless
She was desperately cigaretteless
They were breedless but together
Uglified in a natural way altogether
Uglicity personified
Their mothers would be horrified
No homes, no money, just beggarhood
Together outside Mc Connel’s fast food
(They were prominent users of the toilet)
Scrounging cash for chicken nugget -
Real chicken - beaks and feet -
And stayed for the free cosy heat
Sipping my latte and nibbling a waffle
Eyeballing his coat maybe won in a raffle
They did everything together horribly
The pair were well-matched - ugly .
I watched how they lowered the tone,
Then I left in disgust - alone.
Huge raffle prize proved quite a shock
A chocolate bunny in a 2 pound block
Son nibbles its ears and then its ...elbow
Dirty minds cease - this rabbit's a doe!
5/11/19
AR 15 was found in one of the airplane's black boxes
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James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Father McMann was sweeping away
the leaves from the church house walk
When McGee strolled by, said McMann with a sigh
"McGee, I think we should talk"
He asked McGee, how in Gods name
could he get so drunk last night
So McGee gave in, confessed to his sin
and did so without a fight
"Well, you see now father, at the raffle in town
I won me a bottle of whisky
Then fell in the company of dubious blokes
although I new it quite risky"
"But you were with Mike and Pat and Shawn,
and I know that none of THEM drink"
"That's Gods own truth" moaned McGee
and that was the problem, I tink"