He deserves a plaque
He so wanted a music school
but could not prevail
He was broken
by the dark side of the hill
He was at times self deprecating
forecasting his lack of success
always putting others first
because he thought it was his duty
He wrote an epitaph to Elisa Cope
and thanked Dear Marge for first love
One thing is clear
talent isn't always rewarded
Roy Campbell 'FLOWERING RIFLE'
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Do you remember those Campbell soup ads where the children looked like
cherubs, even when their bad?
Their angelic faces slurping "mm mm good". Mom's ran off to buy some. every body should.
I just met a woman with a Campbell soup face. No matter what she says its
easier to take. Mm mm good.
Hitchhiking Angel,
twelve stringed harp,
wandering spirit
—Elk City wind
(Tucumcari New Mexico: January, 2019)
With distance in his voice,
he traveled on the wind
Guitar case for a saddle,
to ride each beckoning whim
A folk tale left untethered,
his melody to claim
Each song an affirmation
—his legend to refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
On the Rockies,
on the Kilimanjaro,
on the Himalayas,
and even on the
Everest.
Sojourn wherever
you please,
my desperation
will surely
find you.
Jane began playing table tennis in the year 2000,
And shortly after that she participated in a course,
Held at her work which started with goal-setting,
So right there she decided on the Paralympics.
The course leader opened them up and inspired,
With “If you can conceive it, you can achieve it” -
Words which changed Jane’s life, aims and efforts,
To achieving this fine goal of Paralympic success.
Jane was selected for the team ParalympicsGB,
In 2002 and won team bronze in ‘07, ’09 and ’10,
At the European Championships and the Worlds,
So in 2013 at Bayreuth Jane won the team gold.
At the Lignano Master Open held in Italy 2016,
Jane and the team finished second to win silver,
She broke her back in a car accident aged 15,
She trains in London, born on 18th August 1968.
One poignant voice the cowboy sings,
Notes mellow time as space concedes.
Grace song with poise dear maestro fling,
Lobby fond rhymes as music feeds;
Encore and more such guitar strings,
Now age has come to give you rest;
Charm ever spores the songs you sing,
Alzheimer sums a sad protest;
Muse of old times as echoes tint,
Playback video of concerts past;
Blast of sure chimes that ever mint,
Endear good show in tones that last;
Long live music as magic seeds,
Love songs scenic in hearts that feed.
Leon Enriquez
04 May 2015
Singapore
Journey you take as hero must,
One mindset starts for the true heart;
Story you make in a fine trust,
Explore bold art in fabled parts;
Prized tale and spell: follow your bliss,
Heed sacred code as hero can.
Choice helps you dwell on journey's gist,
Apply brave mode to live your plan;
Meet each stage cast that challenge way,
People you meet can bring conflict;
Best to outlast, outwit, outplay,
Enter harsh streets where fighting peaks;
Live zealous quest for laurel wreath,
Love sparks the best in monomyth.
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2015
Singapore
Ramble With Glen Campbell
Now that I have become an old-timer
What if I were to have Alzheimer
Disease and things start to forget
But still each day the sun will set.
My memory seems to come and go;
Wasn't that you who I used to know?
And if new song I recently did make,
A much longer time it now does take.
Remember on TV when I had viewed
Some singing cowboy who was tattooed
His hands flew up and down a long fret;
What the tattoo showed was a sunset.
Shiny sunset just happened to be his
Whose soul here on earth will sorely miss
He is glad we still remember his face
Even left a son behind to take his place.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
www.poetrysoup.com
Please forward this to the Today Show for me.
Thanks
my rhine stone cowboy
i have known you for so long
so many records and so many songs
we have aged haven't we
and words just seem to fade nowa days
but i remember when we were in our prime
a country music star you were in my time
nothing less than all the rest
you came out with songs that were the best
and now that grey has taken away
we look at you and honor this day
the best country singer that came our way
i'll never forget you and our day
you were my generation
and you played it well
God had blessed you with a wonderful spell
and if it were i that had to tell
Glenn Campbelle was the best i'd yell
Our province's premier resigned yesterday
After his liberal government had their way.
Making deals with Ottawa behind our backs
Then wondering why his integrity we attack.
When asked why he's stepping down after nine years
No honest answer came , just vagueness appears.
Not because trust from the masses and his own party he lacks,
He's just run out of ways to stab us in the back.
Now he'll take the hefty pension allotted to him
After making sure the rest of our wallets remain slim.
Goodbye Mr. Campbell, you won't be missed,
Can you see the finger sticking up from this fist.
for Carolyn's "Election Humor Contest"
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