He's a' working on the railroad
Jon drives a train
On the Burlington Northern
Santa Fe
'Cross the wide Missouri
'Cross the Kansas plains
Through a humbling rain
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
Got a hand on the throttle
Eyes on the rail
Off to find America
Off to find himself
The landscape's everchanging
And things don't seem the same
Still the past remains
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
Jon once had a life
Had a family
But this train's a cruel mistress
She took everything
All the tea in China
All the California gold
Can't buy back what she stole
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
Jon met a girl online
Lives in Brazil
He says he's gonna go and see her
And I believe he will
And Jon, he loves his mama
With thirty cats down in Alabam'
He sends her money when he can
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
He's a' working on the railroad
Jon drives a train
On the Burlington Northern
Santa Fe
Some say he found Jesus
'Cross the Kansas plains
Through a humbling rain
Jon drives a train
Jon drives a train
Brave indeed..I've thought to long on what
To write.? She stands with Jon Wedger; both fighters for childrens rights.. i ment this is a tribute.' Yet maybe its also a rallying cry.? My prayers are for her safety
I beleive her contribution to humanity
( should be written on UK skies) why not
Great mention of her in media? Or of Jon?
Or the countless more.' Who strive to bring the light of truth.' With actions with
Hope that makes me dare.' To think some
Will be lifted.' When they realise there lives
Those who will stand, though gagged and banned with worthy hands, that an encouragemant shall ever live.'
Garfield was with Jon,
sitting on the lawn.
Waiting for pizza to arrive,
sitting under a beehive.
Garfield and Jon,
took the pizza and were gone.
They left smoke in their wake,
dinner was pizza not steak.
On the Garden State Parkway
In New Jersey state,
There are places to stop
To put food on your plate
Or put gas in your tank
Or prevent further grief
With a stop to the restrooms
To get some relief.
Certain rest stops are named
After locals of fame,
Since their monikers give them
A touch of acclaim.
One such area called
“Jon Bon Jovi” salutes
The adored well-known singer
With New Jersey roots.
I’m not sure if Bon Jovi’s
Possessed of a clue
That his namesake’s the place
People pee or they poo.
He would find he cutest photo of cats dressed as Napoleon or Cher
Throwing them into contests that were always judged so fair.
I laughed aloud when I saw Queen Sheba or Astronaut Glenn.
Jon always found the cutest cats, many of them not a sliver thin.
We entered each other’s contests, and took prizes off each other.
Jon was a confidant, a friend, more affectionate than a brother.
His poems often rose to the place of gold, and I would give it a star.
Not knowing until the end that it was from Jon’s sweet poetic guitar.
Jon and I both had an appreciation for humor, and we liked cats a lot.
We put in HMs often, and my poems often slid into a winning spot.
Comments would get crazy as back and forth we would often go.
I really miss this poetic master, this contest holder, my friend Jon Coe.
He is in heaven now, surrounded by his cat, Zeus, the big meow.
He stopped to get him on the rainbow bridge's joyful brow.
He is probably reading these poems and loving them.
This poem is to say thank you Jon, now rest. Amen.
Dedicated to Jon Meacham and History
History has made things perfectly clear;
Which we read about and want to hear;
With delight will read with great pride;
Create and cause warm feeling inside.
History went from President to President;
Always seeking God and His consent;
Against an enemy we fought and fought;
Often being so sad as well as distraught.
They fought so that freedom could exist;
Had selected a service and into enlist;
After weary war was over and done;
Won and thanked God our Holy One.
Have heard havoc raise its ugly head;
Many survived while others were dead;
History we found again in the making;
To read about our time we were taking.
Dedicated to Jon Meacham and History
Garfield and Jon, were sitting on the lawn. Waiting for their pizza to arrive, the delivery guy said you are sitting under a beehive.
Garfield and Jon, took the pizza and were gone. They left smoke in their wake, dinner was pizza and steak.
Date Written: 8/29/2021
He was a British actor who died on the 20th of May.
He died in 1996, he died twenty-five years ago today.
He was an extremely talented actor and his name was Jon Pertwee.
It's hard to believe that he has been dead for a quarter of a century.
He starred as the third incarnation of the Doctor in "Doctor Who" half a century ago.
About one decade later, Pertwee starred in "Worzel Gummidge" as a dumb scarecrow.
A teacher told Jon that he'd never amount to anything as an actor but he was full of crap.
That teacher was so wrong and Pertwee should've given him a slap.
Pertwee died of a heart attack in his sleep while he was visiting the United States.
When people learned about his death, it was something that millions would hate.
Pertwee said that Worzel Gummidge was his favorite of the characters who he portrayed.
It's very sad to know that this brilliant actor has been deceased for two and a half decades.
He was in Connecticut when he passed away and his body was cremated.
When he left this earth in 1996, his friends, family and fans were devastated.
[Dedicated to Jon Pertwee (1919-1996) who died twenty-five years ago today on May 20, 1996]
The chittering birds draw his attention.
He sits at the doorway watching them eat
The only thing separating them is a screen
or I am sure those birds would be dead at his feet.
He watches the sky, he watches the food dish,
He's fascinated by all that he sees
and those chittering birds, they have no fear.
They come and they go, just as they please.
He likes the fresh air, he likes the breeze
but mostly he just enjoys the view,
Hummingbirds, juncos, sometimes dragonflies,
every few minutes he spies something new.
He imagines himself to be a great hunter
but of course he isn't , he's just a housecat.
So he's an observer and the birds are all safe
and there's really nothing at all wrong with that.
28/07/2020
*Based on True Events
he chose to be under the moon
where the sunlight couldn’t convince him
that the quiet pounding in his chest
was once hers. His pain outweighs
his fear and he gently nudges the chair
under him. his desolate heart breaks one last time.
his body sways the winter’s night
Whilst Jon-Allan was out Iraq to warfare ban,
In 2007 he sustained an injury, rocket attack,
So that doctors had to amputate his left arm,
But after rehab he continued the sport’s crack.
He’d been a weapons technician in the RAF,
At Basra airbase, and before that Afghanistan,
But he was now on a programme so to quaff,
Any idea that he wasn’t good at cycling’s pun.
He took the limelight at the London games,
When he won three silvers for para-cycling:
One for the C5 Individual Pursuit, sole aims,
One for the mixed team sprint very cunning,
And another silver for the C4-5 1km Time Trial!
Then 2016, and he won gold for the mixed team,
And also a silver medal for the C5 kilo Time Trial
In Montichiari, and so made the Rio GB Team.
You were an awesome actor but I regret to say that you died twenty years ago.
First, you were Doctor Who and later you were Worzel Gummidge the Scarecrow.
You died of a heart attack in your sleep.
When people found out, they began to weep.
You died two decades ago on this very day.
You were British but you died in the USA.
Your contribution made quite an impact.
Many people loved you and that is a fact.
When you died in 1996, you were cremated.
Because of your death, millions were devastated.
I watched every episode of Worzel Gummidge even though it was a children's show.
You brought magic to every role you played, especially as The Doctor and that loveable Scarecrow.
(Dedicated to Jon Pertwee who died the age of 76 on May 20, 1996.)
TV Land won’t be the same
Without Jon Stewart’s face,
For he’s the one man on the air
That no one can replace.
With other newsmen slinking off
Because they’ve lost our trust,
“The Daily Show’s” lead anchor
Leaves all others in the dust.
When even those who’ve winced at jokes
He’s made at their expense
Express remorse at his departure,
Sadness must commence.
They’ll fill his seat and surely
He’ll do something else real soon,
But his announcement stuck a pin
In everyone’s balloon.
RARELY
I WRITE MY NAME IN FULL
IT WOULD APPEAR
OF ME
TO BE
POMPOUS AND PRETENTIOUS
TO DO SO
FOR THEN WHEN YOUNG
I SAW
MY NAME IN PRINT
RUDOLPH JON RINALDI
HAD THE SYMMETRY AND POWER
Of A NEW SHINNY AIRPLANE PROPELLER PROP
BUT THAT WAS THEN
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
AND NOW IN AGE
IT SEEMS
TO BE
OF ME
TO HAVE
THE BEAUTY AND SOLIDITY
OF AN OLD ASS
Found a new friend, his name is Jon
Asked him, 'where the heck is your H?'
He tried to recall and seemed to remember
There was a shortage in 1938
Parents failed to put their order in on time
So Jon was basically out of luck
His H has been missing ever since then
Poor guy it really must suck
Imagine all the times people have asked him
Likely driving him out of his beano
Certainly can't be blamed for a tirade or two
Heard he's heavily into the vino
Strange how a small thing like a missing H
Can affect one's psyche to the core
If you happen to have an extra H lying around
He'll pay a big bunch of moolah I'm sure
Found a new friend, his name is Jon...
© Jack Ellison 2012
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