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Some call him lazy and his wife calls him a jerk.
His wife is very angry because he will not work.
He won't get a job even though he's an able-bodied man.
Her husband refuses to get a job even though he can.
His wife is getting sick and tired of having to support him and their four kids.
She'd like to auction him off on ebay and she doesn't care how low people would bid.
He says that he can't work even though he has no disability.
His wife would get a divorce but she'd have to pay alimony.
She struggles to support her family and doesn't know where to turn.
An extra paycheck would come in handy but the bum will never learn.
He likes to sit on his ass and watch TV all day long while drinking his beer.
If the slob could be paid for that, he would earn a million bucks every year.
When everything is said and done,
His wife is looking to buy a shotgun.
When he continues to refuse to get a job, his wife does not know what to do.
If you're a woman who will take him off her hands, she will be indebted to you.
Sarah Storey was the first disabled athlete,
In the Commonwealth Games to compete,
As an English competitor, and she’s thrice,
Able-bodied national track champion of ice.
She was born without a left hand, entangled,
But she was firstly a swimmer, she jangled,
Then she became a cyclist on road and track,
And is still pedalling strong, not to look back.
She swam in Barcelona in 1992 and won,
Two golds, three silvers and a bronzed one,
Then in 2008, again at the Paras her fifth,
She won the individual pursuit with much pith.
Sarah Storey won Britain’s first gold in the C5,
In the women’s individual pursuit she’d thrive,
And in the C4-5 5000m, C4-5, and on road,
She won each one with a gold that was owed.
In 2014 she founded a sports cycling team,
Which supports a breast cancer charity keen,
And she became a MBE in 1998, OBE in 2009,
Then she was made a dame in 2013, long line.
She married Barney her coach and duel pilot,
For the tandem duel ride, which could be a riot,
And was on the 2012 Celebrity Mastermind IQ,
With Sex & The City, and also has a girl to coo.
Derived simple comfort, throughout childhood, even now,
From the one syllable sound, called out by my mother.
Cynebeald in the most formal tongue of old. A lifetime of
Meaning, paved as my feet undulate toward the unknown.
Kin, I surely hold, so close and dear – an abundance of God’s blessing.
Bold vitality ensures I walk in symphonic shoes, embracing
Brave attitudes, whether or not I become an able-bodied leader.
King of my adventure, Queen in my sphere of influence, thus named.
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
3rd Place
Multiple Placements
What's In A Name contest
Sponsor: Silent One
1/17/2017
To win struggle in the face of peace
Is to the bow of poignant silence amidst emergency
Pledge for warm glowing reviewing tease
In darken pulse to ripple effective insurgency
Teach my lineaments to lament not
Either in cool cruelty or noisy discernment
Teach, oh teach me to be prudent and no hot
Either in comfort zone or in heart's troubled interment
Let the atmosphere whispers of her sigh
Whenever moon is late to appear up high
Let the men play with your hair and makeup
Whenever the phone isn't of any tracking blowup
Teach my lineaments be able bodied
As the night checks morning
so candied
A Soapbox Opinion
By Tom Wright
10-15-2019
America has lost,
its moral compass.
Hardly a day passes,
without some sort of rumpus.
Like some third world countries,
we’re fast becoming.
Many give no thought,
to Christ’s second coming.
Some able bodied won’t work,
always seeking a handout.
While millennials run up debt,
expecting a tax payer bailout.
Socialist’s have made,
“tax the rich” their battle cry.
But all of their promises,
are just pie in the sky.
In our lives, the government,
makes too many interventions.
The road to perdition,
is paved with good intentions.
Number forty six - White House occupant re:
guarding President elect Joe Biden
Within mein hermitage
now dwells one euphoric troglodyte who wept
upon hearing unbelievable news,
(albeit at snail's pace schlepped
finally proclamation emancipation
gave reasonable rhyme yours truly to ejaculate
(not prematurely), subsequently I leapt
into the air, and kept
myself aloft completing
one after another sumersault and except
for minor nuisance of gravity
nevertheless landed feet first and crept
back into mine mancave adept
to survive alone in the wilderness.
Seventy four million popular votes
tallied across country,
gives ample reason to grind hips and bump,
(cuz the most votes
cast for any presidential candidate in history),
which Republican contender finally plopped
hook line and anchored
courtesy Taj Mahal replica sinker
into dustbin of history
good riddance electorate voted out
loutish oaf, which voters chose to dump
best mandated to cavort with zoot suited frump
on any given Wednesday available to hump
rotund barenaked lady merging
into humongous protoplasmic lump.
Caught red handed concerning
more'n where's the beef
stole 2016 election
under nose of Hillary Clinton
abused role, when tasked
as commander in chief
good ole Charlie Brown nemesis
caused nothing but grief,
hence yours truly quite elated
upon occasion when figurative new leaf
turned over and booted out
as more onerous than Baghdad thief.
Hit the ground running
with nary a second to waste
Joe Biden, Kamala Harris and company
proving their steely eyed mettle
after victory lap Democrats did taste
usher in COVID-19 game plan
bolstering pandemic defences
where prior administration sorely misplaced
priorities United States Lady Liberty
wantonly, undeservedly, subsequently
her reputation disgraced.
Hope springs eternal - ah tis amazing grace
yours truly suddenly brimming with optimism
able bodied diverse cabinet to erase
formerly inept sycophants with intentions base
running amok within White House
at long last competent candidate won the race
adieu Donald Trump, who
did disappearing act at Mar-A-Lago without a trace
sore loser teed off absent American
delivering his humiliating defeat coup de grâce.
Sam made it into Rugby School from Bishop Wulstan,
To study A-Level English, History and Economics, days,
For entry into Loughborough University, a sportsman,
Where he took International Relations about our ways.
There he played American football amongst able-bodied,
And was spotted by British Athletics for the Paralympics,
So he competed in the 2012s in the T35 100m embodied,
But missed out on the final by only a few split seconds, 0.6.
Then in the 200 metres in 3 days he ran a PB of 28.75,
But he changed track to become a shot putter on field,
In the 2014 IPC European Championships he did strive,
Such that he’s in the Rio team and backs the CP wield.
Peeking in the door at me at a quarter to three
What to my amazed wandering eyes could it be?
A goblin or a ghost or a tiny warlock banshee?
Peeking in the door at me at a quarter to three…
I ran to the door and I looked out with all my able-bodied might.
And I flipped on my notoriously not-very-good porch light.
But what was I able to see at this time of night?
Just a flickering bulb that was not very helpful or bright.
I began to search for a flashlight when I heard a tee-hee.
Something invisible, which was giggling, was following me!
My blood ran cold and I asked it to please leave me alone.
Then I and she came over here to write this little poem.
It could be a gargoyle, a phantom vampire or a witch.
Whatever it is, it makes the floaters in my eye fairly twitch.
It’s Hallows Eve and the night is as black as pitch.
Whoever it is, it has a laugh that scares me and Uncle Mitch.
In dribs and drabs, in fits and starts,
the elders slowly congregate;
in the common room of the seniors' home,
they patiently sit and wait.
Some are wheeled in, some simply shuffle
in orderly fashion, without kerfuffle.
They've all been told
there's "gonna be a show"
put off by some "young people"
who (chances are) they don't know.
Many are quite alert and very aware
delighted to be together
and to have an experience to share.
Others come in a different mental state,
in their own little worlds,
seemingly uncerebral
yet dignified, quiet, sedate.
The entertainers have already arrived, in fact,
and as soon as the seniors come in
they start to interact,
exchanging pleasantries with hellos,
how-do-you-dos and "what're-ya-ats!";
smiles and handshakes easily given
with banter and casual chit-chat.
The nurses and attendants smile,
noting the connectivity,
and across the room faces brighten
at the growing sense of fun and festivity.
A happy mood pervades the place
as the singers smile and sing;
their voices effortlessly fill the air,
easy, relaxed, warm, soothing.
Lots of "old" songs are played and sung:
"Country Roads", "Danny Boy",
"Kiss an Angel Good Morning".
"If you know the words, please sing along!"
and so many of them do, with voices soft or strong.
But what sets this show apart
is the interaction
between singers and seniors;
their reaction and sense of satisfaction
of a diversion from the mundane,
a vivid and vibrant distraction.
And those with minds in altered states
are aroused from their lethargy,
hearing the music and sensing joy,
perhaps remembering when they felt such ecstasy.
Often, the singers will reach out to touch and hold a hand.
Elderly eyes light up and smiles show they understand.
A few of the more able-bodied are invited to dance,
a reminder of the long-ago days of youth and romance.
After an hour or so, the concert reaches its conclusion
with applause and cheers, compliments said in profusion.
The Sunshine Singers are pleased with a job well done.
The seniors and staff feel delight and satisfaction;
and everyone is enveloped in a warm glow:
the simple joy that comes from human connection.
Next time you go out in the pouring rain
Be grateful that you can see its beauty
It's selfish of you to ever complain
The blind will never see what you can see.
When you hear thunder that roars in the sky
There are some that will never hear its sound
They will never hear their baby's first cry
Or sounds of nature that are all around.
A walk in the woods or along a beach
Enjoyable things that we all can do
For many these things are out of their reach
They cannot walk or move like me and you.
They get on with life and never complain
Tell me how we can ever gripe again ?.
Written on 1st October 2018.
( I applaud people with disabilities who make the best of what they have.
But I have no time for the ungrateful able bodied who like to moan about the slightest thing, they don't know how lucky they are.)