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I gave my son a wagon
and boy he had such fun
I don’t know why I’m bragging,
I do not have son
I asked about his mother,
he said they called her Stan
Named after her brother,
and second Cousin Jan
And then he said, hey mister,
with comets in your hair
Do you have a sister,
and could her name be Claire?
I said, I don’t remember,
what difference does it make?
Ask me in December,
that I just can't fake
I think she married Lenny,
the guy with crooked teeth
He liked to call her Jenny,
it gave him some relief
But she was not related,
we found her at the door
We stood there and debated,
then asked her in for more
He looked up at me funny,
a squint had found his eyes
Today was very sunny,
behind the clouded skies
His jeans were kind of tattered
and sneakers sat untied
Not that that really mattered
and then his voice replied
Well now I must be going,
although I’d like to stay
I hear the rooster crowing,
the time has come to play
He thanked me for the wagon
and rolled off down the lane
I think to fight a dragon
I just can not explain
When then I heard him sighing
while tiny wheels did squeak
He shouted, no denying
“Hey mister, you’re a freak”
"Is there anyone for stuffing?
Well done George, send us down your plate,
Auntie, if you've finished with the cranberry sauce
Could you please pass it across to Kate?"
"Brian can I interest you in my brussels?
There's nothing quite like a good sprout,
If anyone wants anything passed,
Don’t wait to be asked, just shout."
"Richard, will you please sit and eat,
And just stop irritating Claire,
No, you better wash your hands first,
You're getting gravy in her hair."
"Ted, you wanted more potatoes,
What, you only want one or two?
But the ones left really aren’t that big,
I'd better pile on a few."
"Sarah, you're not looking after your young man,
The poor boy's been left to starve,
Go and get him some more turkey dear,
Your father will help you to carve."
“Malcolm, not too much in Grandma’s glass,
You know what she gets like,
Open another red for Father,
I’ll stick to the bubbly-white.”
"Well if everybody's had enough,
I think I'd better finish the peas,
Richard, don't cough over the table,
Remember your manners, please."
"Ah, make way for Father and the Christmas pud,
I hope he hasn't overdone the brandy,
Saints preserve us ... Father’s on fire ..!!
Oh, well smothered dear, three cheers for Mandy,
Hip, hip, hooray,
Hip, hip, hooray,
Hip, hip, hooray."
"No, Louise, you can't pull the crackers yet,
We're saving those for tea,
Richard, take that stupid tinsel off your head,
And put it back on the tree.”
“Everyone go in the other room and play games,
Just leave all the dishes to me,
I’ll do the washing and drying up,
While I’m sorting out something for tea.”
“Richard please don’t tease the dog,
Claire don’t pin that tail on the cats,
Lloyd, play nicely, stop fighting with Louise,
You’re ruckling up all of the mats.”
“Hmmmnn … not quite enough sherry in this trifle,
Hick … I think there’s probably more in me,
I’m sure I’ve been working far too hard,
Hick … I’m feeling quite dizzy.”
“They say that Christmas comes but once a year
And aren’t I just glad that’s so,
It’s nice to see all of them for a while,
But it’s even better to see them go …”
Noah tried to warn the masses of what was yet to come.
They laughed at him, and in their pride, they couldn't see.
It took a while for what God had said, and then it had begun.
The prideful people didn't listen, and died in disbelief.
Can History repeat itself, will have to wait and see?
The warnings have been sent out, so listen to me please.
A year of death, Chaos and lies, it's real not make believe!
My friends, open your eyes, and please don't be deceived.
Wishing everyone Gods love and protection for the New Year.
Sometimes I can relate to How Noah felt when he tried to reach
the people that he cared about, because something epic was to happen.
My friends I Implore you to listen to Claire Edwards, United Nations
editor. This information is everything almost exactly as I have
warned you of. It is the most important information thus far. Google
the link, below before they take it down and censor and please tell
others and tell them to tell others.
God bless you all.
https://youtu.be/0fbrtCzxvTs
Claire was born disabled, no left forearm,
And at school hid it well under her jumpers,
But swimming let her accept, love her body,
Such that today she’s a swimming medalist.
Born in Redditch in Worcestershire county,
Which is in the north-east of fine England,
On the 21st day of May’s month in 1988,
From Leeds she has a linguistics degree.
Her biggest medal haul was London 2012
Where she won two very beauteous silvers,
One for the 100 metres breaststroke SB8,
And one for the medley. And a bronze free.
In the Athens Paralympics she won bronzes,
One for the 100m S9 back, one for the medley,
And in Beijing she took home another bronze,
For the breaststroke this time, the 100 metres.
In 2016 at the Euros in Portugal she won gold,
For the 4x100m medley relay, also two bronzes,
One for the 100m butterfly, another for breast,
Which took her to Rio 100m breaststroke silver.
A Cat Sat on a Chair
Two chairs, a pair
A pair of chairs were there
By the stair
Two green chairs by the stair
Green wrought iron chairs, a pair
Very common, not rare
By the stair
Who’s chair’s, the pair?
A cat sat on one chair
A cat with long dark hair
On the chair
Another cat sat there
On the other chair by the stair
Two cats, very rare
On two chairs
A pair of cats, very rare
By the stair.
One cat left its chair,
Gone where?
Over there, with Claire.
One cat on one chair,
By the stair.
Barry Stebbings
01/25/2020
Like rain drops but not ??
06/08/2023
A collaborative poem by:
°Chelsea Marie StufLeben
& my 9 year old daughter,
• Claire Christine Maki
•A dark stormy day,
With the city at Bay.
°Way off in the distance,
was a luminant ray.
•While the city was dark,
the people would say
•It was not a good day,
for the clouds to be grey.
°Why oh why,
won't the clouds go away?
°•Will we ever see Sun,
or its bright gleeful day?
•Oh look! Said a man,
On the streets of his town.
•°As he saw the clouds fade,
And the sun was now found.
°But even more brilliant,
The raindrops now glistened.
°•They'd turned to sundrops,
the town pridefully listened.
•To the birds as they chirped,
Far off in the distance.
•°They soaked in the sun,
In it's vitalized essence.
•So now that they bathed,
In the light of the Sun.
•their hearts were all full,
Joy had filled everyone.
As the priest walked by she headed for the door
Or at least she would try as the people began to pour
Slowed to a tip toed pace she began looking around
And it was by God's Grace in what she had now found
For just off to her right among a crowd so tame
A tree came into sight with each decoration a name
There was Sarah and Joe, Paulina, Thomas and Claire
So many names among the glow she decided to pick a pair
She took the Sarah and Joe as Paulina, Thomas and Claire went too
Speak of love as a show well these people knew what to do
For as she looked back the cool breeze whipping through the door
Names that were once packed well she could see no more
It filled her heart to see so much love being shown
For that is also how it used to be before she had grown
Their pain and sadness she felt as she held back the tears
As all that bitterness began to melt from all those tough lean years
In giving she received what no one else could give
So long being deceived she finally started to live
For it is in helping others that a great gift was returned
As we are all sisters and brothers such a lesson to be learned
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Seriously, when I looked around, the verbs
sound ... slightly, different. Then arise a clause
thought ... scarcely, distinct. Until a noun disturbs
rounds ... barely, noting. Conversed in pronouns, was
abound ... in other words ... adjectives ... adverbs,
school's out, she leaves a book and parts. Wave to pause
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then open--it's signed, "Thanks for the Spelling path,
Miss. June, your "C" student Claire" --strange, best in Math.
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Moonlight Sonata
A mockingbird sings his nocturne,
Silhouetted against a sky of velvet blue,
Welcoming on the garden path
The Lady Claire de Lune
Slipping from behind tall cypress trees,
Her creamy arms draped in shimmering shadows,
Stretching slowly across the garden
To gently bathe the trumpet vines, announcing her return,
In a gleaming signature of glowing white
While moonlights drip from feathery birch leaves
Falling into ivory puddles
Of clearest light,
Splashing across the darkened lawn,
Then sit atop the ivy, tiptoeing up the fence -
Eyes filled with reveries of shooting stars
And other summer skies,
When Midnight enters this quiet refuge,
Returning from the daylight
Dressed in veils of silver blue,
To wait upon this iridescent lady fair,
Who lightly steps across sweet jasmine
Dozing in the flowerbeds,
Walking slowly in silent solitude together
Across the velvet sky -
To wax and wane as lovers living in a serenade
While polar stars spin and sway
To the rhythm of their evensong
Till Midnight and the Lady slip away
Before the world opens drowsy eyes
To catch them in the garden
On another summer night.
Alan Allston ate an addictive piece of cake.
Bertie bounced his bouncy ball by the bus stop but his brother caught the bouncy ball before the bus came.
Claire, Clara, Chloe and co built a sculpture of Charlie out of snow.
David danced with Dani in a dance club in Derby.
Eliza's enormous elephant squirted water at an eagle.
Frances frantically searched, quite flushed, for Freddie's friendly frog.
General enquiries? Go Google it!
Henry hated hula hoops and Hungry Hippos.
Ingenious Ignatius invented an intelligence of sorts.
Jackie's Jaguar Jasper liked jumping giant fences.
Kind King Knowles knows what's best for his kingdom.
Larry limped lightly after he had a nasty fall.
Mary played Moana in a school production.
Nobody notices November's rain, not since winter has arrived again.
Oops! Oh no! It's happened all over again!
Pedro, Perdy and Poots played bagpipes in the middle of Boots!
Quality Street for quiet times.
Rita raised an eyebrow when she got the rhyme wrong!
Some slimy slugs saw Sid Sidewinder slithering slowly singing silly songs.
To tell you the truth, Tea's just right for me.
The unhappy unicorn kept dry under her umbrella.
Vera the violet vulture was very hungry.
The winds were whistling a wintry tune.
Xena played her xylophone while Xander was having his x-ray.
Yesterday's Yellow is today's Gold.
Zoe's zebra stared at her as she zealously expressed her views on Zoom.