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You Never Know What You’ll See on Elm Street
Take my hand – follow the plan,
Let’s go for a walk down wide Spruce Street;
Friends to play with and neighbors to greet
But now that we see all that we can
Let’s turn the corner and go to Elm Street.
Questions run all over your face
Where is Elm Street – a magical place?
A kingdom where marvelous wonders live -
Where fairytales dance and marvels sing?
I can only say: “You never know what you’ll see on Elm Street.
Your eyes now look like giant white saucers,
Glowing and shining in the moonlight darkness,
Not a word, not a bird’s song, breaks through the sunlight
Look very carefully so you won’t miss the delights…
Our hearts beat loudly with wild anticipation
Every hair on our heads stands up in great animation
Peek round the corner! Open your eyes! Tiptoe lightly!
Don’t disturb the surprise.
What’s that on the corner – I can’t believe my eyes -
One of Santa’s eight reindeer all decked out in lights;
What is he doing here at the end of July?
Do we see snowflakes in the summer sky?
There in the sidewalk - a long jagged crack!
Where will it lead us – how will we get back?
Look – red ripe tomato plants grow up through the sidewalk
All we can do is wonder and gawk.
Who is that calling us – how do they know our names?
We’ve never set foot here - we’re not even famous;
Our friend Mrs. Smith from the village bookstore
With snickerdoodles and lemonade at her front door.
There on the parking strip flags of red, white and blue.
Fifty bright stars flutter on a field of dark hue.
How did they get here from Main Street in July?
Did they walk, skip or run just for our eyes –
Sit here on the curbside – rest from your quest
What’s coming next – only a guess -
Way down the street more adventures beckon
Pause just awhile – wait just a second.
Now a scary fierce giant stomps high in the sky -
A high flying ogre – dark as the night;
Only a cloud ship gliding on frisky breezes -
Heave a great sigh the giant can’t reach us.
At the end of the street we’ve finally come.
Turning back now -look at all of the fun.
The reindeer, tomatoes, flags, clouds and the cookies
All wave good-bye and with wide-eyes you ask looking
“When can we come back to Elm Street?”
A walk down Elm Street with G-Man and AJ
July - 2008
Teachers and Faculty care less and less about students every year
If u aren't the favorite don't expect caring
Ur parents have to bring cookies to the bake sale
Teachers have our children's life in their hands
Take some responsibility
One on one communication goes a long way
Drop knowledge whenever u can
Whether it be elementary, Watson
Or High School High and u don't Lovitz
As Teachers pass kids in hallways and treat them like people u pass on the sidewalk
Unless they r causing trouble
Then they get attention
Positive reinforcement, don't u know!?
Pay them no mind if they r quiet and have a 2.8 GPA or higher
The only time the schools contact parents is if something is wrong
Or if the child met their criteria for acknoledgement
Teaching children used to be a calling
Now it is just a job
Just a young persons misguided career path
Being forced to say what they want to be when they grow up
Our youth has potential if we pay attention
Dropout rates and political red tape
Underpaid teacher and staff
State Lottery does not do what our government said it would do
Lower case because it is not important
State Lottery is supposedly there to help our schools and fix our roads
Yet to see that actually help either situation in Michigan
Other states may be different
In some states a school is a business, Owned by a corporation
Turning a profit
Is being a Teacher actually a Customer Service job?
Small Towns get overlooked as our Youth passes through the interent router
Spoken word is too much effort
A teacher's eyes glued to a screen
Right along with the child they r supposed to be teaching
Children cannot speak for themselves
Parents have the responsibility to be their voice
The voice of the voiceless
Politicians and public relations speak of "we"
There is no "I" in "Team"
Teaching our youth to not be selfish and to share
But if they r only thinking of others who is left to think about them
The coach's team has a winning season
2 kids sit on the bench the whole season
No hopes of actually playing
The "team" wins the Championship
Wearing the same shirt doesn't make u a "team"
When asked why the kids didn't play all season
School said the coach's job was based on wins
If the kids wanted to have more game time, they should be better at the game
Actual Events leading to this piece of literature
Save our Youth
O Turkey My Turkey are you about done?
You’ve been in the oven since way before dawn
The people; so excited are waiting and waiting
For every bit of deliciousness that we are plating
Mash potatoes, gravy, cranberry, yams,
Green beans, Mac and cheese, and so much more
All waiting for you and stuffing to come thru the door
O Turkey My Turkey all tender and brown
You are finally ready; for us to gobble down
All of your goodness is gone with such flair
Nothing left but a carcass and so much despair
O Turkey My Turkey what have you done?
We’re almost asleep and the days barely gone
Unable to relish the desserts of today
All because we had heaps of tryptophan this very day
Alas, we shall doze and soon we shall savor
Yummy pies, cookies and cakes with all sorts of flavor
O Turkey My Turkey, you have been so dear
But I’ll fall for another same time next year.
11/7/2014
It’s again that time of year
To celebrate Christ’s birth and fill yourself with cheer
Enjoy the cold and all the snow
Kiss loved ones under the mistletoe
Let’s make this year one to remember
Rejoice on the twenty fifth of December
Hang stockings above the fire place
Drink eggnog to put a smile on your face
Sing carols out loud by candle light
Read poems to family like T’was the Night
Wrap presents and put them under the tree
T’is the season to be jolly
Give your candy canes a lick
Put out milk and cookies as you wait for St. Nick
What should you buy them it’s a tough decision
Bask in your favorite holiday tradition
Send your cards and make your calls
Feel the spirit as you deck your halls
Dream of a White Christmas as you look out your window
It won’t be the same without your favorite movie or show
Remember its better to give and watch someone else’s thrill
And toward your fellow man reach out with goodwill
Give your heart as a gift and never doubt
That this is what this season is all about
Tuesday was the day that Saturn came crashing down out of the sky.
She fell with a plunk, many people thought they were going to die.
She got smaller and smaller, until she fell with a tiny little plink.
Saturn fell in my grandmother’s dark room, into her photogenic sink.
We grandkids asked Grams, should we share Saturn's plight?
Gram yelled. This is a dark room. Do not turn on that light!
Saturn spoke to us, using extraterrestrial telepathy.
She ate short bread cookies, and some of Grandma’s dandelion tea.
We kids do not keep secrets, so I guess you know bye and bye.
FBI came and began searching for Saturn. Grams said it was a lie.
Now two FBI agents are locked in basement – Pete and Old McSly.
Because Grams said if Mr. Lee turned on the light, he was gonna die.
They've been working on this for years
Inside the government
To try a replace the brain of man
With that of a purple eggplant
This idea to me sounds genius
If you know what it is that I mean
People round here might start making sense
Pass the veggies if you please
They called all the top notched scientists
And vegetarians throughout the land
To see what would be the best variety
In this eggplant transplant experiment
They settled on the aubergine
Great Brittan's joy and pride
When it comes to the perfect eggplant
Those Limey's will not be denied
They were afraid if they went to the private sector
That person would surely be missed
So they grabbed someone unsuspecting
Inside of the government
They told the low level employee
A bit of truth mixed with a little white lie
They needed him for his vast understanding and knowledge
Plus they'd be serving cookies on the side
They added a little something to the cookie dough
That knocked the governmental genius to his knees
Plopped him down on the gurney
...Let the experiment proceed if you please
They cracked his skull wide open
Where upon they couldn't believe their eyes
Right there inside of his cranium
Already an eggplant did reside
Returning home, you walk inside,
Awaken the olfactory.
There, resting on the countertop
Are cookies baked for all to see.
Your mind leaps to the obvious:
The signs all tell a story clear.
No baker did assemble these;
‘Twas happenstance that put them here.
Although no other evidence
Is satisfying in the whole,
The flour spilled from the canister;
An earthquake dumped it in the bowl.
Although we were at first confused,
We understand the eggs as well:
They teleported from the fridge,
Just yolks and whites, without the shell.
The gravitation of the moon
Combined with a solar eclipse
May have opened up a bag,
Contributed the chocolate chips.
An aftershock of magnitude
Somewhere between a five and six
Quite possibly could agitate,
Produce a firm dough from the mix.
The fluctuations in the lines
Of magnetism from the poles
Could open up the oven doors
And set the proper heat controls.
Although this last may seem a stretch,
Our statistician ascertained
A bird could grab some dough like eggs,
Drop on the pans, and then again.
The only step that would be left:
A thunderstorm with static spark
To heat those cookies up just right,
Awaiting your return at dark.
I know the chance of this is small,
But we’ll not dwell, no, mum’s the word.
What other option is there now?
This talk of bakers is absurd…
Off to grandmother’s cottage we go,
past snow covered pines all in a row,
to a cozy home with old fashion charm,
standing beside it the red painted barn.
Inside a crackling fire- nothing to compare.
mesmerizing flames flicker in the air,
each tiny flicker casting a hypnotic spell
up the chimney the smoke bid’s its farewell.
Scented smells drifting about the house,
grandma wearing her colorful blouse,
grandpa asleep in his comfy old chair,
in a plaid wool shirt and a head with no hair.
Outside freshly fallen snow- a winter wonderland,
joyous young children with mitten on hands
playing with vigor in the freshly fallen snow
their rosy red cheeks fully aglow.
Along the snow covered street
people wearing a smile -to greet
sleigh bells are jingling
and people are singing.
smell of chestnuts roasting fill the air
a wave here and a wave there
the chapel steeple reaching toward the sky
a wonderful symbol to the faithful eye.
Inside the chapel with lights so bright
a beacon to the people on this solemn night
rich harmony voice beginning to sing
geese fly with the moon on their wing.
A parson adorned in modest vestment
the choir singing- a worthy testament
The feeling outside is silent, still and calm
the congregation seeking the Savior's healing balm
Cheerful hearts with gratitude they bring
patiently waiting to celebrate the birth of their king.
It came upon a mid night clear
that voices raised for the Lord to hear.
In a small cottage on a snowy Christmas Eve
Billy, Tommy, Freddy and Steve
warmly snuggled in their bed
waiting for Santa in his sled.
A glass of milk and cookies to dine
next to the fireplace for Santa to find.
Sally and Sue unable to sleep
waiting for Santa to get a sneak peek.
Christmas Tree lights blink with a fury
the children waiting for Santa to hurry
with mom and dad quietly sitting
and grandma in her rocker doing her knitting.
Decorated socks hang from the fireplace
Sally’s adored with red and white lace
photos of grandchildren who grew up too fast
filled with memories of Christmases past.
It's time for Christmas trees
and bright lights.
No Christmas color here,
my world black N white.
Sunny Southern Cali,
No chance of snow,
No Santa this year,
he has no get up and go.
Broke no money;
to buy gifts and presents,
I think I might need,
some Anti- depressants.
No stuffing of stockings,
going on here,
Just another lonely day,
will play it by ear.
No smiles, no laughter,
silence thru out the house,
I'm cold and lonely,
and poor as a mouse.
No frosty the snowman,
outside my window sill,
Isolation and loneliness,
the coldness of a chill.
No cookies, no fudge,
no Christmas pie,
No Saint Nick,
or a twinkling of an eye.
My sisters and friends,
make sure I have some gifts,
They stop by,
my spirit they try to lift.
All I can say,
it's been one hell of a year,
I dug down deep,
can't find my Christmas cheer.
I say the sooner the year,
is over the better,
This is my Christmas,
Dear John Letter.
TURBO1904
okay
i have this record player
a lovely lady as a friend
lots of ben and jerry's
and three boxes of 45s
okay
i have this spiral staircase
a lovely lady as a friend
lots of keebler cookies
and two boxes of 78s
okay
i have these blackout curtains
a lovely lady as a friend
a large buttercream cake freshly made
and 4 boxes of 33 1/3s
okay
i have the central air finally fixed
a lovely lady as a friend
some cool whip that was behind the blue bonnet
and a bag and a half of the remaining 8 tracks
all we need is the blender
the oreo cookies are in the pantry
her smile along with her laughter seals it all
the only sad part is that it is only tuesday