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Hey Jimmy, what is your story ?
Was your death private or gory ?
Why did you decide to die ?
What was the pain & what was the lie ?.
I see you were only twenty five
When you chose to kill your life
Where red dirt roads and wheat fields kiss
You chose to show the world your fist.
Your pain was greater than your assets
And idealic life from country aspect
Was Tottenham life not good enough ?
That caused your end to be so rough ?.
And though you lived in a prosperous state
couldn’t you talk to your closest mate ?
Your body here may still remain
I hope it brings a positive change.
While visiting family in Tottenham, Australia, and spending some time in the
outback, I found a monument to a man who committed suicide in an idealic
area where the cares of life seems kilometres away…
The song came on my radio and it took me back to ten years ago
The second time I heard the song, I began to sing along
It sang about the cold sad day when the music died and went away
I missed those days when the songs were true
But I was a fan of the Quartet and the Jester too
James Dean and the girl who sang the blues
Were obituaries in the morning news
New music that they were putting out
Were mixed with drugs and political clout
With the Jester hurt and the Quartet gone
New bands would try to carry on
But the music couldn’t match the scene
Back to the days when the door was green
So I say Bye Bye to Miss American Pie
Sometimes the music can make me cry
I know down deep within my soul
I still believe in Rock N’ Roll
I was only twelve and walking down town
When I heard that the trio’s plane went down
I saw the music rearranged
The tune was different and the lyrics changed.
This song was like a nursery rhyme
Bringing memories of a different time
So I listen to it every once in a while
And remember how it made me smile
February still brings me pain
But thanks for the memories Don McLean.
Poetic tribute to Don McLean
Author of “American Pie”
Native Indians,
Wild horses on gold prairies,
Sprawled desert landscapes:
The "Dean of Western Painters,"
Olaf Wieghorst captured them.
Mystical beauty
Springs forth on sunny highlights
Splashed gainst the dark earth.
Grand images of nature
Come to life with each brush stroke.
Rugged western scenes
Filled with life and earth's splendor
Stir deep emotion.
Favored most: "Dead Cottonwood,"
And "Navajo Madonna."
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Your Tribute Verse
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/26/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Celebration of Art Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 05/24/2017
Olaf Wieghorst - (1899 - 1988) - My Favorite Artist
No therapist wanted to do any kind of counseling for B School, which to my home is quite near.
I was frankly bewildered that three of my friends, Susan, Tad, and Sun had told me they would never come back here.
B school looked lovely; the grounds were impeccably beautiful - flowers, wind spinners, and fountains with water ever so clear.
The reception area was colorful, welcoming, pretty even, a tribute to whoever designed it so dear.
I wondered why everyone I had spoken to who had been here hated it so, it was totally unclear.
The dean of students was lovely, smart, engaging, a good listener; a woman who seemed totally dear.
"I would like Tricia Tee take you around, "Dean told me, "So you can see what a ship-shape school we run here.
We had no sooner got to the first locker when a child started to walk past, and I yelled,"Mere!"
My former student looked up, scared, frightened, mesmerized, unable to move, hypnotized by fear.
"That's a demerit for you, Mrs. K, and a demerit for Mere," Tricia said snippily, writing it down in a notebook she had near.
Um...
I think I get it now.
Come in take a seat
The young man furrowed his brow
I em wait where am I
The older gent motioned to the chair
Please take a seat
As the young man settled into the leather seat, the older filled the glass on the table between them with water
Slightly trembling the young man lifted.the glass and sipped at the water
A loud click as he placed the glass upon the table
His gaze drifting around the sparse room
He looked back to where he had arrived but couldn’t see a door, just another white wall
I a cough as he cleared his throat am Zion
And unfortunately you are dead
The young man blinked twice and a smile morphed erratically upon his face
The older man continued
The young man winced as the image of headlights
speeding towards him which flashed in his head
Frantically throwing his hands over his face
Yes, that happened, Zion.flatly uttered
These are you final moments
You may ask any question
All knowledge accessible
You can fix any regret
Talk to anyone living or dead
Dean my name is Dean -offering his hand in welcome
Is it just Zion like Madonna he smiled
No second names
Zion bemused-No second name
And if it’s not personal can I ask what are you
An angel Dean chuckled
No no nothing like that
I am your sciribe
He continued
Everything existing or not has one
We note everything from your beginning to
well now.
Dean lifting his glass once more to his lips
The clear liquid in his glass now tasted like lemonade his thoughts drifting to a long gone summer sitting with his sister on the newly cut lawn.
That taste you just had-Zion nodded, it’s the same lemonade.
Dolly Rebecca Parton Dean
Singer-songwriter, actress, and entrepreneur.
Queen of Country, Sing unto me, unto us a song
Queen of Country, sing on
A one of the most honored
Country performers
Cultural influencer and in philanthropy
Southern bell, known very well
You've more than 100 million records sold,
Southern call sing, sang country songs
Songwriter words and music told
Among one of the best-selling music artists of all time.
Born into poverty in rural Tennessee,
Her voice she sung through the mountain breeze
Hello, I'm Dolly, starting a nearly 60-year career you see
If Dolly could she would, as she does and she did be
Dollywood Foundation in the philanthropy name of Dollywood
Queen of Country, Sing unto us a song
Queen of Country, you will always love us as you are loved, sing on…
Dolly Rebecca Parton
8/27/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
To chocolate I pay my respects
Some folks say its better than sex
whether milk dark or white
Ev’ry bar I must bite
or I'll get a lack of choccy complex
I NEED chocolate it’s an unwritten rule
I'm a woman not a blithering fool
Give me a constant supply
On days that end with a Y
when choc’s smeared round my mouth it looks cool
BY JAN ALLISON
Most women love something that’s sweet
And chocolate it cannot be beat
Deny them and they’ll pout
Choc is all they think about
Many men think it's all that they'll eat.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
She lustingly said to bring some to her room
off went my trousers in a vertical zoom
I gazed in her eyes
but to my surprise
I gave her the chocolate she gave me a broom
BY TIM SMITH
Give me the chocolate and forget the sex
But please don't send it through Fed Ex
It'll melt in the summer
And that's a real bummer
Now that's a problem to vex and perplex
BY LIN LANE
Chocolates make me feel great
I forget the part about weight
If I was a tad thinner
Would think chocolate ideal for dinner
Will settle for sex after eight
BY SEREN ROBERTS
Chocolate is all that she wishes
She loves anything that Swiss is
I brought her a box
She quick changed the locks
Guess I’ll just go sleep with the Mrs.
BY DEAN WOOD
One woman with sweet loving lips
ate nothing but dark chocolate chips.
Her husband's retort?
"To enter her port
is like docking between two battleships!"
BY LIM'RICK FLATS
Seeking a better life and with chance at hand, our new life awaits
Wife hires on as servant, daughter and I stowaway as it departs
Our life's dreams sail on the USS Titanic, a new future to create
daughter and I conceal ourselves while wife toils with bunk-mates
We would change places to stay warm from bitter cold and storm
my young baby I wrapped up tight, this kept her warm to my delight
We count days till our new home, I worry and pray my wife is warm
A few days passed till that night I awoke in sheer terror and fright
Hearing metal tear, as cries and screams begin a siren sounds above
We're in warmth deep beneath the decks I grab my joy to face regret
We're not far from mom, I push and shove to get her one deck above
The time is short as I open door, to reveal wife's tears, glad to see, yet
to escape I tie a rope about our waists for in this flight can't separate
Then we begin our quest to the night air knowing we're 5 decks below
scaling 2 decks with speed, all converge but keep moving can't hesitate
Baby in hand we drag and claw moving to air, all moving with the flow
One more flight of stairs to fresh air, I take wife's hand to lead her their
Ship tilts as we get through door to sky then falling down into the night
A sudden jerk as rope catches pipe saving us as others fall in pairs
with bitter cold and death insight, I plan again how to win this fight
A mans wool coat 4 feet above I grab his coat as life slips from hope
Wrapping about my baby and wife, for warmth, in this my last night
Water rising swiftly only a few feet below, I swing wife and cut rope
Their flight to the ocean, as I follow them into the icy cold midnight
We find each other in this dark abyss, then fight to swim to life
We reach trash still afloat raising wife and babe to safety I cover tight
death assured in my last fight I tie raft to boat and tell my loving wife
I love you both fight to save your lives, as I sink from view in the night
Hours passed her body heat spent, pulls to boat in her last attempt
She wraps baby in all the clothes and begs they save her from my fame
Her baby safe as she can plan she cuts the rope with this last lament
When you all survive, let all who ask know my sweet daughter's name
This is a fictional account of the youngest survivors journey to safety, Elizabeth Gladys Dean
Anticipation
By Franklin Price
04/06/2022
I am in anticipation
Of a visit I have planned
To see the first Great grandchild
Those who've been there understand
He was born in February
One day after Valentine
His given name begins with “D”
To carry on the Perry line
His father's name is Dalton
Grandfather's name is Darren
His great grandfather's Danny
How do you think I 'm farin'?
What is his name?, you're thinking.
In case you're wondering, it's Dean
I have watched him on the portal
Many pictures I have seen
I'll be seeing him in person
After shots, at eight weeks old
Don't think he will be walking yet
That's the story I've been told
He'll be ready for some sit-ups
Has been saving them for me
His mother did them at that age
I'll just have to wait and see
I'll be there on Barbara's birthday
She can see him through my eyes
She's been watching him from heaven
Sending love, that's no surprise.
This songwriter came from the New Jersey town of Paramus.
He had one 1977 hit song that made him famous.
With cute lyrics and a catchy tune considered swell,
his release titled "Ariel" climbed the charts quite well.
Despite his instrument playing and songwriting skill,
that would be the only hit produced from his mill.
He would meet Denise Marsa on the other side of the ocean.
"Lucky Stars" was the duet they recorded full of emotion.
As a composer, he still remains prolific.
Up to today, many consider him terrific.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.