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If reincarnation is possible
I wanna come back as a lion
King of the beasts roaming free
Or perhaps a native Hawaiian
A famous dentist, a noted doctor
Or maybe a computer guru
King of a brand new country
Ballerina making her debut
Maybe come back as a piglet
Been acting a bit like a slob
Perhaps a famous ball player
Like nasty old Ty Cobb
I know, I've got it, this is it
Greatest lover ever known
With a huge bevy of beauties
Like a sultan upon his throne
If reincarnation is possible
Coming back is very appealing
Maybe return as a billionaire
With riches up to the ceiling
Sharing hard candy with her best friend Shirley
Impossible task if deciduous teeth are lost prematurely
Although each child progresses in a different rate
My predecessor took its time as I came in a little late
I caused Chloé pain erupting—cutting through her gum
An icepack so frigid was chilling, making me numb
Chloés sneaky attempts to hide sweets in her room
Have cost her front baby teeth to come out to soon
Candy, I chomp up and bite down ‘til it’s in many pieces
Crunchy and noisy, sugar and saliva all over me releases
A child should brush us teeth, at least twice per day
And avoid sugary foods that promote tooth decay
A stubborn child who doesn’t listen to mom's wise advice
Needs to be told over again, more than once more than twice
A sweet tooth like me never gives in and so, I have a chip
Off to the dentist we’ll go, for a temporary behind Chloé’s sore lip!
Look at my magnificent man.
So sweet and sultry and always has a plan.
Every lovely layer I pull back I find gold
When God gave me this glorious man He broke the mold.
Walking and whistling is what he does with ease.
He's always so sweet and satisfying to please.
Taking a bite out of him and take a trip to the dentist.
Any girl would be lucky to be on his love list.
However, this heavenly dream has become just mine.
He's a walking dish---so delicious and divine!
He became such a special surprise on those sultry summer days.
So refreshingly refining that he put me in a haze.
Others I find ogling at my oh so original man.
It used to brutally bother me but, now I understand---
Not many have such a sweet man to go home to.
But ladies, I'll let you look just once, and that's all I can do.
Ladies, I'll give a little advice on landing a good man.
Appreciate all his attributes, even the ones you can't stand.
His sweetness and his smile will always satisfy you.
Bumps and bruises in life will come, so learn to appreciate them too.
How I longed for and every morn,
For a decadent slice of cake,
At beginning of every dawn,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
Not fussy, fairy cake or bun,
To be sweet, I was for sure born,
Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun,
How I longed for and every morn.
Traveled cities so far and wide,
At seven sharp did often wake,
To reach the famous pastry side,
For a decadent slice of cake.
Dentist warned, teeth are looking bad,
Are slightly yellow brown and fawn,
Stop or you will be very sad, ,
At beginning of every dawn.
You like to dress to always stun,
In your shoes you will one day quake
Say no, I have finally won,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
So, I became sober once more.
Did not touch cake since yesterday,
Yearning not as bad as before,
My decision made from today,
And every morn.
Poetry Contest Entry: Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date; Thursday 6th April 2023
A person uses about 57 sheets of toilet paper a day!
Holy crap! That sure is a lotta trees
There are 58 million dogs living in the U.S. they say
But NONE are cuter than our Annie, I believe
Men are struck by lightning more times than women
Our pointy heads act as a grounding device
The original name for the butterfly was 'flutterby'
Methinks flutterby was much nicer choice
Smelling green apples can help you lose weight
As long as your honker is working well
They say smelling bananas can also lose weight
But do it in private, people may think you're unwell
Slugs have 4 noses, nosey little buggars are they
A sneeze travels out at over 100 miles an hour
Imagine the big mess when these dirty slugs let go
Surely we'd need to take a shower
The elephant is one of the few mammals that can't jump
Imagine if the could, buildings would crumble
The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache
But he certainly has remained quite humble
Lipstick contains fish scales, holy cacka and eeeewww
Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive!
You probably haven't heard of these very strange facts
You need to know them to help you survive
It's true, the electric chair was invented by a dentist
Now isn't that what we usually think
Sitting there while the dentist inflicts much pain
Wishing for death as I spit in his sink
© Jack Ellison 2015
(William Hammer, Thomas Alva Edison's assistant,
has reached the end of his tolerance. His boss is
planning to electrocute an elephant for a publicity
stunt.)
If he goes through with this, the dam has burst.
I'm done with him. Of all the tricks he's pulled,
this is the lowest, cheapest, cruellest. Worst.
Yes, Edison. He can't be serious,
can he? To execute an elephant?
He's out there, grinning like a Barbary ape.
Where two or more newspapermen are gathered,
Alva loses all his self-control.
He'll be there now, perspiring, shouting, lathered,
excited to his flinty, vulgar soul.
I'm William Joseph Hammer. Who are you?
A quarter-century I've spent with him,
but now the scales have fallen from my eyes.
The man's a pirate and a charlatan.
Inventor? Him?
Well, since I'm stranded here
in shabby Coney Island in the rain,
ignored and slighted, spited yet again,
I'll tell you. Edison did not invent
the light bulb - that's what he employed me for.
Besides, I'll name a dozen scientists
who'd made a working lamp some years before.
What is he good at? He's a patent-mill!
He takes out patents like a dentist, teeth
(except that dentists never put their name
on what they've pulled). The man has got no shame.
The team has all the talent, he the grin:
we think the thoughts, and Alva cashes in.
I think he's met his match in Westinghouse.
The so-called war of currents. Who will win?
America will buy one set of goods,
and where this country leads, the others go.
To get his system in American homes,
He'd kill his grandma.
Hence this all-time low.
He's worse than Czolgosz. At the very least,
the latter had nobility, although
misguided. Alva has no other cause
beyond himself. Those motion picture-things
are here for Alva's glory. When the blow
extinguishes that poor beast's life, you'll know
whose self-promoting hand was on the tiller.
Saint Thomas Alva Edison's a killer.
I haven’t seen the dentist
Since pre-Covid days, although
I’m finally feeling ready and
I called to tell him so.
I questioned the receptionist
If he’d received his shot.
Her answer, most evasive,
Let me know that he had not.
I told her, “Have him call me,”
Which he did and when he called,
He said he needed no vaccine,
Which had me quite appalled.
Since he had beaten Covid,
He has antibodies now.
His hygienist does as well;
To that he’d take a vow.
I thanked him for his time but
After seeing him for years,
I’ve found somebody new
Who’s vaccinated, it appears.
We all must do as we must do
So we feel safe and sound
And on this issue what I know
Is I must stand my ground.
...I couldn’t help but thinking back
to,”For better of for worse.”
The more I thought about it now
the more it struck me as perverse.
I had always looked at my wife
with a love unconditional,
yet she only would return it
if my bank account was full.
It was as if some switch was thrown
and all around me I did see
the truth that most of my close friends
had marriages based on money.
Lawyer friend Bob, who’d been let go,
was being divorced by his wife,
dentist friend Rick forever buying
jewelry to get some love at night.
Then there was John the sax-player,
who always had great one night stands,
but no woman would stay with him,
you didn’t make much in jazz bands.
They there was Chip who lived next door,
with a wife that had not a care,
but joked,”I’d never leave you dear,
unless I find a millionaire.”
I do not doubt that they like us,
but it doesn’t seem like that’s enough,
it seems there’s always conditions
that are placed upon their love.
Maybe that’s just how they’re wired,
like men drawn to fertility,
they need resources to love us,
which strikes me as a tragedy.
When growing up we were all told
that there was one for us out there,
one who would see what is inside
and about this forever care.
Coldy, I see it makes some sense,
attraction to those who provide,
evolution cares not for love,
it only cares that we survive.
And even knowing what I know,
it’s not like I’ll seek a divorce,
men generally do not fare well
inside our biased family courts.
I’d just end up losing my stuff,
child support, alimony,
could never stand losing my kids,
having them taken from me.
I just wish someone had told me
the truth about all of these things,
back when I was a younger man,
back before I gave the ring.
Maybe this is why they hide this,
otherwise who’d give it a go?
The only thing I’ll say for sure
is that both of my sons will know.
One evening, a male mortician died inside the funeral parlor that he owns. The parlor has been operating for ten years inside a big business center. Prior to the incident, seven friends of the mortician working within the same business center visited him in seven different days. The suspects are the following: a martial artist, a barber, a chef, a dentist, an engineer, a freelancer and a gangster.
No physical evidence of homicide was found when the mortician died inside the said funeral parlor. However, the family members filed a case against all suspects who relied solely on statements submitted by witnesses in the last ten days before the mortician died.
The initial report of the forensic experts stated that the mortician died of natural cause.
Who do you think is the culprit?...
Back in the day
At least that is what people say
I have been at Rochdale 61 years
Hard to believe how time flies
I was Seven when I moved into Rochdale
Current age is a secret and I won’t prove
You could say, I am a “ROCHDALE FIXTURE”
Human structure among the Rochdale structure forming legacy
Rochdale wasn’t even complete then as some of the buildings were still skeletons among the completed
I had moved with my Grandparents which now they are deceased.
It was the intriguing Big Mall and Small Mall of significant
I spent part of my life in the Big Mall since we had moved to Group 2, which I still live today
My venture to the Rochdale Movie Theater then where I saw my James Bond 007 Sean Connery Action packed thrillers and Ten Little Indians on Saturdays were my movie days.
Kress was my sometimes in shopping sprees in the Big Mall
Peter Pan Bakery, I can still smell the aroma of goodness of the baked goods
That woke up the senses in my mind
King Karol Restaurant in the Big Mall comes to mine
My Grandfather would treat me dinner of the Baked Potato and Broiled Sirloin Steak made to perfection
Always got my attention
I used to buy the big box of Popcorn
You probably didn’t know this, but we had a Men’s Clothing store in the Big Mall run by people who had the Barber Shop that was outside the big mall
I did buy some pants from there, but as the years rolled on so did my waist circumference
I made a splash in the Rochdale Newspaper near the Community Center in the 1960’s
A picture of me and a white girl riding our bicycles through a puddle was captured and appeared in the Rochdale Newspaper.
We were going in different directions
The Big Mall was my candy galore
It became the Dentist for sure
The memories
Time I never forgot
I wish those Rochdale days would return
Years roll on and nothing stays the same
A thought although
Still living the Rochdale legacy
“Fulfill and be counted”.