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I walked down the stage with moisture in my faces and a subtle smile on which everyone could rely. I held on to the uncompromising truth that could not be denied from my youth.
I still hold the pen that was placed in my hand and held it firmly with courage and dignity to walk over the land and a special cup that was given to me to drink from is still in that secured place in the cabinet. Some things never lose its composure even if it is not gold. Some people can see it from afar and if you are close, you could examined it with a magnifying glass.
The stage was packed around me and as far as my eyes could stretch, I could see hands waving in the thick crowd and the people were shouting and screaming out loud. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry but it was a fulfilling feeling that I could not deny.
I stopped and pause for a while as the moderator made the introduction. It wasn’t Oprah Winfrey, Bouncy, Tina Turner, Adel, Lady Gaga , Taylor Swift, Dolly Parton or Abba on stage, it was a simple woman wearing a simple pair of shoes, it was hard to comprehend how I have survived so long in the lion’s den. The miracle that got me out made the universe scream and shout.
They made the introduction and the voice of the roaring crowd thundered in the sky. It shook the birds from the trees and sends them flying back to the calm sea. I move from town to town with the vessel of love spilling on the ground. Here I was with the object of truth covering my face as we worked on the final round to complete this phase.
All the naysayers and soothsayer, don men and Hench men, flatfoot man, pimps and hustlers, religious dons and gangs are all gallivanting around the town holding up their faces to complete the final round, and as the burden of truth begins to sink in the devil, and his agent begin to sing a petrifying hymn, leading them all to the altar of truth.
I could see behind the curtains, pearls, gold and diamond, dangling in front of me and just across from there ruby and sapphire standing in Juxtaposition staring at the Swiss chocolates piling on top of the dish and the appetite of truth dripping water from their cracked lips.
The crowd went wild, the city came alive and everyone was in agreement with the new crown.
A soft white pooch with a red nose
A ribbon round his neck with a tiny rose
Is a bosom friend of Nolly
Loved more than any expensive dolly
He has a place on her potty chair
And sits like a king, fat and fair
The bathtub holds a special nook
For pooch to hang by his hook
Even in her dusty school bag
The pooch goes to school with his name tag
Happy he is when with her he sleeps
And consoles her whenever she weeps
Old with age and almost torn
But with a lot of kisses is daily adorn
She plans to take him to her hubby’s home
And in his name build a mausoleum with a dome
Nolly is my younger daughter, Naureen who has a fav toy dog.
Somewhere
or Maybe Far Away Further Still
Come home my friend,
you have been gone too long.
You went without me,
adventuring places,
I can not go.
I need to be there.
I need to make sure,
things go well.
Who will lose your passport?
Who will send our luggage to the wrong place?
Who will get us arrested?
Surely,
You will be bored?
I, on the other hand am still here,
thinking of all that we could do....
If I;
talked to the ambassador just one more time,
if they will let me in,
and later if they will let me out.
If I;
called the local paper, and the international magazines,
to let them know crazy has come to visit,
authors on the loose,
wild imaginations let go,
without hope of recapture.
Would they send the guards?
Would they send the lolly?
Would they think we are crazy and forget about...
the American dolly(ies),
as they are to square, and round for spaces,
considered proper in the London Court.
Instead back to Australia to the OUT Back...
they would scream and we would go,
not for the first time,
not for the last,
but...
again.
All cakes should be topped with pink roses... pretty and perfect.
The kind they serve at Tea Parties, on special occasions.
That means every time, as times with friends are always special.
The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Bread
Billy Joel and The Grateful Dead
Suzi Quatro, Styx, Kate Bush
Elton John, Yes, Kiss and Rush
Freda Payne, The Brothers Four
Dolly Parton, Sandie Shaw
The Jackson Five and Bruce Springsteen
Elvis Presley, Slade and Queen
David Bowie, The Beach Boys, Sweet
Rose Royce, Madness and The Beat
Dusty Springfield, Fox, Nick Drake
Neil Sedaka, Sparks, Greg Lake
Three Dog Night and The Ramones
Pink Floyd and The Undertones
Blue Öyster Cult, The Dave Clark Five
Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Golden Earring, Argent and
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
Mott The Hoople, E.L.O
Dr. Hook and Status Quo
Skeeter Davis, Iggy Pop
Alice Cooper, ZZ Top
The Rev. Al Green and Steeley Dan
The Who, The Jam and Steeleye Span
The Monkees, Abba, Cream and Free
Lynyrd Skynrd, 10CC
Renaissance, Blondie and The Clash
The Faces, Love and Wishbone Ash
The Moody Blues, Deep Purple, Mud
Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Bob Dylan and The Shangri Las
The Kinks. The Birds. The Doors. The Cars
The Seekers and Roberta Flack
The Drifters, T. Rex, Fleetwood Mac
Tina Turner, Prince, James Brown
..And all the music from Motown.
Dancing and singing along with the rest
With the sun beaming down
It’s Glasto at its very best
****
The teatime slot my favourite spot
Iconic performances from idols past
Still going strong as they sing all night long
Never dreaming their fame it would last
****
Sir Tom at 80 still wowing the crowds
his voice so strong
may he go on and on
****
Resplendent in pink
Dame Shirl gives a twirl
that young lass from Wales
with her voice she regales
****
Dear Dolly lifts the crowd
still begging Jolene
****
Whilst Kenny is lamenting Lucille
****
And sweet Caroline
Well she's a favourite of mine
Still shines like a Diamond
Sweet Neil
****
Barry alone now
still reaching those highs
seeing their smiles as he looks to the skies
****
And Lionel still able to go
All Night Long
strutting the stage
like a man half his age
****
Sweet Kylie
petite
A perfect package
complete
****
Nile Rodgers and Chic
sing along to Le Freak
Nile is such a cool bloke
his look so unique
****
Then finally the master
As darkness descends
On that stage he appears
and for many brings tears
For just like Major Tom
his soul has moved on
but his genius survives
in every word
of every song
****
Not even Covid 19
Could ever stop this show
As I behold the very best
of 2020 Glastonbury Fest...
Written at 3.00 am this morning on 30th June 2020
after watching and dancing and singing to Glastonbury 2020 those images still rocking in my head…
*Glastonbury is considered to be one of the biggest and finest music festivals in the world today. 2020 would have been 50 years since its humble beginnings in 1970. The brainchild of Michael Eavis a farmer from Somerset England, who decided to host an al fresco concert himself after see Led Zeppelin at an open air festival. First artists to appear were Marc Bolan and Al Stewart
1970 ~ Attendance 1,500 ~ tickets price £1 with free milk from the Farm
2019 ~ ticket price £248 ~ capacity 203,000 ~ 135.000 tickets sold in under 36 minutes…
Contest STRAND completely new 3
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No Alice in Wonderland
Callous
Alice
Sacrificial Lamb
Blame me
Amy
Fan of the Panda Bear
Andie
Pandie
Miss Hollywood
Star Queen
Arlene
The Trifling One
Petty
Betty
One Gorgeous Redhead
Henna
Brenna
Miss Sophisticated
Classy
Cassie
Not so Sophisticated
Gassy
Cassie
Miss Detective
Police
Clarice
Fragile: Treat with Care
China
Dinah
Miss Flamboyant
Showy
Chloe
The Lesser of the Flamboyant ones
Tawdry
Audrey
The Laggard
Lazy
Daisy
The Imprudent One
Folly
Dolly
Stars in her Eyes
Eileen
Sky Queen
Earth Girl
Terra
Farrah
Started writing poetry then joined Poetry Soup
When submitting a poem I’m really cock a hoop
Have a cyber brother I did meet on line
Think he's quite amazing his poetry's divine
He said one day we were separated at birth
His comment amused me and filled me with mirth
Soon was confirmed we certainly were twins
Both write silly poetry and both have hairy chins
Cyber sister Jan started my big old heart a-ticking
Since entering my life it's sure been a-clicking
Wake up each morning can't wait for sister Jan
Even check my inbox before going to the can
She never disappoints though we're an ocean apart
Start's my motor racing, got a hold of my heart
Haven't figured out why I deserve such a friend
Separated at birth we'll be friends to the end
Noticed on some comments people call him ‘Kenny’
He’d love to sing with Dolly – guess he’s one of many
Jack and Dolly’s greatest hits I see it in my mind
But Cathie said no, guess she’s being real kind
From Jack’s picture, think he’s more like a Santa
We get on great as bro and sis with much silly banter
I’m so very fortunate to find my cyber brother
If I had to choose one couldn’t wish for another
It's a well known fact, Brits lack a sense of humour
Sister Jan sure puts a kibosh on that silly rumour
She makes me cackle and wet my pantaloons
Sometimes I snort like a silly old buffoon
At my ripe old age of fifty-eight plus twenty
Things don't work well, I have heartburn a plenty
But the heartburn I have is caused by my love
My dear sister Jan gives my heart a big shove
~ Collaboration Poem by J Allison & J Ellison
written for contest sponsored by Jared Pickett
Dolly Parton is a woman
that I look up to.
She doesn't give in like many others do
to the pressure she faces
to be seen a certain way
she stays the same by night and by day.
Dollywood is Dolly's
family theme park
Bringing smiles to families from dawn til after dark.
She speaks and acts with that Southern Belle charm
And would never wish anyone any real harm.
Her profile is one that can't be mistaken
Her hair always perfect in the pictures that are taken.
She sings beautifully, talented and truly amazing
She does so much, even when she's lazing.
She won't speak on politics, so don't even try
She know she's looked up to and so that is why
She's a good role model for us to look up to
I'd kinda like to be
like her, don't you
Too late Charlie realized she should have listened to the internal voice
that had been yelling “NO!” when the large black truck stopped for them.
She knew it was now too late to get out, too late to run, too late to do anything….
She saw the glow of the devil’s eyes in the dark, and she knew this was the end.
He was handsome, and there was no diabolical laugh, but she knew.
Her heart was beating six beats a second too hard.
Almost the second he had hit those door locks she knew they were goners.
Why had she followed her cousin Dolly into this guy’s truck?
Oblivious to the danger, Dolly in the middle, chattering nonsense.
Her persistent run-on sentences were filling up every second of silence
Char could feel the tension, and knew the monster was exuding anger.
Dolly’s constant blathering was not helping.
Char said she had to go to the bathroom and asked if he would unlock the door.
This is when she heard the laugh, and the chatter stopped.
Am I
A human being
If so
What am I being
Is what I'm doing freeing
Or am I a clone
Like dolly the sheep
Going through life bleat bleat bleat
Wanting approval
Who am I being
Is it me you are seeing
Am I one of a kind
Or is it a trick of my mind
In the end are we all similarly designed
By others defined
They call us the human race
No wonder it's hard to keep pace
I trip on my lace
Fall on my face
Unsure how to find my place
What are the dreams I choose to chase
Being human
I'm filled with flaws
The breaker of laws
Searching for meaning and a cause
Living with others
Side by side
Attempting not to be ruled by pride
I try to be open
Yet there are things I hide
All part of being
Human and flawed
I guess that's okay
We change day by day
Time to go my own way
Unconventional
Just being me
One branch
Of a larger tree
Sometimes hard to see
Amongst all these other humans being
"To be or not to be"
In the end just me being me
To Be Contest