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Eleanor cannot see
Her eyesight is ridiculous
She has had all kinds of operations
But she is eighty-two, her eyes have given up.
A corrupt eye doctor writes her an excuse.
She takes it to the drivers’ license bureau.
She does not have to take their mandatory eye test.
Mandatory folks, MANdatory!
Eleanor has run into parked cars, trees, boats, and a river.
Last week she backed into an enormous concrete post.
The entire parking garage shook, she thought it was coming down.
Anyway, it certainly shook hard, she told me.
This morning she took her car to an auto repair shop.
Great news, she told me on the phone.
They gave me a loaner car.
She breathed the air of the young,
But her heart was filled with an ache.
She longed for another world,
Where there were friends and dates.
She reached out to a cold world,
Her insides crying when rejected.
She wanted so much to be included,
But no one on earth would accept her.
She cried herself to sleep at night,
Thinking every minute of all she missed.
She yearned for true faith, hope and love,
But only found feelings of disillusionment.
She wondered if there were others as she,
Caught up in melancholy and tragedy.
She whispered sweet prayers for them all,
Sensing they needed love even more.
She watched as others all found someone,
A heart who would be there for them always.
She sincerely doubted that time would come,
When she would discover happily ever after.
She felt lost and alone in a world too big to hold…
All the feelings she had inside, the hopes, the dreams,
The sweetest desires…
Eleanor Rigby, did your dreams come true?
Were they ever fulfilled for you?
Or did you remain lost and alone?
Forever caught up in a thought…
Of one listening to a sad song?
8/31/19
Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis
Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie
Oh, so lonely -- Where do such people come from
They come from all walks of life, from the priesthood
on down to the hangers-on at village churches
And where do they all belong? -- In a desiccated church
where Father McKenzie preaches sermons that no one hears
and Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice thrown at others' weddings,
surely lamenting her own lonely, dreamlike existence...
They belong together, but Church doctrine, frustratingly, keeps them apart
this lonely woman with the happy face, concealing the ache deep inside
and the devoted priest, so determined to look ministerial, to deliver a sermon
for no audience, that no one will hear, that will save no one...
So many lonely people in society today, like Eleanor Rigby
people who come from nowhere, whose contributions go unrecognized
and who return to nowhere, buried along with their names --
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
August 08,
Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
I’m one of the lonely,
the oh so lonely people
missing your subtle smile.
You were a pretty blue eyed beauty,
with unkept hair and go go boot style.
Eleanor, Eleanor Rigby,
you lived down on the corner.
I’d see you stand inside your door,
staring blankly at the floor.
They told me, yes they told me,
you didn’t care any more.
The nightmare you lived,
It’s so sad it seems.
So you left your face in the jar by the bed,
because it couldn’t conceal your screams.
I hear them sing songs about you,
you still live in their dreams.
Those lonely people,
those sad lonely people.
They crave a glimpse of you.
So they make up their stories,
but none of them are true.
They keep saying they know,
but we know they never knew.
Each one trying to grab onto,
a small piece of you.
Do you remember,
Old Father McKenzie?
I listened to the words of the sermon
that the others couldn’t hear.
I wished you were here,
Oh how I wished you were here.
As I drank of his wine
I swallowed a tear,
thinking you were behind me
as I stared at the mirror.
Don’t worry Eleanor Rigby,
there’s nothing left to fear.
I know the man that you loved
was taken from you.
No reason, no reason that’s true
For you there was not to be,
a life long happy “I do”
“Do you take this man, Eleanor Rigby?”
Down the aisle you walked alone.
Why oh why was he taken from you?
After you were buried,
alone I went to your grave.
Always afraid, always afraid.
Why didn’t I ever talk to you?
I’ve never been one who is brave,
I guess that’s why,
I’m one of the lonely people.
So I saved you Eleanor Rigby
by throwing you from the Steeple!
I know, I know it’s good to be free,
so for a while I’ll keep you company.
It’s ok Eleanor Rigby,
there’s no need,
no need at all to thank me.
Together with him,
you are meant to be.
For Jerry T Curtis’s: Who Was Eleanor Rigby? Contest
They did the same thing to my mother, Eleanor May Dubarry, no provider including Medicare wanted to pay her final medical expenses,
including transportation to and from the Everett's Providence Hospital.
It seems they really wanted either her or me to pay them instead.
But they never did admit to it. After she died, my middle brother Dale, made copies of her death certificate and I mailed them to all the involved parties. Because I did not have Power of Attorney, they really could not hold me accountable. Cathy Mutschuler, DSHS kept telling us, my mom did not have to pay!
There have been other instances. An elders couple in Ferndale, Washington, could not afford to pay for their prescriptions. They had their own final solution. They decided, not Almighty God, when they had the right to die. I am sure many tears were cried and many hearts were broken in to. How many times tragic scenarios like this happen? Even the news media probably does not even know.
What is a woman to do when her medical provider, United Health care does not honor her claim? Her other provider also will not pay her medical bills. She has been to see Governor Jay Inslee and our federal representatives. They promised her they would help, but no affirmative action was taken. And now she is being hounded by bill collectors demanding payment.
Both of us are believers in Jesus Christ. I told her to contact problem solvers, but to pray about it first. Yes, I am a Democrat, who is also a Christian! I am a supporter of our Governor and Federal Representative and Senator. I honestly believe they intended to help her. But failed to do so. This is why the title of this narrative poem is entitled the Medical provider runaround. And yes I am on United Health Care and they have good go me. Delloney will help me apply for Medicare before I turn 65 October 4th of this year.
Share your own stories in your own words and in your own ways. And always remember to pray! I pray to Jesus Christ. And this poem is my prayer for help and guidance.
Love as always,
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
August 27, 2019
Eleanor
Elegant grace, with eyes so bright,
Endless love, a guiding light.
Adorned with warmth, her spirit gleams,
Nurturing heart, like flowing streams.
Open arms embrace, a comforting touch,
Radiating kindness, she cares so much.
Ever present, she lends an ear,
Always patient, she's always near.
Loving words like a gentle breeze,
Overflowing with joy, she puts my heart at ease.
Her radiant smile lights up the day,
A pillar of strength in every way.
Endearing moments, memories we share,
Admiration for her, beyond compare.
Never-ending support, through thick and thin,
Offering guidance, a beacon within.
Revered and cherished, a mother so dear,
Eleanor, you're loved, now and forever near.
Women’s History Month
It wasn’t easy for women in trying to fit with their male counter parts
Struggles maneuvering
Women were told they had no place in society
Laws changed in their favor, but it was a women’s fight that made it right
History formulated that women just didn’t measure up
Women’s movement began to organize and prove without a shadow of a doubt that women are conquers, possess self-esteem and can fulfill any task put before them
They just needed a chance to illustrate
The following woman achieved just that and, they are BARBARA JORDAN, DR. BETTY SHABAZZ, Widow of Malcolm X, Former Secretary of State and Senator
There are plenty more woman who had made a name for themselves, and there is still more to come in the future
A women’s theory is Education, Mission and Principles in aligning conquest with achieving
The success door is open and women are opening the doors
Anguish was a setback, but women’s inner courage cut the boundaries and showed capability
It was a triumphant effort combined with believing in themselves
I smell of aroma of new success in the mark, it is DR. PATRICIA RAMSEY, President of CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE, DR. MRYLIE EVERS, WIDOW OF MEDGAR WILEY EVERS, ROSA PARK, ELEANOR ROOSEVELT, AMELIA EARHART and many others to follow in the wings
Assurance in the women’s hearts
Determination with an impact
Their contributions have risen in the sunrise
New horizons with a precise approach
Women are on the rise
Take notice
Perspective and Proactive
Achieving A to Z
Action, Ready and Shall
Give them an applaud
The best is yet to come.
I’ll pluck the poisonous parrot with a PROVERB:
‘Nob’dy can make you feel inferior without your consent!’*
(But WHY
Would I give my consent,
ANYWAY?)
(Because it’s a habit!)
(Because DREAMS are SCARY)
(The mean little P.P. SABOTAGES words with words)
…a little advice: pull out the tail-feathers first,
Then pop the poisonous parrot in the pot,
And it will resolve into a fine glue
With which,
You can stick words together
(best use of raw materials!)
*Eleanor Roosevelt
Written On: 1/8/2019
For: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
To MOM; March 11,1979
This is the story of an animal trainer,
Whose mettle and courage, couldn't be plainer.
A search'd reveal if you'd care to explore,
None greater exists than El Eleanor.
She's faced the very meanest big game
And transformed them all , smiling and tame.
There's Big Daddy Harry, King of the Brood,
He fights in the jungle and brings home the food.
When the hunting is hard, his scorn can be raw.
El soothes the pain, takes a thorn from the Pa.
The next animal is Rusty the Red.
The patron saint of unmade beds.
A beast of habits, bad ones galore,
His head s in the clouds, his, clothes on the floor.
El's plans are to put an end to his bad mannered life,
By chasing him within,an inch, of. his wife.
Lindsey's the next, she's no longer wild.
El taught her well when she was. a child,
Out of the home and into the night,
She's now a trainer in her own right.,
By way of taming by putting a smile on,
She's done a dog, a .cat, and one big Italian.
The animal Robert likes his milk whole,
Drinks only unmixed, unopened and cold.
Devour, he can, a whole pound of meat,
Sharing with him sure ain't a treat.
El''s main defense against his devour'n,
Is a refrigerator as big as a cavern.
Next on the tour tour is Kristin Clothes-Horse.
Her closet is full, but never her purse.
El hopes to prevent a new"confederacy"
One which would a poor man, namely, "Poverty Lee".
Now we find Jenny the Baker.
With time, she's become quite the good pastry maker.
Jenny however''s a wrestling cook,
An odd combination that's not in the book,
She has her own reasons, for truth to tell, son,
The cooking is a wrestling move called a"full Nelson".
Hilary's a creature who likes to get around
In automobiles at the speed of sound.
She doesn't always though, 'specially not at night,
Then she likes to travel at the speed of light.
It's hard to see now but she's on the track,you see,
Of her own future business - called Hilary's Taxis.
Nori's the last, but not the least,
A full member of this zoo, and like the rest a beast.
A paradox of sorts, this Blue Prize winner,
Is proof that church schools are chock full of sinners,
Thus we are the animal house,
And though we may complain and grouse,
Everyone, no matter his status,
Thinks El Eleanor's got to be, the World's Greatest!
Happy Fifty-fifth Birthday,
From son Rusty,
It is said, that Eleanor Rigby died in a church...
And was buried along with her name
That's because, Father McKenzie got his hands dirty
At the church, late one night, when nobody came
As the father was darning his socks at night
Eleanor had come in and she sat on a pew
Then she whispered softly in the father's ear
"Father, the devil had sent me...to you"
He never seen her face before...
She must have been one of those lonely people
So he locked the doors and grabbed her hand
And he took her to the dungeon in his steeple
He kept her there until she died
Twenty five years she was enslaved
No one had ever heard of her...never
But on a tombstone "Eleanor Rigby" was engraved
Eleanor Rigby Who Was She Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
8-7-2019