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On the New Jersey Shore, there is Ocean City.
It has a boardwalk that looks so pretty.
Whole families enjoy a day in the sun.
There is so much to do for some summer fun.
There are restaurants and shops galore.
There are amusement park rides, and plenty more.
You can buy fudge, salt water taffy, and cotton candy.
All of it tastes so sweet and dandy.
This town is some splendid vacation turf.
You have the sun, the sand, and some salty surf.
This place has an ideal first-class beach.
From Philly and New York, it’s within reach.
However, here is one fact no one will deny:
Ocean City is a town that is dry.
There is no place to get a shot or a beer.
If you want to drink, you cannot stay here.
To get some booze, you have to go away.
Hop on the bridge, and go across the bay.
A town is there that has many a drinking joint.
This other place is known as Somers Point.
Even if you skip big meanings
Minding petty pace of days
Yours is splendid way of living
Straightening paths in every maze
There you go across the water
There you fly upon the land
There you stand amidst the slaughter
Which you fail to understand
What seemed complex turns out plain
As the years go by it gets
Clearer that we go insane
With our number of upsets
Tempered madness works like pill
Daily doses you can measure
By yourself, no form to fill
You would need for such a pleasure
If it doesn’t satisfy
Then you have a great resource
To repeat the reasons why
Voluntary, not by force.
(note: written for a challenge using Beatle song titles)
Honey Pie,you're just not Another Girl,
Because, You Really Got A Hold On Me.
When I Get Home, I Want To Hold Your Hand,
I Wanna Be Your Man, Wild Honey Pie.
Oh Darling, love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
You have All My Loving, so Love Me Do,
until Yesterday becomes tomorrow.
Don't Ask Me Why, just know Baby It's You.
So Don't Ever Change and Don't Let Me Down.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Please Don't Cry Baby Cry 'cause we haven't
seen Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band,
nor ever rode a Yellow Submarine,
to frolic in Octopus's Garden.
Oh Darling, love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Like The Fool On The Hill at Penny Lane,
we didn't use Maxwell's Silver Hammer,
on our love to make a Helter Skelter
Here There And Everywhere, Day Tripper life.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Yes I've Got A Feeling that If I Fell
off The Long And Winding Road or I'm Down
on a Hard Day's Night,you will smile so bright,
that There'll Be No Lonesome Tears In My Eyes.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
I'm Glad All Over with you Honey Pie,
'cause you would go Across The Universe
to be with me more than Eight Days A Week
and Hold Me Tight singing Here Comes The Sun.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
Darling, I'm Happy Just To Dance With You,
loving this Magical Mystery Tour,
not penned by any Paperback Writer.
Let us then Twist And Shout with Words Of Love.
Oh Darling love me When I'm Sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Ooh My Soul, we two are now sixty four.
So From Me To You, P.S. I Love You,
more than yesterday and to this I Shout,
Don't Ever Change, For No One, Let It Be!
Oh Darling, love me beyond sixty four.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya.
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on ya
Do you remember Helen Keller?
She was a really awesome speller
Who couldn't hear nor see nor speak,
So to communicate
She would ges-tic-u-late.
Marcel Marceau spoke perfect French,
But he was helpless in a pinch
Because a mime does not converse,
Or even curse, such is his fate,
He must ges-tic-u-late.
Polynesian girls who hula
Often dance for poi or moola.
They rake in tips with swaying hips
As their grass skirts gyrate,
And they ges-tic-u-late.
Magicians cause a great sensation
With their prestidigitation,
They make assistants disappear,
And even levitate,
When they ges-tic-u-late.
Upon the mound, a pitcher scans
The fingers of the catcher's hand.
To show how curved, or fast, or slow
The ball should go across the plate,
He will ges-tic-u-late.
When good ideas you hit upon them,
Use your hands, don't sit upon them,
Get your point 'cross to your boss,
Let me reiterate.
Conversation's more impressive
If animatedly expressive
And your vocabulary's rich and up-to-date.
So when you talk stop dilly dallyin'
And be more like an Italian,
Give your reticence a rest
And just ges-tic-u-late.
Author's note: Dear reader, if I may paraphrase Nancy Sinatra...These hands were made for talkin'.
Pick a book I'll read it
Any one will do
I always want to have something
That I can do with you
Montgomery, Smith, and Tolstoy
Weren't too complex
But didn't you say Shakespeare,
Was who you wanted next?
How'd you do on Wordle?
It was pretty hard today
Oh, I see you got it
Three tries? What can I say?
How about Sunday's crossword,
Do you have some time for it?
I'll go across and you go down
'Til it's finished, we won't quit
Need song ideas? I'll pick some
Then you decide which ones
I'll play anything you want
I'll take it as it comes
All I'm trying to tell you
Is for me it means so much
That you would do things with me
And share a common touch
Of things enjoyed together
That we both like to do
Like two birds of a feather
I'm the red and you're the blue
Entertainment in My Youth
By Franklin Price
revised and reformatted to poetic prose
(an experiment for me)
5/28/2017
Entertainment came quite easy, I could do it for myself. The public library had lots of books, they stored them on the shelf. I could check them out, and from them, could travel anywhere. See the world through reading and never leave my chair.
I could go outside and eat an orange, or I could ride my bike. A safer place it was back then; could go anywhere I liked. Could go across the river, a week-end show to see, a dime spent on a Saturday was admission there for me. Cartoons and several serials; Flash Gordon comes to mind. Still in downtown Cocoa, the building you will find. Movies shown no longer, plays are there for you to go. The State Theater still entertains; so go enjoy the show.
After the show was over, to Goulds old store we went. Such a magic place for kids, some allowance there we spent. Had military equipment and special things galore. If we had been the least bit rich, we may have bought the entire store.
If we were lucky, when we left, to cross to the Island side, the draw bridge would be opening and the tender let us ride. We stood in the middle as the bridge swung half around, blocking the cars, passing the boats to far off places bound.
At night we had a radio; no TV 'til fifty-three. We would gather close and listen to special programs there for me: The Shadow knew, Lone Ranger too, fights on Friday night. The music of the Grand Old Opry made listening just right. We played some games both board and card; the donkey's tail did pin. I was the youngest, not as smart, sometimes they let me win: Monopoly, Checkers, Old Maid, and cards of War. The table's space was not enough so we played them on the floor.
If we needed money there was a jelly factory near. The product made from guavas; the need for them was clear. The trees grew wild, or maybe not ,with buckets we would go; fill them up and take them to the factory for some dough.
Much more entertainment I could tell you without fail. Some things we did there, in the past, may now get days in jail. So I think I'll stop for now and let you imagine all the rest. My childhood life was more than good, it was the very best.
"I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which," ... James A. Owen
I am a trapped absolute in an abstract
I am a trapped abstract in an absolute
I am not in a trap of inescapable odds
made nowadays between yesterday and tomorrow
voices are whispering that I am asleep
talkers are echoing that I am awake
I am certainly uncertain that my time of this wake and of that sleep is therefore limited or unlimited
countenance contours fluctuate via its reflective reaction to its immediate surroundings being viewed
manifestations are identified and their proper values are applied
this way
it establishes a greater compliment of authenticity
for as such not much
truth is a lie till one wakes from their sleep of uncertainties to make certain
hello
I was to meet somebody
I'm in the next city block
across the border
you need your passport to go across the street
or you'll miss the plane
make sure you sit in the last rower of the canoe
so that the helicopter blade does not kiss you
has a date with a steward
one of those
was a cross-blade with a gang
I will see you at the end of the Kangaroo Race
in Australia
Aussie is not in Texas
I'm already in Texas
oh that is why everybody can see you
hello or goodbye
no yes maybe so
wait go
where am I
who am I
who are they
this is north
no west
I know where I am
namaste
Aloha
Santa's task is to fill heart and soul with mirth
Inside all of us is the joy he left on earth
Let us learn of Jesus, and the reasons of his birth
Emphasize respect for all things on earth
Nightly bringing peace, here on Mother Earth
Thoughts of life in heaven, and a purpose on this earth
Now all are blessed, with his grace and mirth
Instead of seeking wealth, sing praises of his birth
Go across this country and spread his words of mirth
Healing, health and hope for lasting peace on earth
To all "Merry Christmas" try not to increase your girth
Any Old Acrostic Contest
using the phrase
"Silent Night"
When I am physically weak,
And have a lot of pain,
Feeling so worn out and sick,
And under a lot of strain;
Oh! I need a strong shoulder
To lean on and bury my tears,
To comfort and make me bolder,
And wipe away all my fears.
When I'm tired and oh so weary,
With troubles to bend my back,
When life seems so very dreary,
And courage I do lack;
Oh! I need strong loving hands
To unburden me gently,
To lead me across this desert's sands,
And to refresh me mentally.
When I'm all set and prepared to die,
To go across death's dark vale,
Ready to rest, to peacefully lie,
And put an end to my painful tale;
Oh! What joy and peace to see
My loving Shepherd, with arms open wide,
Watching and waiting just for me,
To take me to His nail-pierced side.
Oh! My Saviour! How great to be
Carried on His shoulders strong,
With His loving hands enfolding me,
As I sing along a brand new song.
With renewed strength and refreshed hope,
I wait on Him, as life goes on,
With troubles and tears, now I'm able to cope,
As I look forward to that new dawn.
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14.5.2011
Close to the track's end,
Jumping over the last hurdle,
Hope stands beside us to stitch and mend,
Thoughts of unfulfilled desires saddle.
Walking through the end's door,
A few miles to go across the border,
A tick, a tock and more,
Each dawn chauffeurs us further.
Christmas is here,
A time to give and share,
Celebrating the birth of God’s son, loving and dear,
Sombre moods are dispersed by moments of cheer.
Cities and homes wear a colourful look,
There’s a global declaration of love,
Rancour is erased from the offender’s book,
Joy lights on us live a dove.
December 3, 2022.