Long Honorary Poems
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So as the fauna flakes into flasks and the distance is at ease,
so as the forgotten fallen ones are at peace and you and your life are crease,
so as the harrowing start and a seasonal bar goes into the yonder park,
and an endimony of our presentation is falling into desert art-
I am pleading that you start speaking to them all in a heart-
I am donned to be peaking as I am just about to fall off the energy's leaving one little diamond in the war-
I said I wanted to fight, and became broken in the hallway,
it's O.K, I am only as ready as the unrealized baseness of seeing the future so stark,
let's let them off as we go because I have no other wool, and the only history of time is the glittering wine in the standout cottage on stage street where I round-about all hairy lore,
stupid as I can't breathe the only time I say please is honorary a beast so let's wonder about the finishing touches now heavenly and...
There’s Scottie in his chair
Tongue firmly in his cheek
Trying to wind up Old Noel,
The highlight of his week.
Noel, over eighty, Veteran
Of the Korean War
Gives as good as he gets
And dishes out much more.
Gordon’s his visiting carer
Sits there with a big grin
Not himself a veteran but
He’s managed to fit in.
Big Dave is eating as usual
Throwing in the odd word,
The vision of him ever fitting
In a tank now patently absurd.
Crann’s the honorary caretaker
Helping out while he waits
For his entry Visa to join
His fiancee over in the states.
Emily the teenaged volunteer
Who won’t take any lip
Has those hardened veterans
Under her slender finger tips.
Tuesday morning at The Centre,
Stacks of admin there to do,
Bur I’ve had to close the office
And get on with the brew.
It’s not yet ten o’clock
The Drop-in looks nearly full
Already starting the craic
The banter and the bull.
So many other people coming
In and out in a steady flow
As one comes in another
Just seems to get up go.
Regimental rivalries
Black Forces Humour
Downright lies and
Manufactured rumour.
Hobbie’s by the door
Taking the whole scene in,
Vic’s chatting to Chris
Who’s sat there with a grin.
That’s the way it used to be
But now it’s closed and gone
In a Covid changed world
Where things have moved on.
So many years we lasted
Existing from day to day
And then for some reason
We seemed to lose our way.
The rise of the Pandemic
Seemed to be the last straw
And the founding spirit just
Wasn’t’ there any more.
The Drop-in that helped so many
Was just too good to last
Like so many valued things
Just a memory of the past.
Precocious boy, yon ere the age of twelve,
Parades vast knowledge, complexity swelled,
Our simplistic share was well understood,
Kept back of minds, preserves naive childhood.
Green imparts years cherished adolescence,
Bottled, we heed, coupled coalescence,
Errant appendages spark normal steps,
Blessed gifted faculties, fellow class frets.
Removed and placed amongst the elder kids,
Baffled apostles sought entertained bids,
A young mind satisfy matured scholars,
Acquaint the novice school well-spent dollars.
Stands amidst the rare few emboss his name,
An honorary plaque glistens the fame,
Hung in the schools enclosed glass curio,
Captured on our family video.
Commencement day, he did stand with the rest,
His valedictory speech of years blessed,
Preteen vested had rivaled teenagers,
Noble college exemplary majors.
Evolved bove academia planes realm,
Ate hamburgers, fries, and an ice cream cone.
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Wispy, you stop it, stop being so cute,
adopter-of-warrior-orphanry spokesKitty.
Little miss adapter to Life on the road
with your beautiful hearted companion,
honorary majestic in your captivity,
of "girls night out, charming the City" and the Firemen.
O "GravyMuppet" kiss of dirty bird, gravy dog tenaciousness, climber of couches,
imp empressor of your mistress.
Artist, drawing of bath water after your drawing
with the feclined matters of scourging,
you laugh in the face of stubborn intestinal closings,
but no blockage in creativity, inn keeping
her on her toes,
or a little piece of you in her hair.
No lack of caring by your mistress through and through, Love persevering, always there for you.
O Cuteness Czar- ina , "oh yes you are",
in the Media Arena, doing your part,
in the filming of Love's Arts, sponsoring hearts.
Captivating, your part~Ropurr".
"Salivating, licking our lips for second meal~Purrina."
P.S.:
With crispy whispy whiskers aligned
with camera light reflection dot pixels-
mirrored in eyes co-signs
co-producer, "GravyMuppet Productions" equals the twinkling star, wink of the Divine, Siriusly an assign,
to those with the heart and shave of a Lion.
Dirty face and pup cupped mop tuft girls, give us more
glossys and blow ups of
tigers chasing courageivity.
Friend images,
may they be destined to join the "gravy-"dog-star" accompanying Orion (the warrior humans who never compromise their heart's integrity, at action time)
, with pink strawberry beret and soul sister-companion, guardian, forever aligned.
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part One
In awe of Bob Dylan’s poetic creations
The war of the villains eccentric provocations
The score of penicillin for preventative medications
The law of premonitions filled with the Holiest vibrations
Refusal to compromise when faced with an ethical question
The commercially incentivised disgrace of advertisements ill-intentions
The indisputable power of a loving embrace when the refurbishments aren’t up to the standards of new inventions
The irrefutable cower of a man without grace when the admonishments he faced are beyond redemption
A placement of perfection by William Wordsworth in his sleep
The boy who cried wolf when he lied about the safety of his sheep
The friend who transcends proof, one so pure you just have to treasure and keep
A challenge from a sleuth so obscure that you’re forced to take an original leap
A visionary that’s borderline scary as the invocations constantly vary
Some people are wary of what they do not understand
Some view complexity as quite contrary as it flows from the palm of my hand
I’m an honorary poetic canary singing what might be viewed as illuminary perspectives on which I will take a stand
But humility prevents me from accepting this undeserved title
As the human races need for pure oxygen becomes vital
You won’t see me at a self-promoting poetry recital
As I hide behind my anonymity I’ve died a thousand times and need a personal revival
A sigh of profound exhalation and meaning
From a soul that resounds in contemplation and dreaming
The story’s told by the rounds of improvisation expressed through sunlight beaming
While I’m growing old and stifling the sounds of my terror, fears and screamings
To be continued next post…
Bugs Bunny’s flippant relaxed attitude and what’s up doc line make him funny
Honorary Marine Master Sergeant with his own star on walk of fame, honey.
His Brooklyn accent makes his signature line terrific as does Mel Blanc’s voice.
He is a cultural icon, according to Charles, Patsy, Ted, Sarah and Joyce.
It is a hoot to watch him walk up to Elmer Fudd who is shooting up the house.
Tap him on the shoulder and say “what’s up doc?” as cool as a fed mouse.
Bugs is my total favorite although I like Woody Woodpecker and Taz a lot too.
I think Bugs is particularly exciting, because he pops up out of the blue.
Has the last line many times, and thwarts Elmer Fudd who gets crazy.
One thing for sure, the cartoonists at Looney Tunes were never ever lazy.
So devastating is the joy this arm brings
To the poor and the needy
With shabby hearts from the titled elite
Heart's illness is a showoff to seal
The foaming chants on the street
And on the news to make awesome headlines
What blessed hearts are they that give in secret!
Not to publish the right hands doings for left hands views
And be composed melodious song be sings
For all they want is fame story so greedy
Which dwells in guise conceits
A honorary free deal
Born out of cares that tears the ought treat
Though must have forgotten the day of fame and praises' deadlines
When time shall be knockedout
To account for memories blackout
There is no measurement for soul it cannot be touched nor felt
just as ignorance precedes sin so does knowledge before soul svelt
Intelligence can come in many forms for some its an obvious equation
agility of numbers, skillful hands, but I prefer the soar of the wise Falcon
When one is soulfully adept one can read people and understand hearts
bypass the mundane and experience the extra ordinary things such as art
Soul intelligence is given to the very few who have lived in search of truth
it is often seen in the old but sometimes we catch it in the eye of the youth
God mastered each soul precociously and devoted his time to perfection
he dimples the soul with his honorary monogram and solid perfection
No greater gift then that of a perfectly enlightened soul and sweet breath
like the rose in the ground the roots of the soul are firm until death
Then we become passengers of the heavens and go back to the gully
where the soul is refined and reformed then sent back with IQ decree.
David the First
In an old photo
I’m being bathed by a boy
looking quite bashful. . .
the first young man to hold me -
my mother’s only brother.
David Bunker
My first love note came
from junior high’s smartest guy -
shy freckled David,
future doctor of acclaim.
For one month I had his heart.
David Williams
Our poet at Soup -
like the one of Bible times
whose psalms soothed a king -
touches us with modern verse
and blesses us with friendship.
(As I went to enter the contest, I noticed I was supposed
to write of only one famous David. Well, I don't know the famous
ones like i know these three. In a way, my middle one is famous.
I just googled him and saw he was on the short list of nominations
for a prestigioius award naming most honorary of all students who
ever graduated from my high school! and of course, our own
David Williams is famous at SOUP!!)
During the great hunger many were forced to roam
They settled in far off lands, that they now call home
But they missed Eire and to connect they found a way
With fellow Irishmen and women on St Patrick’s day.
All over the wide world you’ll find an Irish diaspora
Mainly in the USA , England, Scotland, and Canada
They start off with a colourful parade on the big day
Usually led by a pipe band and they lead the way.
Many will wear shamrocks and something bright green
They're so proud of their heritage and love to be seen
Many will wear leprechaun hats and a false red beard
They look quite menacing, but they are not to be feared.
Many march behind the banners of their home county
Emblazoned with their county crest it's wonderful to see
But the Irish are welcoming and anyone can join in the fun
Colour and religion matter not and it's open to everyone.
After the parade has ended there's music and song
And even if you're not Irish you'll feel that you belong
The Guinness will be flowing along with Irish whisky too
The Irish know how to celebrate, and they'll welcome you.
I urge you to join in the celebrations and enjoy the craic
Once you've had a taste of it next year you'll be back
Everyone becomes honorary Irish on Saint Patrick's day
So, pray for a bit of sunshine and for the rain to keep away.
But the next morning you might wake up with a fuzzy head
And it might be a great effort to get out of your warm bed
A full Irish breakfast the next morn is the cure and that is so
You'll be up and running in no time because I’ve tried it I know.