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On a hot August night in Memphis
At the tinder age of forty two
Behind the gates of Graceland
America lost its tune
Gather round the throne room
The king is sadly dead
On the cold linoleum floor
Is where he last laid his weary head
Fought so many battles
In the star filled lonely life he lived
If you're keeping score this is one war
That he lost the battle in
His scepter it was golden
His voice it was the same
He just lost his soul is all
Somewhere along the way
With papers read the words they bled
Out on the written page
Tears that poured as the world all mourned
And still do to this day
So bow your heads the king is dead
Elvis has left the building after all
Although long gone there is still the song
And he still is the king of rock and roll
Thinking the other day of the exact place I was standing when I heard the news of Elvis's passing August 16, 1977 and this came to mind. Not the hugest Elvis fan in the world but boy could he sing!
I fought one piggish Titan and I won
As if that devious Leech existed not;
Sealing the very firy nose of his gun
With ball-like rags to sap every shot.
A long-lionized mogul of giant name
Slew my low fists by a magic stroke;
Vilest Judas glossing in pesty fame,
I his two-timing fang spookily broke.
I know not if such a scheming villain
Fickle arms dim for want of glut gain,
Ever shall by Time's rare marvel floor,
And ink selfsame serendipities more.
May the Highest Star your ochre clip,
And pelt plagues and fates your ship;
Until Hades her filthiest minion finds
Sulfurous frying betwixt fallen minds.
May your fiendish bow of foxy veneer
Snap mid-hunt as looms hugest deer,
And life's fave tooth turn fatal sore;
Your daintiest morsel tartest grow!
The Paper Clip
They were such a lovely couple
From a very very rich family
I was invited to
The birthday party
She was all of three
Adorable and soon ever more sweet
Once the candles were blown
That huge cake would be such a treat
Now the presents were a plenty
Clothes, jewelry, toys
Dolls, doll houses and bikes and more joys
I was somewhat shy, mine was not so grandiose
I had wrapped in an old cigar box
Another box much smaller
Inside a third box even smaller
Inside that me gift
A small piece of paper
Folded with a bright red paper clip
A wee little poem
That said these simple words
You are a treasure
Hidden inside these many boxes
So beautiful and worth the discovery
You are the jewels of life, you so lovely
I had drawn a pretty princess
On the paper fine in pink redress
I read her the words
From the bottom of my heart
Her eyes lit up so bright
I got the hugest biggest hug in sight
She ran away with a paper clip and
Three old cigar boxes
In a child’s happiness and
Pure delight
I sighed
The gift was so just right!
An afterthought from ancient times
The Poetry of Wine
Gifts that come from the heart
Light up the soul
When you gaze into a starlit sky
Count the millions of gifts from the heart
Their goodness shall shine
Upon us mortals
On my power walk this morning,
When my mind was in a muddle,
I was suddenly confronted
By a toddler in a puddle.
Now, the puddle was humongous -
It was like a little lake;
And this little boy was stomping,
Leaving ripples in his wake.
Though at first I thought him barefoot,
He had sandals on his feet
And his face displayed the hugest grin
You’re ever bound to meet.
Standing near him with his stroller,
Looking both amused and calm,
Was his parent waiting patiently –
Of course, it wasn’t mom.
For it surely takes a father
To not care if he got wet.
Neither cold nor dirt nor water
Would be thought of as a threat.
Yes, a father’s meant for frolic,
Not a part of the routine;
And cavorting in a puddle’s
Much more fun than keeping clean.
Yet I wish that I’d been witness
(I’d have gotten satisfaction)
To that father’s shock when he got home
And saw his wife’s reaction.
I bought the "hugest" pot I found
It's very tall, extremely round
I had enough with four teenagers
Killers of eardrums and Pizza beggars
I Googled recipes for "Turtle Soup"
I dreamed of flavors, carrots and this "group"
Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Rafael
Mutants in green - they jumped and almost fell
When coming in my kitchen they all at once in awe
"Mutant Ninja Turtle - The Gourmet Recipe" they saw
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So now I quietly enjoy my veggie soup
A slice of pizza and an ice-cream scoop...
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I hear cheering chimes pealing far,
Beyond travails' veneers which blur
Tomorrow's rainbow scenes' glare;
Robing in glooms fine seasons fair.
Which wise to thank knows not I
As gold-dew greets from the sky,
Ushering in fresh starts on slates
Of pristine lot after fiercest fates.
Ahead still skulk facades dull,
Portending night's faking pains;
Posing askew out of envies null,
Shrouding rays on morn's plains.
Yet what eyes of flesh mayn't espy,
See ones within of crystalline light;
Untwisting stars cast in dims to die;
Shaming jets that soot ivories white.
And whilst at last loom shiny sights
Of respite hour's rarest viands' bites,
I'll hugest vollies of unmetered joys
Lilt past all ears and cherubs' voice.