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Do any of you guys wake up feeling great
And can't figure the reason why
Don't question it, just go along with the flow
High five every passer by
Some will smile and wish you a good day
While others will just walk on by
Mumbling things like “What's up with him?”
“Escaped from the funny farm” they sigh
Wanna know the secret to a stress free life
One with perpetual good times
Where every damn day is hunky dory
And the big old world is in rhyme
It doesn't always have to be like a fairy tale
Always living happily ever after
Just seven days a week would be fine with me
With good times and lots of laughter
Let me know if I'm overdoing this stuff
Love sharing my happy with you
Been on this kick for quite a long while
So get off your butt and giggle too
It's surprising how youthful I feel
Though I'm aware it's not for real
In the mirror stands an aged biddy
My heart boom-a-bangs till I’m giddy.
There's some wrinkles starting to appear
On my face once so soft smooth and clear
Without makeup I’d surely breakup
If it’s a dream please let me wake up.
In days of youth I’d bonny brown haiir
Now it’s a silvery crown I wear
In mind is the youth I used to be
In the mirror it’s not me surely.
Foolish maybe, but the youth of old
Inspires my muse through the pen I hold
For when I’m penning my poetry
Youth’s my light of creativity.
In memory we're forever young
Though maybe the image is far-flung
O for those days of hunky-dory
In the splendour of youthful glory.
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7th May 2023
Delicate crystal white blue of the gorgeous freshly-fallen snow
Makes me want to sing a Christmas carol everywhere I go.
The prettiness of the day, takes me breath away, in glory.
I am thinking everything on earth must be hunky dory.
Christmas is on her way, and people are nicer than ever.
The icicles glisten with a beauty that is insanely clever.
The crisp fresh look of the meadow makes me want to sing.
I think winter is the more beautiful than almost anything.
Then I get into my car and slide around my driveway.
I crash into the porch, and end up with a car door sideways.
My husband comes out and yells at me, and it is not even my fault.
Who was in charge of putting down some cat litter or salt?
I am halfway to work, cringing, because the highways are so slick.
My I-phone rings, but I ignore it. Keeping this car on the road’s the trick.
I get to work and no one is there, so I call my boss to ask what’s up.
School is cancelled for inclement weather, she tells me. I spill my coffee cup.
It was a good morning until...OUCH!
Oh snap! Sharp pain I suddenly felt
in lower back sitting up from couch;
a temporary blow dealt....
and this ain't the first time either!
Back pain creeps up every now and then,
though pain-killers give me a breather.
I'm not alone, it nags so many men!
It never stops me, though. Life goes on!
Morning was rough, but hunky-dory now.
Hallelujah! My vexing pain is all but gone.
Thank God for Percocets! Two words: cat's meow.
*true write*
Submitted for...
It Was A Good Morning Until.. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Date written: 02/16/2021
Computers can absolutely drive us to drink
It's programmed into their memory
Just when we think things are all hunky dory
It lets us down unceremoniously
To frustrate us more we even lose some data
Though we often hit “command/save”
But wouldn't you know it this was the exception
To these monsters we're truly enslaved
The damn things treats us like a piece of crap
I'm sure there are gremlins inside
Trying to turn us into some raving maniacs
Delight when they see us cry
Can't live with them, can't live without them
They've got us by those short curlicues
It's almost like they enjoy watching us struggle
But give in we absolutely refuse
They can drive us to drink, a bloody caesar
Every single night before bed
Oh for the days before technology reigned
When people ruled the world instead
© Jack Ellison 2015
Hens and Roosters in the barnyard
living in symbiotic relationships
each searching for kernels of corn.
Taking turns with beaks they snip
scorned and pecked. What the heck?
How hard should it be to get along
even when some foul fowl are wrong?
Cockadoodle don't squawk at me...
Why can't you see
peace in the barnyard is a reverie.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't scratch, peck and complain
when you don't garner fame.
There should be no pecking order
Don't point the finger of blame
when you don't know the root
from which the clawing came
or you'll feel the farmer's boot.
Don't be misled by words of ruse
from roosters or hens on the loose.
They're out to suck up the worm
in the early morning sun...
their charade has just begun.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't tell me this is a fabrication...
of a chicken barnyard story.
This is merely an observation
of things that are not hunky-dory
Beware the fox, lurking near
feathers ruffled in the barnyard
Cockadoodle don't live in fear
of a fox, a wolf, a fraud.
Keep safe the eggs in your nest
Don't leave your children unguarded
Outwitting the fox is a test
One for which you'll be rewarded.
They squawked and squawked
scratched and scratched
Roosters and hens in the barnyard.
"Cockadoodle Don't Will Open the Gate,"
is the title to a new hen house song.
Computers can absolutely drive us to drink
It's programmed into their memory
Just when we think things are all hunky dory
It lets us down unceremoniously
To frustrate us more we even lose some data
Though we often hit “command/save”
But wouldn't you know it this was the exception
To these monsters we're truly enslaved
The damn things treats us like a piece of crap
I'm sure there are gremlins inside
Trying to turn us into some raving maniacs
Taking great delight when we cry
Can't live with them, can't live without them
They've got us by those short curlicues
It's almost like they enjoy watching us struggle
But give in to these things we refuse
They can drive us to drink, a bloody caesar
Every single night before bed
Oh for the days before technology arrived
When people ruled the world instead
I'm not overly fond of receiving a family's annual gushing story,
In the form of a Christmas Letter stating that all is hunky-dory.
I received one the other day in which they told the honest truth,
And I'll relay its contents though of me it may be somewhat uncouth!
"My son Jimmy who was in the army gave a sergeant a lot of sass,
And was unceremoniously invited to leave the service by the army brass!
Daughter Sarah became in a 'family way' bringing me much disgrace.
The father of the kid left the state and of him there is not a trace!"
"Son Robert attempted to rob a bank and now languishes in jail.
The judged sentenced him to twenty years sans the benefit of bail.
My husband up and left me for that hussy waitress at Joe's Cafe.
That left me with little money, having to keep bill-collectors at bay!"
"My sister fell on hard times and moved in with her three little brats.
She also brought along three hounds, a nasty parrot and two hissing cats!
My trusty old 85 Chevy blew a rod and left me without wheels;
I can't afford another car because of outrageously high-priced deals!"
She goes on to say, "I hope all has gone well at your house this year.
As you can see, this past year ain't been one for me of great cheer!"
I appreciated her honesty but found her dismal plight quite appalling.
Her letter left me quite bereft and before you know it, I started bawling!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Such egoistic heads tell not to worry
And at our back talk oscillatory
Bad about us, creating a crematory
Where they bury their own glory.
They have a bad attitude of sanatory
Coward, showy, deceitful, predatory.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
I too had such a mad hoary
Who was ready with an itinerary,
Where all bad & deceit come corollary
As she had a base habit of obfuscatory.
She knew less concepts contemporary
And thought herself vital primary.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if I hunky-dory?
We knew those emotions were vapory –
Happy, then sad, angry then nugatory!
Her emotions changed as witch’s allegory,
Hate, spurn, prune are her favourite mandatory:
Now singly fights with colleagues hortatory;
Alas! Does not know her faults & category.
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if hunky-dory?
At first I tried to be a promontory
So that I can save her crematory;
Blind with pride, less corroboratory,
She spurned me having derogatory.
Now also I pity her as she is a hoary
But wish she improves her oratory.
An Easter Bunny Rhyme
Easter’s the time for a bunny rhyme
Come hopping in line to church bells chime
Twitch noses as if smelling roses
Sing bunny rhymes of Easter posies.
If you should join an Easter egg hunt
Move with a thumpety-thump-thump-thump
Share your findings as true friends should do
Sharing’s a hunky-dory virtue.
Sing of the pain that Jesus went through
Hung on a cross for me and for you
Upon a hillside so faraway
Yet rose again on Easter Sunday.
Sing a bunny rhyme in voices clear
Alleluia’s for Easter is here
Honour Lord Jesus for loving you
Sing for bunnies who love Jesus too.
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Easter - 7th April 2023
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