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THOUGHTS OF BOY JACKSON
'They say "All work without play makes Jack a dull boy."
Then, all play without work should make him a smart boy!'
Right? That's definitely not viewed from good positioning.
Doubtlessly, Jackson's thoughts seem to be malfunctioning.
Life will play with your emotions like it's just a toy.
All play without work only makes Jack a playboy.
The fun of today is only tomorrow's failure decoy.
"All work without play makes Jack a dull boy."
But all play without work will also make him poor.
And reality will come at you like fantastic four.
"All work without play makes Jack a dull boy."
Work & play in order to attain unsumountable joy.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?December 2023.
I attended three sermons in a row
In the neighborhood church on Jackson.
Tear dropped there too, on the quran of mine, sky-blue colored
And on the cover of the hymn prayer book, it strangely rhymed.
Sermon,
On Fridays and Sundays
Are they two unknown roads of Robert Frost?
Equally worn out? Equally taken along frequency?
So that strangers are mostly certain about the Tan, Sine and Cosine?
After an incessant rain , we could tell each other a tale , stopping, “Reign!”
Parentheses are like a memorandum of understanding, priorities of your own.
Papyrus,
After 5 pm, if they all there turn color blind to moo moo all the cows!
Cows that can type, and can create superb hypes!
I pressed, paused and neglected my churned up pasteurization
As for now,
Meaningful work-life -balance will do a sieve analysis, as per annum
Soup egg drops in an ocean of lemon grass
To make a way
As the cook was befitting!
Does not matter anyway, better leave her precious to leave or granted to go!
Silence is gold at times, and dollar values are poisons!
In-Activity or Inactivity
A silence knows the fairest reason!
BARRY BONDS
NOW THERE'S A NAME
THAT SHOULD RESIDE
IN THE HALL OF FAME
AS A ROOKIE
HE SHOWED SOME STRENGTH
HIT HOME RUNS
WITH INCREDIBLE LENGTH
WHEN I FIST SAW HIM
I THOUGHT OF JACKSON
THE WAY HE SWUNG
HIS BAT IN ACTION
BARRY COULD RUN
HE COULD THROW THE BALL
MADE GREAT CATCHES
ON THE LEFT FIELD WALL
AT STEALING BASES
HE WAS A THREAT
SCORING UNEARNED RUNS
PUT TEAMS IN DEBT
PITCH TO HIM ?
WHY WOULD YOU ?
YOU GET THE FEELING
A HOMERUN'S DUE
BEAUTIFUL SAN FRANCISCO
AS FAR AS BALLPARKS GO
IS THE BEST OF ALL THE BALLPARKS
TO DISPLAY A HOME RUN SHOW
RIGHT FIELD HAS SPLASH LANDING
AND IF YOU TOP THE WALL
BARRY LAUNCHED SOME HOMERUNS
AND IN THE BAY THEY FALL
AT NIGHT THEY HAVE THE LIGHTS ON
AND WHAT A TERRIFIC SIGHT
TO SEE A BASEBALL LAUNCHED LIKE THAT
IS POETRY IN FLIGHT
IN A WAY BARRY BONDS
SIMPLY MADE IT CLEAR
BYE BYE BASEBALL
YOU'RE CLEARLY OUT OF HERE
In the news today
I watched in despair
I saw Michael Jackson
With gnats in his hair
I wish this would end
This media plight
Take all the evidence
It will all end tonight
He arrived a little late
Had a warrant for his arrest
Whatever he receives
He'd best not contest
For his fame will not conjure
Neverland is no more
Not for nothing he still is
A media whore
He once was a black man
A key member of the Jackson Five
Transformed into a white woman
In prison he won't survive
They'll take away your jammies
And you can't wear your coat
Your cell mate named Bubba
How soon he will gloat
Does he really molest children
In his own amusement park?
What, does he lure them in
By telling them:
"I'm afraid of the dark"
Martha's no longer there
So you won't have no friends
For the boys hate molesters
Your life soon may end
In the after-life for you
There will no be no pearly gates
Only Bubba in a thong
"I now pronounce you soul mates!"
Now the news is over
I've heard enough for one night
You're going down Mr. black/white man
Hope you have sweet dreams tonight.
Collaborated by father & son.. Richard & Jared Pickett...
Asavvy1
2004
1971 Amtrak service be gone
On October 1st Walt Disney world officially opens
We all really love them candy treats
Really want them chocolate candies Willy Wonka was Gene Wilder
Relative reality
1972 It was arrived at arcade new game called Pong
Can't refuse this offer Francis Ford Coppola film
The Godfather
During the DNC Watergate scandal I was calling my new girlfriend
President Abdel Nasser of Egypt dies
Relative history
1970 I was going to high school was in the 10th grade
Also bought my first record out on Diana Ross present The Jackson 5 Hey!
Apollo lands on the moon I was in my living room
In 1973 completed newest tallest building in the US the city of Tower in Chicago
1973 all US troops were withdrawn from Vietnam
Relative history
George Foreman Muhammad Ali jungle rumble Foreman was real quiet and calm
1974 the UFC barcode developed invented
1975 Matsua/JVC introduce the VHS
January 1976 married that year
Relative history
also in Italy earthquakes in the Philippines tidal waves
Elvis Presley dies
Saturday Night Fever premiers
1977 first US women's astronaut
Relative history
Also that orange stripe sarcastic cat lazy Garfield eating lasagna
Now I need a place a space to put my Atari
Relative history
7/16/14
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2014
I say it was a gift from god the talent that bore your soul, it came so natural to you that from
a young age you knew your lifes role.
you could sing so well but most of all you could dance.
There are millions who would have loved to see you perform but never got the chance.
your music has and will be around for many's a generation. it shouldn't be any other way as
you worked so hard, you deserve the dedication.
However, you did have to witness some very tough times along the way.
but for those who put your life through so much distress, it will all fall back on them someday.
All because people could not understand you where just a child at heart.
Reason being that you missed out on childhood as you had to perform music, right from the
start.
unfortunately for the rest of the world your life has been shortened and now you are gone,
but one thing's for sure your legendary and music will forever live on.
(Monotetra)
He's gone and buried O, how sad
Facts are hidden,there's more to add
News of his death made world mad
This is so sad, this is so sad
There's no King of Pop now
Save he lives in our heart we know
And his music forever will flow
He had to go, he had to go
Nothing can stop in heart the tears
He's at rest and has no more cares
My heart finds solace in prayers
Short were his years, short were his years
He's sleeping at peace while we cry
It is hard for us to say good-bye
Hearing his music makes me sigh!
He just can't die,he just can't die.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
September 14,2009
Author's Note: Another dedication poem that I've written inspired by Michael Jackson.
Nutter Butter. Almond Joy, Mounds Bars, and Cherry Mash.
Those candy manufacturers know how to name to get their cash.
We contenders scoff; we snicker and sneer.
The toymaker crazy idea brigade has just arrived here.
Someone throws out, Betsy Wetsy, Tiny Tears, Shrinky Dinks!
The contest is on, we are throwing down our inks.
Uh-oh. Star Wars George Lucas has entered the fray.
R2-D2, Han Solo, and Chewbacca have paved his way.
I do not mean for imaginations to get crazy, you all.
But is that manly cowboy, John Wayne, giant and tall?
Whew. Relief. False alarm. Just an advertising man.
From the 50’s, with a Marlboro cigarette in his hand.
“See the USA in a Chevrolet,” he screams loud and clear.
“Winston takes good like a cigarette should,” Trixie screams, and all hear.
What are you doing? I hiss, slightly embarrassed, and fully miffed.
Garfield comes in next, with his pal, Heathcliff.
A haughty sixty’s model brings in Beatniks, Hippies, and Happy Faces anew,
Informing us that the 60’s and 70’s was where words really came into view.
What about our urban dictionaries? The 1990’s delegation screams.
We invented words faster than a Mattel toy-namer figured out Barbie in her dreams.
The contest is on, now, the whole imagination convention is dancing and twirling.
My dendrites are hopping, clogging, doing somersaults, flipping and swirling.
What about those music videos? White-gloved Michael Jackson asked.
When his creative prowess enters, everyone promptly is aghast.
Are we doing words, ideas or what? I hear a contender scoff.
Three prissy judges get mad, and two promptly walk off.
No matter what, the creative committee is having a field day,
Meeting in Room Sixty-Two thousand ideas, and we all want to play.
Here’s an idea, one screams loud and clear.
Let’s just throw out some words, and scramble right here!
Trixie is ready to drop our hat into the ring.
She jumps right in there, to do a bit of Jell-O wrestling.
I am proud of my muse. I give her the wink.
She grabs Donald Duck, and she gives him a twink.
Her medal is all over the place, in shades of yellow and pink.
We are having a great time, our ideas on the brink….
Ralph is the most creative quintessential wizard in Jackson County.
A born alchemist, he spins gold out of a variety of fur and bounty.
His laboratory is not open to the public, but he is related to us.
He conjures masterpieces out of bits of fabric, feathers and dust.
A master at his craft, he delights us with an open house each May.
We all head to Kansas City where the old folks get to happily stay.
The young ones ride the waves of Ralph’s gulf stream wizardry.
Frankly there is no place on earth our crazy family would rather be.
Ralph’s confectionary sweet meats are known by one and all.
We beg to come back in a few months, maybe slide in during the fall.
Ralph is too busy thinking, and only wants to see us once a year.
Yesterday I saw Ralph’s newest castle, fit for a diamond, dog or deer.
I broke my ankle badly yesterday in a fall.
I had no intention of going back to work at all.
A friend offered her holiday house for me stay.
I accepted immediately as I needed to get away.
I arrived to a little cabin all cozy and neat.
On the mat ‘Welcome, Please, wipe your feet.’
Inside it was furnished in old world style.
Looked like no one had been there for a while.
Limping, I dragged all my luggage inside,
And went round opening all the curtains wide.
Outside was silent and still, not hearing a peep.
I could see it would be easy to get some sleep.
I started a fire and then fixed a quick snack.
My foot on a stool and I reclined right back.
Through the window I peaked, a man was there.
At first all I could do was stand and stare.
He knocked hard so I opened the door
He politely asked, “What are you here for?”
“I live here, well no, my friend owns this place.”
“Ahh, you know my sister? Is that the case?
Did she tell you that her brother, part-owner,
Chooses to stay here and be quite a loner?”
I replied “There is only one bed, you cannot stay.”
“You are harsh, I have come quite a long way.”
“Well I guess I cant kick a part owner out.
Sleep on the sofa and only quietly move about.”
“You know you are lucky that I am here.
It’s on the radio about an escaped convict to fear.
Being a strong man I will protect you from harm.
So you can stay relaxed and feel very calm.”
“Well that is fine but I don’t yet know your name.”
“Hasn’t my sister mentioned my name? That’s a shame.
My name is Jackson, but I prefer Jack, How do you do?”
“I am Geraldine, but Gerry if its all the same to you,
Here are blankets and pillows, Anything you need?
I am off to bed, I seem to be very tired indeed.”
I went to bed, my friend called my cell phone.
She said “How’s my friend who is accident-prone?
Did you find everything, is there anything you lack?’
“Well, I found your brother” “I don’t have a brother” she answered back.