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Thou Art Face Book
Face Book thou art mean to me
will you be my undoing?
From my public bursts of anger
to my public boo hoo hooing.
Opinions that I once confessed
like I like dogs, not cats.
Or how I hate republicans
and I hate democrats.
Sometimes getting full of me
in my boxer underwear.
As I sit here in judgment
not shaved with uncombed hair.
Sitting here behind my screen
not believing what I see!
Reading posts from some unknown.
Did they mean that for me?
How dare they think they know me
as a lump forms in my throat.
After all! The things they know
are only what I wrote!
Woe is me cruel face book
it seems I cannot win.
I get set free from drama
and then I'm right back in.
Betty tossed her salad
Bobby told some lies.
Jerry needs a bath real bad
before he starts drawing flies.
Emma left her lover
Tom found somebody new.
I saw a home made movie.
It looked a lot like you!.
Edwin C Hofert
Jacob R. McGee©
“Jake” was what they called him with respectfulness and awe
Ever’ since he came up here from down in Arkansas
Never was a bully who’d confront our family
Cause my Dad, was the big and bad Ol’ Jacob R. McGee
Theres’ stories told about him right up unto this day
Like when, with just one hand, he picked up a Chevrolet
Or the one about his knockin’ out ol’ Jerry Mason’s bull
But the story ‘bout Jack Savage - now that’s a big earful.
Ol’ Jack Savage was a nasty man, that no one would deny
With many scars upon his face and with evil in his eye
But “Nasty Jack” met a diamondback all people did agree
When he crossed the path and aftermath of Jacob R. McGee
No one knows just why they fought that August afternoon
But Jack lies in the ground within a coffinized cocoon.
And the face of ol’ Jack Savage it went unrecognized
It was ol’ Jacks’ scarred-up face that Jake had pulverized
All Jacks’ ribs were broken, and both his arms were too
The undertaker said ol’ Jack’s neck was twisted and askew
The man who’d done the damage, and walked from the melee
People say it was my Dad, ol’ Jacob R. McGee
Jake passed on some years back and now there’s only me
And no one knows I kicked Jake’s butt when I was fifty-three
I knocked him down to the ground, then tied him to a tree
So let me introduce myself: I’m Chainsaw R. McGee – ya’ want a piece of me?
Lewis Carroll, Harpo Marx,
Albert Einstein, Eminem,
Paul McCartney, Judy Garland –
These are just a few of them.
Add DaVinci and Obama,
Oprah, Jimi and Bill Gates,
Charlie Chaplin, Morgan Freeman –
All have something that relates.
R.B. Ginsburg, Mozart and
Ted Williams and, of course, Babe Ruth,
Helen Keller, Ringo Starr,
Matt Groening and Bart Simpson. (truth!)
Jerry Seinfeld, Larry Bird,
Ludwig B, Spike Lee, Mark Twain
Are among the ten percent
Who use the right side of the brain.
Since today’s Lefthanders Day
Let’s honor all of those who are
As I will with my grandson Henry,
Who’s my lefty fave by far!
A fertilizer salesman from the South
became a famous comic years ago.
When he was young, he made no detailed plans
to rise to wealth and fame. How could he know
he’d someday make the nation laugh and clap?
His love of others and desire to make
them smile with homespun tales came naturally.
His job would be the catalyst to take
him from the stores where he had shared a wealth
of stories to the stage and studio.
Then all could hear of agile John, who climbed
high in a tree to force a coon—or so
he thought—to leave its branch, but soon he yelled,
“Hey! Shoot this thang!” That angry “coon” turned out
to be a lynx. One story of a meal
tells how old Uncle Versey’s pain-mad shout
ripped through the stormy night. When lights were off,
he’d tried to grab some chicken--the last piece!—
resulting in five forks in Versey’s hand.
The struggle for the morsel then did cease.
His scores of stories are still popular,
but to his legacy, there’s so much more.
This Christian entertainer’s Ain’t God Good
describes Depression-era life before
the world knew who he was. He also tells
of his salvation, serving Christ, his years
in college, and the military life.
Each story—real or fictional--endears
his memory to us. Some also will
recall that, for a quarter-century,
this robust comic powerhouse performed
for scores of fans at the Grand Ole Opry.
Lord, send more Jerry Clowers. Let them prove
that laughs are like the rays from Your bright sun,
that we should spread Your light to all around,
that living for You daily can be FUN.
August 28, 2020
entered in the Living It Up for Laughter Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Dear brother, I am writing you this letter,
in my room wearing your high school sweater.
The news I send is not of much import
just thought you’d enjoy a home report.
You best friend Bill and I are going to get married,
but Joe, Frank, Jerry and Hank we’ve had to bury.
You all had to go, I know you had no choice
the entire town waited for the date when they could rejoice.
The day you left many words were left unspoken.
you made me a promise, I hoped would never be broken.
I was still wearing braces and in pig curls
when you went off to that war torn world.
As you know today is the tenth anniversary
of the day our hearts were filled with misery.
I was sitting in the living room when the news arrived
I’ll never forget the sight as I watched as daddy cried.
He fell to his knees and buried his face
seeking relief from Jesus’ loving grace.
Knowing now that dad and you are together
Mom and I can feel a little better.
I’ll seal this letter with my love and a kiss
to my hero brother I sorely miss.
I’ll place this letter near your headstone
with tears in my eyes I’ll slowly walk home.
Oh, little sister, just remember what I've said
Don't you worry 'bout those monsters, hiding underneath your bed
They think they got me scared
Like a frightened little boy
But I got some news for them
I just bought some brand new toys
I have a super soaker, that's filled with holy water
And a Nerf Gun that I nick-name, Welcome to the slaughter
And a GI-Joe, will back me up, he swears he won't retreat
But I had to promise him, plastic's not what monsters eat
And of course I have the Marvels, Spidey,Iron,and good old Thor
The four Fantastic people, and a half a dozen more
But, if they fail their mission, doing everything they can
I promise little sister, I'll be there to hold your hand
by Jerry T Curtis 2014
Green Celebration
Shedding dry leaves since Patrik’s Day onward,
Flora of the Green Earth looks forward,
to wear new Green veil as reward.
My ever Green heart shines emerald.
I join Green celebration in glossy leafy aroma
arranging garden party in Green panorama.
Participants in dress code of Green pro-forma
enjoy delicious nutritious Green salad.
All the invitees owning great Green heart
Restless, quiet, introvert or extrovert,
Trained, dull, swift, slow or expert,
danced in delight on symphony of ballad.
03/20/16
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A subtle whisper into my mother’s ear
by my 15-year-old brother Lawrence Dean
and she proclaimed me Jerry Wayne Brotherton
the prettiest baby boy she’d ever seen
Okay, okay, I hear what you are saying
I might have stretched the truth just a little bit
But in my mind, that’s exactly what she said
and it’s my story so I’m sticking to it
Jerry is old English in origin and
diminutive of Gerald (The ruling spear)
In 1941 the name reached its height
but then slowly it started to disappear
Sadly, the name grew less and less popular
until it very nearly became extinct
Unfortunate that I was born sixteen years
after this great name had climbed up to its peak
Alas that set the very tone for my life
whenever it comes to money, fame, or sport
the never-ending motto that will begin
to describe my fate “day late and a dollar short”
Jerry had a big bad wolf
Who followed him to Sunday school,
Heaven school,
BrightLight toxic school,
Jerry had a big bad wolf
whose hair was black as coal,
black as death,
black as stole
his power soul,
Jerry had a big bad wolf
which was against the rule,
golden
non-violet
not black and blue
in nonSunday secular school
born against God's imaged
sacred tool,
Black through white
transparent in green goddess light
non-violet she-wolf black and bright
gratitude for godly thrival days
and wild goddess
wolf-bred
sacred nights,
Passions unscared
unscarred
without cosmic frights
restoring green peace
and non-violent just delights.