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EVERY TIME WE WENT TO DO LAUNDRY JAMAICAN SKANK STOLE BATHING SUITS MY BRAA MY PANTIES RIPPING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHOCTS MY EX HUSBAND JAMAICAN STALKER HAS STOOPED TO A WHOLE TIME LOW HIDING IN MY NEIGHBORS DOG ROOM STALKING MY NEW HUSBAND CORRUPTION BREAKING IN OUR HOME RIPPI F MY NEW HUSBAND SHORTS VOODOO JAMAICAN ROOT I REBUKE YOU IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT THEE JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS HELPS HER BREAK INTO OUR HOME TO RIPPED MY DISABLED HUSBAND SHORTS QUITE THE UNUSUAL STALKER INDEED WE ARE ALL AMERICAN MY GOD THIS IS REAL LIFETIME STALKING MY STALKER WAS ACTUALLY SELECTED BY THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BELIEVED MY STALKER COULD CLONE MY IDENTITY TO ACTUALLY COVER THE WIRES ON MY WOMB SHE INSTALLED ON MY WOMB THIS JAMAICAN SKANK BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY NOW SHES OBSESSED WITH MY POW WAR HERO SHE HIDES IN MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS DOG BED LASHING OUT SENDING THREATS STALKING HARRASING OUR BEAUTIFUL MARRIAGE A TERRIBLE BREACH I FEEL SORRY FOR HER IMPERSONATING ME WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHE IS A FAMILY MEMBERS OF THE DRUG CARTEL CONVICTED AS A RESULT OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TOXIC FATAL NOW TARGETING MY WAR HERO THE LENT ON MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS SHORT MY STALKER OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE MALICE SHAME MARTHA BREA WITCH WALKING BACKWARDS LINSTEAD JAMAICA FREE FROM ME NASTY ABSOLUTELY HOW NASTY CAN YOU GET BACK OFF SKANK YOU HAVE GIANT FLEAS I FEEL SORRY LIKE JOHNNY TAYLOR SAYS I FEEL SORRY WHEN YOU CAN'T SAY THIS IS MY VERY OWN I BELIEVE IN YOU LOVE THE ONE YOU WITH GOD BLESS AMERICA
Will you go, John, from the land of your elders, from the land of your friends?
Will it be so, John, that your spot at the table, will always be bare?
It seems to me – some good things have rolled upon the years,
As the seasons swirled about us, as our little lives unfurled;
It seems to me we stood as if two lions against the Fates,
Never wavering in misfortune, never silent in our joys;
It seems to me, the tapestry of life need not be torn,
That existence might well roll on, ever deeper, through all time;
It seems to me, it seems it might be so.
But perhaps you judged it different, John, and perhaps you judged it right;
Perhaps you have a hand to play that’s greater than our ways;
Perhaps there comes a time in which a lion must take his leave.
And if so, John, if so, then, well, well then, well then,
Well then, go, John, across the measure of distance, across the measure of time;
Well then, know, John, that the parting of furlongs, is not the parting of hearts.
It seems to me – some good things, may come when something dies;
That a garden left here vacant is another garden grown;
It seems to me, some glory may well dawn on distant stars;
It seems to me, your life will find its worth;
It seems to me, some part of us, will go to your new land;
It seems to me, some part of you will stay;
It seems to me, we lose a man we cherish in our hearts;
And it seems to me, they’ll know us by the value of our gift.
We love you, Johnny.
A team of adventurers? A group of friends?
They are a family and that will never change.
Hurtling through space on a mission on the Marvel I spaceship, Reed his buddy Ben along with Reed’s girlfriend Sue and her brother Johnny, were accidentally exposed to cosmic radiation, and each gained remarkable superhuman powers.
The FF as they became known, The Fantastic Four became some of their world’s greatest Superheroes.
The group have had many adventures together exploring new realms of the universe and become protectors stopping villains and other threats.
They are Mister Fantastic, The Thing, The Invisible Girl and The Human Torch and will always be the ‘F.F.’
My favorite of their adventures that I remember is when Doctor Doom captures the Invisible Girl. He takes her hostage, and as ransom he makes the FF go back in time to steal magic treasure using her as a hostage so the Fantastic Four will travel back in time to steal the Blackbeard’s enchanted treasure Doctor Doom tells them that he will use the treasure to conquer the world and rule it in peace. The others don’t believe him, so Mr. Fantastic tricks him by swapping the real treasure with cheap chains. Dr. Doom then joins forces with the Sub-Mariner, who puts a magnetic device in the Baxter Building. Dr. Doom uses this magnet to pull him and the Fantastic Four with the building into space.
The Sub Mariner tries to get rid of them so they can’t stop him taking control of the world’s leaders and brings the building back to its rightful position on earth. Dr. Doom is stranded in space on an asteroid. He comes back to earth and there is a lot of switching of minds via berry juice and hallucinogenic juices (Probably LSD and Galactic Shrooms) and Dr. Doom eventually leaves the Fan Four in peace (for now) to go on with other wild adventures, because he mistakenly thinks he had killed Mr. Fantastic, with his superiority. Dr. Doom is a cool character in the Marvel Comics, and the Fantastic Four are all cool Superheroes.
People say I never smile
My enthusiasm is rather mild
Stoic is my style
Mister gray and gloomy
Somewhat blue and moody
But I answer phooey
Don't judge a book by its cover
turn the pages
Who knows what there is to discover
True joy resides inside
Happiness within my friend
Happiness within my friend
Being silly is not my way
Seriousness
doesn't mean Johnny never plays
A false smile chills all hearts
Forced joy makes all depart
Goofy action leads to retraction
Just be yourself for joyful satisfaction
Friends and family know
I may not look like a Happy Ole Joe
But happiness within
Begins with a slight grin
And when I smile
It's always worthwhile
10/22/2007
I wondered who would come to get me.
Would it be Jesus? The Big Man himself?
Maybe Archangel Michael.
I have had this ridiculous death rattle for three days.
It is time to get up there!
I keep guessing.
Elvis? Johnny Cash? Tina Turner?
My favorites who have gone before me.
There is a loud honking now.
I look out my window.
There is a huge Volkswagon Hippie Bus.
Arms are waving!
I leave my body and land inside.
With Jesus, Archangel Michael, Elvis,
Johnny Cash, and Tina Turner.
There is a stranger too.
Who are you? I ask him.
Your main spirit guide he says.
We were afraid you were going to guess
Nine more people, so we had to get you quickly!
In the year of 1853
So poor, it’s to the workhouse for me
No Mum, no Dad no family
I am just another bastard you see
Inside the place it’s cold and damp
I suffer ailments, like colds and cramp
Sitting here I feel so forlorn
Beginning to wish I had never been born
Work in the laundry from dawn to dusk
Living on gruel, and sometimes some rusk
Beaten, starved and they call this home
Is it no wonder I feel so alone
Only ten years old am I you see
I should be living happily
Skipping gaily as a child
A little girl so meek and mild
But here I am so often used
Beaten, damaged and abused
I work so hard every given day
but still get treated in this way
Mr Bartlett runs the home
I think he has a heart of stone
Takes no notice of my plight
Ignores my screams throughout the night
Young Johnny takes such a great delight
IN hurting me, this is my plight
Bullies others, just like me
Would tell but no one listens to me
Calloused hands and chilblains on my feet
As a child I’ve changed, no longer mild and sweet
I have to steal to stay alive
Or sell my body to survive
Another long day, a sad one too
I lost a friend her name was Sue
Found dead in a doorway, having run away
Starved, half naked some did say
My heart grows heavy by the day
In this place I have to stay
Washing, Ironing sheets and things
Whatever arrives, what the rich people bring
Today I feel so tired, my body weighs a ton
And the day has only just begun
By noon I need to go and rest
To an alcove I know best
Down in the cellar, cold and damp
I lie on rags, behind a ramp
Out of sight, not to be seen
No one will know where I have been
As time rolls by, sleep turns to passing
Another child not everlasting
My name is Jenny, but who cares
Just another orphan living downstairs
The plight of children in these times
Can’t be put into nursery rhymes
Sad but true, no one dared
In truth and reality no one cared
For the poor it was the workhouse plain and simple
To the rich, these people were just a pimple
On the backside of society
Not interested in Jenny and where she may be
Another lost soul, no one would miss
Was found early next morning, no one to kiss
Her goodbye, died all alone
No longer in that horrible home
Here's to Johnny Such and Such
wandering up and down the streets
in his funny coat and hat
steering clear of those he meets
Compared to others whom you know
Johnny seems a little odd
A bit unkempt and somewhat distant
His story only known by God
The children point and laugh at him
and grown ups look the other way
never asking how he's been
nor giving him the time of day
But rest assured he has a soul
that yearns for something better still
To be accepted, even loved
his emptiness inside to fill
And for a time he's occupied
a place within our little town
He's never bothered anyone
or gave them cause to wear a frown
I haven't seen him for a while
I wondered where he'd gone until
I came across his grave and marker
high upon this grassy hill
His passing largely went unnoticed
like his presence often did
But he's ingrained within my memory
ever since I was a kid
Now looking up and down the streets
I get the strangest feeling that
If I try, I still might see him
in his funny coat and hat
So here lies Johnny Such and Such
who passed away at sixty seven
He once graced our little town
and now he walks the streets in Heaven
© Mike Wise
11-12-23
Too funny
Do you know when to stop?
No
Did you say you can return?
Sure not me
When did you leave?
How many nickles in a dollar?
Too many
Don't want to carry them around
Give me a dollar, will ya?
What did you ever learn in school?
Surely not manner
Now come to think of it
They don't teach us manners
You do
Hah - not on this watch
Did you say you can get it done in one day?
What? Are you a superman?
Even God can't even get it done in one day
Nah - not even you
Why did you care for the sick?
Wouldn't you? If it were you?
Just kidding - that's why
Do something so beautiful
that it even surprises yourself
What? Know your name
Now you're being cynical
No I am being truthful
Are you done yet?
What? I am not sharing a bathroom with you
Why do you hurry me?
See if Johnny gets here
Who? Jimmy John's
Ahh - those boys are fast
Who are the monsters?
Who knows?
H if I know
Do all go to the same places?
That depends
where you want to go
Now if you want to go McDonald's
Heck no
You can go to that one and I can go to the other one
They have one on every corner
Do I feel like driving in the rain?
No - but what choice do I have?
Rain or no rain
Off I go
Do you ever see who is coming?
No do I ever know they are coming?
They just do
All are in the house
You mean my dogs?
No they are outside
Take you there tomorrow
I can't take me
How?
Haha that's it for now
I am going to bed!
had no breakfast today
but somehow i'll make it
in the usual way
when it comes to hunger
i can take it
at work everything is wonderful
everything is fine
the weather is cool
and bright is the sun shine
no worries what ever
my face has a smile
driving along my mind
drifts for a while
and then it hits me
like a thunderbolt
lighting on the inside
from somewhere in my stomach
straight to my backside
you know that feeling
you know what it is
stomach churning
bubbling bad
something is yearning
and needs to go fast
before i know it
i'm full of hot air
i want to let it go
but i do not dare
look for the box
they call johnny on the spot
but when i get there
the door was locked
standing out side and holding it tight
no matter what their doing
i'm gonna lose this fight
and then it happens
what nature fought to get through
now tell me honestly
has this ever happened to you
You are my life and in that I believe
Always my love will be only for you
Flattering though that sounds I must confess
My first love is chocolate - sad but true
Sensual visions to capture the feel
Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains
Hold that thought even though I love it so much
Must let the dog out before he drives me insane
Shimmering soft on the eclipse of love
Cloudless these evenings of star sprinkled mist
Just looked - no lustrous stars in this sooty sky
But stay for chocolate drizzled cake - I do insist
I drink in your fragrance
Tasting the flavors, your moistened lips
I heard something of interest today,
Chocolate doesn’t go to the hips
Kiss me ‘midst the maples
Kiss me ‘long the shore
Kiss me o’ my precious one
Now and ev’r more
Its thirsty work I must confess
This kissing and walking along the shore
A chocolate sundae sounds rather good
At that quaint little place that I do adore?
I see, I see, in front of me
Dessert, dessert, set out for free
My! you do know how to set the mood
I can’t go past this - you do know me
The night feels right the lights are turned low
What’s this the video has stopped? Hello!!
Johnny has left the building? Just when I wanted more
No matter- my debonair poet of delight
Conjure me up some George Clooney tonight
Well set aside your chocolate pie
For Hollywood is coming by
And as you explore your favorite star
I’ll enjoy that Hershey bar
Oh Fickle Heart chocolate second placed?
From gold to silver - it’s now displaced
Footnote:
I’ve used George Clooney as he is globally acclaimed as the most favored flavor in the ratings.
Personally, I favor the more 'Bono' type - (I love his voice)
Paul David Hewson, known by his stage name Bono, is an Irish singer-songwriter, musician.
Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Chris Green, poet extraordinaire for sparing some of his wonderful talent and collaborating with me to bring you this arrangement.
Copyright © Maria Williams & Chris Green | 12 July 2017