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The children gathered down in front,
All sprawled about without a care.
The preacher gave a homily
While little Susie twirled her hair.
O, to make some moral imprint,
How the preacher tried and tried!
Tommy tracing in the carpet,
Becky, listless, fussed and cried,
Johnny hanging off the lectern,
Billy, underneath the pews.
So it plays out every week as
Little ears receive good news.
Rounding third and losing steam,
With one last chance to bring it home,
"What's the best gift you have gotten?”
Asked the preacher while they roam.
Jimmy says, "A bright red scooter!"
Maggie yells, "big screen TV!"
"Yesterday I got my ears pierced!”
Sally stands for all to see.
"When I got my baby puppy!"
Loudly squealed another child.
"Jesus on the cross for me,"
Said Mary then, and Grandpa smiled.
I hear protesters comin’, comin’ round the bend
And I ain’t left the house since I don’t know when
I’m stuck in Covid Prison and time keeps draggin’ on
But the protesters keep comin’
Closer to my home.
When I said well maybe, my Doctor told me why
I oughta get the shot just so I didn’t die
When I hear that mob a screamin’
I hang my head and cry.
I bet there’s rich folks eatin’ in a fancy dining car
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee and chattin’ from afar
But I know I had it comin’, I know I can’t be free
But those protesters keep chantin’
And that’s what tortures me.
If I were freed from Covid prison
If that vaccine card was mine
I bet there’d be no protest, everything would be just fine.
Far from Covid prison, that’s where I want to stay
And I’d let those screamin’ vaxxers
Throw my masks away.
**WITH APOLOGIES TO JOHNNY CASH…..
A Poem Of WW1
ANZAC Day
25th April 2018
Let’s have at Johnny Turk
Winston Churchill said,
We’ll secure the Dardanelles,
Keep our Russian trade fed.
His words so casually uttered
May have had to be eaten
Johnny Turk was well Generalled
And not so easily beaten.
The naval campaign to start
Was, at a price, repelled,
The following land invasion
Was resisted and held.
After eight cruel months
Our forces were withdrawn
Half a million dead and wounded
Left for both sides to mourn.
They came from India, New Zealand,
Australia, Canada, Europe as well
Only to leave their bones
In Gallipoli’s Hell.
And so it ended,
A campaign of disaster
With massive repercussion
Felt for so long after.
Constantinople never taken,
The Ottoman Empire in shreds,
Turkey arisen from the ashes which
Gallipoli General Attaturk led.
Words attributed to Attaturk
On a plaque overlooking the Bay
Honouring the dead of all Nations
Still stands to this very day.
Eighty one cemeteries and memorials
Now overlook that battle’s scene
The only mute and grim reminder
That a disastrous campaign had been.
And so we parade each year
To respect and honour the memories,
Of those that survived and those
Resting in foreign cemeteries.
This Poem was read out by Padre Ralph Catts, our Honorary Padre, at Hull Cenotaph ANZAC Day Parade. I had the honour of laying a wreath on behalf of Hull Veteran Support Centre. The Poem was written for the occaision.
"Morning Routine"
Oh what a Humpty Dumpty morning!
Good morning sunshine, oh my shoes are shining polished with love by Mr Sunshine, oh that is my dad!
Mr Sunshine : Lalalala! Morning children did you pray,say and play? Before you do that remember "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy!" So when you wake up you....?
Johnny : Hello Mr Sunshine, oh you are so bright , right , white and nice!
Hahahaha! Sunshine you are delight! You provide us with Vitamin D. When you wake up you...
1. Say a payer.
"Heavenly Father, thank you for the morning though l am just yawning , l thank you.
Amen."
2. You wash your face , watch your pace and tuck in your bed with grace , oh yes!
3. You brush your teeth, not with meat or wheat but with grit. A happy smile a happy chat.
4. You eat breakfast. Bananas do not do bananas. Cereal , imperial , visual and serial bliss, yay! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
The End.
beauty is not a quality to her
she has a touch of commonality
comely borders
yet never intrudes
her face radiates ease
comfort in this world
shorn of life's common asunder
a knowing within
life is where it should be
her eyes grasp you into a solace
where dawn is a promise
placid waves lap the meadow
everything within the universe is at rest
the sunset is a glory in the alleviation
and as she passes a plate of warm
chocolate cookies fresh from the oven
it is not in these treats i revel in gratitude
the touching of her hand
as the plate is passed
the simper she wears so well
the heavens beckon in her eyes
where i see the soul she is
beauty is a Johnny Quid wake-up call
the siren's delusion
no beauty is not a quality to her
she calls to mind the commonality
those angels who must fill
the corners of heaven
with their common voices
Plato believed love was a mental illness
possibly his problem was a fixation on beauty
and why the School of Athens
had but one woman
many of the great names in philosophy
were never married
i believe it is
because they could not conceive
someone without an enchanting beauty
holding a tray of chocolate cookies
be equal and worthy of their love
no doubt many a student
in a group discussion did quip
in lowered breath about Hypatia
but can she cook and clean
late at night as i finish my nightly prayer
i sometimes wonder if the School of Athens
counted among its' worthy students
sitting at tables exchanging ideas
how we could improve life on Earth
what grand philosophy could free
this fate of manunkind
might have come from
those who cooked and cleaned
OKC 3/30
Fred Astaire was king of tap
Biggie Smalls was huge in rap
Carson (Johnny)ruled TV
Dylan’s songs are poetry
Elvis made the girls all swoon
Frank Sinatra loved to croon
Greta Garbo hid from sight
Hitchcock gave us all a fright
Isaac Hayes’ voice dips low
Johnny Depp steals every show
Kenny G can blow that sax
Larry David can’t relax
Michael Jackson changed his face
Norah Jones embodies grace
Oscar Wilde wrote books and plays
Peter Falk had piercing gaze
Quincy Jones finds music stars
Raitt (That's Bonnie) rocks guitars
Sally Field lights up the screen
Tony Kushner nails each scene
Uma Thurman makes men drool
Viggo’s talented and cool
William Shatner’s still around
Xin Xin Xiong in films is found
Yoko Ono married John
Zach Braff’s big on Amazon
All this talent, A to Z
Keeps us entertained, agree?
for Cyndi MacMillan's ABC Couplet contest
Dedicated and with thanks to "Lash" who inspired
this, lived it, and cried as he told me.
Peace keepers they called us
But we’re just uniformed fools
Paying lip service to security
While terrorists broke all the rules.
That’s my best mate
Sitting over there
Eyes fixed on the wall
In a long blank stare.
His body’s all a tremble
He’s nodding his head
I try to catch his attention but
His eyes are blank and dead.
That last street patrol
Was just one patrol too far
In his mind he’s still seeing
That fast burning car.
The child he’s holding tightly
As he smothers out the flames
The mother holding another
Screaming out their names.
Just innocent people
Who happened to walk past
Caught by chance in
That car bombs blast.
It seems to me he’s in
A near catatonic state
So I guess for now I’ve lost
Another long standing mate.
It’s down time now
A wad and a smoke
Somebody cracks
A spirit lifting joke
But my best mate is still
Well away from it all
That glassy eyed stare
Still fixed on the wall.
The medics are coming
They’ll sedate him to bed
See what they can do
To sort out his head.
It just won’t be the same
Now that he’s gone
I’ll miss him like hell
But this life still moves on
Back out in the streets we made sure
We didn’t act without due thought,
Some trouser polishing johnny lawyer
Would’ve have had us up before the court.
Twenty Year Veteran
December Seventh, Nineteen Forty One,
Was the Day I Turned Eighteen.
I Immediately Joined the Service
And Discovered Things I'd Never Seen.
I Went to Korea in Fifty Nine,
And Was Wounded in the Shoulder.
I Came Back from There,
Just Glad I'd Be Getting Older.
I Was a Twenty Year Veteran,
In Nineteen Sixty One.
You Would Think I'd Had Enough,
But I Felt I Wasn't Done.
I Was Sent to Vietnam,
A Leader Now of Men.
I Know I Had Been Happier,
But I Couldn't Say Just When.
Then Things Completely Fell Apart,
That Day We Fell under Attack.
The Smoke Finally Cleared Away
And I Saw the Blood on Billy's Back.
I Remember How Johnny Held Him,
Crying to God, "Why Was He Dead?"
I'll Never Forget the Way Johnny Cried,
"Why Didn't You Take Me Instead?"
All of Those Boys Died There.
Those Five Friends in Vietnam.
I Died Not Long after and Joined Them.
Johnny, Billy, Luke, George....And Tom.
Connie Moore
There lives a girl named Aoibha
A clever, gifted writer
She has a sister, Lilly
A little ankle-biter
They're always close together
They're seldom far apart
They share all that they're given
Some say, they share a heart
While Lilly Rose, she picks her nose
Miss Aoibha's writing stories
With fish-hooks dangling, from their toes
They're catching Johnny Dories
So if you're feeling 'iffy'
And not so full of 'cheer'
You'll feel a whole lot better
When you have your sister near
An early little riser
Lilly Lashes spins her stories
Her listening sister Aoibha
Hears her early morning glories
A love so pure and gentle
And a beauteous curious mind
With wondrous thoughts of exes and noughts
Let’s leave the world behind
Fly with me to the Moon, sis
Or a far off distant star
There’s no-one knows us better
Than the ‘soulful wills’ we are
So if you’re feeling ‘iffy’
And not so full of ‘cheer’
You’ll feel a whole lot better
‘Cos we’re sisters, far and near
I heard their faerie voices and they sounded far away
ran to get a magnifying glass to check out their fancy sway
it was three mini-faeries dressed in such finery galore.
decked in turquoise, lime and emerald, beautiful and more.
who made your outfits I asked the impressive dazzling three.
they did not speak as I did, their words were gibberish you see.
I was amazed at how hard they tried, they were truly beautiful.
spotted monarch came by and they sailed away, their mission dutiful.
I waved goodbye and forgot to get a selfie, so that is on me.
no one has believed my story about these gorgeous three.
one was a male who looked a lot like Johnny Depp, of course.
glad they got away before the grass was trampled by a horse.