Long Kenny Poems
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Dear Fellow Soupers, I see why the Chef doesn't like the Library I have to leave now but I will be back tomorrow and finish my Soup Mailing. For those of YOU who are waiting for a Soup Mail I will tell You the purpose of the mail (I will still Soup Mail You)
Quote from the Chef - "I am not walking around with tubes up my nose and a mask on my face" My request is for Harry's Family- Poetry Soup to make him promise to use his Portable Oxygen Tank. Chef is assuming I will not run to the doctors and tell them he is not using it He may be right If he asks me to write to any of the responses Positively I know Harry won't break his word to his Family Respectfully Yours, Kenny A Fledgling Poet
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Christmas Eve in the Gardner household
With mum’s prep for next day going well,
When her two boys, 9 and 7, began to fight
And Mike, her oldest, decided to tell
His brother Kenny, that there was no Santa
“Yes there is,” yelled Kenny, “that’s a lie!”
“No it’s not,” said Mike, “it’s just dad dressed up.”
Mike went quiet, and then started to cry
Mum came through when she heard the commotion
And asked Kenny, why he was so sad
“Mike told me that there is no Santa.”
She turned to Mike and told him, “That’s bad.”
“Well there isn’t,” said Mike, “it’s you and dad
Who put our presents under the tree,
At least, that’s what they’re all saying at school
And what Jimmy Jones told me.”
“And you believe everything Jimmy Jones says?”
Mum asked Mike taking charge of the situation,
Knowing that Jimmy was known for his lies
Perhaps she could use him, as damage limitation
Mike thought for a while; then he quietly said
“No I don’t, because he sometimes tells lies.”
Then he went over, and gave his brother a hug
Saying, “I’m sorry I made you cry,
It’s Christmas Eve, you shouldn’t be sad
Santa’s coming to bring us new toys.”
And with peace restored, they ran up to their rooms
Mum went back to work, thinking, ‘Boys!’
Scene 2 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility, Doctor Mendelsohnn's office.
"Good Afternoon, Mr Potter, I am Doctor Eric Mendelsohnn. I have some
forms for you to sign. This is the payment arrangement to be electronically transferred
the first of each month" "Whoa, wait a minute, I want to know why Mr. Johnson was
sent here anyway" "He accosted 2 hikers in the woods" " In his woods, on his property,
200 feet from his home." " The lady and gentleman were afraid, his hair was flying everywhere His beard was unkept, and he wasn't dressed in hiking gear or carrying a back-pack" "He wasn't hiking he was out on a nature walk, Chef could walk that mountain blindfolded and never stumble"" Look all I know the police brought him here in cuffs. He was ranting and raving about his Rights. I felt compelled to admit him for observation and testing; which he failed; in my opinion as a physchologist." " You
know what you can do with your opinion" " Mr Potter calm down, we have Mr. Johnson sequestured in the adjoining room. His memory is failing, and He shouldn't be left alone on top of some mountain. I am going to give him some cognative thinking test now, your more than welcome to sit in on the interview""that's a good idea, I'm not signing anything until I see for myself that he's forgetful" " Please right through this door""What the F***, take that off of him right now" Mr Potter he is a danger to" "I said NOW!!
Chef are you ok" "Kenny are you taking me home: Please" "Look Doc, I'm getting a bit pissy with you right now. Get that Straight- jacket off of him right now. He recognized me right off, I don't see any signs of forgetfulness." "Ok the restraints are off can we get started now." "No, not here. let's go outside" "I don't think that is a good idea, there is too many people out there to do any responsible testing" " Ok, You said he
has a temporary room, Do it there" " Very well"
Scene 3 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascility; Chef's room.
Started writing poetry then joined Poetry Soup
When submitting a poem I’m really cock a hoop
Have a cyber brother I did meet on line
Think he's quite amazing his poetry's divine
He said one day we were separated at birth
His comment amused me and filled me with mirth
Soon was confirmed we certainly were twins
Both write silly poetry and both have hairy chins
My cyber sister Jan started my big old heart a-ticking
Since entering my life it's sure been a-clicking
Wake up each morning can't wait for sister Jan
Even check my inbox before going to the can
She never disappoints though we're an ocean apart
Start's my motor racing, got a hold of my heart
Haven't figured out why I deserve such a friend
Separated at birth we'll be friends to the end
Noticed on some comments people call him ‘Kenny’
He’d love to sing with Dolly – I guess he’s one of many
Jack and Dolly’s greatest hits I see it in my mind
But Cathie said no, I guess she’s being real kind
From Jack’s picture, think he’s more like a Santa
We get on great as bro and sis with much silly banter
I’m so very fortunate to find my cyber brother
If I had to choose one I couldn’t wish for another
It's a well known fact, Brits lack a sense of humour
Sister Jan sure puts a kibosh on that silly rumour
She makes me cackle and wet my pantaloons
Sometimes I snort like a silly old buffoon
At my ripe old age of fifty-eight plus twenty
Things don't work well, I have heartburn a plenty
But the heartburn I have is caused by my love
For dear sister Jan's given my heart a big shove
Collaboration between J Allison and J Ellison
© Jack Ellison 2014
I met her the other day
At a friends house par-tay
She danced gracefully
Me, geriatrically
I liked the way she looked
Like bait, I was hooked!
When she left, I got plastered
Woke up like a useless bastard
Realizing I’d forgotten
What her name was - I’m so rotten!
I hardly know her from my soap
But wishful thinkers - we have hope.
I pondered her for hours
While disarranging flowers
A petal at a time
As I sang that senseless rhyme:
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
Before I lost the plot
I thought she was called… Peggy?
It wouldn’t matter to me
If her name was Half Past Three
Even though it doesn’t rhyme
With a petal at a time
The whisper of it rings
A bell for he who sings:
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
What her name was - I forgot
Maybe it was… Jenny?
That social app on my mobile
Led me to her public profile
I touched her likeness, held my breast
Then sent off a ‘friend request’.
Tears of joy joined petal mess
The silly lass clicked on ‘Yes’.
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
I may smoke too much pot
But you know she’s not… Kenny!
Oh my god, it’s not funny
I pocket dialed her from the dunny
Left a message most unfit
Told her to delete it!
The last petal I plucked
Told me… I sucked!
She lets me rot, she loves me not
She listened to my bowl shot!
She’s right to let me rot you know
Her proper name is Penny!
Penny, Penny, Penny, Penny…
She’s right to let me rot you know
Her proper name is Penny!
I am listening to Kenny G,
The music is mellow;
I need someone to love me,
Love me tender.
Shining the suite in the room,
I oil the mirror, it doesn't have to show me
Myself as if everything is alright,
If it don't do it well,
I might so well crack it.
There's this girl next door,
She is slim to the tip,
She won't love me tender.
Let me try the lady on the phone,
What a velvet voice,
She won't love me tender.
The lady up the road, slender,
She keeps giving me eye contact,
She won't love me tender.
Slept alone late last night,
I don't want to keep doing this,
Staring at the wall till
The dawn comes.
Only you can love me tender.
Solomon sang, a woman made him,
Tears start running down my eyes,
Only you can love me tender.
The Legend of Jazz Soup Man, listen close/
This cat, He’s got the chops, deep, digging, negotiating chord changes, blowing you away with hip to the bone genre bending melodies, Improvising on his tenor horn/he was born to play jazz/
he's got a ghetto heart with voodoo upbrings that resonate with the soul of the city/
Leaning on the giants, the bebop greats, Kenny Clarke’s, Charlie Christian’s, Bud Powell’s keys, Bird and Diz/
He was a jazz monster, A force on the bandstand, no fake books, Just pure, Unfiltered, altered states of consciousness, on a single note/
sculpting sound, creating worlds, that you could see and hear as he played/
It was either free jazz, or Bebop deluxe, and oh, how he blew the jazz masters away, At the jazz junction, A hidden gem down on High Top Way/
where the smoke curled like dreams, where the jazz vibe came alive, and women drank distilled whiskey/
What was his name? In whispered respected tones, they called him, Jazz Soup, A blend of rhythm jazz bebop and soul, a symphony of spontaneity/
Living and breathing jazz, man, He was the bebop jazz hipster of the night, with every note he blew, it was a swinging serenade to a jazz feelin'/
at that moment, we all dug deep and understood/
Jazz isn’t just music, It’s a way of life, a celebration, a story, And his name? forever etched on graffiti walls in the city by the bay/
Jazz Soup, the legend, the man who turned bebop into a world sound/
I'm the gambler with the empty hand
Even though she believes in me
Through the years, I've folded every plan
Twenty years ago, our skies were sunny
Even though she believes in me
They said, don't fall in love with a dreamer
Twenty years ago, our skies were sunny
As I chased islands in the stream
They said, don't fall in love with a dreamer
My lady lost much more than money
As I chased islands in the stream
Lucille, you shouldn't have bet on me
My lady lost much more than money
Through the years, I've folded every plan
Lucille, you shouldn't have bet on me
I'm the gambler with the empty hand.
3/21/20
Kenny Rogers songs:
The Gambler
She Believes in Me
Through the Years
Twenty Years Ago
Don't Fall in Love with a Dreamer
Islands in the Stream
Lady
Lucille
Are my Dreams reality or is Reality my dream // Dreams, reality / Dreams
As I slumber in the Ebony Valley Of Death // Ebony valley of Death / Ebony death
Hear Heaven's Hymns,Hell Screams //Heaven's hymns,Hell Screams /Hell screams
To be Contiued
Dedicated to Yoni Dvorkis
Typers Note - Yoni several years ago you asked Chef why he used so many Capitol letters. I too had asked him, yesterday he told me why. In most instantses the capitols
are another Poem inside the Poem as above. If the first word of the line is part of the Poem the whole word is Capitolized. This Poem = a Haiku and another Poem. There are 5
Hiaku in this Poem when it is done. I will send you the whole poem(s)
I wrote you a Soup mail with the rest of this poem(s). Respectfully Yours, Kenny A Fledgling Poet
Gus got all of those who were allowed to attend
and "available" settled in around his big oak table.
He even put in an extra leaf to accomodate,
so there was enough space to keep from
slap fights and infighting of kin. He handed out
charmingly and diplomatically, the swami hats each containing an indian feather and a bedazzle kit- stone standard. He didn't have time to personalize
a moniker, this would have to do in a pinch.
Speaking of pinching weiners, Gus had to go to the bathroom, and was potty dancing and squinching,
this whole seance thing and having the floor for
everyone's attention was getting him excited.
On his way to the bathroom, he noticed Silky had
already fashioned his into a pimp hat,
cocked to the side as he slapped Penney for good measure to help break the hat in.
Penney fashioned hers into a pirate hat and shot Silky a look of smug mutiny. Kenny was too busy dealing
Vatican 2 pedopriest some product to personalize his for the moment. Gus pulled the hat from LizPiggo's
mouth and made his way, forgetting he locked
Nancy and Chuck in there and took a two story wiz
out the window. What a story! they were embarking
on indeed, was all he could think about,
except for the fact that he couldn't use the kitchen
sink because he couldn't find his step stool and
the arc of his stream no matter how proficient his trajectory would go all over the floor on re entry
unless he jumped toward the sink in the final throes.
He remembered what happened last time.
Wet floors and jumping were a wicked mix.
After he heard the voices seemingly coming from somewhere close "out there", he shook
the distraction off
and resolved to get back in there and get this seance underway. The spirits needed him !...
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