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1959

Bozo the clown is ready to begin,
in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign.
Buddy Holly meets a horrible end,
Charles de Gaulle is back on top again.
 
Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul,
Disney’s Sleeping Beauty warms up our heart.
TV’s Bonanza, Rawhide, Twilight Zone,
and The Untouchables all get their start.

That F104C flies higher still,
the show ‘Rocky and his Friends’ is unveiled.
Marx Brother’s are no longer on TV,
the first ‘Barbie’ dolls are ready for sale.

Vince Lombardi takes over the Packers,
the Cardinals trade just one player for nine.
Tom Landry starts to coach for the Cowboys, 
in about 30 years he will resign.

Boston Celtics score one seventy three,
Candlestick Park is now Bayview’s new name.
One-forty-eight straight then Yogi errors,
Boston Red Sox last race barrier team.

Food stamps help to fill our hungry bellies,
a new design for the pennies tail end.
The Dalai Lama has to leave China,
Al Ginsberg’s “Lyseric Acid” is penned.
 
Hawaii becomes state number fifty,
Japanese Americans freed once more.
Russia shows us the far side of the moon,
America wants to even the score.

No one knows why they played two All Star games,
least they sent someone to the Hall of Fame.
The AFL is the new football league,
Eddie Lubanski bowls two perfect games.

Oklahoma’s prohibition is done,
Soviets to invade Afghanistan.
Able and Baker leave orbit and back,
and NASA announces their moon trip plan.

SR.N1 is the first flying ship,
Lady Chatterley’s Lover is now banned.
Planet 9 from Outer Space aptly named,
as the world’s ‘worst film’ and then it gets canned.

The discovery of Zinj means humans,
had lived at least two million years ago.
Ike bounces his message off of the moon,
we hear that Kookie can lend us his comb. 

Hendrix buys his first electric guitar,
he only plays one gig and then gets fired.
Bob Dylan graduates from his high school,
and he is beginning to be inspired.

There’s a growing sense that things are changing,
people can’t quite put their finger on it.
In Wakenda I’m clinging to my mom,
and my diapers keep filling with ‘not spit’.
Form: Rhyme


1960

It was the start of a decade not to be forgotten.

It was my growing up period.  A very bad year for me

in many ways.  My last year of Jr. High I was kicked out

for smoking in boy's restroom.  Then a few months later

I was kicked out again in my first of high school,

smoking on school property as the Vice-Principal was

waiting for me out side of door way, as I lit up, there he

was.  My dog shep died just before school started.

After those things it was a great year.  Some great

TV shows were on that year, the debut of the Andy

Griffith show with good old Barney Fife as his deputy.

Then there was the Jack Benny Show, My Three Sons,

and Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp and many more.

The Pittsburt Pirates defeated the New York Yankees in

Seven games in a huge upset.  The Eagles upset the

Green Bay Packers in the NFL Title Game, this was way

before the Super Bowl.  Movies coming our way were

Psycho a very scary movie.  David Jansen made a movie called

"Ring of Fire", where he played a Deputy Marshall overpowered by

these two escaped convicts and this girl, they took him hostage,

up into the Oregon Forest, this fire breaks out creating a lot of drama.

John F. Kennedy was elected our President, I was too young to vote for

him, but if elected again I was going to vote for him.  This was before i 

became a Republican, but then came November 22, 1963 changed all of that.

My friend Danny and I started our 3rd year working at the Iowa State Fair

as ticket takers on the midway.  That fall him and I  went to our

first sock hop at our new school East High, we didn't dance with anyone,

we went to look at the pretty girls, us being too shy to talk with them.

Our football team had a great season with a 6-2 record.  They won the big

six conference and the City Championship.  I really miss going to those

high school football games.

Music was starting to go downhill for me, until Chubby Checker came

out with the song "The Twist" then later came the Beach Boys and Dion

was great.  Was so young in 1960 i had my whole life in front of me,

now most of it is behind me.  But those were great times.

Written 8-18-11

Those We Love

Those we love don't go away
They walk beside us everyday
And, I wish you knew her 
When You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown was running
I wish you would’ve seen her that night
Beaming with pride
At her grandchild who had been cast in the role
Of Snoopy as a freshman.
I wish you knew her
When she’d dress all up in her Packers gear on a Sunday
Even when they were having a ty season
And were probably going to lose for the third week in a row.
I wish you knew her 
When she’d walk into church in the winter
Wearing the same black coat with the fluffy hood
Looking as extravagant as always.
I wish you knew her
When she embarrassed me at family dinner
After learning that I had sex ed for the first time
And screaming “Scrotum” across the house.
I wish you knew her 
When she’d sit with me for hours
Doing handwriting workbooks, unknowingly
Instating my love for writing from the start.
I wish you knew her
When she’d carry out those little Kool Aid bottles
With the child proof tops
Cheering that none of us had fallen off our bikes.
I wish you knew her
When she’d make her famous red cake
Waiting for the moment when my mom’s face lit up
Even though she expected the cake every year.
I wish you knew her
When she’d call my mom up on a Saturday morning
Decide we are going out to lunch
And then take us shopping.
I wish you knew her
At back to school clothes shopping
When she’d look at us in awe while we paraded around
Showing off the matching outfits she’d picked for us.
I wish you knew her
Before her cancer
Before she lost her energy
And before we lost her forever.
I wish you knew her
Before we got that call with her diagnosis
So that you could’ve been by my side
While I watched her slowly waste away.
I wish you knew her
And I wish she knew you
I know she would’ve loved you
Just as much as I do.
I wish you knew her
In her happy, energetic days
Before her cancer took over
And took her away.
I wish you knew her
And loved her like your own
So you could’ve seen her
For the hero I’ve always known.

I love you, Grandma.

Meet Me At The Junction

This morning the sun burst over the hill warming the trees with its morning glow and scorching the grass before I could mount the horse.

 It is the warmth in the East that sets your heart on fire and mingle with the passion burning  on your lips as you make that   journey towards the junction.

I can see them coming from the East  with fire bubbling up in their belly  but  they quickly pivot to the north to cool the temperature down and change their night gown.

They have been traveling for days with bag packs and mountain hats,  they hurry to refill their dry water bottles to wet their cracked lips and soaked their dry feet in Epsom salt.

I watched them searching for words to express how they feel but the words couldn't come out and tears began to flow. Each one has a story to tell of how they escape from the bottom of the well and how the   night fire and the woodland character shaped their personality.

It was a journey that no one could bear and it was packed with misery and fear, the woodland ,sound, the wicked witch crown and the woodpecker frowning at the bush doctor, the owl at nights created a symphony that  ruins everyone's appetite and the philistine buried under the rubble crying out for help created a mountain of troubles.

When darkness prowl around at night everyone sits still and listen to cracking trees and the birds talking to each other. I sat their listening to the bag packers' story and as they re-call their experience my spirit grows stronger and the north wind began to blow and cooled down the temperature

See them coming from the north riding on their bountiful  horses,   they are going to the junction to join the celebration. There is a along line of car behind you and one Infront of you, you have got to bake  the special cake and take it to the junction before it's too late.

Meet me at the Junction and I will show you where  the figure stands. The road is joined into two at the junction.
Form: Narrative

Question Number Eight

With spring approaching quickly and milk is upon the rise,
our factory employs seasonal workers to resize,
the employee pool to accommodate the milk intake,
which means twenty-four by seven with such a lot at stake.

The milk dryer needed packers and more cleaners on the floor.
There’s a need for extra lab staff, truck drivers, and some more,
‘til with most positions filled, except one so it did seem.
The warehouse needs another forklift driver for the team. 

Mick our production manager had from two nominees to pick.
But must consider who was better; which one will do the trick,
so in my control room we met to show me their régimes,
and both of them were similar so had to find another way.

Bjorn was Norwegian who is back packing for a year,
while Murphy is an Irishman who has settled very near.
And to try and solve the puzzle on who we think may be best,
we came to a conclusion they should take a written test.

So Mick prepared for both a twenty question simple quiz,
hoping this would prove that one, is a better fork lift whiz.
Mick sat them inside his office where he could watch the pair,
as they gave answers to this company’s questionnaire. 

It’s never pretty telling folks they miss out on being hired.
They can get very angry once they know they’re not required.
I was ushered to the office once a decision’s made.
The losing candidate was Murphy and he was quite dismayed.

Mick explained to Muphy that from twenty questions asked.
“Bjorn and you got nineteen right with the answers you both caste”.
“Why did I lose?” Murphy whined. “It’s a case of being biased,
seeing we got nineteen right; one more would be the highest”.

“That’s your problem Murphy. The question you got wrong was eight,
and after reading both your answers, here’s what sealed your fate”.
Mick gave an explanation looking Murphy in the eye,
“Bjorn’s answer was ‘I don’t know’ - and you wrote ‘neither do I”.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The American Football

Just had my tea 
Turned off the Christmas Tree 
It is sad to see it go 
Back to storage I know 

But there is a three-day weekend break 
And two Championship meetings at stake  
American National Conferences will pick their reps 
For the Big Game in Miami and we will answer with all our bets 

Opinions will start 
While NFL merchandise will be added to the Internet cart 
Will it be close, will be a blow out? 
When some will ask what is all this about? 
Chiefs, Titans Packers and Niners are the final four 
With two on Sunday being shown the door. 

But will the Christmas spirit still be here 
As we sip the unwrap Christmas Day Cheer 
Or will the next holiday be a day off 
Where we nurse a wintry cough? 

It is for a man named King 
And we should still sing 
The message of peace 
And war and hate to cease 



With two more games on the table 
While relaxed think about the disabled 
As each injury time out is taking 
A message should be in the making 
The players are only hurt 
With no need to dig up the cemetery dirt. 

We are now in winter when its dark 
And we really need to spark 
That peaceful communication is important 
And should be exported. 

League sports do work 
Especially if it soothes someone ready to blow their cork 
Let the cities compete with fans celebrating in the street 
It is a sporting spectacle that we need 
To keep that Christmas spirit going indeed 

If you give points or receive them on Championship Decision Day 
Keep in mind the creative angle will pay 
Since even the losing wager will stimulate emotion 
That is healthier than that colorful cocktail potion 

In closing our Sunday ritual will come to an end 
And the word draft will be spoken without any worry’s civilians will have to mend
One should keep a stiff upper lip 
Knowing peaceful warfare on an athletic field should be hip.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Team

The Team.   

Here we are in Gayndah town, 
The parks are all filled up. 
With Caravans and Motor homes,
‘N’ Backpackers trying their luck.

The pickers are around the trees,
And filling Gaypak bins.
As cold and frosty as you please,
They’re picking Mandarins.

When the fruit arrives at Gaypak,
With the staff all ready and able.
The Mandarins are washed and waxed,
And rolled across the sorting table.

This is what to look for,
Sharon tells them one by one.
The number of bins is thirty four,
It’s an average sort of run.

Black Spot, Splits and Sunburn, 
Hail damage and Sooty Mould,
Juice the stuff that’s too deformed,
Or whatever can’t be sold.

Karen’s on the packing floor,
From there she runs the show.
She’s the boss and that’s for sure,
So don’t upset the flow.

Aunty Pat she is there, 
As Karens’   Two I C.
She checks that all is run to plan,
Without her where’d they be.

The pattern packers work away,
Under the watchful eye.
Of Sharon ‘n’ Gayle in the day,
And Elaine and Linda at night.

The forklift drivers as we know,
Work with skill and speed.
Up and down, to and fro,
Always they are in need.

 At Gaypak they’re a cheerful lot,
They talk and laugh and joke.
Even when it’s bloody hot,
But they are conscientious folk.

When knock-off time comes around.
There’s one who wont be late.
Speedy Gwenda will be found,
To be the first one out the gate.

Afternoon shift takes the reins,
They carry on the work.
Without a break they step right in,
The fruit, they’re here to sort.

We can praise the workers all we want,
And praise the management too.
But nothing works and nothing moves, 
Without the maintenance  crew .

All in all this is the team,
Of which they can be proud.
That sorts and packs, and sends,
The fruit, all around the world.
© Les Pick  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The 5g Headstone

           The 5G Headstone

{An extension of our personal,
  technological,isolated generation)         
                  ~~~~
For those to be buried in the
earth....
Of this creation, I sing a mournful
dirth.
I almost feel like a wolf, howling
at the winter moon.
For we no longer will talk on phones: 
We....such human goons!

Therefore a cement headstone  that
has 5G and WI-FI!
Where you can email those that 
have gone, bye-bye.

No need to attend a funeral at all 
anymore.
What for? Stay home,watch the
Packers,have Brats and more!

The messages free, can run day 
or night.
With feigned messages; like how
you loved them! Hah!

No more visitations needed,
send an Emoji from time to time,
as it will not cost a dime.

No going there with expensive,
nor beautiful flowers
Send a Pixabay image! 
Saves you many,many dollars.

You will be even able to send 
a favorite song to your lost one.
That's what we have become.
Nations of 24/7 selfish ones!

Watch my idea come to fruition.
Money for flowers better spent
on childrens' tuition.
If it does, we all need to make 
an act of deep, solemn contrition!

For avoiding the living in life with
ignoramus through texts and emails.
And living as selfish folk, too busy
for others with our schedules and 
oh, so dramatic....travails.

Perhaps a DeadBook can be
created?
Anything, just leave us alone!
Playing with video games or
washing our clothes.

Where technology replaced God 
and what was once, 'humanity.'
Oh, I left out the sanctimonious
adoration of trees!

Quite an outrage and a shame!
And some of you weeping over
animal loss and their dying?
Whilst you ignore, your living 
fellow man's heart's soft crying.

October 25, 2019

Surfing Usa

Drip drip dribble dribble
google harps- here's a fiddle
How does fuzz evolve to stubble
Here's Fred Flinstone- Barney Rubble

WON 5 DOLLARS!- now I'm even
Online poker- guy named steven
Shop for blankets- buy throw pillows 
Google hammock- weeping willows

Go to restroom- better lock it
Here's the key- brains your pocket
Keyboard's pencil- screen's your pad
Don't be a stranger- email dad

SEND to stepmom- SEND to cousin
Be specific- there's a dozen
SEND to grandma in the grave
SEND to bastard uncle - Dave

Where's Japan and where's Korea
Google maps is glad to see ya
Chat with Bennett- bash Obama
Poke your next door neighbors momma

Friend Dee Snyder- Twisted Sister
like a miss -  poke your sister
Like a sir - unfriend a mam
Search Hulk Hogan- Uncle Sam

Write your daughters third grade teacher
Bash a priest- praise a preacher
Write your mom  a prison letter
You know momma!- probably better

When your hand gets tired of typing                                                                                                                 Log on Youtube- watch some fighting
UFC- sometimes delightful
This guys girlfreinds being spiteful

Cat's in mirrors- fight their face
See some guy get sprayed with mace 
Watch that clip from Tropic Thunder
Rock the Casba- Land down under

Fight the system- Fight the power
Search for bloopers- Austin Powers
Play online and fight for glory
Man this game is too damned gory

Watch the packers play the Bears
COME ON SLACKER!-PASSING WHERE?!!
POKE from brother- INBOX sister
called your phone- you must've missed'er 

Supposed to work - be there at eight
It's almost nine- you're pretty late
Get to work- just tell them something
Man what happened?...It was nothing
Form:

Spammer Smackdown

IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA 
BASE FORTHWITH.
ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS, 
SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS, 
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, 	SHRINKS, COLONEL 
CLINKS, BOSSES, CO-WORKERS, EMPLOYEES,VENDORS, SUPPLIERS, 
SALESMEN, ACCOUNT REPS/EXCS, ACCOUNTANTS, BROKERS, CO-BROKERS, 
HACKERS, SLACKERS, WHACKERS, JERKS, SOLICITORS, SIDEKICKS, 
COHORTS, WINGMEN, WHEELMEN, LOOKOUTS, OUTLAWS, IN-LAWS, 
RELATIVES, FIANCES, BOYFRIENDS, GIRLFRIENDS, FRIENDS, FOES, 
ENEMIES, EVIL NEMESIS’, DERELICTS, DEGENERATES, DOPERS, DEALERS, 
TWEEKERS, GAMBLERS, RAMBLERS, CANVASSERS, INQUIRERS, QUEERS, 
QUEENS, COWBOYS, KINGS, FAGS, DRAGS, HAGS, HETEROS, HOMOS, TONY 
ROMOS, FEMALE IMPERSONATORS, [PRE OR POST] MALE IMPERSONATORS, 
DICKS, DYKES, VAN DYKES, DICK VAN DYKE, LESBIANS, LONGSHOREMEN, 
SHORTSHOREMEN, LIARS, BUYERS, CRYERS, CIGAR SMOKERS, CARPET 
MUNCHERS, RUG RATS, TODDLERS, TEENAGERS, JUVENILE DILINQUENTS, 
SENIORS, SUCKERS, TRUCKERS, MOTHER shut yer mouth, LAW MAKERS, 
LAWYERS, ATTORNEYS, JUDGES, POLITICIANS, LEADERS, FOLLOWERS, 
DISCIPLES, PROPHETS, EVANGELISTS, SAVIORS, SINNERS, SAINTS, 
SOOTHSAYERS, MEDICENE MEN, GYPSYS, TRAMPS, AND THIEVES, WITCHES, 
WARLOCKS, VAMPIRES, LYCANS, ZOMBIES, WAR MONGERS, PROTESTERS, 
VIGILANTES, VICTIMS, SOLIDERS, GENERALS, GOVERNORS, PRESIDENTS, 
PATRIOTS, PACKERS, LIONS, BEARS, BROWNS, BLACKHAWKS, REDWINGS, 
RIGHT WING, LIBERALS OR LAW BIDING CITIZENS. THEY ARE NOT TO 
CONTACT ME AND LOOSE MY NUMBERS.

BUT, IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME.



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