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George Fulwider
1837-1918
My beating-heart age,
Reached the half century mark,
When I and my “better second,”
Found hopeful roots,
And an oleander trellis,
On burgeoning Philadelphia street,
Here in this Quaker colony,
Of a thousand trees.
Our small wooded house was,
Most unfortunately,
Within earshot of the stately Union High School,
And its noisy ragamuffin minions,
And inescapably contiguous,
With the bustling tentacled trolley tracks;
Up and down they groaned,
With their loud clanging,
Every day and night the house shook,
As they rumbled on by,
Those modern moving monsters,
With steely grinding wheels,
Made ever alive by,
Those drat hanging wires,
Of killing electricity;
The doom of progress was upon us!
Oh, for the olden days!
The simpler times!
When life was for the strong and the smart,
Not like it was, when I,
Gasping for air in 1918,
Said goodbye to this silly modern world,
This long life,
This unending waiting game.
Now my restless stifled ghost,
Haunts the dark grounds here,
Roaming o’er the stones and the shadows,
At midnight when the wind dies,
Seeking still, a moment of hopeful silence, no,
An entire afterlife,
Of sweet heavenly golden silence,
Away from those modern moving steely monsters,
Those groaning grinding interlopers,
Of killing electricity;
The doom of progress is upon you!
(which above frolicsome gambit I mastered)
After mine wife
asks for this, that
or something else rife
with intent to provide barrel of laughs,
(likened to barrel of monkeys)
yours truly crafts
description how we share mirth
validating how our respective worth
matters each to the other acting childlike
to stave off altercations
that might come down figurative pike
worst case scenario whereby I strike
mine steadfast fine
(prairie home) companion.
Neither rules nor regulations exist
to our made up silly game
whereby whenever
one of us knowingly reaches out
to latch hold of desired item
specified by name,
the other person feigns to hand over
then pulls back same
alluded to object
held aloft (think
non verbal teasing banter)
said motions sustained
moments before until...
participant/ recipient
(trying in vain to grab
their coveted cherished
jackknifed prized possession)
becomes angry as raging bull.
Ofttimes when I pretend to surrender
that specific something sought after
by her royal highness prefers advanced version,
she doth lapse into her guttural patois,
which scrambled, throttled, and vocalized
(back of the throat utterances)
metrically syncopated
(couching unspoken) unclear clues
her primal wordless request
vaguely analogous
to decipher cryptograms,
whereby, I learned to look for patterns.
Yesteryear selective pastimes
whiling away hours
included many a cognitively
challenging endeavors
comprising decoding enigmatic
intriguing looking English language riddles
located within entertainment section
of The Philadelphia Inquirer
no I could never solve sudoku,
but eldest daughter (Eden Liat -
yea "star student" who matriculated
and graduated summa cum laude
courtesy University of Pennsylvania
breezed thru those logic-based,
combinatorial number-placement puzzle.
How bland a marriage devoid of non
establishmentarian activities, none
of which include physical intimacy,
cuz me libido indeed went deep south
linkedin with half dozen plus medications
yours truly readily swallows
prescribed medication to alleviate
mental health issues such as:
anxiety, obsessive compulsive behavior,
palmar hyperhidrosis,
mild depression et alia.
You were born in 1919 in Trenton, New Jersey,
Television would be your medium for comedy.
Your first appearance to the public was in 1950.
This was an early morning show broadcast by NBC
Preceding “The Today Show”, it was called “Three to Get Ready”.
Over the next several years, you would be seen on TV
on many different shows on both NBC and ABC.
From Philadelphia and New York with your wife Edie,
you entertained countless numbers with brilliant comedy.
musical trio of gorillas from Nairobi,
along with many of your different characters would be
appearing on your shows that boosted your popularity.
Poet Percy Dovetonsils was someone we would often see.
With his thick glasses, he would read us some funny poetry.
Many television viewers saw you with a cigar.
With your wife Edie Adams, your career certainly went far.
As well as television, you made several movies.
A car accident was the cause of your fatal injuries.
This happened just before your birthday in 1962.
Since January the thirteenth of that year, we have missed you.
George Schultz
1898-1917
I was reposing voiceless on my deathbed,
As with the silent fog on a winter’s morning,
On the way out of here from kidney failure,
And as I closed my windows there,
On north Painter Street,
I tried to recall the greatest day of my life.
In pain, I remember grimacing there,
And then, ten minutes before my heart said “no,”
To this sad comedy called “Existence,”
I saw inside my fading mind
That still moment in time,
That priceless artifact of mere memory:
I saw Georgia Brown and me,
Embracing and shivering like two birds at sunrise,
Holding on to each other in the December drizzle,
Of a long-forgotten morning in 1913,
By the tall flagpole at the high school,
There on busy Philadelphia Street.
And even though I knew her heart,
A loving heart which belonged to another, and another,
She still accepted my romantic entreaties;
My hushed whispering words of sweet infatuation;
And that, my friends,
Is what I miss the most:
The fragrant audacious flirtations,
The deeply passionate naïveté,
Of the one and only Georgia Brown!
Grace Thompson
1894-1917
At the timbered railroad depot,
On lower Philadelphia Street,
Across from the lumber yard and the state school there,
I spent many an erstwhile afternoon,
Sitting and worrying and waiting,
Like an expectant Ceres,
For the returning equinox,
Like an agonizing Penelope,
For her long lost love,
From the ancient shores of Ilium,
Waiting and hoping in the spring rain.
And I thought a thousand thoughts,
About life and love and finally dying.
And I also thought much about my wonderful father,
My gentle fitful father,
A wayward, kind soul he was,
Who, out of the blue,
Left the town and our family behind,
Left to find greener pastures as he said,
And who promised to return,
When his oats had at last been wildly sown.
And I waited and waited,
Praying and hoping,
That the next train would at last bring,
His lovely humble smile,
His relaxed eyes, and handsome hermetic brow.
But my endless patient waiting,
Came to a halt that day in cloudy April,
My last day alive,
When again, the tremulous train arrived,
There at the timbered railroad depot,
Across from the state school and the lumber yard,
And once again, he was not on board.
And so, here I am now,
Still waiting patiently, expectantly,
In my dusty forgotten grave,
Waiting for just a single simple flower,
From the only man I absolutely adored,
To be placed upon my single simple tombstone.
Many people are sprucing up the Quaker City.
Everything must appear clean and pretty.
They anticipate the last weekend in September.
That will be one all of Philadelphia will remember.
Countless visitors will be Philly bound.
Not one vacant hotel room in the city will be found.
There may be some difficulty for commuters to get around.
The Southeastern Pennsylvania Transit Authority
will be selling train passes to a select few by lottery.
Restaurants and stores are expecting a boom in business.
What do you think will be the cause of all of this?
Philadelphia will be visited by Pope Francis.
Another day, another ghostly glitch
The catholic church stained glass
shouldn’t be as grey as it was today.
More and more the molding frays
I can hear the coffins softy coughing
There are more and more mourning days
Whether or not there was better days,
“Back when there was no such a glitch”
there were still plagues, there was still coughing,
common enough, blood from esophagus glass
Our flesh still frays, it decays over time,
especially today.
I forgot to take my Lamictal today,
It is my second time forgetting, third day
without taking it. A ball of yarn beginning to fray,
my brain begins to glare and glitch.
Is there a hemorrhage born of broken glass?
Maybe I inhaled it in mass? I did a lot of coughing.
The psalms usually calming, all I heard was coughing
this morning. Something seems off today…
I stared at my reflection for too long, the looking glass
has sassed me back for many mourning days.
It’s not a glitch,
the flesh is flayed, the noose is frayed.
Always unsuccessful, its stressful, hair is frayed
into my hands. The same hands that caught me coughing
blood in the hospital in Philadelphia. It can’t be a glitch,
this has always been my reality, suffering is my software today.
It's a countdown, it's a matter of days
Until I am immortalized in pink and yellow glass.
It will say, “Here lies the Saint of Smoking Glass”,
I have tried to recover, but my brain stem was frayed,
and it snapped under pressure. No more mourning days!
No more pre funeral cigarettes! Interrupting eulogies
coughing like it was some sort of
awkward option! It’s not your time today!
You will feel it when you can feel the glitch.
Eye twitch, there's the glitch! I smoked too much glass…
It’s my last day today and I lived partially flayed
I can finally stop coughing.
I’ll see you on my mourning day.
Ah! For the good old days when flying was a breeze!
When one could check a bag and board a plane with ease.
Now, air travel has all the charms of a stagecoach ride.
'Tis more than the beleaguered traveler ought to abide!
With great trepidation I ordered a ticket thro' my computer.
(And with my feeble computer skills, I could have used a tutor!)
Tho' my final destination was Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
I feared I'd strike the wrong key and end up in Lithuania!
Before you can even fly those friendly, pristine skies,
You must bear a humiliating search by the security guys.
I had to remove my belt and shoes, thus adding to my woes,
Since I wore a pair of holey sox, exposing my corny toes!
A soda and a stale bag of pretzels is now the usual fare.
A lady regaled me about her operations, adding to my despair!
And wouldn't you know it, the plane parked at Concourse A;
I had ten minutes to get to Concourse C, one half mile away!
Round and round went the carousel - I had a sinking sensation.
Sure enough, my bag was missing, adding to my frustration!
Fiddle faddle and fiddle sticks! I'm tired of all this fuss;
Next time I travel, I'm taking a Greyhound bus!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
GIFTS OF GOD
Chrestotes chara praotes
inwardly kind,full of joy
Oiktirmos egratia spoude;
anechomai;
gentle meek;compassionate;
yet in control
Arete, pistis,hupomone
diligent
enduring with patience
gnosis,zezoo phusioo
perpereuomai;
moral ,persuaded
to trust
Hagnotes elpis agape
Tapeinophrosune
persevering,understanding;
not boastful or arrogant;
eusebeia Agathosune aeltheia
blamelessly pure, hope filled
filled with agape love
anupokritos philadelphia;
humble in godliness;charitably good
integral sincere
Dokime zezoo makpothumia
diakaiosune eirene
brotherly kind;
proven of character;
not jealous, but forbearing
set right with God
and at one
Just come on down, and spend a very pleasant day
at a spot on the shore that’s not too far away.
Feel the warmth of the sunshine, and the ocean’s spray.
Walk on the sand dunes, or on the boardwalk today.
If you come from New York, or Northern New Jersey,
or Philadelphia, there’s this place you must see.
It’s not just for adults, but the whole family.
Coming to this place will make everyone happy.
It’s the finest shore resort anyone would know.
If you want to have fun, it’s the place you should go.
The beach, the boardwalk, and the restaurants are good.
This is a seaside town known to all as Wildwood.
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