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If you ever espy a latitudinally
and longitudinally challenged
older yet shopping savvy woman,
(wedded to yours truly
for almost twenty six years),
who stands approximately
four feet and ten inches
a strong hunch that gal
stacks up as mine missus,
she dons costumed headwear
to avoid station identification,
whenever she steps out
into the public limelight
anywhere outside these four walls
of our one bedroom apartment
here within bucolic Schwenksville,
the town that town forgot,
and the decades could not improve,
where all the women good looking,
the men strong, and the children
wise to the ways of technology.
When this logophile
quite a few pounds lighter
ever since I first became acquainted
with unnamed aforementioned woman,
she adopted predilection to don apparel
allowing, enabling, and providing
modus operandi to present herself incognito.
Ofttimes said spouse of mine
upon returning from
grocery shopping spree
(ever price conscious of various
and sundry commestibles -
with a knick knack paddy whack
give this doggone husband
a plant based NON GMO bone),
she can rattle off the prices
of targeted items on her mental rolodex
how much food cost at:
ALDI, GIANT, LIDL, WEGMANS...
While scurrying to and fro
hither and yon,
a stranger might unexpectedly
pay a compliment to iterated getup,
which bobbin noggin makes her
easy to identify, when yours truly
tags along, (but despite
being considerably taller
by almost twelve inches),
these spindleshanks of one
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid
skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned, senseless
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer
find impossible mission
to keep pace with the wife.
I was hoping for a sleep, deep and undisturbed.
A thing I longed for quite a bit of time, solid-hearted.
I was longing for your smell, your touch and your gentle tone
Your cloths had a softer touch, a subtle moment , yet undone.
My little girl was painting on a poster board, she was painting with brush
She was drawing window curtains, she was drawing a night sky
And she was drawing a book…
I realized that the book was entitled “The lost watch.”
She puzzled me about a life yesterday,
That still left me pondering, disturbing my long aspiring sleep
I am waiting now, as the eastern sky will have an eternal lamp to shine on.
Sometimes it is only you that is enough to hold on the thread.
More than anything, anymore.
Had a wild dream just the other night
Was a ruler of a distant planet
With forty-two slave girls to do my bidding
All gorgeous with naughty habits
Customs were quite a bit different to ours
But one thing remained the same
They liked to snuggle and do naughty things
To say no, would have been insane
So I suffered through this difficult ordeal
And satisfied as many as I could
I was plain tuckered out after twenty-eight
Apologized then collapsed where I stood
Woo Hooo! What an amazing reverie
I'll try to dream it again tonight
Some of those girls had real strange customs
No worry talk about a strange plight
18 As Of Today
18 School shootings as of today
In Parkland 17 precious souls blown away
When will there be another kill?
Or another or another?
Where was this horror conceived?
Things happened we never thought we’d believe
Our children not safe in the day
A sick shooting gallery now on display
It’s children’s play getting guns today
Dad has a gun hidden
He thinks you don’t know
You bought a rifle
It was all cleared
Locked up for safety
But not this time
It’s Quite a secret
It’s Quite a thrill
To plan your revenge
How many people to kill
It seems too many guns are in play
The criminals always find an illegal way
Registered gun owners shudder and get blamed
The lawmakers quip and quote
“Things have got to change!”
I hope we don’t get jaded by this travesty
Or get less sensitive and hardened someway
Every time another tragedy happens
When Someone / somewhere goes astray
We need to have the right words to say
As a country we need to stand up and pray
Who knows when it will come again?
How close will it be to you?
What school is the next to pay?
19 is too much a risk to take
Pat LeDuc
February 15, 2018
Pray for Parkland FL
Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...
Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb
of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to fascia in)
saw fit to fashion
and hammer home
red hot poker rage
their singular male offspring
middle child of two sisters,
who long since vacated premises
when both young naifs
prior to attaining age of consent
deploring bing holed up
at 324 Level Road redoubt
built as summer house
remote from fracas of urban bedlam
still fifty years since Leipers
bon voyage into netherland
father and mother
imposed swiftly tailored
harried styled tough love
translated meant absolute zero value
toward offspring they begot,
and made quite clear loathing
heaped upon sundered fountainhead
good for nothing son of a...,
he whittled away precious time
reading avast among trove of material
crowdsourcing numerous bookshelves
mostly to impress intellectual visitors,
when in truth middle aged couple
thinly veiled country bumpkins,
donned with "FAKE" literacy
stereotypical "rednecks,"
inexplicably begot wunderkind
agog with inhaling literature
in tandem with liberal
magazines and newspapers
oft times whiled away countless hours
sunup to sundown
sequestered most remote nook
within local library
few miles walk along country road
served as self taught schooling
since parochial educated regimen
habitually rapped knuckles
courtesy whiplike hickory stick
if pupil evinced slightest
distraction, whence schoolmaster
detected lack of attention
as crotchety curmudgeon
blankly droned monotonously
dull jabbering subjected
stone faced classmates
into instant soporific state
futilely struggling to keep eyelids
slamming shut tight
including yours truly,
who when suddenly awake
realized quite a vivid dream!
The Kennedy Center is known to the world
For honoring those in the arts –
From Ella Fitzgerald, Count Basie, Astaire,
Whose talents top all of the charts.
Sinatra, Gene Kelly, L. Bernstein, Kazan
And Benny and Lena and Merce,
Ray Charles, Lucille Ball, Isaac Stern and George Burns,
The list both profound and diverse.
Belafonte and Ailey and Hepburn and Peck,
Gillespie and Sondheim, the Who;
Aretha and Dylan and Kander and Ebb,
Judith Jamison, Chuck Berry, too.
Baryshnikov, Quincy, Paul Simon and Cash,
Warren Beatty, James Taylor and Cher;
Tina Turner and Spielberg and Barbra and Tharp,
Yo Yo Ma, Dustin Hoffman – all there.
Al Pacino and Elton, De Niro and Streep,
Lily Tomlin, Santana and Sting;
LL Cool J and Reba and Joni, Mel Brooks,
Lionel, Dick Van Dyke, Carole King.
There are more I’ve not mentioned, but going ahead,
It is going to be quite a shock
When the Kennedy Center will honor, perhaps,
Village People or maybe Kid Rock.
Oh, I fear for this country in so many ways
And it feels we’ve been stabbed in our hearts
With the Kennedy Center now being run
By a man with no stake in the arts.
Mickey and Minnie were lovers
Not ones you're thinking about, my friends
Mickey Swartz and Minnie O'Malley
A pairing they had to defend
Got married just a little while ago
To the dismay of the people they knew
From a couple of totally different cultures
Had the blessings of only a few
Why does it matter and create such a furor
Isn't the most important thing love
Love conquers all, that's what matters most
Other judgements, we should rise above
Aware this is quite a controversial subject
Not everyone agrees with my stance
What I say is “live and let live”
No matter how we put on their pants
We're all apart of the HUMAN race
Though we don't all use the same tongue
Please give Mickey and Minnie your blessing
No matter what background they're from
© Jack Ellison 2013
Max is mad at Molly
Samantha’s sore at Seth
Freida’s freaking out at Frodo
While Hobbits hold their breath
Jack jokes about poor Jill
She hits him with her pail
Humpty cracks open Dumpty
For drinking all his ale
Mickey Mouse and Minnie
They both make quite a scene
Playful Pluto gave her paw
and stroked her jumping bean
Rub is furious with Dub Dub
She has another man in his tub
His bubble has been bursted
So he scrubs Dub with a club
Cats in cradles cows and moons
Forks running away with spoons
Coyote catches the Road Runner
In the end we’re all Looney Tunes
Nothing makes us happy
Sticks and stones me oh my
Kryptonic grade destruction
Broken Superman can’t fly
The Beatles Battled Yoko Ono
Because she broke up the band
They sang ‘Give Peace a Chance”
a dream they didn’t understand
So I walk down to the River
John the Baptist please begin
Separate me from human nature
Cause I’m tired of our sin
Welcome to the Inferno,
Your room is almost ready.
I'm the hotel manager,
My name is Mister Eddy.
You're in the hotel lobby,
This is the bellboy Jerry.
If you sign the register,
Your luggage he will carry.
You might wonder why you're here,
I know it seems informal.
I'm sure you have some questions,
Believe me this is normal.
I'm here to give you answers,
But before much more is said.
I'll say that it's my duty,
To inform you that you're dead.
I can see it on your face,
It may come as quite a shock.
Your wife did the final deed,
Bashed your head in with a rock.
But while you're here don't worry,
There's everything that's needed.
The rooms are always clean,
The swimming pool is heated.
The maids are very friendly,
And as pretty as you please.
Then tonight you'll meet your host,
Mister Mephistopheles.
Though he can be short tempered,
You'll find he's oh so clever.
But the one thing that's for sure,
Your stay will last forever.
Eve, the mother of all mankind,
Adam found his helpmeet in her.
Old Sarah, through faith, was confined.
Rebecca, the first twins’ mother.
Shiphrah and Puah, brave midwives
Saved Hebrew children, fearing God.
Fearless Jochebed hid her child,
Because of her, Moses survives.
Rahab hid spies for she was awed
By the true God, who on her, smiled.
Like Deborah, who could you find?
Her bold judgement caused quite a stir.
Jael, Heber’s wife, was brave of mind,
She killed Sisera on a spur.
Naomi was a good mother
To her daughter-in-law named Ruth.
Ruth left her all to follow God,
Was one of Jesus’ ancestors.
Prayerful Hannah in her youth
Gave child Samuel back to God;
Intelligent Abigail soothed
King David’s wrath, became his wife.
The young maid of Israel smoothed
Naaman’s healing from leprous strife.
Daring Queen Esther without fear,
Saved the Jews from being wiped out.
What can I say of blessed Mary?
She bowed to God’s will with all cheer.
Dorcas, Lydia did not pout,
Active were they in church early.
Women from all walks of life are
Found in the Bible to teach us,
Each, in her own way, is a star,
A vessel for God, a great plus;
Rhoda, Priscilla and others,
All are equally paramount,
Only a few have I mentioned,
Sisters, daughters, wives and mothers,
There are so many, I can’t count,
Let’s learn from them as intentioned.
14th April 2022
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Rhyme Scheme: ababcdecde)
{The role played by women in Biblical history is truly great. No wonder Lord Jesus Christ revealed His resurrected self first to them}
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