Long Raffle Poems
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O pilot of my whole being! O Soul! Spirit! Atma!
O, you that leads me to the absolute Paramatma!
O, I yearn to connect with you! Communicate! Converse!
O, I long to touch you; feel you; in you to get immerse!
I'm as weak as a jellyfish; unable to hold me,
I try all the ways, to go within, like novice rishi;
I explore my self - like a saintly sage - my past, present,
I try my focal point; to this my energy I spend...!
Do I, like greedy rich, lean on my material wealth?
Or, like hypochondriac, overanxious about health?
Or, as orthodox mice, raffle-rousing, terrorizing?
Or energy wasted thinking of adversely acting?
Now, like an alchemist, I tread into my magic lands,
Like a researcher - study, synthesis, weigh wetland sands;
Like a naturist, explore beauty; ponder! Contemplate!
Like farmer, plow; manure; cultivate; irrigate; harvest!
I examine my frequent existence; stop, look, and walk!
I wait for signs from within; only inner voice I talk!
I place my hands, on my heart, and question my intentions,
I make my yatra within; walk moved by intuitions...!
02 January 2022
Can remember an ember from being a boy
Off for a trundle little me just a bundle of joy
Dream I am Roy of the Rovers or Rob Roy
Admit never did behave like Lord Fauntleroy
More up for a caper than being a paperboy
Dressing up always more Indian than cowboy
More bow and arrow shun the gun not my toy
Messing up older a bit bolder got first playboy
Each page teenage hormones rage their ploy
Confessing at some stage wore dodgy corduroy
Not a fave gave colder shoulder to sage Tolstoy
More plot thickens heart quickens Dickens envoy
Who's ever told sold better tales of the hoi polloi
Artful dodger that insightful and spriteful decoy
Delightful a bold cheeky and sneaky barrow boy
BUT
Liars & deniers stoking fires while we're choking annoy
Pariahs empires of desires requires knaves to employ
Craves those culture vulture raves which then destroy
Waves stroking cage of wage slaves to graves deploy
Don’t subscribe to tribe’s lust it must just surely cloy
Paths to Mars paves all caves in as did for Helen of Troy
SO
Won’t snaffle the health raffle... folks selling saveloy?
Or crickey chat to that spiky pikey prat yelling “Oi Oi”
We maybe all at sea but lets believe land’s nearly ahoy
Street food snack some heat... pak choi chilli and soy
Suss don’t ever be coy telling us what you dearly enjoy
The fuzzy warmth you feel clearly is the real deal mccoy
True birthday treat got to finally eat yearly at the Savoy
If beset then really never forget the reset for regret JOY
T’was the night before Christmas
Time flew like jet’s zooming past
All working men and women in the house
Couldn’t scratch their heads in a sudden rush
Women needed to set all before they leave
For a church service on a Christmas Eve
Foods, tables, chairs and a nice party ground
Games’ paraphernalia and a good sound
Men put up a big Christmas tree in the middle
With colorful lights, but forgot the star or angel
While I hurriedly wrapped my presents
Wasn’t aware, I’ve swapped the toys for children
Everyone was so excited for coming home
Satiated at church service and Christmas program
We couldn’t wait for our family reunion to start
So we headed right away with the meditation part
All seated around the tree in a big circle
Game started for moms, dads, aunts with uncles
Played blind folded, a dance- feeding-partner
With cake—a funny game with the loudest laughter
Children played many games too
But we're more excited for the raffle draws
Everybody wished to win a big prize of cash
Then most of us got Santa’s white beard or mustache
T’was the night before Christmas
Our reunion’s highlight was giving gifts with our hearts
Boys really took time exchanging gifts with the girls
Aunt laughed loudly for receiving pants and a skirt for uncle
Dec. 13,2022 10.10pm
Our family tradition is to reunite on the night before Christmas, going to church, praying, sleeping together and on the 25th, we’ve family sumptuous lunch where other relatives, friends and neighbors are welcomed to join. Family reunion like this also happens in New Year’s Eve.
The Night Before 3
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Standing at back of cafeteria during youth basketball awards ceremony
This is my community.
"What you do may not seem important but it is very important that you
do it."
The men and women bringing the boys and girls a step to wisdom.
Win or lose, play your best and treat your opponent with respect.
Maybe the school principal can explain the ultimate mystery?
The women cannot be this chaste! The men so committed to
non-violence!
What is the board president alone in her bedroom.
Coach Strong and his blowsy frowsy wife?
They put much emotion and gratification aside to get things done. Done
for their sons and done for their daughters.
Visit the web site! Buy a raffle ticket! Belong to the loved ones!
I follow distantly. I watch warily. I have not been asked to lead or lift a
load.
Sitting in a chair in a corner of a room at the top of a house near the end
of a street on the edge of a city at the mouth of a river,
Estuary of ocean, ocean of atmosphere, pierced by a meteor bringing ore
and organisms, incinerating elements and rototilling ecosystems,
Everything changes but consciousness.
The kids of course are perfect as animals in habitats.
In light of these basketball certificates, team spirits,
Time, our moment, is indeed "the mercy of eternity."
In the raffle
That is life
Strife is rife
Moral blindness
Snaffles kindness
But passion
Can fashion
Empathy
Rations for a while
Vile bile denial
Come on
Charity not depravity
Compassion
Turns
Guile, wiles & trials
Into Cheshire cat smiles
Sympathy
Shrugs become hugs
Affinity
Muddled huddles
Become
Cherished cuddles
Sensitivity relished
Pokes at folks
Now
Rib tickling jokes
So
Don’t fall behind
How
No need to look above
Refine your mind
Rewind & you will find
What
Defined Fab Four rapport
No
Don't push & shove
Why
"All you need is love"
Really..you sure
Yeah go on…try to be kind
I took my mum to slimming world
On every Tuesday night
She’d get her finest glad rags on
And beam with sheer delight
Not much of an adventure,
On the way she’d barely speak.
But she’d set her sights on glory
As the slimmer of the week.
With eager expectation
We queued up by the scales
Catching surreptitious glances
“Has she come off the rails ? “
“Shoes off please and on the scales”
Then handing in your book,
You felt your pulse start racing
When you dared to take a look
“Just a half pound gain this week”
“But don’t get too despondent “
The lady scribbled in mum’s book,
Like a weight gain correspondent.
“Have you checked the scales” said Mum
“They simply can’t be right ?”
“I think they need to be reset
Because I didn’t weigh that last night ?”
“Are you staying for the chat ?”
Said the slimming world consultant
“We’ve got some bars for you to try”
And mum looked quite exultant
“Would you like a raffle ticket ?”
I can still picture the scene,
When they drew your numbers out
And you won an aubergine.
“So how’s your week been Linda ?
Did you keep track of your syns ? “
“I just had lots of chicken breasts
But I didn’t eat the skins “
“Mark - our slimmer of the week !
Share your story with the group”
“I just ate Quorn and Quark all week
And pints of lentil soup”
Mum kept smiling all the time
While others told their tales of woe,
A Chinese meal that took its toll
Or a Hot Dog at the show
Brenda stormed out of the room
Just looking for attention.
“ I’ve not put on 3 pounds” she screamed
It’s just water retention
“See you all next week” said Sue
The hall’s needed by the Vicar
Mark, smiling smugly, swaggered out
Showing off his latest sticker.
On the way back in the car
Mum was smiling, full of glee
I said “what are you so pleased about? “
She said “ They’re all bigger than me”
Wee ditty about the loudly, proudly beating heart of our oh so pretty city.
No hustling..strolling along...to the rolling soundtrack..bustling throng
A musky busker hums, strums and sings their husky song...
Familiar faces..fayre made with care..displayed with flair to share..
Tip top one stop shop..rare.. hallowed not fallowed places.
Grab a seat...have a natter..nab a moreish treat..baffled by the seasonal snaffle raffle..
Becalming as disarming stallholders flatter with charming chatter..
No need to scatter whatever the weather..for once it doesn't matter.
Feast your eyes...on the fruit, veggies, flowers and pies...a treasure trove..
We loyally royally rove..Dunedin’s own homegrown orchard grove.
Hordes..maraud..applaud the smorgasbord hoard..
Toasts to our harbingers & hosts bucolic boasts...
Our locavore lair...after dawn duty on a Saturday morn..
There to share..our adored victual ritual..
Rootling & pootling...epicurean sights..sybaritic delights…
Pushing greedy needy…gourmands & gluttons’ buttons..
Fossicking..their weekly home from home outing..
Gastronomes roam.. pouting swag bags sprouting..
Never snooty....just rollicking & frolicking..
Touting this tutti fruity booty of beauty..
“And the top prize is to spend the day with a ventriloquist,” my mother told me,
Proudly. She was the organizer of the carnival, and thought this up herself.
What the heck? I had bought fifty raffle tickets. I wanted a new car or rent money.
Certainly not a whole day with that old geezer.
The old geezer worked the church carnival like a new groom.
He was everywhere, charming everyone but me.
I was in pout mode.
And of course I won top prize.
He called me six times to make a date.
I finally relented, reluctantly.
Thinking what a horrible day it would be, a wasted Saturday.
Within minutes of meeting him I discovered something right away.
The ventriloquist looked old, but he was younger than me in attitude.
He was playful and fun, more like a twelve year old boy than a sixty-two-year-old grandpa.
I missed my twelve year olds, they had dumped me long ago.
Choosing their friends over their mother.
Within the first two hours, I had laughed harder than I had
Laughed in six or eight years.
We did only the things I wanted to do.
He showed me how to throw my voice, but I was not any good.
We did not care.
He asked me what I wanted to do.
I wanted to go to a pawn shop. I had never been to one, and so we went.
We ate lunch at my favorite restaurant, and he insisted on paying.
In the afternoon when we said our goodbyes, I hugged him hard.
It was one of the best days of my life.
And the last day of his.
I think of this often, and
How glad I am that his cheerful playful spirit changed my hardened attitude.
Submitted to Anthony Slausen's Ventriloquist
Contest
June 19, 2018
They call it "Championship Thunder"
Two Main Events!
The Loser Shears the Sheep Match!
The Thesz Classic
Technical Wrestling Showcase
( Dq's for excessive brawling)
Pinfall and Submission Only
dq, countout or interference
with give the
Officials the right to make the
match best two out of three falls!
Tag Team Battle Raffle
Draw names to form partnership
8 men four corners match
pin a partner to eliminate the team
last team wins
A Shark Pool Grudge Match
they'll lower the shaft cart into the ring
before the opponent has been announced
14 men will be in the ring and will have
three minutes with the guy who
draws the red straw
after the official match begins
the match will become a lumberjack match
only a pinfall or submission will end
the bout!
Weasel Feasel match will have a man in the
corner strapped to the ring post his
reach is limited, he's neutral and blindfolded.
two men no dq match to the finish!
Early morning I stumble around
Half asleep I make no sound
Coffee machine gives a groan
It’s beyond repair hear my moan
Decided to brew a cup of char
Prop myself up at breakfast bar
Toast, I think so put in bread
Electric flare now toasters dead.
Usually patient but now am shattered
The post arrives with bills that matter
No,no what’s this before my eyes
It seems I’ve won a raffle prize.
One thousand euro ‘tis a windfall
Morning looks better I’m walking tall
Entirely dumbfounded but what the heck
Finger’s crossed it’s not a bad cheque.
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