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Australian Rockers
Sydney boys
Man could they Rock
In Whole Lotta Rosie's Eyes
But one member
Was the glint in her eye
The singer, Bon Scott
Rock n Roll ride
Their rhythm of love
Was the best he said
This titular woman
Rocked in bed
Her curved frame
Drove him to sing
42" - 39" - 56"
To commemorate their fling
She weighed in at nineteen stone
Bon the king, was her throne
The joy she brought, to the Australian Scot
Led him to write the lyrics sex taught
Let there be Rock
Where the track is from
Is AC/DC's anthem
Guitar so strong
What ever happened to this Rosie girl
Music history in the Rocker world
No longer we have Bon from Kirriemuir
I missed the chance, when they toured
But this awesome band
Nearly all Scottish born
True Rockers in any form
And about this track
For this poem i write
Rosie and Bon
Good night
" written for Michele Nold-Godleske contest Music to your Pen "
and i thank you for the opportunity, Ty AC/DC
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music.php
Mr. Clyde Schlunk traveled from his home in Worm Holes, Alabama,
To represent his company at a convention in Hammond, Indiana.
He was to soak up tidbits of data concerning the disposal of nuclear waste.
To fortify himself for the weekend he scurried to the hotel bar with haste!
Clyde had suffered insomnia for years and was prone to drifting off to sleep.
He was in dire straits and tried to control it with medicine that wasn't cheap.
There was a seminar though, concerning a UFO that held his rapt attention:
'Twas reported it landed in a lunar crater - 'twas the hi-lite of the convention!
Rosie and her polka band played a gig in the hotel bar each and every night.
He forsook the "wine and dine" catered by the kitchen preferring Miller Lite!
He and a rowdy crowd of vacuum salesmen partied 'til they closed the bar.
Clyde felt no pain reeling to his room - by that time he was gone by far!
One evening after a gargantuan toot with friends, he'd had too many snorts,
And locked himself out of his room clad only in his spandex boxer shorts!
The security folks escorted him back to his room and made of it no big issue.
(To sweeten his sour breath he toted a handy supply of Listerine soaked tissue!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Fifth Place in Catie Lindsey's "Wacky Weekend Challenge" Contest - June 2010
She stands beautiful, pride in the sky
The first lady of my countryside
Watching over both town and tide
I'm gonna climb her one more time before I die.
Cast my ashes way up there
High into the Cleveland air
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie
Watch them come driftin' down
Settled now on hallowed ground
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie
Madly mystical in Summer's glow
Autumn colours enhance her so
The Winter maiden decked out in snow
Flowers in Spring begin again her wonder show
Cast my ashes way up there
High into the Cleveland air
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie
Watch them come a-driftin' down
Settled now on hallowed ground
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie.
In a graveyard not far from her
Stands a gravestone cherished with care
The last haven my parents share
Maybe my dust in the north wind's gust will carry there.
Cast my ashes way up there
High into the Cleveland air
One hard morning still and fair off Rosie
Watch them come a-driftin' down
Settled now on hallowed ground
Home at last, safe and sound on Rosie.
HEAR ME SING THIS IN CONCERT ON YOUTUBE: Louis Spence. Rosie Song.
ROSIE is the common local name for Roseberry Topping, a hill of 1000 feet
height which dominates our local landscape
THANK YOU
The local girls are Asian, South Korean, Japanese,
Chinese, Vietnamese.
A few runaway Muslim chicks.
War is a man-shaped demon.
War is booze and guns, fistfights,
Humvees and frying, flying limbs.
What's a young man to do?
He does it, then lives to die later.
Madam Butterfly has a missile launcher.
Flower-drum songs and whistling bombs,
'agent orange' sing-alongs.
It’s all an edge of the grave rave.
Rosie the riveter has got herself a flamethrower.
Napalm blooms in the garden of sin.
What's a young man to do
to save you?
If he makes it, if he comes through,
treat him gently
while he holds his head and screams
or more likely, he goes quiet
way too quiet.
then he just might be the next explosion
in your new foxhole.
Local girls go and come home also,
she that stayed,
her long tour of duty has just begun.
Rosie played the Hammond Organ at the church
This week she left us in a real lurch
For Rosie went off with one of those vaccum salesmen
Who turned her eye wearing Spandex boxer shorts on tight skin
The choir director will be in dire straits
Because a mouse built his house in the organ with his mate
We placed a listern soaked tissue in there
Hoping it will stink those meese away __that pair
Now Rosie's husband is one medicine for insomnia and emotional pain
He's drifting in and out of being nearly insane
I heard some tid bits the other day
At the convention for women only what can I say
Well this is it, "Rosie's now playing gigs
At the "Wormholes" all night club where truckers park their own rig."
It's right next to those lunar craters
Where in their kitchen at night the vacuum salesman peels potatoes
That night they saw a UFO land and steal nuclear waste
And this was beyond half-past eight
When Rosie wined and dined her friends
She told them the whole weird story..The End..
Believe it or not your choice....
Norman Rockwell
Rockwellesque
brilliant man with nostalgia values
with dreams viewed of a perfect life
depicting amusing scenes
with sense of humor, shown
with heartwarming bonds
memories fade
canvas art
captures
life
12/2/2015
Poetry Contest: Favorite Painter
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
www.howmanysyllables.com
Norman Rockwell
Norman Percevel Rockwell was a 20th-century American painter and illustrator. His works enjoy a broad popular appeal in the United States for their reflection of American culture
Born: February 3, 1894, New York City, NY
Died: November 8, 1978, Stockbridge, MA
Children: Thomas Rockwell, Jarvis Waring, Peter Barstow
Organizations founded: Famous Artists School
Notable works: Willie Gillis, Rosie the Riveter, Four Freedoms, The Problem We All Live With
Hey Loretta, here's a poem just for you
written by an admirer who's feelin quite blue
We met at Oggies on a sunny winters day
Just around the corner from your place, I'd say
We hopped around from table to table following the sun
We drank hot chocolate and coffee by the ton
When I came to your house for dinner, I got lost
cause all teh roads in ellenbrook, seemed to criss-cross
I drank all the wine as I searched for your place
Little did I know I was so far yet so near from base.
We sat on the couch and I asked you for a kiss
when it happened I knew that this was bliss
You loved my kiss so very much
Nothing ordinary, nothing common touch
It lingered in your mind and memory
It was sweet wet and very sensory
We went out the next week to Rosie O'Grady's
Kissed all night, it must have looked a bit shady
The day after when I saw you in my shorts
All I wanted to do was for us to court.
As the days went by I fell more and more in love
And soon you were all I would think of.
We first went away to a beach house in two Rocks
We went to the beach and got sand in my jocks
we walked along the beach at leasure
looking around for any shipwreck and treasure
Shepherds exquisite rosie blushed skies
between seas of clouds drifting by
As the veil of evening spirituality rises,
the layers strip away
until thin enough to reveal
a night-time previously unseen
Work of art,
Heaven’s beauty
A Queen of the skies.
An air if intoxication
trips the mind
for a moment belief is enforced
Unveiled a Guardian Angel
set to watch over us,
protect us with love
Taken too quickly from our world,
this feminine stunner
with long black trailing locks
that reach mid back;
a mouth so hot,
sophisticated,
elegantly wrapped form
This spiritual purity,
so youthful;
is lifted to higher realms,
where as a winner,
her floral crown is raised before her
She watches with breath of reservation
Her eyes look on seductively
filled with knowing need
Enfolded with the love
of those that look up to her
Her premature wings
wrap her neck and shoulders,
fluffy, white as purest cotton wool.
Her time,
her pleasure,
her passion,
her promise,
her prize
Yours to seek and find
A picture perfect place in mind
Desire
Sailing oceans on my clipper
She was named the Song of the Sea
I'm her only female skipper
My name it is Rosie Marie
I love to hear the songs of whales
Sailing oceans on my clipper
Folks gather for to hear my tales
of a humpback known as Flipper
I would hand feed him smoked kipper
As he swam alongside my ship
Sailing oceans on my clipper
Singing was his bargaining chip
Charmed and entranced by his whale song
Crisscrossing oceans with Flipper
Loving this humpback for so long
Sailing oceans on my clipper
Written 25th January 2020
Contest: Distant Refrains
Sponsor Joseph May
4th Place
Picture 3
8 syllables per line checked with: howmanysyllables.com
Contest Strand No 670
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Let’s run through the city
Late at night when it’s empty
We can focus on us and
Forget about the morning
Warm up the freezing winds by
Screaming about all of your anxieties.
I’ll shout out all of my problems to
Release the tension in the frigid air
We’ll play ring around the Rosie
Under the bright city streetlights.
We’ll fall down on our asses and
Laugh about all of our insecurities
Let’s jump up and down like kids and
Use our outside voices to wake up everyone.
We’ll start yelling at the top of our lungs
As the sun starts to rise.
If we live like there’s no tomorrow,
I want you to hold me until the end.
If the world ends up crashing together
Be mine until it’s all over.