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Little Heidel clapped her hands
As she heard the marching bands
Monkeys came who were leading
With their funny tails beating
Colorful and cheerful drums
Ratta-tat and Rummy-tums
Next up came some marching tunes
clarinets played by baboons
Elephants marched next in line
Blowing horns, they did just fine
Heidel watched in joy at those
Now came cats, bells on their toes!
Heidel's papa jumped for joy
Up next came a little boy
Playing fiddle joyfully
Heidel laughed for she could see
Brother Petra winked an eye
As the marching band passed by
Heidel's dream was so much fun
But her nap was finally done
Wiping way' sleep from her eyes
What she did next was no surprise!
Opening her pink toy box
Found her monkeys made from socks
Happy laughter followed soon
Heidel found her toy baboon
Stuffed elephants, a toy cat
She made them march,
just like that
Heidel's papa came to see
Petra's fiddle joined with glee
Everybody shared a smile
Their joy lasted quite awhile
Heidel's toys were oh so grand
Such a happy marching band!
Heidel made her dream come true
Now her story's told to you!
Just for fun!
Dedicated to Grammy's sweet angels
My children and grandkids
Make your dreams come true!
<3
Happy Birthday to a dear son,
I think of all the good memories we shared.
The beautiful picnic at Whit church,
With our relatives , there was a pond, very scenic.
The years growing up and going to school,
The university graduation and the many happy years with our grandparents.
Our parents big old house where we lived together with your mom and aunt Antje.
The picnics at Jack Darling park, skipping stones in the water.
The frisbee days where we would drive from our grandparent's house ,
We'd get a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken and have a picnic.
Then we were off to the Dairy queen for an ice cream,
I used to drive in those days, I don't drive anymore.
We were off to Dietrich Bonhoeffer church where i taught Sunday school,
I had my young children with me in our Sunday school class.
That was quite a distance for us to travel,
With God's help we travelled safely.
The beautiful Poinsetta Erik brought his mother at Christmas,
I remember the hug was very nice.
Erik's exquisite wedding to Lisette,
I couldn't be there but he sent me pictures,.
That was a beautiful Hawaiin wedding on the beach,
He wore a white papal suit with a hawaiin lei and his wife wore a white bridal gown.
Many good memories, I am very thankful for my sons Kirk and Erik and my miracle wedding to my husband Walter of twenty years,
We are still friends today.
The long drives to our A frame cottage at North Bay when the children were young,
I cooked and Walter got the fireplace going,to keep us warm.
Summers we would go swimming in the shallow water,
rowing in our rowboat.
Then we would drive back to our beautiful house , the children loved games.
Monopoly was our favorite and of course chess.
We would spend hours with these games, we also liked gin rummy.
I remember the rubix cube years, the children were good at solving them,
Many good memories and I will always be thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Of all of the days to sleep in this late
Why did I have to choose today
The revolution we'd been planing along
I'm sure was already underway
I grabbed my bag, thank goodness already packed
And headed for the door
I ran out so fast my dog was aghast
My feet barely touching the floor
When I arrived at the park
I saw none of my friends
There were old ladies knitting shawls
Old men playing rummy and gin
I was already there
So I refused to go home
The revolution got canceled
And I wasn't informed
So I stood up on my soapbox
And yelled listen to me
All the old folks gathered round
As I gave the greatest of speech
I talked of how long
We'd been beat down by the man
As I went point by point
Of my intricate plan
There came weakened shouts
From a few in the crowd
While the hearing impaired
Wondered what all the fuss was about
We all moved to the street
With luck a Boy Scout happened by
To help all the old ladies across
But only one at a time
We surrounded Dairy Queen first
Because they have ice cream soft serve
Which goes down so smooth
When your wearing dentures
Next we did a flash mob
In the local Right-Aid
There were old women swinging purses
And old men waving canes
They all slowly shuffled down
The adult diaper aisle
Where they stripped the shelves clean
With raspy giggles and wrinkly smiles
Things were running so smoothly
According to revolutionary plans
We were creating social havoc
And sticking it BAD to the man
In the middle of the craze
My cell phone it rang
It was my radical friends
Wondering where I have been
I'm a tad bit embarrassed
That's the least I can say
In my mad rush to arrive
I went to the wrong park today
So I snuck out the back of Rite-Aid
As the swat team arrived
If I had a conscience I'd feel bad
In leaving my new old friends behind
We were both born in November
....... just two years apart
Having you as my big sister
....... I was off to a great start
You were much more than a sister
....... also a confident and friend
Through our troublesome childhood
...... on you I could depend
In protecting me you instilled
...... much courage and love
Not to dwell on the actions and hatred of others,
...... to rise above
Inseparable we always were
...... like two peas in a pod
A special and unique pairing
...... thoughtfully arranged by God
You plead with me, to fetch you
....... water, books and other stuff
I lovingly did it
...... while pretending to huff
Doing your insistent bidding
...... how could I not comply
You sweetly stating " I love you most "
...... with a twinkle in your eye
Endless hours spent together playing
...... monopoly, cribbage and gin rummy
We made our own joy
...... when life got crummy
Sharing the same bedroom
...... until our late teens
Making countless memories
...... and sharing dreams
In our twenties we worked together
...... side by side
Even living in the same building
...... we did reside
We had more time together
...... then most siblings ever get
That we're not still together
....... is a heartbreaking regret
Cancer came along and swiftly
...... made its claim
Life without you in it
...... is sadly not the same
I couldn't fathom so young
...... that you would depart
But dear sister you will forever remain
...... deep in my heart
*DRUNKEN POET*
There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy
Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.
Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too spoon.
Next thing you know his words start getting deep.
Poeting out words revealing he's the family's black sheep.
His blood shot level was releasing his emotional word.
Dreaming that I was in a bath like a dirty bird.
Intoxicated with a breath so refreshing.
Designing me a thousand passionate ones in the meshing
Falling for his physical and mental temporary drunken state
His sense of intellectual things where hitting me real straight.
Swallowing his words like a forbidden love potion
I excessively indulged him with more alcohol to inspire his motion
Admitting to me that love was his downfall.
For me he fell from the stars and than began to crawl.
Proposing a toast for the sake of love
Rambling how I'm the only one he's dreaming of
Nourishing me with his ocean water of affection
Re-bonding his words for me to be his resurrection
Call me crazy for feeling the connection!
Allowing him to penetrate his poetry in me like an injection.
A character so loving above a 99% liquor proof test.
Romancing me with the disguise that he is the best.
Restraining myself from this drunken poet called my husband
Remembering that he is the one fool I can not stand
In his most charming rhyme he called me his rehab.
By that time I knew it was time to call him a cab.
Reminding him about his Alcoholic Anonymous class.
Now all of a sudden he starts acting like an a$$!
Putting his drunken sober poet mind to sleep.
Anyways tomorrow he will still be the same poetic romantic creep!
BY: P.D.
Four dogs two kids and one lover
Too hard to balance my calendar
When I just need some time to myself, take a breath and eat lunch
This one needs to go here
And the other there
And then my lover says where’s my kiss dear?
How to fit it all in?
And still keep a grin
And also make everyone feel like they win
The kids they need watching
The dogs they need walking
And don’t ask me what my lover is talking
Soccer mom is on the go
Now basketball we have to show
And when is your concert?, oh no!
Am I double booked by accident?
Which dog goes to the vet?
And I haven’t even made dinner yet!
Scraped knees they need mending
Wounded feelings need tending
How am I losing every rummy hand? I need to pay attention
My car’s oil needs changing
And then there’s the recycling
Help me out I ask my lover, please
The floor it needs washing
And the boys need a talking
When can I get time for a mile walk in?
My job is demanding
But gives me change to buy candy
How did I ever think I could work full time and still plan things
My lover he’s patient and very understanding
He has to be because of all the chaos we’re withstanding
But we’re in this together and united we’re standing
I tell him he’s a cutie whenever I can
He says I’m beautiful and then mentions my cans
We keep it going, still in love we hold hands
Life has its crazies
Sometimes even lazies
Each precious moment we try encapsulating
The wild times they end
The kids leave the den
And what’s left are the memories we made with our clan
I wouldn’t trade this for anything different
So much we lived through I wouldn’t miss it
Even though a few times I did say I need just 5 minutes
Resolved was I to exercise,
To utmost try to slenderize.
From flabby bod I'd poundage peel
To Grecian god beneath reveal.
But soon my straining torso frail
Becomes complaining, moaning male.
I parts exert unused for years,
Resulting hurt benumb with beers.
To tone my sinews, first I stretch.
Then phone to paramedics fetch.
Just sorry sighs remain from squats
As throbbing thighs get daily shots.
I jumping jacks abandon, too,
Lest heart attacks severe ensue.
And ill-advised was somersault.
I agonized and asp'rin bought.
My hopes have ended it appears,
But vision splendid perseveres.
I'll hunk in shorts, admired and slim,
Achieve by sports instead of gym.
But skateboard ramps bring muscle cramps.
Heaved bowling balls great groaning cause.
Midst smoke and smog, I coughing jog;
And lifting weights distress creates.
On bikes I speed, then ointment need.
When skating, fall and aching crawl.
If rowing fast, I'm quickly gassed.
Done swimming laps, I next collapse.
As part of goal to blubber pare
I swallow whole some frightful fare.
I fast food ban and diet plan,
But cannot stand its flavors bland.
It's too extreme to steaks refuse,
Forbid ice cream and buns and booze.
To every meal eat beans and kale
Is dread ordeal that's doomed to fail.
I'll quit improvements causing stress.
Most tiring movements will be chess.
Resembling mummy wrapped in tape,
I'll stay a rummy out of shape.
I'll banish greens, no broth consume,
Buy jumbo jeans, and sloth resume.
For good retire to cuddly couch;
No more perspire nor utter ouch.
* * * * *
(Merely farcical jesting, not
advocacy of idle gluttony)
He hung around the bars in town
An’ sometimes in the jail
No one cared about his problems –
Nobody paid his bail.
His life went on without much change
He just got pushed aside
Then one day in fifty seven
We saw his other side.
That mornin’ he woke up sober
He shaved an’ combed his hair
Pressed his pants an’ shined his boots
An’ breathed the mornin’ air.
No one knew what got into him
He’s always up an’ down
But he knew what had woke him up
The rodeo’s in town
Bulls and Bronc’s to ride, calves to rope
There was so much to do
He signed his name to do ‘em all
An’ felt himself brand new.
The cowboys seemed to know him well
An’ slapped him on the back
We’d always called him “Rummy Joe”-
They called him Mister Jack.
We all watched with eyes wide open
As he won three of four –
An’ won the “All Around” of course
We were stunned to the core.
I stopped a cowboy by the gate
An’ asked about his friend
He hadn’t seen him for awhile
Didn’t know where he’d been.
They’d rodeo’d for fifteen years
Goin’ from town to town
He was a champion ‘til his wife
Ran off with Chuck the Clown.
Well he caught up with Chuck the Clown
Down by the Rio Grande
He shot him until he got tired –
Buried him in the sand.
The judge who tried him for the deed
Traveled from town to town
He loved to watch the rodeo
But hated all the clowns
So Mister Jack got thirty days
Clown’s gal could only frown
The judge said justice had been served
The Jack shot the clown
So that’s the tale of Mister Jack
He’s up but once was down
You’ll notice when he rides the bull
There ain’t no clown around
"If I feel physically,
as if the top of my head been taken off,
I know it's poetry."
--Emily Dickenson
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No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!
Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!
Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!
Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!
© Joseph, November 28, 2008
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Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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An old southern tradition said to bring good luck throughout the year,
Is to eat black-eyed peas on New Years Day, a custom they hold so dear.
This Yankee boy had never heard of such 'til I wed my Confederate spouse!
Now, sixty years later we still observe that strange practice at our house!
Be that as it may, I'm not all that convinced that it really holds true,
And I'll relate for you a few curious events to prove my point of view!
In January of last year it froze so hard that my water line burst!
Mind you, the year had hardly begun - that was on January the first!
In March it snowed so hard that the blossoms froze on my apple tree!
There'd be no luscious fruit to chomp on for the squirrels, birds or me!
On the fifteenth of April I faithfully submitted my tax forms as required.
I received a notice in July that my presence for an IRS audit was desired!
In August the neighbor kid hit a home run that shattered my windowpane!
My 'in good hands' insurance wouldn't cover the cost, much to my disdain!
In October the airline lost all of our luggage, which is no great surprise!
(Hence, we'll ride AMTRAK when we travel in lieu of the friendly skies!)
I reckon my run of tough luck is just one of the rummy vicissitudes of life,
But oft' I muse, "Lord, is it only to me that such things happen so rife?"
(This was written with considerable tongue in cheek and to have a little fun.
I'll keep on eatin' black-eyed peas to better my luck, when all is said and done!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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