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Charlie the woodchopper of Fremont
began to build his new home,
it had to have an elegant dome
with a golden trim glittering at night.
Charlie couldn't afford
a Victorian mansion and settled
for a modest ranch with small rooms
and a patio with a sliding door;
there, apple trees swayed
and stranded cats played...
Brawny, the dog, guarded the house's windows
from that armed intruder,
Charlie's rifle was ready to make gunshot fumes
and scare the thief wearing his stolen trousers!
Charlie lost his adorable wife
to a car accident, she hit a tree head-on
while being distracted by a deer
driving across a wet road in Denver;
since then he lived life in strife...
a widower who refused to remarry
and break the matrimonial vows;
what he has left now is a cocaine addict son!
Charlie spends his time reading the Daily Review
which is one of the newspapers free to senior citizens,
and he often wipes off his reading glasses that look new,
but taking them off he loses the perception of things;
his days are long and sad, he wishes he had
a companion, but Leonor cannot be replaced
by anyone...she smiles at him from a portrait
he painted himself on a wood plaque and it seems real!
Quite a few times he has wept and tried
to deal with his unbearable pain, but only prayers could!
He only listens for Leanor's voice that has a ghostly sound!
A goldfish has a memory of about three seconds
Very much like senior citizens I'd say
They're often seen aimlessly walking the streets
Wearing their dear wife's negligee
A sneeze has been recorded at travelling over
One hundred forty feet per second
Fast enough to knock a buzzard off a poop wagon
An amazing feat without question
During an average person's lifetime, one will eat
About sixty thousand pounds of food
That's the weight of about six full grown elephants
Embarrassing to be seen in the nude
In Tokyo, I'm told they sell toupees for your dog
Come on, that's just downright bizarre
Way back, “pants” was considered a bad word
That's one of the strangest facts by far
Only one person in two billion will live to be
One hundred and sixteen or older
Wonder if these geezers are still sexually active
Does the fire of passion still smoulder
The longest flight of a rooster ever recorded
Was about thirteen seconds they say
Chasing all the pretty hens around the barnyard
Clucking, “ride 'em cowboy, olé!”
Did you know Ramses Condoms were named
After the pharaoh Ramses the Second
This gentleman surely didn't use any such protection
For fathering 160, he's a legend
If you ever find yourself in a crocodile's jaws
Push your thumbs into its eyeballs
The croc will scream and immediately let go
Then run away before you get mauled
© Jack Ellison 2013
In our life-building engagement…
may genuine love prevail, upholding our commitment.
For this evaluative retrospection endeavour
may we respond with sincerity to show our caring* fervour.
Within our partnership, may lonely hearts find their home
feeling the warmth from our sweet grace-dome.
May we cherish special children as precious
needing compassion’s kindness bountifully gracious.
May we help rescue battered kids from relationship anomalies
by heeding to their yearning for foster families.
Cognizant of the abandoned, orphaned, neglected
may strive to reach out so they can be protected.
May we welcome street urchins, along hands extending
and greet heartily distressed gals, devoid of pretending.
May we try to secure the victim of abuse with peace-bliss
assisting them overcome traumas they should miss.
May we serve as concerned guiding light
to brighten persons with disabilities toward progress-delight?
May our ministry make the senior citizens jubilant
while we encourage them to stay joyously vigilant.
May we offer to the aged succouring haven
as they await the blessings of eternal heaven.
Being volunteers sharing values and virtues of godly believers
may we influence with gladness our fellow care-givers.
May we pray for each other’s good health and grand future
having faith in God, serving by His mercy’s gesture.
Trusting the Source and Author of care’s essence
may we fulfill our part, contributing our utmost with Christ’s presence.
*Philippians 4:10 “But I rejoiced in the Lord greatly, that now at the last your care of me hath flourished again…
February 19, 2020
March 23, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE O..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/24/2020.
Once again I'm here to testify
Beg your God to bless my life!
Senior citizens point me out as the devils advocate
So extravagant, A prisoner of my own arrogance
Passed a black rose and saw Satan blush
Harrassed so he chose hating a passionate rush
Satisfaction of seeing angels and demons lust
A mixture of culture
Draining elixir, like a blood thirsty vulture
From the bottomless pitts they've cursed this structure
And now I'm slipping into darkness
And I can't sleep
Pleasant dreams were promises
But I've fallen to deep
Now I'm just a lost soul slipping into darkness
Beat every factor but death
The secrets that time won't tell
The shadows and spirits that greed won't sell
Bless the date of my mothers final contraction
Eager thoughts of an innocents gurls erections
Knocked down the door
And told her to
"Close your eyes and spread your legs for your own protection"
You gone take this and with no objections
And if I ever find you
I won't bother to creep up behind you
Splice your tongue, make you remember my mom
Pass the memories around
Let em know you took advantage of a defenseless woman
And left her in the lost and found!
And now i'm slippin into darkness
And I can't sleep, I've fallen so deep
That now I'm slipping into darkness
Midst many senior-citizens of our little township,
Has been Mr. Captain, a solemn man in his mid-nineties,
One, enjoying each-and-everyone's abundant friendship,
Who looked much younger, yet, as though just in his late sixties...
There's a secret hidden in him; like gold within deep mine,
Like sailor having sea-riddles, he had his war puzzles;
Sparkle your interest; you'll see his stories flow in twine;
Adventure advanced like his automaton-gun muzzles...
A thousand lotuses seemed blossoming on his shining face,
When he talked of his valorous victories after wars;
As part of paraphernalia he showed his brief-case,
Wherein rested his telescope that helped him gazing stars...
With his wealth he did not buy or sell; Nor did he marry;
His eyes, like owls, watched vigilantly the nation's progress;
The highlighted portion of his well-maintained diary,
Included strategies of systematic war success...
He inspired many young for the service of the nation,
This has been the greatest success of his great life-story;
Though dignitaries did not glamorize his cremation,
The challenge-filled tear-drops of young soldiers sang his glory...
29 June 2022
Tears of a Valient Soldier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
In Chicago, my summer of '70 was spent working with a program seeking to rescue drug addicts, alcoholics, and street gangs. The following
summer of '71, found me on the convention floor at the McCormick Place in Chicago where I was a counselor providing guidance and spiritual instructions
for those who had accepted Christ as their savior at the Billy Graham Crusade. In May of '72, I was graduating from a Bible College in Chicago. In June of '72
on a Saturday noon, I was saying "I do" at the altar of a church and by next morning I was on our honeymoon in Central Wisconsin. By the Fall of '74, I
could be found in the Mississippi Delta pioneering a little church and during missionary work among the children in the community. I also had a job doing
social work among the senior citizens in that rural farming community. This is also where I was when a peanut farmer, Jimmy Carter, became President of
the U.S. in 1976. After driving 2000 miles across the country, life continued on the fast moving track and found me on the Streets of San Francisco in the Fall
of '78. Not long after arriving, my attention was glued to the San Francisco Chronicle and the local television stations bringing fresh and up to the minute
news of The People Temple, its leader Jim Jones, and the mass suicides in Guiana, South America. Then there was the assassination of the San Francisco
mayor and a supervisor and the riot that followed. In the fall of '79, there was the 'Iranian Hostage Crisis" and take-over of the American Embassy.
02212018PSContest,Honorable Mentions Contest Worth Mentioning, Richard L.
Just what you’ve
been waiting for
Coronavirus the movie.
First let the truth be told
coronavirus is taking out
the young and the old.
Babies to Senior citizens.
Celebrities, Royalty,
and World Leaders.
Anybody and everybody’s
prone.
Part of the cure
is to stay at home.
Hollywood couldn’t wait
A Movie series staring
people from around the world.
Self-Quarantine has become
the new way of life.
Social Distancing
has people coming together.
From NYC to Italy
people are singing
from the balconies.
This is not that kind of war.
They'll be no visit
from the Valkyries.
As we are praying for a cure.
New York City’s Broadway
is a ghost town.
And yet, spring breakers
are living it up on the beach.
If and when they can.
I hope they understand
Anything breathing can get it.
People are lining up
for Supermarkets
with empty shelves.
Restaurants if they’re open,
they are take out only.
The advertisement sounds
and Movie trailer sounds
just like this:
I heard it started with a bat,
or Could it have been
a pig farmer
with no plans to wash his hands?
Or was it a city executive
with a fever and sore throat
Well it started with someone.
And right now everyone
can get it.
More than the baffling
curiosity for modern medicine.
As doctors and nurses
are not immune.
A cure for the coronavirus
can't come to soon.
Spreading faster than gossip,
more dangerous
than a forest fire.
A powerful pandemic
Coronavirus the movie.
If you’re looking for
Hollywood’s
Ten Commandments
special effects.
Then check out
COVID-19 in 3D
(It’s a must see)
I was drifting north, looking out for work,
found myself in Iowa, in Des Moines,
a polka band was holding a concert,
they needed roadies, so I thought I’d join.
The work was easy, just moving heavy things,
and helping local seniors to the show,
plentiful beer, a big floor to dance,
guess that’s how these things usually go.
But some brought college-age grandkids along,
they had a good time and messaged their friends,
more folk arrived, and then some hipsters
thought polka would be an ‘ironic’ trend.
They showed on up, the crowd overflowed,
it was then things would get really weird,
’cause unknown to us, some damn hipster fool
poured liquid ecstasy into the beer!
And all of them were drinking heavily,
seven thousand or more soon were high,
old and young, it didn’t matter much,
soon their clothing all began to fly!
The band stopped dead at the sight of it,
they’re never looked upon such a scene,
countless old bodies writhing about…
that’s not something you can ever unsee.
The band-leader begged for them to stop,
I swear that he pleaded just like the best,
but no power we had could stop the mass
of wrinkled hides and sagging…umh—skin.
The hipsters and young folk got mixed on in,
too altered to know who they lay with,
pale, pierced, and skinny, doing sorts of things
even loving gods would find hard to forgive.
Somebody must’ve called the police,
because when they threw open the hall door,
and in a stunned voiced asked people to stop,
the walls of bodies sent up a mad roar.
Seven thousand people reeking of sex
spilled out into the streets in a herd,
the cops wouldn’t shoot senior citizens,
though I heard a few winged them a hipster.
The mayor declared all should stay in their homes
as the mob flittered and frolicked about,
it was more a parade then a riot,
and strangely some even joined the crowd.
After two hours they had made their way
through the suburbs out to a cornfield,
the effects of the drug now wearing off,
the funny memories now seemed real...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
The Universe of Neighborhoods
David J Walker
At this point
All thoughts of the future are laughable
As we gather and laugh a lot as affable
Senior citizens everyone
The glory days are long gone
but relived
Wednesday afternoons
at the tavern
where the beer is cold and the
old men bold
retelling
The old jokes as if they were new
(In low voices of course, times have changed you know)
To the many who are gone
we raise our mugs
In remembrance
And drink to them
whom we loved
To those girls and boys from the same
Universe neighborhood noise
of a low rent
Inner city society all its own
Where we atone for our sins but
Still grin as we toast our beers
and remember them
In our younger days we met for dinner;
Now it’s mainly lunch.
We needn’t rush; since we’re retired,
Time slots we don’t crunch.
We pack up meals we’ve ordered,
For we’ve barely eaten half
And when waiters ask, “Dessert or wine?”
We shake our heads and laugh.
We stop a stranger, asking if
He’ll snap our photo please.
He sees four senior citizens
So he, of course, agrees.
But what he cannot understand
(No reason that he should)
Is that, though we look old to him,
There is the likelihood
That we’ve lived through so many things
He’s only read about
And though he’ll have his own adventures,
There is little doubt
That we add up to so much more
Than what his pix reveal –
Four smiling alte kakers*
Clutching what’s left of our meal.
*a Yiddish expression meaning old farts