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Apple Tree
I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve been seen in gardens, orchards, and the yards of many people, but there is no proof that I was ever in Eden. But let’s just assume that I was indeed the tree realistically known as the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
For heaven’s sake, let’s just assume that I was an innocent bystander, absorbing nutrients from the garden and producing juicy apples. Yes, I was climbed upon by the devil, picked from by the woman, and eaten from by both Adam and Eve. And can anyone imagine how disrespected I felt and taken for granted? Remember, neither the devil nor Eve consulted me about apples from me.
I grew and produced the apple that caused God to be displeased, and forced him to drive them from the garden. Moreover, at least two bites of an apple from my limbs changed the course of history for both nature and all of mankind. I must say that I am not proud of any of this. But you must remember, there was plenty of blame to go around, but when the punishment was handed down, I was not included.
And remember, I have the knowledge and remember very well, because I was there and witnessed literally everything. I even heard the devil lying to Eve, and if I could talk, I would have rebuked the devil, and advised Eve to slowly walk away. I didn’t know where Adam was, but the least I could have done was to call out to him saying, “Beware the devil on my limb!”.
I tell you, I was so sad when I heard God’s voice telling Adam and Eve about their future lives, their limitations and restrictions. Adam was to work hard enough to sweat; and Eve would always have pain when she would give birth to their children.
It was painful for me to listen to, and enough to make even a tough apple tree like myself break down and weep. But the best part was when I heard God tell the devil about his punishment. That’s when I began to rejoice. Wow! I could not shake a leg, but I shook every limb and all the bark on my body.
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"Eeny, meany, miney, moe"
"We all fall down and go boom"
"Oops a daisy" and "Shake a leg"
And my favourite, "Silly baboon"
Heard 'em all a million times
Oh to go back to those days
Just to experience the fun again
The simple games we played
Not a solitary care in the world
We'd come in for lunch and dinner
Then off we'd go exploring again
After all, we were just beginners
Experiencing things every day
Like skipping rocks on the pond
The joys of the world around us
It was like waving a magic wand
Too bad we all have to grow up
Do serious adult like things
I'd much rather travel back in time
And jump and skip and sing
© Jack Ellison 2014
"Eeny, meany, miney, moe"
"We all fall down and go boom"
"Oops a daisy" and "Shake a leg"
And my favourite, "Silly baboon"
Heard 'em all a million times
Oh to go back to those days
Just to experience the fun again
The simple games we played
Not a single solitary care in the world
We'd come in for lunch and dinner
Then off we'd go exploring again
After all, we were just beginners
Experiencing things every day
Like skipping rocks on the pond
The joys of the world around us
It was like waving a magic wand
Too bad we all have to grow up
Do serious adult like things
I'd much rather travel back in time
And jump and skip and sing
Put your ‘best foot forward,’
But which foot is the best?
‘Put your shoulder to the pump’,
What pump? I’ am getting dressed.
‘Shake a leg now, come on.’
Shake my leg how? I find it is fixed on.
‘Wind your neck in.’
Now what is that all about?
‘The washing line is full’
But there is no washing out!
Oh life is confusing, I wish I understood
All these crazy sayings, but I really am no good,
I may not be the brightest light, set upon the tree,
My head is made of wood or that’s what they all tell me
But when I decide to flash, I make sure it’s really bright
Because when I am a flasher, I can give them all a fright.
Like an omelette I am cheesy and I tell some hammy jokes
When I flip it to the punchline I don't always land the yolks
I scramble at the thought of keeping it farm fresh
Cracking under pressure like a shell in place of flesh
Whenever I look way up, I can see the sunny side
That can be exhausting and I really feel fried
Sometimes it comes overeasy, not to say they've never spoiled
Still breaking if you drop em' even if they are hard boiled
Maybe I can make you queasy if I'm being really raw
So I will never claim to be totally free range of flaw
Hope this hasn't been too runny, and a laugh or two I've poached
If so I'll take, shake it, bake it for the time I have encroached
Next time you're feeling beaten, just whisk it up aways
Turn up the heat, add some spice before starting the hollandaise
Not to nag or rag or beg, but crack a yolk and shake a leg
To be a fun egg or a pun egg or just a damn great egg
June 11, 2023
Up, up, up you go. Shake a leg. Out you go, lazybones
-- Aw, come on. Linger a bit longer. It's so comfy under the covers...
No! Don't listen to him! You've got places to go, people to meet. Get a move on!
-- Relax! What's the rush? When you're 97, what will five more minutes matter?
It matters now. And it'll matter then too! You've already scheduled some appointments. Your word is on the line here, you know...
-- Hey, don't panic! Anyone who won't grant you five more measly minutes
is no friend of yours!
You've really got a choice here: You can be your own boss, or you can be
forever henpecked
-- Yeah, yeah, yeah: Your enemies always trot out the same old tired canards
*******************
You're not hyper, naive, foolish or just plain 'chicken'
-- Don't ever let the devil's false, phony narrative kick in
~ The night's alive and a-shiver ~
The moon's a sliver
a hammock without strings
a pale banana with wings
The night's alive and a-shiver
Just you and me on a musical spree
hitting the clubs, dancing up a storm
sleek in our costumes, displaying fine form
Doing the splits cross the floor, spread-kneed
The hour grows late, but what do we care
feeling boundless energy nearly exploding
at midnight we drink a toast to re-loading
Ahead of us lay new and brave dares
Tick-tock, one o'clock; it is already two
Our hearts are still young, but our feat feel weary
We retreat to a corner, vision somewhat bleary
So we sing Auld Lang Syne and down a few...
Brrrrrriiiing goes the alarm. 6 am. Can it be?
Time to shake a leg, get out ahead of the day
The music and dancing yet whirling in our heads
We turn off the blinking alarm, and go back to bed
"Eeny, meany, miney, moe"
"We all fall down and go boom"
"Oops a daisy" and "Shake a leg"
And my favourite, "Silly baboon"
Heard 'em all a million times over
Oh to go back to those days
Just to experience the fun again
The oh so simple games we played
Not a solitary care in this old world
We'd come in for lunch and dinner
Then off we'd go exploring again
After all, we were just beginners
Experiencing new things every day
Like skipping rocks on the pond
The joys of the world were around us all
It was like waving a magic wand
It's really too bad we have to grow up
Do serious adult like things
I'd much rather travel way back in time
And jump and skip and sing
You should see us move to the beat
with Ciara in the driving seat.
She’s on the stage ready to rock
as on us older ladies she takes stock.
To join our club you have to be
over fifty years old you see.
Our local council’s ideology
To have us interacting socially.
The music is the magic key.
It’s from that time we were
Young and care free.
Be it country and western
or rock and roll we shake a leg
and have a ball.
Ciara’s enthusiasm has us enthralled.
Her playlists and encouraging calls.
She wants us too to sing out loud.
As we kick and step and twirl around.
If there are fitness facility awards
Ciara and Fitness LK deserves applause.
Happy belated birthday Meg
This is your time to shake a leg
Hope you celebrated your way
Go ahead and have a great day
May your territory increase
And in you God’s blessings release
Holy Spirit hands on you lay
Go ahead and have a great day
From you evil spirits depart
They will not cause grief to your heart
This is your time for fun and play
Go ahead and have a great day!
Happy belated birthday Meg
Go ahead and have a great day
© Joseph, 4/19/08
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Comments: For my poet friend Margaret Okubo on her birthday. The Kyrielle
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming
couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each
stanza. Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain
within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB,
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.