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Three Score and Fifteen Years Ago
By Franklin Price
11/14/2020
Three score and fifteen years ago
I was born upon this earth
Joined a family of eight,
Was the ninth, for what it's worth
Four sisters and two brothers
A mother, father there for me
I was to be the last of them
That nevermore would be
Was brought home to my siblings
Who were shown I was a boy
They were told it was not Christmas
That I was not a little toy
Spread of ages, ten long years
Stuart Taylor to begin
Then, Nancy Ruth and Shirley Lou
Stopping then, would be a sin
Earl Joseph, Laura Gertrude
Were the next ones in the game
Judith Carol just before me
Franklin Arthur is my name
Brought home to Merritt Island
Yes, the one of lunar lore
Was then a growing citrus place
Barely had a country store
We had no city water
No AC then, you know
No TV there for watching
Listened to the radio
Milk brought by the milkman
Port Canaveral had no cruise
Truman was the president
The local paper brought the news
Many years have gone by
Helped shoot man to the moon
My father and my mother gone
Some siblings, way to soon
Nancy Ruth and Laura Gertrude
And myself are still around
They're now octogenarians
Five more years and I'll be crowned
My life has been exceptional
The best wife for fifty years
In seven days it's fifty-one
Can still remember that from here
Left High School in sixty four
Sixty- eight in Vietnam
Sixty-nine sent man off to the moon
It's great to be the who I am
Married, November, sixty-nine
To my wife and daughter too
They were the rocks within my life
For the things that I would do
Involved with start up ventures
Traveled all around the globe
Collected hotel ashtrays
Lots of shampoo and a robe
Had my own small business
A little longer than a score
Rode on Harley cycles
Three hundred thousand miles and more
Rode all the lower forty-eight
Three provinces above
A thousand miles in Africa
All of these with my true love
So you see it's been a great life
And I'm only seven- five
I got up this fine morning
It's still great to be alive
Friends and family, who read this
And know of these things I say
Know you helped to make it great
As I traveled on the way
Here's a toast to all of us
And the passed days since our birth
I'm sending love to all of you
For all that may be worth
Flying Free
by Shirley Rebstock 4/21/2015
On the day a loved one dies
Your body trembles and your whole soul cries
Look towards heaven and you will see
A graceful bird flying free
Above the clouds and sky so blue
Nothing on earth left to do
Higher and higher above the rain
No more hurting, no more pain
Gliding on the currents of the wind above
Carrying in the heart friends and families love
Beautiful earth below, beautiful sea
A life, a memory so precious that will forever be
Flying to heaven the Lord to meet
With those loved gone before to greet
As the days go by and your heart breaks and bleeds
Remember your loved ones laughter to heal that need
Look toward heaven and you will see
A graceful bird flying free
This just in from our local news team:
A nun was detained by two students after class and forced
to drink a dry martini.
The students, John Peterson and Shirley Kemper
(who wish to remain anonymous) said they began to ask the nun,
Sister Alowiscious ( known on the inside as Sister Mary Sunshine),
about rumors of wild events at the Convent of Holy Pain.
As Sister Mary sipped, the following was revealed.
She spoke of bubble bath parties and dancing conga lines. She
then spilled the tea on clandestine sleepovers and secret
wine tastings. The nuns devised a plan to smuggle bottles
from the nearby rectory in wine bags fastened by rosary beads
attached to the sash under their habits.
She related one instance when wine was obtained at bingo.
A local liquor store had donated a prize basket of cheer.
Sister Benedictate called the numbers on a “ fill-the-card “game
and claimed nobody won, as a ball marked “free space”
had not been drawn from the machine .
She kept the basket amidst boos and jeers from the disgruntled
senior citizens leaving the room.
As if these revelations weren’t enough, Sister Sunshine then
teased that an even more shocking story was forthcoming -
(involving a certain “Sister Superior” and a bake sale!)-
only on condition that she receive a second martini
( with extra olives)!
Stay tuned for more updates from this developing story…..
This is one of the most famous “girl groups” anyone knows.
They began in Passaic, New Jersey as the “Poquellos”
The four members were Shirley Owens and Beverly Lee,
along with Addie “Mickie” Harris, and Doris Coley.
These four young girls had a huge stroke of luck for a fate
when they had Mary Jane Greenberg for a high school classmate.
This start of some great careers took place in nineteen fifty-eight.
Mary Jane’s mother operated a small record label.
Florence Greenberg knew these girls were quite talented and able.
Now known as “The Honeytones”, they recorded their first song.
“I Met Him on a Sunday” was a hit. It did not take long
before “The Shirelles” became a popular recording act.
Their success in entertainment became a solid fact.
Everything with their careers seemed to be going quite right.
“Dedicated to the One I Love” and “Tonight’s The Night”
along with “Baby, It’s You”, “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”,
“Mama Said’, and many other hit songs some people would know
boosted their popularity and brought them much joy.
However, their biggest hit was a short one called “Soldier Boy”
This intended B-side song brought them their greatest success.
It went to number one, and brought everyone happiness.
That little song they did not care for helped them on their way.
Success and fame continued for this group from day to day
Music from this girl group is still played and enjoyed today.
Thanks to both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and allmusic.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
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There is a call deep on high
It whispers in the darkness and constantly cries
It speaks of divided parts entangled but still standing whole
An unconquerable timeless love forever aflame between two now lonely souls
I was once yours it whispered and you were always mine
Simultaneously, we might be separated by the great veil, but we’ll still stand together as one
Watching the crestfallen stars until the fall of time
For together we are indivisible by death and all that remains
For we two carry our golden chains even though its burdens may cause temporary pain
We are but just lonesome wanderers awaiting reunion
But one day we shall again be as one
You’ll just have to be patient and wait until my time is run
Such longing flows through my veins
The one I still miss who could no longer remain
It’s but a holy need I really could not casually dismiss as your soft caresses I still really just miss
I can only but look forward to a new tomorrow when we shall once again meet in a new Summerland
Devoid of pain, cancer, or sorrow
To be reunited in halls of immeasurable secrets
Where we shall no longer grow old and all our love shall be reborn and surrounded by lights of shimmering silver and gold
I visited a medium in the fall of the last Full moon
And Shirley said
My other half still waits in the dark
She stands lonely too with a broken heart that still pines
So Julia
This is my message for you
One day, beyond the mists of time in a new place filled with tranquilly for all to behold.
All our stories and adventures shall be retold
For ours is a love which shall still grow as we are inescapable souls
Irredeemable, we may still be
Full of mortal faults and mistakes, but blessed be by the lights of Goddess Albina
Beyond the Great Wormwood Star
Unconquerable two souls
Will once again
Walk as one
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Shiela shrugs her shivering shoulders,
Shows she’s shunning her short shower;
Shy she is, but so shocking for Shirley to see
Shouting at her, “I should swim in the sea!”
Shirley’s shrill sound says, “No shampoo?”
Shoes off and shades on, sisters should go…
Sheila and Shirley swim swiftly side by side
Shouting, “Salty and spooky are the sea tides!”
Shirley and Shiela shake, swim, shudder, shake
Shiela says, “Sea tides shut and shift our shape!”
Suddenly, sisters are off without slippers on the sunshine,
Sharing shovel, scoping sandy seashells at the shoreline.
‘Send in the next patient please,
and make it quick before I sneeze’,
asked the Doctor, if you will,
as he was almost always ill.
His first patient was Arthur Lock,
and he said ‘you know what doc,
I don’t think you’re all that well,
your patients you will need to tell!’
‘Fiddlesticks’ was the docs response
'I’ve only sneezed just the once.
It’s you I fear will be at risk
if we don’t sort out your slipped disk!'
His next patient was Farmer Jones.
He was only skin and bones
and after he’d examined him
he said the news was pretty grim.
'If you sneeze you’ll break in two
and so I’ve got some news for you.
If you catch what I have got
then that might just be your lot!!'
Next in line was Shirley Best.
The doctor said she needed rest
then sneezed covering her face,
she screamed and called him 'a disgrace!'
The next patient was rather weird
a big chap with a six foot beard.
The doc suggested that he shave
but he replied ‘man that would be grave!’
The beard was long to keep at bay
the ailments caught day to day.
‘I used to sneeze all day long
until my beard grew six feet long’.
‘Eureka!’ was the docs reply,
for the evidence he could not deny.
The problem was at four foot two
a six foot beard would never do!
Shirley Hawkins is a beautiful human
Interesting, wise and clever
Humble and unassuming
In her poetic endeavours
She cares deeply about world affairs
Injustice and its wrongs
Secure in speaking her mind
Assured and strong
What I love most about Shirley
Is her humour and sharp wit
A humorous attitude to ageing and life
Which shines bright with joy that transmits
So, l am popping around to Shirleys place
Picking up Gershon on the way
To have cuppa and chat
And laugh the day away
You are very welcome to join us
But only If you enjoy laughter and fun
Negative Nellies and Nasty Normans
“NOT” Welcome!
Something is a brewing in the yeast war
The Vegemite team has grown
Can you hear our roar?
There’s a band of Aussie ladies
Vegemite Vixens we are called
Just comparing Marmite to Vegemite
We are totally appalled……
Anne Sangster is second in charge
In case anything happens to me
At the hands of Marmites leader the evil Tom C
Shirley Hawkins, Christine Watts and Betty Ladd
Are the “mitey” Vegemite Vixens team
Here to make sure Vegemite continues to reign supreme
So grab your knives and toast
Take the lid of your jar
Come out of hiding Marmite Man
Wherever you and your army are!!!
Dearest Aunt Shirley and Uncle DeVoe,
Merry Christmas to you both, steadfast lights upon my horizon.
The year turns once again, and with it, we are reminded of life's tides—how they ebb and flow like the great ocean meeting the steadfast sea.
These waters, like faith, remain constant yet ever-changing, carrying with them the gifts of second and third chances, as infinite as their depths.
This season, I have thought often of roots—trees and bushes holding fast to earth, even as their green leaves tremble in winter winds.
Family and friends are such roots to me.
They anchor us, even when we stretch toward dreams like branches reaching skyward.
From them, we grow, and in growing, we learn: people can change for the better.
Time, though fleeting, is generous in its offering of forgiveness, compassion, and love.
Aging brings a sharp clarity, doesn't it?
Stubbornness to, like streams that cut through rock to reveal the measure of a woman or a man.
What I have seen in life, in others, and in myself, whispers that we are all capable of kindness, empathy, and moral strength.
Though time grows short, its fleeting nature gives each moment more weight.
We must hold close those who matter and speak of love while we can.
I think, too, of you: the faith you've shown, the quiet courage that binds you to each other.
I am of you, yet apart, shaped by the love you've poured into this your family. There is no greater gift.
Let us forgive what is past and walk toward what is to come, with arms open wide as puppies greet the day—with hope, trust, and boundless joy.
Merry Christmas, dear hearts.
You have always remained my harbor.
With all my love,
I am by blood bound to you, I am your nephew,
James