Long Success Poems
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Set in Cicely in Alaska
running from 1990 to 1995
centres around Dr Joel Fleischman
star Rob Morrow brought him alive
This a real quirky town Cicely
characters of every imaginable kind
even the Moose strolled around town
makes this a real super find
Joel and Maggie never hit it off
developing a relationship of love and hate
Maurice owner of local radio and newspaper
dj Chris a real friendly mate
Holling owns the local restaurant
tall and strong like his bar the brick
waitress Shelly lives with him
a real cosy pair who really click
Ruth-Anne owns local store
sometimes not always fully in stock
Ed helped her along sometimes
and made movies really rock
So that's a few of Cicely's characters
one to fit every kind of sort
a real success story to be sure
it filled our life's not just a quart
AUTHOR NOTES:
Northern Exposure is an American television series that ran on CBS from 1990 to 1995,
with a total of 110 episodes. It dealt with a New York physician, Dr. Joel Fleischman,
who is sent to practice in the (fictional) town of Cicely, Alaska.
Early episodes dealt with Fleischman's culture shock in the small town. As he became
acclimated, more attention was paid to the town's quirky residents.
I caught up with it on DVD as I'm in Scotland.
8/3/17
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Dealt the hands of fate
A dollar short and day too late
Checkmate
Your ship is sank
Grab you by your cape
With haste
Then followed yellow tape
And not a single trace
Looked them in their face
Then put them in their place
Those who instigate
And discriminate
I eliminate
Same with if any that imitate
And implicate
Then toward them I liquidate
My eye on people when they manipulate
And vitiate
I'm ready to assassinate
Let me articulate
I'm out to innovate
And assimilate
Don't make me reiterate
Before I dissipate
What better time is there to illustrate?
The great escape
And great debate
Lifting and pushing weight
Willing to undertake
It's all there to make
Lock it away in a safe
And put the rest in the bank
Keep a full gas tank
And work hard toward having an estate
With a keypad at the gate
As well as a pool the size of a lake
Home made cake
Veggies and meats barbequed or baked
Filling up the plate, with or without lobster and steak
An ever increasing rise in the birth rate
Music from the speakers rattling windows like an earthquake
Success on the first take
The blunt was rolled well and burned great
In the past seeds beginning to germinate
Then a certain scent started to permeate
Avoid all the drama
Got to add up more commas
Burning through potent ganja
If I gotta I wanna beat the case
Until the case is beat
They can take a seat
Because it all ended up being a waste
Of time and quite the disgrace
On the chase
A near endless race
Barely ever hitting the brakes
Picking up the pace
Got to get first instead of last place
From here on ground level or up in space
Too transparent and opaque
Not going to shake
The hand of any snake
Or flake
Got to keep the faith
One day ill buy or test drive a wraith
A Good Find(Letter To A Staff Pastor)
By Curtis Johnson
For a number of years, my wife was heavily engaged in garage sales. The most valuable items in our home were obtained through garage sales or antique shops. Some of these items needed to be repaired and reupholstered.
However, regardless of their condition at time of purchase, the pieces were considered “Good Finds”. I must confess that my wife and I seldom agreed on what was or was not a “Good Find”. From the eyes of this beholder, some of her ‘finds’ were down right “ridiculous finds”. However, over time I came to acknowledge that hers were indeed “Good Finds’.
Pastor Jeff, you and your family have been with our church for more than a decade, and I have been well pleased from the start. I have observed your ministerial growth both publicly and administratively. You and Angela have been instrumental in our church’s growth and success.
There are many other things that I could say about you and Angela;
but I have chosen to be brief. In the words of Collectors everywhere,
you two are indeed “Good Finds”.
cj05112016PS
When I ruminate in trepidations forlorn,
Darkness traversed in search of dawn,
Vying fertile shores, oceans I crossed,
Nightmares that my dreams doled out;
Looking back now, how I fondly recall--
In those hardships success was born.
As I watch frigid woes glinting on snow,
Winters that melt and in rivers flow,
Parched-leaves tinting autumn’s glow,
I wonder how seasons in throes know;
Behind clouds of despair rises arc of hope.
When I spend today in tempests bygone
Brooding in defeat of conquests lost,
Yesterdays that were callously tossed;
I once again follow footsteps of the past
Imprisoning my triumphs of tomorrow
Arresting winsome ambitions of now.
Learning the lessons from where I was
I reassure anxieties perturbing my life:
Travails of turbulence won’t last long,
For a darkest night too brightens in dawn,
A rainbow forms after a storm is gone.
So, I clasp the hand of a leisurely walk
Unfettered by constant tick of time clock,
Passionately answering call of my heart
Bequeathing moments that forever last.
August 8, 2022
Placed 1st: Free Verse -Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
it was third platoon’s turn to leave
the safety of the wire
our platoon’s mission
search and destroy
the air was like a sauna with no relief
the jungle closed in on us
blocked out the sun
our packs weighed on us
as we humped twenty klicks
without a break
our jungle fatigues
hung heavy on us
failed to wick sweat away
from our bodies
we felt as though a
salty monsoon had soaked us
Johnson, on point, was
out in front probing
for the enemy
we all hoped the day
would end peacefully
we spread out
to lesson our chances
of mass casualties
we reached the village
mid afternoon
it was deserted
even the water buffalo was gone
we ripped up the floors
in each hootch looking for
the hidden enemy-but found none
when we finished searching
we pulled our Zippos from
our pockets and lit
the dry straw that served as
a roof on each one
and watched as the hootches roared up
in flames like a Roman candle on July 4
our lieutenant signaled for us to
take a break and we sat among
the debris some smoking
cigarettes others catching some zees
no one was
going home in a body bag
our day was a success
I am almost embarrassed to admit
that spread out along the armrest
of a lounge chair, a fox fur
complete with head and feet
has found a refuge in our home.
Rescued from an op shop,
it seems relaxed on its elevated bed
and sleeps with its glass eyes open,
snout closed and missing its teeth.
It has become a novel oddity giving
an accent to the decor of the room.
Considered vermin in this country,
the fox is hunted and treated as a pest.
A ten dollar bounty is still paid
for each scalp whether fresh, frozen
or dried. Vulnerable native species
are no match for its cunning
and killer instinct. Its presence
in our home could be excused
as a symbol of the righteous fight to rid
ourselves of this villian,
the stuffed remains a trophy to mark
the measure of our meager success
in culling it from the continent.
But I somehow feel for the life
that once filled this gutted creature
and all that it was in the span
of its despised existence.
Here it has its final rest not as vermin
but more a victim sacrificed on fashions
alter, its first ancestors brought
to these shores by wealthy landowners
to satisfy their lust for the hunt.
This animal was no willing immigrant
but meant to be bloodsport for a few
and ripped apart by dogs.
I find myself in two minds, a part of me
wanting to erase all evidence of our
more primitive instincts to adorn
human life with what has been taken
from other species. Yet I see how
some of its perfection has transcended life
and the furriers art and lays here
in this house, magnificent, acknowledged
and admired, instead of being carted off,
despised or pitied, at the bottom
of a bin.
I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I have been both with means and in lack
But always grateful for a swift breakthrough.
I have considered the centuries
And found an abode within the present.
I have counted my former hours
And scry the future for what might be left.
The moment, that euphoria,
A feeling like never before
No one counting the cost
Or the threshold of the door
Commitments of convenience
Never getting past the glory
Just wanting the success
That lays out like a perfectly executed story
Even after Wisdom arrived
They could not gaze upon her face
They gave her everything needed
But in their hearts, she had no place
They loved sharing photos
Of all the places they let her ride along
They even turned up the music
And invited her to sing a song
As she grew up, they grew away
To the point, she could no longer stay
...........lost
As they sat upon their lonely couch
Wondering why Wisdom never came around
They had been good parents
Because their knowledge and education were...sound
Decades passed as their eyes grew dim
When one night, Wisdom came to their door
She asked if they would sit with her
But they turned her away, and they saw her no more.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-04-2020
If anyone breathing is somehow still unaware
That there is plenty of Viagra to be shared,
Just relax and turn on your television.
Soon enough, it will be repeatedly mentioned.
You may wish to gather your entire family,
As it seems the ad’s mission and company’s vision
Is to garner even our children’s attention.
There you go, parents – helpful advertising wisdom.
On screen, a barefoot, reclining, assured lady in a dress,
Will smile and coo before rising as an attractive tigress
Whose words and moves will deliberately caress
Our growing belief in men’s right to uplifting success.
So, turn on any nighttime show you please,
Share and munch on crackers and cheese
And discover Viagra at your family’s ease.
United, commit to the four hour decree –
Should Viagra last that long on anyone’s behalf,
Do not take pictures, brag to friends or laugh,
But immediately contact medical staff.
Apparently, they keep some sort of graph.
It is said that a parent's love is the purest form of love that can be found on earth,
But what about a child's love, silent yet strong,
Carrying the burden of gratitude and understanding, an unspoken promise to give back
All that was given to them, every dream and every unwritten hope.
A child may never speak the words aloud, but they know,
They know about the nights when parents stayed awake, worried about the future,
About the moments when they smiled through pain just to keep the warmth at home,
About the dreams they left behind so that their child's could take flight.
And so, when a child dreams of success, they never do it just for themselves,
It is for the mother who wore the same old clothes so they could have new books,
For the father whose hands were hardened by years of hard work,
So theirs could remain soft and gentle, for those who asked for nothing but deserved the world.
A child carries this love as a silent promise to give back,
To bring back the laughter that once faded, to ensure their parents no longer feel the weight of struggle,
Because no matter how much time passes, no matter how far they go,
A child may never say it, may never find the right words,
But deep in their soul, one of their greatest dreams is to look their parents in the eye and say—
"It's your turn to rest now. Let me take care of you."