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Alexander Graham
Rang a Bell when he said
Mr. Watson, come here
In 1876
With no earthly idea
Of what was to come
How we live today
With cell phones up our butts
Wherever you turn
Someone's talking or texting
At every red light
While the green one is resting
And let's not forget
The in your ear bluetooth craze
People talking out loud to themselves
Like we all care what they say
Or out and about
At a table for four
Where each cell phone in hand
Is the only thing not ignored
It does make you wonder
What Alexander would do
If he saw his seed planted
Producing this rotten fruit
Perhaps then Alexander Graham
Would ring that Bell in history
And say Mr. Watson, come here
Help me destroy this thing!
February is here, it's Valentine's month
Hope everyone remembers their sweetheart
If you buy her roses or chocolates and stuff
Your guaranteed lots of love until March
But beyond March 1st it's a turkey shoot
If you want some advice from this oldster
Make sure you do what's expected of you
Or you'll probably get the cold shoulder
It isn't magic, it's elementary dear Watson
One and one always makes two
You must make sure she clearly understands
She's your all-time favourite honeydew
So we've alerted you to the possible dangers
Now it's up to you all to take steps
To ensure your life will be filled with joy
And a 24-hour non-stop lovefest
February is here, it's Valentine's month
Hope everyone remembers their sweetheart
© Jack Ellison 2015
Magick
It's Not A Trick!
To look through your Mind's Kaleidoscope
To give you hope
And in the dark you don't have to grope
Magick
It'll cut you to the quick
And wet your wick
Make you mighty sick
Magick
You should learn
Or your fingers will burn
If from dark and light you cannot discern
Magick
Always exist in the light
Where you have second sight
Where all is and is right
Magick
Will help you realize
What you can see with your eyes
Inside your mind, you'll find the dreams that you've mined
Magick
Is a Rhyme
And you will find
Yourself lost in time
As the second hand unwinds
Magick
Find a needle to stick
Choose a finger to prick
Cause it requires Blood
From the Full Moon and the Sun
Magick
Just a little bit
In your life
Can cause a lot of strife
Magick
The Mystical, Magical it
Have a care
You must beware
Magick
Flies Swift
Your head around
Lifts your feet up off of the ground
Magick
The odd oder that you whiff
Have a proper good sniff
Not too much, you'll get stiff
Magick
Have a swig
Swig some Booze
A Witches Brew
Magick
Smoke a Cig
It will grow you big
It you will find groovy and dig
Magick
Give voice to it
While wearing a Black Hat and Suit
It's Toads Tongue and Eye of Newt
Magick
Your wisdom and witt
When your Magicks done
It was all just a jest for Fun...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 7, 2026
When I was a kid, Watson and Crick’s discovery of DNA
Was still a bit like science fiction and not completely understood
Dreams of curing cancer, never growing old, viral vaccinations
Mapping out the human genome would make them proud of us
Splicing genes with CRISPR Cas9 Vectors
Is still only just the beginning,
We’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg
Still, one day, like in the Star Trek universe
With a simple shot from hypo spray
No more COVID and Dr. Flox would send us on our way
But life is not TV land
I suppose God must have other plans
Perhaps He’s not so pleased that
Science is the new religion of this Day N Age
He’s really going to be surprised when we scrape the shroud of Turin
For some Jesus DNA
And clone the Son of God so we can look him in the eyes
And pray tell we may say,
“What the hell have we done, oh Spliceosome?”
The pumpkin's name was Emma Watson
The pulp inside her grow
What all inside was mash and tide
of every gin they know
For what's a gin but berried water
a grain would glass-eyed glow
But Emma Watson fit and pride
what even caps turn flow
When questioned eyes are thoughts of joy
and nose no runny quilt
What all patched hands you're stitching up
what forms are meant to guilt
When even odds are flowing out
and in a bitter flask
What lips of seal to all our bottles
are toasted liquour task
To seams of Counts as oversights
are Dracula's at suck
What all the teeth and oily gums
are saturates for luck
To see you drink as any sip
you say a pumpkin's right
Where up your grum's a carried might
your pumpkin's lit tonight
Quatrain Poem by Trevor McLeod
In reading one of my favourite books
God spoke of not to get hemmed in
with the cares of life with its demands
for it'll eventually punch you in the chin
This book written by puritan Thomas Watson
entitled the art of divine contentment
speaks of contentment as real and true
something that hit me in astonishment
It showed how Paul the apostle knew this
in all of his struggles he experienced this art
God truly spoke that for me this could be
that His real peace and presence is His heart
A few years ago as I began my retirement
reading this God inspired book for third time
as I learned more of God's mind and truth
of being content whether with much or a dime
So my retirement gave opportunity to things new
read write and enjoy beauty of God's creation
such a blessing feeling God's fresh air
as He directs me to my life station
Thankfulness to God is His due
for His wonders to us He does bring
leading and guiding by His words
so to our God we know to cling
('Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.' )
Philippians ch. 4 vs 11-13 (ESV)
There was a kingdom,
King and queen lived there,
They had a baby boy,
Named Robert Watson there.
The kingdom was full of,
Happiness and sadness.
The king and queen had a desire,
To make the kingdom happy forever!
Robert grew up,
Saw his parents tensed,
He asked them- What should I do,
To get a smile on your tensed face!
The queen smiled and said -
"Nothing you do",
"Just help everyone",
"Do something which inspires each one."
With this Robert changed his mind,
Within some time, he became smart and wise,
He helped the ones, who needs help,
He encourages the ones, who needs encouragement!
With the work what Robert did,
The king and queen were very proud,
The time came when the kingdom became happy,
Only because of the wise boy which made everybody inspired!
Quiet pool at night
Is such a beautiful sight
Moon shines on water
Cool breeze blows through trees
A joyful relaxing sound
By a quiet pool
The pool is quiet
One o'clock in the morning
Nobody's in there
Yes, pool is quiet
I would like to go swimming
At this time of night
Daytime's not so good
Pool full of screaming children
Very annoying
However, at night
Water's still and inviting
Good time for swimming
I like a cool pool
Water invigorating
Gets the blood flowing
Makes me feel alive
Swimming under the water
Over and over
Unfortunately
The pool has a fence 'round it
Locked, it keeps me out
It makes me annoyed
Cause I want to go swimming
Under the water
In a quiet pool
There I can act like the fool
Ignore all the rules
Cannot act that way
In the pool during the day
People in the way
That annoys me too
But no matter what I do
At daytime I'm screwed
But it's like I said
I like swimming at nighttime
When the pool's quiet
Can't go swimming now
So, I imagine myself
In the quiet pool
In the deep, dark night
There is something magical
'Bout a quiet pool
In a quiet pool
Fenced in, locked, but I'm no fool
Ghost's of swimmers past
Like to go swimming
At night under a full moon
In a quiet pool
In a quiet pool
Sometimes at night there are ducks
Swimming at night
The ducks are quiet
They seek a respit from life
Something I do too
Now, why can't I swim
With ducks in a quiet pool
Just me and the ducks
I seek respit too
From all the chaos of life
In a quiet pool
To swim in my mind
Yes, I must be satisfied
'Neath a full blue moon
Near the quiet pool
Yes, I sat there all night long
Writing this poem
On their way again
In the morning ducks had gone
Off to face their lives
I myself instead
Still sit by a quite pool
Waiting for my life...
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 10, 2026
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes, I am enormously elated,
how it all started, may I ask, though somewhat belated.”
“I was working silently solving intricate murder cases,
until Conan Doyle picked me up from many sleuth faces,
narrated my exploits in words of my friend, Dr. Watson,
and since then the limelight upon me was always on”.
“You had been a private detective par excellence,
what was your forte in the profession in essence?”
“I believed in proficiency with careful observation,
used common sense for the methodical deduction,
in order to solve surely the manipulated mystery
I applied logical reasoning, forensic science helped me,
derived rational conclusion before the culprit was gone
and I said to my friend, it’s elementary, dear Watson.”
“You liked to spend time leisurely smoking pipe at home,
you looked dispassionate, what energized you, Mr. Holmes?”
“Whenever I got complex investigations so much hard
to deal with like the ones given to me by the Scotland Yard,
I was excited instantly if these were tough mystery ridden,
discovered within simple evidences the vital clues hidden,
I showed then intentionally the flair of my showmanship
to impress observers my thinking line in me I used to keep.”
“A legendary detective you had made yourself people see,
you were considered an iconic character, do you agree?”
“Solving mysteries for justice to the victims I strived to try,
I was the only one doing this in the Victorian era gone by.
I was happy receiving for my exciting job so much admiration,
live content retired in a farm with beekeeping as occupation.”
(Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective character created by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
_________________
February 11, 2022
Contest : A Conversation With A Fictional Character
Sponsored by : Natasha L Scragg
You will discover how my keen mind works
Through books I’ve read, or rather, through their quirks.
I leap into unknown as pages turn,
As chapters fly I find where I belong.
To fight and win the hero’s wars I yearn
While my adventures move the plot along.
I roam through distant worlds in every book,
I delve into the author’s shared insight.
I’m Tom, I’m Robinson, I’m Captain Hook,
An English orphan, a Round Table Knight.
I taste survival grip in Love of Life,
My Gatsby’s in pursuit of a green light,
Edmond Dantes’ obsessive revenge drive -
His vengeance burns until the wrongs are right.
Can’t help falling in love with Princess Bride,
I wear an Iron Mask - my grand disguise,
With loyal Dr. Watson by my side,
I’m charismatic Bond, spy of all spies.
I laugh out loud at cantankerous Grinch
Who holds angelic villagers in fear,
Bet beloved Dr. Seuss didn’t flinch
At placing Grinch’s sneer against Christmas cheer.
As pages turn into unknown I leap -
The realm I enter is mine to keep.
September 7, 2026