Mckenzie Poems

Another Generation

   We had Debbie Gibson, 
And Motley Crew.
   We had Jon Bon Jovi,
  and Scooby-Do.
 We had Axl Rose,
And MTV.
   We had school
 house rock, 
And MR. T.

   We had Alf, 
And Pac-Man.
   We had Doc Martins,
and Duran, Duran.

   We had Boy George,
And Bill and Ted.
   We have Ferris Bueller,
  home sick in bed.

  We had Where's the Beef,
and Robo-cop.
   We had Thunder Cats, 
And pudding pops.

  We had Ayatollah, 
And the Whopper.
   We had Spud McKenzie,  
 And Cyndi Lauper.

   We had Ziggy Stardust, 
And Family Ties.
   We had Michael Jackson, 
and Hungry Eyes.

   We had Rainbow Bright, 
And Flash Dance.
   We had Pee Wee Herman
And Puffy pants.

   We had Led Zeppelin, 
And David Bowie.
   We had Pink Floyd, 
And Chocolate 
Chips Ahoy.

   We had Jaws,
And Richard Pryor.
 We had the 
war on drugs,
 and Easy Rider. 

       TURBO1904 ? 

City of Hearts and Home By the Bay

*VIDEO of San Francisco by Scott McKenzie, Cheers to Tony Bennett.

City of Hearts and Home by the Bay

Day star's mist yields to its grip of a bridge,
Span steel strands, harp-like, golden tags a smidge,
Light drapes the streetcars, up and down the hills,
Chimes, mass speeches, music, and painted stills,
Juggling pantomimes, street fair atmosphere,
Haight and Ashbury crossing yesteryear,
Fisherman's Wharf nearby Pier 39,
Seafood platters and fine dining with wine,
Downtown Union Square, lunching alfresco,
Market Street, Tiffany's, a Broadway show,
San Franciscans, whenever we're in Rome,
Ideal for some, but we call this home.

2022 December 31
*2nd Place*
Take Me There
~~Margarita Lillico: Judged 2023 January 21

*RZ & HMS.

Happy At Last

Here lies Eleanor McKenzie Wedgewood
Passed as an elderly genteel virgin should
Never meeting her desired mate,
A sadly regrettable fate
It's said, moreover, she did the best she could. 

Written June 12, 2022

Beyond Cook Strait

From toothed alps to McKenzie High Country
  to hardwood alpine forest and fernland,
there rises the jewel Aoraki 
  out of the jagged ice age peaks so grand.
And polar winds at its rock face below
  chill Lake Te Anau’s willow and bluegum,
where the frozen wild lowland tussocks grow
  and rainbow river trout and salmon run.
Behold plains and valleys when spring has shone,
  hear the cloven hooves scatter asunder,
climb Arthur’s Pass to Milford Track and yon
  to glacier and fiord and rolling tundra.
Stretched from Cloudy Bay to Bluff on the sea
thunders the sky father, Ranginui.
  

              Written: April 1996

Forbidden Love

Have you forgotten Eleanor Rigby?
Then step up, meet me now, for I am she.

How many weddings have I attended
where it seems a war has been suspended?

For but a few moments, these happy pairs
enjoy their lives as if they have no cares.

I picked up the rice at each wedding,
asking myself why I was attending.

Perhaps just to see our priest once more
Father McKenzie, whom I adored.

There’s no doubt that my passion was true
and that he, surely, must love me too.

So bury me now along with my name
in the cemetery’s corner of shame.

Resting in shadows, our graves can be found
with just two small headstones marking the ground.

Are you one of the lonely like us?
Do you sit alone with no mates to discuss

the remains of the day, two lives not shared?
For the good priest and I never dared

to open our hearts to both joy and pain,
leaving us solitude filled with disdain. 




* Written 8/16/2019 for Jerry T. Curtis’s “Eleanor Rigby, Who Was She” poetry contest

Eleanor

Eleanor cleans the church
Wednesdays, Sundays
And after weddings on other days
She sweeps up the rice
Remembering her own wedding
So many years ago
She is lonely
Her husband was killed
In the Vietnam war
And her children
Never call anymore

Father McKenzie reads from
A tattered yellow sermon
For the few old people 
Who straggle in
With their sins
He is lonely
And has little to do
He prays to God
To take him home
Now they tell him
Eleanor was found dead in a pew


Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jerry T. Curtis
8/12/19

The Mysterious Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby and Father McKenzie
   Oh, so lonely -- Where do such people come from
They come from all walks of life, from the priesthood
   on down to the hangers-on at village churches

And where do they all belong?  -- In a desiccated church
   where Father McKenzie preaches sermons that no one hears
and Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice thrown at others' weddings,
   surely lamenting her own lonely, dreamlike existence...

They belong together, but Church doctrine, frustratingly, keeps them apart
   this lonely woman with the happy face, concealing the ache deep inside
and the devoted priest, so determined to look ministerial, to deliver a sermon
   for no audience, that no one will hear, that will save no one...

So many lonely people in society today, like Eleanor Rigby
   people who come from nowhere, whose contributions go unrecognized
and who return to nowhere, buried along with their names --
   Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...


                     August 08,  
   Eleanor Rigby Who was she Poetry Contest 
               Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis

Here Lies Eleanor

She is one of many, dear Eleanor secluded 
in her secular sepulcher,
One of the lonely plenty, a regular within the 
   anonymous atoms nebular…

Dreamed of rice, at her wedding 
with her sorrows spreading,
She paid the price, with tears shedding
   and one pillow bedding…

Of her loneliness, the nights in waiting 
never participating,
Perhaps erroneous, her heart pulsating 
   and will abating…

All her lonely people, avoiding the sun 
hurting no one,
Brings them to the steeple, with prayers none
   trying to outrun...

Father McKenzie, could not help Eleanor 
a social predator,
In his frenzy, using sermons as to metaphor 
   a false presenter.

Rest in peace Eleanor Rigby...





Aug.07.2019
Eleanor Rigby Who was she 
Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis



Background music by
Jake Shimabukuro 
Eleanor Rigby 
(HiSessions.com Acoustic Live!)
With a female virtual voice

N/A for contest

Father Mckenzie's Secret

It is said, that Eleanor Rigby died in a church...
And was buried along with her name 
That's because, Father McKenzie got his hands dirty
At the church, late one night, when nobody came
 
As the father was darning his socks at night 
Eleanor had come in and she sat on a pew 
Then she whispered softly in the father's ear
"Father, the devil had sent me...to you"
 
He never seen her face before...
She must have been one of those lonely people 
So he locked the doors and grabbed her hand
And he took her to the dungeon in his steeple 

He kept her there until she died 
Twenty five years she was enslaved 
No one had ever heard of her...never  
But on a tombstone "Eleanor Rigby" was engraved 



Eleanor Rigby Who Was She Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis 
8-7-2019

Worry Worry Worry

Worry, worry, worry...
got myself in a frenzied flurry
need some hot soup, with curry.

Busy, dizzy frenzy
rushing, now to penzy
poetry that will make me McKenzie.
 


Note: Urban Dictionary Defines McKenzie:
Someone who always knows what to say, can make you laugh any time of day, after anything.

Fancy Free

Down here you will see
The remains of Fergus McKenzie
Who wanted to live fancy free
Mrs. McKenzie didn't agree


A funny epitaph poetry contest
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
9/12/18

Still a Brownie

STILL A BROWNIE

I have always been, since childhood, a brownie
in a girl scout uniform, on my honor. With Kumbaya
and closing Taps, friendships with my sisterhood,
earning pins and badges with integrity. Instructed
by the handbook and stories of the worker brownies,
who toil by night and are never seen by day,
thus answers the why and when -
never let your left hand see your right hand sweat.

adult-size brownie —
don’t let them see what you do
goodness in each right

4/22/2018



But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know
what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret

Matthew 6:3-4a (NIV Version)

Two songs we would sing:

Kumbaya by Songwriters: John Phillips / Richard Weissman / Scott Mckenzie
Day Is Done (Taps) by: Horace Lorenzo Trim (according to Wikipedia)

Please Hold

“Thank you for calling….”
Is what’s trained to be said
But when they get irate and lewd
I feel like hanging up instead.

This person’s always right, that person’s never wrong.
Mr boss sir, your breath is oh so strong!
they’re mean and crass, just downright rude 
I might just be naughty and get the big boss sued.

I give picture perfect smiles,
the really artificial Kind
Welcome and please come again,
you just died ten times in my mind

Just got off the last call and I don’t mean to be crude 
But goodbye till tomorrow, the next  complaint I’ll elude


A collaboration with Niketa McKenzie/Sean Solomon/Stephanie Allen

Please Hold

"Thank you for calling….”
Is what’s trained to be said
But when they get irate and lewd
I feel like hanging up instead.

This person’s always right, that person’s never wrong.
Mr boss sir, your breath is oh so strong !
they’re mean and crass, just downright rude 
I might just be naughty and get the big boss sued.

I give picture perfect smiles,
the really artificial Kind
Welcome and please come again,
you just died ten times in my mind

Just got off the last call and I don’t mean to be crude 
But goodbye till tomorrow, the next complaint I’ll elude


A collaboration with Stephanie Allen/Sean Solomon/Niketa Mckenzie

Prince Namor the Sub-Mariner

PRINCE NAMOR    THE SUB-MARINER

Namor Mckenzie an Atlantean
though your skin pink
ankle wings
the rest of your fellow  Atlanteans
skin colors blue
Under water, under sea lives
the creatures who breathe in water
And though your father
Seaman Captain Leonard Mckenzie
Mother is Princess Fen
Some mortals and scientist consider him the first mutant
For most of his life Namor been fighting air/land breathers
Most of the land dwellers fear him
Only one female human he almost loved
A member of the Fantastic 4
Susan Richards the Invisible Girl
Now before her was Atlanteans Princess Lady Dorma
Namor fought New Yorker's even fought  the Nazi's in World War two
In one of his fits of rages  on the  ice glaciers near Antartica
Namor throws a random ice cycle inside was hero frozen in suspended-
animation
Was hero Captain America
All this happen in the 1960's
This none aging Atlantean 
What a watery super hero
Once an Invader, Defender on land, sea, or air
Namor Mckenzie an Atlantean
  PRINCE NAMOR    THE SUB-MARINER

11/21/17 
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
from "anthology Heroic Couplets of Marvel Comic  by James E. Lee Sr. Vol 1."

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