He's standing on this Aussie man.! using his position to
Probe the plan.' Wake up Australia be no longer fooled
Look at the architecture..in Canberra' think on Davos and draconian rules! read dark
Dark policing by John Stapleton.) another of our hero's
Who is (far from wrong) a seasoned writer from the trenches of strife.' A giant of a journ'o who always thinks.)
Twice.! No we are not short of fighters.!!! Who can reason
Too true.!!! NOW GET UP OFF, YOUR BACKS AND HELP THEM SEE THIS JOB THROUGH.!!
Before the marathon began,
I walked First Avenue,
Aware 100,000 feet
Would soon come pounding through.
The do-not-cross tape waited
And the police were getting set
To control the hordes of cheering fans
Who hadn’t gathered yet.
Since some apartments face the street,
Their balconies supply
A place for friends to stand and shout
As runners hurry by.
From one such place, I saw a sign
To jokingly remind
A guy named Ralph, despite his plans,
He’s lumbering behind.
I wish I could have witnessed Ralph
As, passing, he took note,
Of the presence of his buddies
And the message that they wrote.
(The title is what the sign actually said.)
Ralph Nader isn't afraid to tell the truth
How it is for American Democracy today
We should be lucky we have him still
89 and still going strong!
It is in having nothing to gain
And nothing to lose when it is easier to be
honest with yourself and others
I am glad this man is still alive
because his insights add to what
there is of mine
He can see the hypocrisy in
all candidates and smell it
with his nose
That's what's
different about Nadervision
Than Trumpvision or Bidevision
Theirs is turned off unless
they see some advantage
In turning theirs on.
And often theirs is never
clear enough to see the
image in the screen so they get
half a leg or half an arm
And focus on that
like a dog drooling for meat
Ralph is the most creative quintessential wizard in Jackson County.
A born alchemist, he spins gold out of a variety of fur and bounty.
His laboratory is not open to the public, but he is related to us.
He conjures masterpieces out of bits of fabric, feathers and dust.
A master at his craft, he delights us with an open house each May.
We all head to Kansas City where the old folks get to happily stay.
The young ones ride the waves of Ralph’s gulf stream wizardry.
Frankly there is no place on earth our crazy family would rather be.
Ralph’s confectionary sweet meats are known by one and all.
We beg to come back in a few months, maybe slide in during the fall.
Ralph is too busy thinking, and only wants to see us once a year.
Yesterday I saw Ralph’s newest castle, fit for a diamond, dog or deer.
Dad was a great piano player
Grandpa Luther was a great man
He burned his wife’s Bible
In 1942, when Colorado farmers
Decided all Germans and Japanese
Threatened them
My grandmother
Got another Bible
English version
She didn’t have to hide
Governor Ralph Lawrence Carr
Was a great man, too
The only one who stood for
The rights of Japanese
–Americans– just like he
Said, “if you harm them
You must harm me.”
Thanks to Governor Ralph
Ito
My grandpa’s neighbor
Remained free
When his haystack was burned
He would not accept charity
So grandpa accepted his trade
Ito’s piano for grandpa’s hay
And that's how Dad
Learned to play
Ralph had been a happy pup
running and jumping and playing
Greeting our family with affectionate licks
eagerly learning a barrelful of tricks
Then one day, Ralph went kerplop
his doggy motor just plain stopped
Only four years old, he decided 'life's over'
farewell to days chasing bees in the clover
Eating and sleeping, our Ralph waxed fat
No one knew where his poor head was at
Then we found him a 'Rhoda,' and in a jiffy
Ralph came alive again, decked out and spiffy
Now Ralph and Rhoda have six pups of their own ~
'Cos there's more to a dog's life than fetching a bone
Ah Yes, Do you remember this character from "Happy Days" Ralph Malph played by Donny Most?
Well, brothers and sisters
He inspired me to create this tongue twister.
RALPH MALPH'S MOUTH. Come on all you poets who know it.
Say it 10 times in 10 seconds if you can!
Faster!Quicker! Don't hesitate. Enunciate!
If you did it perfectly, you're better than me.
Come on all of you in poetry land.
With clever words at your command.
Give me your best tongue twisters.
All you talented sisters and misters!
The Tongue Twister Challenge IS ON!!
Fashion is not my passion
Simplicity is the way for me
One color shirt and a pair of jeans
That's good enough you see
My money's low but spirits high
Although Ralph is not my guy
His concept's great
But I can't equate
It's stuff I cannot buy
That money spent
Would pay the rent
When I had
Thinner thighs
IV
Give up to thy soul-----
Let it have its way-----
It is, I tell thee, God himself,
The selfsame One that rules the Whole,
Tho’ he speaks thro’ thee with a stifled voice,
And looks through thee, shorn of his beams.
But if thou listen to his voice,
If thou obey the royal thought,
It will grow clearer to thine ear,
More glorious to thine eye.
The clouds will burst that veil him now
And thou shalt see the Lord.
VI
This is the reason why thou dost recognize
Things now first revealed,
Because in thee resides
The Spirit that lives in all;
And thou canst learn the laws of nature
Because its author is latent in thy breast.
ROSES ARE RED
The flower’s crimson cerise hue
creates the petal’s grand debut
of love and memories to recall
my florid sanguine gift of all
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
Azalea breath with foxglove tones
embellish with an azure clone
herbaceous with a petal white
where insects set and birds alight
SUGAR IS SWEET
Bright butterflies on zephyr breeze
sip nectar from Sakura trees
I watch them dance from break of dawn
on flowers where their wings adorn
AND SO ARE YOU
You sent me a bouquet of love
drifting down from heaven above
Candy kisses sweet as fructose
on bended knee you now propose
06-22-17
Collaboration Jan Allison and Ralph Sergi
Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson and Ralph Waldo Emerson
They say that these three poets day by day by day
Always are willing to show me what and which way
Certain style to use in my soul that soon is rising
A beautiful sun starting to appear on the horizon.
Color was seen and abounded all around galore
Desire did appear to write poems more and more
And wherever Walt, Emily and Waldo will go
On me ability to write poems always does grow.
Each one of them as an example will use and use
And everyone of their poems will thoroughly peruse,
May be in each early morning or up at night late
Results of God's effort is surly always so great.
So God in my dreams or now before me stand
A perfect poem for me to write you have planned
What I know is definitely much anxiety often bare
With other poets my poems will be sure to share.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
He was the convert
to Roman Catholicism.
Government spies
denounced him quickly.
Upon arrest he was charged
with treasonable conspiracy,
because he was a catholic priest.
In prison he thought fellow inmates,
“there is no reason
why we should fear
much as to a victorious result,
for JHS has conquered the World”.
He was proud to testify about the truth,
suffered and gave life for Christ,
His last words before execution
were: “Jesus, be to me my Saviour”.
i hate holidays
you see cousin Ralph comes over
and my days of fun
are over before they are even begun
his tousled hair,
his cutesy grin
eyes so fair
conceal a soul as dark as sin
he steals my toys
fights with the boys
spills the table with tea
and blames it all on me
He
climbs
up the
stairs
comes
sliding
down
the
bannister
b
re aks
the ja
mb
and the one who faces
the glares is me
he once locked me in the loo
with no toilet paper
no water no scraper
now how the heck do i do
how I hate him I do
one day he put glue
in my shoe
there were nights that i wept
when he captured my bed
and snoringly slept
while i lay where Fido was fed
i hate it when he's at our house
this hateful ungrateful king of chaos
~27 May 2016~
Fictional
Friends with the great Hank G.
Quite a good hitter himself
Announced for the NY Metropolitans
I support all the New York teams
The Amazings
a team which
has won two championships
Ralph Kiner
Announcer - man who dated Liz Taylor
Man who has now gone to his rest
Ralph Kiner
i was just a kid the first time i met him
he borrowed my brand new wrist-rocket
and scampered off into the night, laughing like a ghoul
the sound of two young lovers on a beach, punctuated by howls of pain
the returning of footfalls and mad laughter
he had his fun, now it was time to party
i had no way of knowing this crazy man was to be in my life for many years to come
i had no way of knowing he would help shape who i was to become
he drug us from the beaches of Oregon to the deltas and forests of California
forever altering the path i strode upon
once, he had me and his son dig a 6X6 pit and bury him up to his neck
pre-emptive of him "Nutting up".
we fed him beer and fritos at his request... we unburied him after he came down
There are stories to be told that i cannot tell here.... but alive and fertile in my memories.
one day i will see him again and ask permission to tell some....
But it won't matter..... you wouldn't believe them anyway!!!!!
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