The freshness of Spring and Nature calls
even to Mr. Grackle does love befall
His feathers shine in the sun's gleam
a purple hue of a metallic sheen
To look his best his black feathers clean
in his bill grabs an ant for anting
Rub those feathers with the bug
it's formic acid removes parasites snugged
Now the courtship begins to ensue
through the air sweet female he pursues
rivals fly to intervene
but Mr. Grackle's skill keen
For she follows him her cove
shrieks and eeks their song of love
to and fro their singing goes
like a rusty gate the sounds flow
Feathers fluffed and puffed
each knows they got the right stuff
they settle in nesting hatching their brood
in a community of grackles for neighborhood mood
Mr. Grackle proud with a nest pristine
for grackles keep their home clean
At night the Grackles do a communal roost like no other
a million grackles with friends those numbers shudder
The old boy now living the good life
for Mr. Grackle got a wife
day of the dead bride dressed meticulously
She wanted to impress every human who could see
It would not be a lot, but it would be enough
She wanted to show them she had the right stuff
She had been all set to get married on her wedding day
But her groom had not shown up, an enormous betray
She hanged herself in the kitchen, a mistake she later thought
She wanted a bit of attention, forgiveness was not sought
Inner turmoil boiling over,
The stove over heating,
I'm eating from another plate,
Looking straight into the pot,
I can feel how hot it's getting,
I'm sitting right in the middle,
A little of this,
A little of that,
I keep adding stuff to the vat,
Splattering to the floor,
It won't hold anymore,
Bubbling and roaring,
I start exploring,
Thoughts justy pouring out,
Shouting about the turnout,
I doubt it will be any good,
I'm always misunderstood,
Nothing turns out as good,
Like I think it should,
Who would've guessed,
My best wasn't good enough,
I couldn't find the right stuff,
It was a rough ride for sure,
My concoction wasn't pure,
The recipe for my cure,
Was tainted by fury,
Worry kept me from working,
I was always in a hurry,
I'm jerking me back and forth,
Forcing the kettle to crack,
There's no turning back now,
Turmoil is part of the track.
Taking my power back,
I stack up Experience.
You can do it - I believe in you!
To your values and dreams, please stay true.
Work hard, earn it, do all things right.
A clear conscience helps you sleep at night.
You can do it - you have the right stuff;
Notably when the going gets rough.
Fight the good fight, and never give in.
In the long run and life, you will win.
The perfect indication
a smirk, with some flirtation
a special night
for dating
do you wanna dance with me
Suggestive comments got me thinking
that atta-bouis
and all that winking
laning on me
got me thinking
you wanna dance with me
aint got the right stuff for staying
work in the morning my Boss aint
playing
But you got me wanting
some forward thinking
the night aint through
when the band finishes playing
I got a kiss
after a whisper
the gentlemen said
she called me her Mister
Right night
the romance of the mmusic
dancing
smiling and grooving
what a night
what a romantic evening
got a foolish man
beleiving
take my time
clm all the feelings
freshen up for a specail evening
In nineteen sixty-three, May twenty-eight,
three youngsters in a Woolworths five-and-dime
sat down and asked for coffee. This was war.
In Jackson, Mississippi, way back when,
outrageous things like this riled up the pack.
The photos still exist. You feel the hate.
To ask for coffee, then, was such a crime,
so unacceptable to local law
that men (look at the photos – they’re all men)
could not restrain themselves. Attack, attack!
With ketchup, mustard, butter they went straight
to smear the interlopers with their slime:
what else are coffee-grounds and soda for?
The heroes (in the age of Colonel Glenn,
the Right Stuff mattered) took down from the rack
more gunge. These sons of the Magnolia State
poured vinegar in solemn pantomime
(one wiped molasses on the young man’s jaw).
What caused this ritual? This zoo-like zen?
The guests had the effrontery to be black.
My lovely Aloe Vera houseplant.
Why are you so unhappy?
Is it me?
What more could I have done?
I dusted and washed your spiky leaves.
I waited until your roots were dry
before I watered them just enough.
You sat in a lovely warm spot,
out of the sun and draughts.
I gently sprayed your leaves with
just the right stuff to nourish them.
There was slow release fertiliser
around your roots and mulch on top.
I checked your skin for mites and diseases
every other day.
I shunned all thought of bringing
any other plants into the house.
I knew you did not like company, nor shade.
You are my own true love,
I doted on you alone.
What more can I do?
I beg you Vera, be happy, please!
There's a girl that I adore.
She works in a flower store.
I love her with all my heart.
Yes, I know we'll never part.
Fabulous Fabiola
She's the woman I need.
Fabulous Fabiola
She makes me shout and scream.
How can I describe her?
Which word suits her best?
I just feel that this one word
Is better than the rest.
Fabulous Fabiola
I just can't say it enough.
Fabulous Fabiola
For me,she's got the right stuff.
GREAT is just O.K.
GROOVY is passe.
SASSY kinda nice.
SWEET is lacking spice
PRETTY IS so so.
GOOD a no no no no no.
Now I know it's true
Just one word will do!
Fabulous Fabiola
Fantabulous! Fantabulous!
Fabulous Fabiola
She's Fabiolarific
Three weeks into lockdown, we're still in one piece,
the house is now looking pristine,
we've dusted and shined every surface we see
now only the air left to clean.
We've searched every cranny, we've looked high and low
but still there's no sign of our Puss,
I think that last night she decided to go,
got fed up with being over-fussed.
The missus each day in her favourite pyjamas,
and slippers, just wanders about,
but when she turns round, well, it really alarms us,
there's a hole,and her bum's hanging out.
We've tried to eat healthily, bought the right stuff,
organic, and calorie free,
but now it's got boring, and I'm feeling rough
so it's baked beans on pizza for me.
A real ale delivery is next on the cards,
it's top of the list on our plans,
don't know where to put it, there's nowhere to go
since the larder is full of beer cans.
At least we're all civil, no rows or profanity,
for three weeks now we've all been stuck,
I'm off to the shops,now, quite proud of my sanity
with mask on, and dressed as a duck.
You are the longest true love of my life.
You always gave selfless love even through strife.
Somewhere along the way we lost it
and I cry wondering if I could have stopped it.
Just my hindsight saw it all unfold.
For years now it has been more than my heart can hold.
Mentally, your voiced views battered me.
Emotionally, your behaviors shattered me.
We have completely turned from love’s way
so, I dwell sad in past days laid tainted and frayed.
Though no final death scythe ended us,
separation bereavement exists between us.
I search for moves holding love’s right stuff
‘cause I need to show you, Mama, I hurt enough.
Kirk Douglas
Today we heard we lost Kirk
Who never needed a shirt
Always a lovely flirt that Kirk
Joining Moses in heaven
Who we watched in the movie way past eleven
Hopefully God enjoyed their sound stage cheese
and now he is at peace
Yes, we lost Kirk
that lovely flirt
Robert Conrad
We say good night to Robert Conrad
Who looked good when being mad
He had the right stuff being tough
On the smaller screen
Which was clean
Tough stories that made him look peachy keen
Standing strong
Righting wrong
Good night Robert Conrad
America's Dad
burnt to a crisp -
Christmas.
but the town
is famous for
its restoration,
though
pets be gone -
eight in all;
one sits on his lap,
joining
the family’s source
of hope,
lifting the community’s spirits -
touched
by the light of Christ,
afterall
he’s the source.
the Grinch
became educated —
there was more
than the feast,
than the tree,
than the bulbs.
a calm and gentle manner
upon lost souls.
my hero on earth,
my cousin and kin,
all the right stuff
resides within.
12/28/2019
He stood in the middle of
The ring and asked the
Members of The
Right Stuff inc.
To stop the B.S.
And start making things
Right for the people.
In his lavish robe
And pink mask
Ghetto Sushi
Said if it comes to
Wrestling he'd out
Wrestle them
If it came to
Brawling he'd
Out Brawl them
He spoke about
Being first in line
And having his
Back turned to
All the hungry
Wolves, he scared
The micro phone
Interveiwee when
He started speaking
About things he didn't
Understand saying
Miss Tusslers baby boy
Was a champion
People the world over
Loved and admired him
Miss Tussler and Big Meanie
Liked nice things but they
Didn't like you
MissTussler liked cool people
But they didn't like you.
I use to think Big Meanie
And Miss Tussler were
Bad people til I meet you
Ghetto Sushi say
Miss Tussler beat that
Ass and Ghetto Suchi
Gonna beat that ass too!
Ghetto Sushi represents
Clean areas and living
Responsibly The star
Shing bright in
The big sky
Ghetto Sushi
Ah Superstar a
Bright light among
The night a sample
Of what greatness is
I am Ghetto Sushi
The Greatest of Altime!
How do we know if we have the right stuff
Something tells me we'll feel that pulse
People react to you
Like somebody who
Has that special stuff with that force from above
~ Grandma Gertie Keeps Her Word ~
Grandma Gertie would always keep her word
'Twas a sign of a righteous soul, she'd heard --
Tasty turkey she'd promised
Did her best to be honest --
Oven went out ~ She flipped Grandpa the bird
~ The Right Stuff-ing ~
'The stuffing's got to be from the right stuff'
Said Gertie, then she walked off in a huff
The kids made it all wrong
Way too spicy, too strong
So they smoked it ~ giving Gert the first puff
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