This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to brussel sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with all the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Anybody wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Jester Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
The Kelty one-man tent flaps face Ritter
The night is me and the Sierran darkness
As no moon reflects upon the granite
Cold sun touches its light upon the high peaks
As mist lingers layered against the slopes
I remain in my bag to await warmth
A bear walks past my tent and looks in
We find our own kind in each other, and
Awaken to our illusory lives.
This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to Brussel Sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with all the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Anybody wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Happy Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before next December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
I am an American Soldier
In the Special Forces, of woes
My Duty in Iraq, gives me such fear
Yet, I stand in the midst of my Foes
I live and I sleep, on the Battlefield
I dream of my family, back home
I wake up with bullets around me
Open Wounds and many Broken Bones.
They say, that I’m fighting for Freedom
I should stand tall and not cry, with fear
But the pain that I see, all around me
Makes me question the Freedom, we give
For the ones whose Freedom, we’re fighting for
Is not wanted, when we’re Spilling the Blood
So, why do we fight for a freedom?
When it is not welcomed, with the enemies Love.
Yes, I’ll stand and fight for their Freedom
I will still give my Life for their Right
To live in a Land where Freedom should ring
Without Harm, Evil or Plight
I may not have all of the answers
For others to see and accept
I only know that I want to go home
Be at peace with my Duty, Then Rest.
By: Patty Ritter
She is so gentle, like a feather in Winter
Covering the Creation, like a Blanket of Love
Her touch like a dewdrop, blankets the flowers
Her message of Purity, sounds like a Dove.
She carries a message, like virgins in hiding
That Whispers sweet nothings, into one's ear
Untouched by the stillness, of covering light flames
Her Beauty will linger, till she feels the rain.
She is a Diamond, that glitters in Darkness
She's pure in perfection, with gentle heart songs
She fills up our spirit, with warmth like the sunshine
She sings out our Dreams, like a Bird singing Songs.
PandaP1
Patty Ritter
Green grow the lilacs, the old song still rings true,
Tex Ritter and Johnny Cash sang out the notes in colors blue.
How is it I remember the song still so clear today
as lilacs scent spring air of a sweetheart love with emeralds displayed
both oceaned dark and fern feathered green but hidden and jaded.
Sad songs in life are shaded by the forest green and words of sages
as love burns hot red purple passioned in the sea of enveloped envy
and shamrocks march in the sun's reflection now, almost empty.
Lost to the soul and singer's original intent by indulged imbibed absinthe
fading to shades of florescence curling through lost love's labyrinth.
Green grow the lilacs, sparkling with dew,
I miss you my love, how I miss you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5xWkhEL8-o
Chocolate Indulgences (20150129)
If I really had no choice but to divulge,
In mountains of chocolate I would indulge.
I'm not just taking about Snickers,
Reese's peanut butter cups, Butterfingers,
Or other grocery store sweeties.
I'm talking about the expensive stuff, most from oversea:
Fruit and nut bars from British Cadbury,
Milk molasses chips from local Mrs. See's,
Fudge Easter Eggs from domestic Helen Grace,
Belgian praline Sea Shells from Leonidas,
Belgian Cote D'Or bouche pralines,
And from Germany's Ritter Sport--EVERYTHING!
Wallowing in glorious chocolate, I'd be so pathetic,
If not for the fact, that I'm a diabetic.
Have All Been in Heaven
While wondering where all the time went,
Asked God to graciously give me a hint;
Might be near well when I was wishing
Or times you found me to be fishing.
Throughout life poems have been writing;
Were great and by Queen she was knighting;
A Poet Laureate want to end up being
Title on me by President be decreeing.
Made deal with God after I did wrangle;
Make me become a bright, new angel;
Have everyone in heaven start to rejoice;
Vast improvements were applied to my voice.
My fingers, forever flew through the air,
Writing beautiful poems beyond compare;
God read them not finding anything wrong,
And each one became an unbelievable song.
There is Presley, Porter and Charlie Pride,
And Rich and Ritter romping right beside,
Wagging their tails and singing slick songs;
Now are all in heaven where each one belongs.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
A letter to you
Dear daughter of mine,
Please don't cry! Please don't ask why.
For I have gone to heaven to plat my banjo. For the great Bill Monroe.
It will be not a song of sorrow that I play tomorrow.
For I will play on the stage with a lady named Patty Page.
I will not play to bitter, but with the great Tex Ritter.
So the music you hear in the sky will not make you cry.
For God only wants me to play my banjo.
Love,
Your dear old dad.
This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to Brussel Sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Any Soupers wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Jester Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
© Jack Ellison 2013
there was a kidder who sat on a *hitter
he pushed long and hard for he was no quitter
but nothing came out
he left with a pout
that gritty old kidder was named Tex Ritter
der herzog Von eleganz und of
vermogen over a herzlos held sent
to verpfanden der Ritter shattered
behind a gefuhl Von gluck
8D
my mind is an open book.
read it and have a look.
"Open" said Crow.
"We near the brook"
"Stones are there and
little by little does the trick.
Love the journey... it's the
Mother of all invention.
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http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/discoveries/2009-08-06-aesop-experiment_N.htm?csp=34
Article By Malcolm Ritter, Associated Press
NEW YORK — From the goose that laid the golden egg to the race between the tortoise and
the hare, Aesop's fables are known for teaching moral lessons rather than literally being
true. But a new study says at least one such tale might really have happened.
It's the fable about a thirsty crow. The bird comes across a pitcher with the water level
too low for him to reach. The crow raises the water level by dropping stones into the
pitcher. (Moral: Little by little does the trick, or in other retellings, necessity is the
mother of invention.)
London rain and Texan skies
Warm my heart and thrill my eyes
Flooded streets and clouds for miles
Think I’ll stay here for a while
Bright red buses and trusty steeds
Carry my spirit wherever they lead
City bustling and cattle at graze
This is where I spend my days
Royal parks with Texas Rangers
Sounds of home could not be stranger
London Symphony plays Tex Ritter
Here is where you’ll see me linger
Buckingham Palace address Dealey Plaza
My horizon spans farther and vaster
Cockney slang welcomes y’all
To a place my happiness befalls
Union Jack flies Stars and Stripes
A family parted again unites
An English rose with roots state side
A love of each, to both I’m tied