John Scott Harrison,
the odds must be a hundred to one -
your father was the president, and so was your son.
I am highly entertained
though I see through the window what lies there:
yes, dark cloud hovers above our street
like a piece of rag.
But we admire contraries.
I am entertained because I hear rag -
all about pineapple, reflection,
stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf.
You would never predict your treasure,
how so many of us listen to it today,
your music downloaded or on a compact disc.
So thanks, dear old Scott, for your ragtime.
I can see that dark, hovering rag of cloud
but hear you, Scott, I'm entertained.
Ian Scott Anderson
as a flautist loved to have fun
in prog. rock he wasn’t dull
and gave us Jethro Tull
My maintenance man's name is Scott
and boy that man can do a lot..
Always cutting the yards and raking
up leaves, a constant need with Sycamore trees..
In snow and ice out there he'll be,
clearing sidewalks and streets of this community.
Scott's always there when neighbor's call, to
paint their buildings or a hot water heater install.
For thirty years he's lent his hands, our wonderful
versatile maintenance man..
This neighborhood depends on him a lot.
He's earned the title, "The Great Scott".
Saturday afternoon at the shops
Families together laughing and loving a lot
Then evil came with deadly intent
Joel Cauci stalked them with his knife bent
Inspector Amy Scott took the call that day
A stabbing in Bondi Junction where she booked away
She ran to danger in brave duty then
Not knowing how the day would end
She confronted Cauci who killed and maimed
And shouted drop the knife she did exclaim
But he continued to threaten her
So she shot him negating any further evil to occur
There were six people dead at his hand
And another eight injured in Cauci’s deadly stand
So we hail Inspector Amy Scott bravery
Hero of Bondi Junction that day we see.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
May I get serious for a moment
Sorry “serious” is not in my vocabulary
I try, and try but to no avail
Perhaps it's somewhat hereditary
Got it from my cuckoo son Scott
He sure didn't warn me he was contagious
Some of his humour is really far out
Might even call it outrageous
Did he get from me, did I get it from him
A quandry but it really matters not
The end result is we're a couple of yahoos
All else means diddly squat
Though I have been known to change my hat
On occasion, a few times in the past
Mostly though, when it comes to the crunch
Being a silly old jester is a blast!
The mummy was as cozy as he could be in the kangaroo’s pouch.
He had landed in there during the winter, making the mama say ouch.
His parents looked for him all over and found him on Halloween.
He said no offense, but I like this new mama, she is really keen.
New mama said he should give his mummy parent a second chance.
He was not happy until they attended the Fifteenth Mummy dance.
Met girl mummy who giggled at everything he said and loved him a lot.
I know this story because he is my daddy, his name is Sir Scott.
I'm Scott the Clot and I am mighty mean.
I'm spreading the virus called covid19.
I'm trying to get rid of all my astrazeneca vaccine.
A blood-clotting vaccine,
A potential killing machine.
I love that word, vaccine.
One jab only costs a dime,
And I'll open up the borders in a short time.
A punch to America's gut
An utter shock to me
They've toppled the statue
Of Francis Scott Key
He wrote the National Anthem
America's most famous song
Why on earth such destruction
What did Key do wrong
They say he owned slaves
When it was legal to do so
Some topplers' ancestors may have too
Perhaps they're the true foe...
People who live in glass houses
Shouldn't throw stones
Two wrongs don't make a right
As history has shown
It didn't make any headlines
Not even a 'Golly Gee'
When they desecrated the memory
Of Francis Scott Key
Scott Morrision says the USA had slaves, Australia did not
The Aborigines may disagree, and women in the church, along with boys
WE heard the scandal (Maybe sex slavery is really FREE!)
Now, I know something else, those Queensland sugar plantations
Deep in what HUGH TINKER (no Indian) called "New Slavery" since 1838!
Once Britain showed great heart to abolish slavery, keep plantations
To be worked by the "surplus" in India! It made Mahtama Gandhi mad
That great nations use one race against another - always - divide & rule
"To make the abolition and emancipation of slaves real" with new slaves
Using words creativity (not more democracy), Creative TREACHERY:
Hugh Tinker's book by this name called indented labor, "New System of Slavery"
NOTE: I had a strange deal at Flinders University to teach this subject: Indentured Labor and British Plantations, but i took too long at Johns Hopkins University getting my PhD for Dr. Ralph Shlomowitz. In part, due to racism I suffered there at the hands of a famous Philip Curtin. I won, thanX Jesus!
Listen in the silence and you may hear
Songs playing from yesteryear.
It could well be the Midnight Organ.
Those lyrics could have been Shakespeare’s or Shelley’s
The music Lennon or McCartney’s.
They speak of heartbreak and unfrequented love
And sometimes just plain old fashioned love.
Was he a soothsayer or did he just know
As he told us all he would save it for another year.
That year came and he set sail
He left behind a musical trail.
His songs are still sung, his words still spoke.
He deserves his fame, but his names not Jesus.
He certainly left foot prints on our hearts.
and to me they count as tiny changes to earth.
Was a civil rights leader, born Coretta Scott,
On June 18 1953 her and MLK tied the knot.
She shared the same dream as King,
Many people knew that she could sing.
January 22, 2019
Alexis Y.
Not for contest
Coretta Scott King (April 27, 1927 – January 30, 2006) was an American author, activist, civil rights leader, and the wife of Martin Luther King Jr. Coretta Scott King helped lead the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960s. She was an active advocate for African-American equality. King met her husband while attending graduate school in Boston. They both became increasingly active in the American Civil Rights Movement. She was also a singer, and often incorporated music into her civil rights work
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