A dancer and actor, Patrick Wayne Swayze
Captivated many with dancing skills he conveys
Football he would have pursued but he got an injury
Starring in Dirty Dancing, his dancing skills seemed gingery
John Wayne walked
As Wisconsinites do
Every Winter
When frigid cold tumbles
Humbles
Two-legged gait
On
All kinds of ice.
So does walk
Timothy Oliphant
Come to think of it.
He walked on sand there,
In Hawai’i,
But not for very long.
Same thing.
It is the kind of sidling
Desert snakes do:
Half tentative
Full-blown cocky;
But without butts
Or lopsided heads.
I see a deer dancing
On the frozen lake
And say:
“There goeses
The Waynes and the Oliphantes.
Had a look at Wayne Glew, having a go.'
Has enforcement experience and some
Clues.' Seems confused about Porepunkah.' Then i am too.' A shotgun
Is not a precesision firearm.' A strange
Stew, two men down no ballistics statistics spoken..Which shoud be simply reported to my notion.? Brian Naylor a real
News anchor 'would had basic info to share with the state and Nation.' Another
Officer first reported shot in the leg.' Now
It is the shoulder..Which is closer to the head.' Now some bait is lured, 'up to a mill ?' They've said.' Sort of like having a price on his head..Meanwhile a crime wave is hitting Melbourne town, shops robbed three to four times in twelve hours.' Stressfull to the mind.' I see the strain on
My people, niw don't think on this I'm going
To be fine!!!
Marion Robert Morrison
his voice couldn’t be confused with Roy Orbison
but he really gained his fame
when he became known as John Wayne
Beneath the sapphire skies A love poem we dedicate To you, our secret star
Longing for your sight Our hearts beat like thunderclaps In trochaic rhythm
In every sunbeam's sway And moonlit whispers We see your painless grace
Oh, how our love swells And echoes in the world Like John Denver's songs
Your spirit does set us free Underneath a canopy of soul Two hearts in sync
And as we bloom A garden of dreams we tend In your presence, my love
We wait for you to see The beauty in our words Onomatopoeia divine
Gaze upon us now And let our secret grow No longer kept in silence
Our love, a force like sun Bathing all in warm, golden light A true secret admirationited.
baby giraffe runs
ducks flutter in murky pond
snakes slither away
lions sneak a nap
seals entertain laughing crowd
penguins waddle by
John Wayne was born in a tiny house in a teeny Iowa town.
We love claiming him, because Iowans do not usually leave Iowa.
Certainly do not become bigger-than-life cowboy movie stars!
But he did, and we adored him. I still do in many ways.
our hero who never served.
Like my Uncle Kevin
Born 1907...
But who might we liken
To this Superb Icon,
In his films large eyeballs rolls?
In minds ever striking
To Today's Actors liking:
Named Robert Morrison,
Its closest: Harrison
Or soldiers' Garrison
But he went for John Wayne!
Trying to get round same stain?
Well, he just couldn't wane;
Only Cancer's last pain...
The Gernini factor
One makes first rate actors
Jolie, Eastwood, John Wayne
The Sun might shine, later Rain...
Films above Two Hundred:
Cause to this Talent dread!
Scoring he was fine goals
With ripe horses, not foals:
Western movies and War
Actions supplying raw!
And Wayne was just cherished
Like he smoking relished
John Wayne would not entertain
self-doubt or indecision
jumped in again and again
with full blown tunnel vision
pure bravado does not stop
mortality's sure advance
nothing can give assurance
we will have that one last dance
not every situation
is cause to pose scream and shout
will be no acclimation
if we can't find our way out
lies turn into bolder lies
words sole purpose is deceit
no use trying to disguise
sometimes we'll take a backseat
unease growing faster now
leering faces seem stranger
no one going to ask how
words led to this much danger
not an outstanding question
of what might make it alright
flat out wrong situation
when lives are taken for spite
cannot simply turn and run
at this point of no return
too much cannot be undone
to dodge permanent downturn
this world's not all black and white
except in minds which are closed
we've all become wrapped too tight
in myths long ago composed
John Wayne would stick to his guns
in those technicolor dreams
but we're the actual ones
coming apart at the seams
Written April 14, 2017
It's easy to fall in love
Even easier to break apart
I've been trying for six long years
To mend this broken heart
You used to talk to me so sweet
My biggest fan in the bleacher seats
From the rose bush to the baseball bat
Why'd you have to go and be like that
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Why'd you go and have to die
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Even he cried sometimes
Life never looked so bleak
Than the day you left me
It's easy to forgive sometimes
But this ain't one of those times
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Glass houses are all I've known
From the salt shaker to the baseball bat
Why'd you have to go and be like that
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Why'd you go and have to die
Why don't you just be like John Wayne
Even he cried sometimes
Ode To Wayne Gretzky
We all carry the same genes,
and look how different we turn out;
I honed my skills for playing hockey,
and look how far I’ve come.
***
Note:
Wayne Gretzky was born in Brantford, Ontario, in 1961. He played junior hockey in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, for the Soo Greyhounds, and in 1978, signed with the Indianapolis Racers of the World Hockey Association (WHA). That same year, he was traded to the Edmonton Oilers of the WHA, who joined the National Hockey League (NHL) when the WHA folded. While with the Edmonton Oilers, Wayne and his fellow teammates won four Stanley Cups. Wayne Gretzky, aka “The Great One,” went on to play for the Los Angeles Kings and St. Louis Blues and ended his hockey career with the New York Rangers in 1999 following his retirement.
Wayne a Great Dane,
from a princely court
was playing in the courtyard.
He rolled and fell short
in the castle moat.
A good sport
he was. With laughter roar
from the royal court;
out his nose water he snorted.
3/6/2021
His last days
in his dreams
in Jamaica mon
The capital Kingston
He prayed to the heavens
Gods only laughed
in the Caribbean waves
as this small minded
prang called
the pond of frogs
glorious
If you heard a Soup Censor holler
They just saw a Cook Islands dollar
Allowing for windage
That Tiki appendage*
Could incite a 9-1-1 caller!
* Gershon-approved, i.e., circumcised
Is that sufficient evidence
the Lost Tribes of Israel
were on a Cook-out?
Would you compare me to a summer’s day?
No chance, you look more like a wet week-end
But we’ve been married 30 years, this May
And all that time, you drove me round the bend
We’ve had three kids, of whom we’re more than proud
I’ll give you that, they’ve all turned out not bad
And you are never shy to say aloud
I know - that you’re the best I’ve ever had
But we both know I was your first and last
And I knew that you’d loved and lost before
But now our love has settled, strong and fast
I guess that’s true, I’m sorry I’m a bore
You’re my bore, Wayne – and we’ll both be OK
As long as we survive Valentine’s Day!
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