Jack and Jill,
Went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down,
And broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
We all know,
There’s more to go,
About this well disaster.
Jack got home,
Started to moan,
Went to see Doc McMaster.
Well ole doc,
Looked at the clock,
Said the store’s open uptown.
So he wrote,
Jack out a note,
Told him, “these will fix your crown.”
Mom found out,
When Jack went out,
He was with that **** Jill Brown.
Jack got home,
Mom wasn’t alone,
She said son set your ass down.
This man here,
Is preacher Greer,
He has some questions for you.
If you’ve been,
Playing again,
There’s only one thing to do.
Jack and Jill,
Stayed wed until,
Their fourteenth child was brand new.
Jack was quick,
Got in his buick,
Left Jill living in a shoe.
The next time,
A hill you climb,
Just make the right selection.
If you go,
You need to know,
Use some kind of protection.
The disclosure project and Dr Stephen Greer
He claims he's debreifed almost a thousand
On U F O events through the last twenty years?
I have listened to testimony that challenged
My mind.? Is some part hallucination.? What
Will we find, a president, or presidents pushed
Away, silenced deleted.? In many ways.? How
Much aligns with Bible verse? I'm looking at
Bad; and fearing..? Even worse?? I will now dig
Deeper, it must be done, alls not new under the
Sun, determination and practice best.' Only for
The people we must invest ' a clear field of
Vision we all deserve, if you know of happenings
That may at first sound absurd.' If there has
Been deception in your military life? Why push
Things under? Why with reality strive? If at your
Core you beleive (serve and protect) would it
Be more viable, to interject.? I beleive the majority
Would cover your back.' If they sense true
Freedom is under attack.' I'll follow this project
Maybe its the result of deeo sin ? Resultant of
Demon descendents we are told of as the early
nephilim.?
Last but not least is my granddaughter Greer:
she is a sweetheart, so loving and dear.
To reach full potential
would be providential,
but when she’s around, I feel God is near.
Some days do not go quite the way that you planned;
surprises will often fall right in your lap.
Today, such a day, but all ended quite grand;
inflexible schedules can become a trap.
So did I leave chores on the table undone?
They’ll be there tomorrow; of this I am sure.
My son-in-law and I both worked and had fun;
the rain’s coming soon, but the gutter’s secure.
Plus, as a bonus, I saw all the mayhem,
like Greer getting undressed to race through the yard.
A stray and the watchdog, just hanging out, playin’;
you don’t get much done when you’re laughing so hard.
Although of plans, I’m a general proponent,
life can be sweet when you live in the moment.
Autumn Begins
I stand on my porch
eyes raised into a pallid sky
like Greer Garson on the Cliffs of Dover
watching her lover's Spitfire cross the channel.
Geese gather in the bay.
Daily practice formations vee over
my cottage which is even now
hunkering down into the forest.
It pulls in its garden skirts in one last show
of bravado with golden asters and tattered
baby's breath lace kicking high. Wood is piled
on the porch to feed my parlor stove when
white is the colourless of the day. My geese
bugle and triumph in a crackle of song, " come with us,
come with us woman of the north, Join our soaring
into the warmth of another land."
Guns, or
Bobby covered in Rosey Greer, or
Monterey Pop,
Or I'm one years old,
The Chicago 7, or
DNC, PR
Vietnam, or
The Man on Moon in Motion.
The Alarm sang 68 Guns.
Would Joan of Arc be a post office clerk
In the year of two thousand and four?
And Lady Godiver, if we could revive her
Would she mop the kitchen floor?
These heros of history, make my lifestyle a mystery
Such women we shouldn’t ignore
So well in my thirties, with hand cream and nappies
I went down on my knees, despite the dog’s fleas
For a Wonderbra, a fancy new car
And a job that would take me far
Now I’m totally weary, yet it seemed fine in theory
To split myself in two . . . as you do!
But I feel like a martyr, this lark’s a non-starter
And I blame Bodacea and Germaine Greer
For this deep-rooted need to have a career
Hear the sounds like tip toes?
It goes round about the “Hoots of Aspen”
Twith torn and tatter twos
If you look to coming nightfall
Shadows short, but spry beneath the moon
And you'll see a crop of perked and pointed ears
And be betwixt a tough, but very ancient
Crackle bearded fool for Elfin
Searching vain for all his stolen years
A twitch of warted nose tells him he's very close
Somewhere hidden in "Trees of Trunken"
By warriors, “Faeries of the Greer”
And if he surely finds them
Then, there will be some hell to pay
For of the magic within his spell book
He’ll turn the nights to ever days
And the pixy wings again shall never sleep
Thus weary, the dark ones will forever reign
So if you spy a silent lightening bug
Underneath silver and raven skies
Please, you must never ever think to trap…
What seems more likely to be a firefly
Or the grimly clever elfin will swiftly climb
Your limbs upon attack!
To know exactly where they’re at!
Church Bells
Once I lived in a charming English village, near
an ancient church, every Sunday morning
on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed.
Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in
the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer.
When Muslims ruled Andalusia, they tolerated
Christians, but a poet of that time -Ibn Baqi-
circa 1059 1112, wished they wouldn´t clang
bells so hard waking him up when air was cool,
sleep sweet and his Christian mistress had to
get up and go to mass. So far nothing has
changed, dear Ibn Baqi, the bells keep on tolling
Thank you, thank you, you’re one of a kind
This is for you so enjoy the rhyme
You opened our minds when we were just guessing
God must love us, because you are a blessing
You donated your time, most precious gift, clever
You’re not just the best, but the greatest teacher ever
Some classes we wanted to leave, but in yours we don’t
You may forget us over the years, but vice versa we won’t
When Philadelphians wanted to see a basketball game,
the “Warriors” was their first team’s name.
They had several players achieving great fame.
Familiar names included Joe Fulks and Paul Arizin.
They were joined by Tom Gola and Wilt Chamberlain.
However, it was in the year of 1962
when the NBA franchise packed up and bid adieu.
The only professional team Philadelphia would know,
moved their operations to San Francisco.
Therefore, Philadelphia was without a team for a year.
However, the Syracuse Nationals relocated here.
In the City of Brotherly Love, they took a new name.
The “Seventy-Sixers” were now playing the game.
They traded to bring Wilt Chamberlain back.
The offense sported a formidable attack.
Among the big names that were playing here,
were Chet Walker, Luke Jackson, and Hal Greer.
The city’s basketball fans were in seventh heaven
when their team became world champions in 1967.
No matter what you are going through, do not let life get the best
of you. Take up ypur greer and put it on, live your life, be tough and
strong, just carry on.
Yes carry on, live life to its fullest and nothing less and God will truly
take care of the rest and you will most certainly be blessed.