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It's A Wonderful Life
So George Bailey had a meeting with Mr. Potter
Potter offered to pay him 20,000 dollars a year for three years
In todays dollars that would be about 400,000 a year
So George went home to his wife and asked her if he should take the deal
Her reply was, "Are you kidding? Of course I want you to take the job!
You go back first thing the next morning and tell Mr. Potter
You may be a scurvy old spider, but you're a scurvy old spider
That's gonna give me 20,000 a year!
Goodbye Bedford Falls!
Hello Pottersville!
Uncle Billy went to insane asylum shortly after that
And Clarence the angel second class remained an angel without his wings
And Mr. Potter had the best Christmas an old scrooge ever had
The end
Potter offered to pay him 20,000 dollars a year for three years
In todays dollars that would be about 400,000 a year
So George went home to his wife and asked her if he should take the deal
Her reply was, "Are you kidding? Of course I want you to take the job!
You go back first thing the next morning and tell Mr. Potter
You may be a scurvy old spider, but you're a scurvy old spider
That's gonna give me 20,000 a year!
Goodbye Bedford Falls!
Hello Pottersville!
Uncle Billy went to insane asylum shortly after that
And Clarence the angel second class remained an angel without his wings
And Mr. Potter had the best Christmas an old scrooge ever had
The end
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
I thought of this a long time ago. In a way Mr. Potter never really comes to face any bad consequences for stealing the 8,000 dollars from forgetful Uncle Billy.Christmas Wish List
Donald Trump actually being a good president
Job security
Not being afraid any more
No more homelessness
No more people yelling at other people
Santa bringing presents to all people of the world
My family together in peace
Healthy people
Free health care
A new car
A house out in the country
A golf cart
Someone to go skiing and golfing with
My own plane and the ability to fly it myself
A dog and a cat
An end to war everywhere
No drug use that harms others
Women to be respected everywhere
A billion dollars
Santa and Rudolph to be real
The music to be as good as it was in the 80's
Love
Job security
Not being afraid any more
No more homelessness
No more people yelling at other people
Santa bringing presents to all people of the world
My family together in peace
Healthy people
Free health care
A new car
A house out in the country
A golf cart
Someone to go skiing and golfing with
My own plane and the ability to fly it myself
A dog and a cat
An end to war everywhere
No drug use that harms others
Women to be respected everywhere
A billion dollars
Santa and Rudolph to be real
The music to be as good as it was in the 80's
Love
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
There are so many more, and endless list that could be made better if Bernie Sanders could have been our next president.Halloween Traditions
Halloween
I celebrate it from September 15 thru October 31
I spend most of my time watching horror movies
I always start with a documentary of battered wives
After that there are classics like Child's Play
The Shining, Hellraiser, The Omen, Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Halloween, Pumpkinhead, Lost Boys, Evil Dead, Alien
The Exorcist, Carrie, The Silence of the Lambs
I read various books about the halocaust, Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy
Book of crimes, 1984, and various children's books
The Pumpkin Giant, monster joke books, Ghost Charlie, The Fat Cat
I carve one pumpkin a week and three for Halloween night
I decorate my apartment and porch and behind my apartment
My newest decoration is the clown from the movie It
It is just his decapitated head with a hook protruding from his mouth
It has a rope to hang it from the pine tree out back
I already have the black and orange halloween fortune cookies
Now I'm waiting for the candy cigarettes to give out to the trick or treaters
I celebrate it from September 15 thru October 31
I spend most of my time watching horror movies
I always start with a documentary of battered wives
After that there are classics like Child's Play
The Shining, Hellraiser, The Omen, Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Halloween, Pumpkinhead, Lost Boys, Evil Dead, Alien
The Exorcist, Carrie, The Silence of the Lambs
I read various books about the halocaust, Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy
Book of crimes, 1984, and various children's books
The Pumpkin Giant, monster joke books, Ghost Charlie, The Fat Cat
I carve one pumpkin a week and three for Halloween night
I decorate my apartment and porch and behind my apartment
My newest decoration is the clown from the movie It
It is just his decapitated head with a hook protruding from his mouth
It has a rope to hang it from the pine tree out back
I already have the black and orange halloween fortune cookies
Now I'm waiting for the candy cigarettes to give out to the trick or treaters
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
I have a lot of fun celebrating Halloween.Where to Go
Where to Go
I've been in a car
I've flown real far
I went in a boat on water
I have peddled a bicycle up hills that were harder
I've walked and run
Sometimes just for fun
To get away from here
Wherever thou far or near
Just to get away from familiar things
To hear how the birds sing
Somewhere else they have it all figured out
How to be nice and know when to shout
People are nicer when you do not know
All the crapola people tend to blow
Out of their mouths and other dirty places
Trying to divide people they bring up the races
But I know that other place will give a good feel
Whether I go by planes, trains, or automobiles
I've been in a car
I've flown real far
I went in a boat on water
I have peddled a bicycle up hills that were harder
I've walked and run
Sometimes just for fun
To get away from here
Wherever thou far or near
Just to get away from familiar things
To hear how the birds sing
Somewhere else they have it all figured out
How to be nice and know when to shout
People are nicer when you do not know
All the crapola people tend to blow
Out of their mouths and other dirty places
Trying to divide people they bring up the races
But I know that other place will give a good feel
Whether I go by planes, trains, or automobiles
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
Just got done watching Planes Trains and Automobiles with John Candy and Steve MartinCanada
You are up north
About 510 miles away from me here in Wisconsin
Canada
I've visited you twice
Once in 2003
And again in 2005
I just did a one night stay in a motel
First in a strip club
The second in a regular hotel
Both were on the way to Winnepeg
I golfed at Rat River Golf
I spent some money with polar bears, loons, beavers, caribous
Sailboats and maple leaves
I got a Mountain Dew with English and French writing on it
I drove my car at 100 kilometers per hour
I listened to some French radio stations
But most of all I felt safer than I do living here in the United States
About 510 miles away from me here in Wisconsin
Canada
I've visited you twice
Once in 2003
And again in 2005
I just did a one night stay in a motel
First in a strip club
The second in a regular hotel
Both were on the way to Winnepeg
I golfed at Rat River Golf
I spent some money with polar bears, loons, beavers, caribous
Sailboats and maple leaves
I got a Mountain Dew with English and French writing on it
I drove my car at 100 kilometers per hour
I listened to some French radio stations
But most of all I felt safer than I do living here in the United States
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Today is Canada Day.
Casey at the Bat Lawrence Thayer
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Casey at the Bat
BYERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER
A Ballad of the Republic, Sung in the Year 1888
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We’d put up even money now with Casey at the bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted some one on the stand;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”
“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.
The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clinched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.
Casey at the Bat
BYERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER
A Ballad of the Republic, Sung in the Year 1888
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We’d put up even money now with Casey at the bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted some one on the stand;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”
“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.
The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clinched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
I like to read this out loud to my friends
Due Thanksgiving
There's many twists and turns in life
There's sometimes love, and sometimes strife
And many people lose their dreams
Amid the currents of life's streams
They stumble here, they get lost there
Then find a dream beyond compare
It doesn't seem to make much sense
At least to my intelligence
But even though I'm not too smart
I put the horse before the cart
I think of all God gives to me
And bow my head most thankfully
For every day I hear a song
That helps me move my life along
I hear a whisper on the wind
Amid the hustling bustling din
Just listen close and you may hear
Some special sound that you hold dear
The laughter of some joyful child
A ballgame where the fans go wild
The sounds of mother making tea
Just warms the very heart of me
Songs of the birds there in those trees
The buzzing of the honey bees
The splashing fountains where I walk
And listen to the old folks talk
The waves that break on yonder shore
Yes, all these things and many more
These things are sounds that I know well
The music of life's carousel
So when I get to feeling low
I jump right up and off I go
To where the wind is blowing free
And speaks of all these things to me
Then life, it doesn't seem so sad
I hear the good mixed with the bad
And if I listen long enough
I hear beneath that other stuff
That joy and laughter still abounds
Beneath all of life's other sounds
So as I strive to earn my way
I thank my Lord for each new day
I live in God's calliope
Where blowing winds can speak to me
And when there's time I think about
What I may have, or do without
And so, my friends, I finally learned
Life's not about what I have earned
Because without what I received
Upon the day I was conceived
The choices that I make, today
They wouldn't matter, anyway
Without the life God gave to me
And so I say this, thankfully
That come what may, both good and bad
For all these things, I will be glad
Because I have a heart that yearns
For all God's gifts, both twists and turns
When I think back on all that's been
The what, the why, the where, the when
Then contemplate what they have cost
And what's been won, and what's been lost
And what may yet still come my way
I thank my Lord for every day
I bow my head in humbleness
Just glad He didn't give me less
And so, my friends, I beg you, “Pray!”
And thank our Lord for each new day
And for the life He's given you
My friends, I think that much is due
Is that so very much to ask
To thank your lord for all your tasks
Well, maybe I don't know the score
But life, to me, is worth much more
And all I have could never pay
For all that God gave me, today
For all that God has given me
I'll thank my Lord
ETERNALLY
There's sometimes love, and sometimes strife
And many people lose their dreams
Amid the currents of life's streams
They stumble here, they get lost there
Then find a dream beyond compare
It doesn't seem to make much sense
At least to my intelligence
But even though I'm not too smart
I put the horse before the cart
I think of all God gives to me
And bow my head most thankfully
For every day I hear a song
That helps me move my life along
I hear a whisper on the wind
Amid the hustling bustling din
Just listen close and you may hear
Some special sound that you hold dear
The laughter of some joyful child
A ballgame where the fans go wild
The sounds of mother making tea
Just warms the very heart of me
Songs of the birds there in those trees
The buzzing of the honey bees
The splashing fountains where I walk
And listen to the old folks talk
The waves that break on yonder shore
Yes, all these things and many more
These things are sounds that I know well
The music of life's carousel
So when I get to feeling low
I jump right up and off I go
To where the wind is blowing free
And speaks of all these things to me
Then life, it doesn't seem so sad
I hear the good mixed with the bad
And if I listen long enough
I hear beneath that other stuff
That joy and laughter still abounds
Beneath all of life's other sounds
So as I strive to earn my way
I thank my Lord for each new day
I live in God's calliope
Where blowing winds can speak to me
And when there's time I think about
What I may have, or do without
And so, my friends, I finally learned
Life's not about what I have earned
Because without what I received
Upon the day I was conceived
The choices that I make, today
They wouldn't matter, anyway
Without the life God gave to me
And so I say this, thankfully
That come what may, both good and bad
For all these things, I will be glad
Because I have a heart that yearns
For all God's gifts, both twists and turns
When I think back on all that's been
The what, the why, the where, the when
Then contemplate what they have cost
And what's been won, and what's been lost
And what may yet still come my way
I thank my Lord for every day
I bow my head in humbleness
Just glad He didn't give me less
And so, my friends, I beg you, “Pray!”
And thank our Lord for each new day
And for the life He's given you
My friends, I think that much is due
Is that so very much to ask
To thank your lord for all your tasks
Well, maybe I don't know the score
But life, to me, is worth much more
And all I have could never pay
For all that God gave me, today
For all that God has given me
I'll thank my Lord
ETERNALLY
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. Our “Harvest Festival”, if you like. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year.And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”.
It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine.
But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His!
And you might be interested to know that this poem was originally written in a 4 beat meter (as are the majority of my poems, for some reason I’ve never discovered/understood). But, after people bugging me to “do something” with this poem (which is one of the few poems of mine that I’ve shared, openly, with people who I thought might appreciate it) for somewhere around 30+ years, now, I’ve finally broken down and had a poster made up, with this poem. And, to do that, I tried to break it down into a more natural “spoken” rhythm, which is the version you just read. But there are actually several versions of this poem. (I have a propensity for RE-writing my poems. I NEVER consider one of my poems “finished”. They’re ALWAYS open to rewriting, if I think of a way to say something that “I” feel is “better” than my initial phrasing.)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
$3.50 Black Friday Paper
Bought the paper on Thanksgiving
Read it on Black Friday
The story of the homeless out in California, Seattle, and New York City
How 3,500 dollar rent is forcing working people to be homeless in Seattle
How the pay of jobs is not even close to keeping up with the cost of living
Then I read all the stuff that was for sale
Lots of drones
Big ones and little ones
Big teddy bears
One that was 52 inches tall!
Video game systems
Xbox One and Playstation 4
Lots of cheap DVDs
Guns and clothes and copper pans
Christmas sweaters, perfume, and diamond rings
I spent 6 dollars and change at Burger King
Got onion rings, jr. whopper, and a Mello Yello
I got buy real cheap
And I didn't have to fight any crowds!
Read it on Black Friday
The story of the homeless out in California, Seattle, and New York City
How 3,500 dollar rent is forcing working people to be homeless in Seattle
How the pay of jobs is not even close to keeping up with the cost of living
Then I read all the stuff that was for sale
Lots of drones
Big ones and little ones
Big teddy bears
One that was 52 inches tall!
Video game systems
Xbox One and Playstation 4
Lots of cheap DVDs
Guns and clothes and copper pans
Christmas sweaters, perfume, and diamond rings
I spent 6 dollars and change at Burger King
Got onion rings, jr. whopper, and a Mello Yello
I got buy real cheap
And I didn't have to fight any crowds!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
I have never bought anything on Black Friday. I just buy a newspaper to see why over 45 million people go nuts over this stuff.
~ Christmas Holiday Time ~
~ Christmas Holiday time ~
Snowy crystal flakes began to fall
Lightly dusting the ground far below
Santa’s Elves, toy makers danced with glee
His Reindeer began to quiver and wanted to sleigh
The white winter land and gleeful children awaited
impatiently far, far below
Mrs. Santa made him coffee and packed his lunch
The toys were loaded and Blitzen snorted and Dancer
pranced, and Dasher was all set & ready to go ~
Now where was Rudolph the red nose reindeer,
the leader of the pack
Oh! I see him now, he’s playing out there in the snow
The presents are loaded on Santa’s sleigh and it’s now all set and it’s ready to go ~
There’s presents for you & I and everyone we know
Toys for Kids, Mommies & Daddies too
And no Santa didn’t forget the diamond engagement ring that your boyfriend promised for you ~
Santa Claus is wishing everyone a Merry Christmas
As he riding by ~
Santa’s Poet Helper
~ JimEee ~
Snowy crystal flakes began to fall
Lightly dusting the ground far below
Santa’s Elves, toy makers danced with glee
His Reindeer began to quiver and wanted to sleigh
The white winter land and gleeful children awaited
impatiently far, far below
Mrs. Santa made him coffee and packed his lunch
The toys were loaded and Blitzen snorted and Dancer
pranced, and Dasher was all set & ready to go ~
Now where was Rudolph the red nose reindeer,
the leader of the pack
Oh! I see him now, he’s playing out there in the snow
The presents are loaded on Santa’s sleigh and it’s now all set and it’s ready to go ~
There’s presents for you & I and everyone we know
Toys for Kids, Mommies & Daddies too
And no Santa didn’t forget the diamond engagement ring that your boyfriend promised for you ~
Santa Claus is wishing everyone a Merry Christmas
As he riding by ~
Santa’s Poet Helper
~ JimEee ~
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
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