Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 396

For today’s prompt, write a historical persona poem. This means to write a poem in the voice of someone from history. Could be ancient history or somewhat recent history, but it shouldn’t be the future (though I suppose you could write one of those for extra credit). Not a requirement, but consider using the person’s name as your title.

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Here’s my attempt at a Historical Persona Poem:

“Buddy Holly”

“That’ll be the day,” I’d often say,
though I thought it was a small lie,
sort of like all my true love ways;
I’d often say, “That’ll be the day,”
but I admit it was a play,
and that I didn’t expect to die:
“That’ll be the day,” I’d often say,
though I thought it was just a lie.

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  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Ride Adelita, Ride!
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Folk songs have been written about me,
    a woman of color who dares fight for God & Country,
    a Zapatista in a Villanista kind of way!

    Scarred pistola hidden in my waist band,
    a stolen rifle strapped to my back,
    my rebel spirit slips ‘tween horse and rails.

    I raided corpses, and nursed the wounded,
    I’ve spied from beyond the steam of trains,
    smuggled ammo ‘neath my skirts across enemy lines.

    I’ve scored fresh horses and new recruits
    fed an entire army on a shoestring bean
    spoon fed weak stomachs and hungry souls.

    Smoked cigars amongst the living,
    swapped cartridge belts amongst the dead,
    swung from gallows beside heroes chingada

    but the one thing I’ve never ever done
    was surrendered! Long be we remembered!
    Ride Adelita, Ride!

    © 2017 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. KKING374

    “Stonewall Jackson”

    War is the great, unadulterated unifier of mankind,
    For it is he who tears down the wall that separates,
    And lets us kill each other in rampant rage to find,
    That it is we that subservient Death so harshly berates,

    And when the smoke clears, and the wall is no more,
    We find our dead brothers, scattered ‘cross the floor,
    The mess of war’s attempt to put us back together,
    As he thinks we need an insightful storm to weather.

    Over and over we build this wall and wreck it again,
    With the word on our lips that it is our only choice,
    Yet, we destroy ourselves when we feel like we don’t have a voice,
    And that’s why the wall comes tumbling down for our “gain”.

    Yet, at the end, maybe the wall was supremely better,
    And was what kept us from the sword and on the pen,
    But either how, here I am, the Stonewall on my last letter,
    So wastefully killed ‘neath the smoke by my own men.

  3. mayboy

    A SCULL

    What’s left behind, an old cranium
    among the dust, bones, and clay,
    a reminder of restored soul on
    the eternal flight of the bubble
    lifted by the wind of desert to fight
    The Power of the Life. Unnamed-
    But not forgotten relics of the past.

  4. Walter J Wojtanik

    ADAM WEST

    The news hits like a punch to the jaw.
    Pow! Wham! Zowie!
    An icon of my youth gone.
    Adam West was the Batman I knew,
    I grew up with his depiction.
    This benediction keep him ensconced
    in my heart and mind all this time.
    Godspeed and rest, Adam West!
    Pow! Wham! R.I.P.!

  5. Walter J Wojtanik

    HORACE GREELEY

    “Go West young man, Go West!”
    Or so they say I said.
    First intoned by John Babsone Lane Soule
    in 1851. It’s funny that my quote
    mirrored John’s in a sense,
    but lets dispense with the mystery.
    History will show that I had
    paraphrased what Soule had said.
    I reiterated in this way in 1865:
    “Go West, young man,
    and grow up with the country.”
    I’m giving Soule credit for that verse
    because hee said it first!

  6. grcran

    Garcia Gracias

    Oh let em rip. Fine riffs of folky jazzy funk
    Big Sur redwoods. Hell’s mellow Angels motorcycle spunk.
    I’m guitar trucking tunes. Ken Kesey, Kerouac here too.
    I’m Jerry. No cherry please. Breeze on the road smokes through.
    Play drop Dead Grateful layers, strumming strings, glad voices, drums.
    Touch grey sage purple. Unfriend my dark devil. Your time comes.

    gpr crane

  7. taylor graham

    CHARLES CALEB PIERCE

    What are names? Folks called me Reverend,
    or Friend. And now I hear they’ve
    presumed to name a stained-glass window
    after me, thinking that’s a compliment.
    Was I destined to be a stain on God’s light
    streaming down to touch us mortals at worship?
    Ministering inside a church was just part
    of it. I’d walk miles through forest and scrub,
    Kelsey to Georgetown, then 11 miles
    to Cool to visit folks who couldn’t travel
    to a gathering place of worship –
    as if the way-out-woods and fields weren’t
    God’s sanctuary. I’d speak with crippled Samuel,
    kicked by a maverick cow, my old law
    professor might have called him paralyzed.
    Who shows compassion to the poor and halt
    works the passion of Jesus Christ.
    And then I’d walk another 11 miles to Coloma,
    listening to birds sing psalms along the way.
    Someone asked me if God regards the doe
    as His own. I answered, that might be a question
    for the lawyer I once was. The doe is graced
    by lily-ears tuned to God’s world
    which is His word, as much as that Sunday
    church. God knows each of his children
    by heart and spirit, wind through the pines
    of this land which is His temple.

  8. deringer1

    US SENATOR CHAVEZ OF NEW MEXICO

    Though small in stature I came to influence
    my country. From House to Senate I moved upward
    and lived within the ranks of powerful men.

    From humble beginnings I rose to the top.
    But never forgot those folks who put me there.
    At home I could be found with my compadres

    just sitting on a curb and drinking beer,
    or listening to someone needing help.
    Maintaining that connection was my strength.

    So long has passed; the young do not remember.
    But I am sitting yet, in bronze, and chatting
    with anyone who passes in the Plaza.

  9. Tracy Davidson

    Henry VIII

    why aren’t girls grateful
    for the size of my codpiece
    and manly physique…
    they back away just because
    I sometimes chop their heads off

  10. Nancy Posey

    Yesterday I took part in a pilgrimage from Lipscomb University to Fisk University Chapel for a service remembering three men lynched in Davidson County then on to St. Anselm’s for the placement of a plaque. Then we heard from a representative of Bryan Stephenson’s EJI about plans for a memorial in Montgomery at the former site of slave auctions. I couldn’t help but think of those who names were never recorded:

    Where the Ground Falls Away

    Slowly the marker are being raised
    honoring a different kind of battle
    one-sided
    waged with no pretense
    of fairness

    Even now, the simple act
    of remembering
    is counted
    as victory

    Today three names were remembered
    in Nashville

    Henry Grizzard
    Ephraim Grizzard
    Samuel Smith

    and down in Montgomery
    on Commerce Street
    where men and women
    were bought and sold
    a new memorial
    is underway, the markers
    shadows of lynching
    in a place where the ground
    falls away

    and jars collect the soil
    soaked in blood
    soaked in tears
    to mark the names

    But who will remember my name
    the name of all the others
    left hanging from the trees
    for the crime of failing
    to say
    Yes, sir
    Yes ma’am

  11. PressOn

    NOVEMBER 19, 1863

    Everett spoke for two hours;
    I, for two minutes.
    They were silent afterward.
    Did they hear?

    Do they know why the armies met;
    why blood was shed;
    why men died?
    Was I clear?

    Did I leave hope in their hearts?
    Did I leave strength?
    Did I show my dream to them,
    or do they still fear?

    In two minutes
    I spoke little;
    I said much.

    Did they hear?

  12. Jrentler

    Cruz Baker

    a 20 for 10
    & every 5 after
    will cost 20
    more

    but

    how much
    to be
    the ink of your tats

    the roar
    of the lion
    perched upon
    your pecs

    the rose petals
    strewn forever
    on the waves
    of your skin

    your libra’s blind
    & i’d smash her scales

    bend back the 1’s
    to 6 years back

    when this
    was just gonna be
    a few month’s thing

  13. SarahLeaSales

    Ten Dollars and a Tambourine: The Ballad of Sister Aimee

    “True Christianity is not only to be good but to do good.” –Aimee Semple McPherson

    I am an imperfect messenger,
    relaying the perfect message.

    I am the voice on the radio—
    feminine flesh spreading the Word.

    I am a widow, a mother,
    a minister who feeds the hungry mouths,
    who feeds the hungry soul.

    I see the divinity in humankind—
    the opposite of Darwin’s evolution—
    where men and women are made in the image
    of their Creator,
    not the created.

    I lost a husband in Hong Kong,
    but gained a daughter.
    My second husband gave me my second child—
    my only begotten son.

    I followed God,
    but my husband did not follow me.

    From tent to temple,
    I preached that everybody is somebody to Jesus,
    for everyone should matter to someone.

  14. mapoet

    Abraham Lincoln

    They are being forgotten.
    I thought it would happen sooner.
    Seven score and 14 years is a good run.
    Still I am saddened that my words
    at Gettysburg are losing their impact.
    Is “government of the people, by
    the people, and for the people
    now in jeopardy?
    Could it be that our
    efforts were in vain?

    By Michelle Pond

  15. Anthony94

    Bring on the Poets

    In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned
    about life: it goes on. – Robert Frost

    So who defines history and who’s historical and
    who gets written up in the thickest book or how
    many books will bookend each other at B & N?

    Let’s depart from admirals and generals for a
    moment, saints and explorers and talk about
    those that give us words by which to remember them:

    sounds that linger on our tongue, etch themselves
    in blood upon our hearts, stain our lips forever.
    The first book of poetry I ever owned,

    ever bought for myself was thick, with deckled edges:
    The Complete Poems of Robert Frost, 1949, green
    dust cover, with the farmer plowing the field.

    Having learned in elementary school the poem
    I quoted most, the one that got me through the
    corporate maze, single parenting, multiple bouts

    of night school: two roads, divergence, decisions.
    Not a fan of dates and places, it’s enough to know
    that although Frost was born in California, 1874,

    his work found home in England long before America
    kept its promises to his keen eye, honest voice, precise
    speech patterns in honor of his New England neighbors.

    When students open a history book I want them to find
    biographies of men and women who give voice to our dreams
    who record our sins and beg forgiveness, who are noted for

    shaping our world, one word, one sentence at a time. Don’t
    call it literature or limit it to a class of English. Sing the poetry
    in a union speech by Chavez, find Angelou’s caged bird and

    let it sing, give us new ropes by which to lift ourselves from
    the often too sordid history of a world at war and take our
    hymns in languages across the globe and rewrite history.

  16. MET

    To Tennyson

    Long-winded,
    Poet of yesteryear…
    Not in tune with today’s life…
    We move much too fast,
    But we often miss
    That you saw beyond the age in which you lived.
    You saw navies in the air
    Dropping fiery cargo…
    I have often wondered
    What you did see
    But
    Kept
    Close
    To
    Your
    Heart?
    I do know
    That when you left
    This life…
    You stepped upon that ship
    To ride with the Pilot
    To a place where
    You understood
    What you had once seen.
    Did
    It
    Make
    Your
    Soul
    Grieve
    To know that we
    Who came after you
    Did not listen
    To your long-winded poems?

    Mary Elizabeth Todd
    June 7, 2017

  17. Nancy J

    For Baby Charlie
    (Harriet Beecher Stowe)

    I wrote it for you, baby Charlie,
    for I had nothing else to give, no comfort
    to offer you, no medicine to ease your pain,
    no promise that you would get better, all
    I could do was pray that you
    would die soon, and after the cholera
    took you, I wrote this story for you of
    the death of Little Eva,
    the martyrdom of Uncle Tom, and
    the sadness of all humanity in such a cruel world.
    I wrote it for you, baby Charlie, it was all
    I had to give.

  18. thunk2much

    Amelia

    I want to say that if I fall
    and I expect someday I shall
    when you see me crash and burn
    take my wings and take your turn

    that paper tiger has no roar
    face your fear and say “No more”
    take up the torch I left for you
    I hope you soar because I flew

  19. De Jackson

    Lady Godiva

    It’s not my birthday,
    but I’m wearing my suit
    and making a point.

    Call me Gift from God,
    call me Tressed Rider,
    call me crazy.

    But
    history shall give
    me more power
    than the steed
    between my legs.

    1. MET

      She was an interesting person in history… she begged her cruel husband to grant a reprieve on taxes for the citizens of their community… He told her that he would only if she ro thru the town naked which he thought she would not do… for she was devout in her faith, but she did… and the towns people averted their eyes so they did not see her..but one man named Tom did as the legend says thus giving us the peeping tom phrase.

  20. taylor graham

    ALBERT FITCH

    You probably won’t even notice it
    from the freeway, and if you did, you’d think
    it’s trash – my love. Old concrete ruins
    now. Such an archway I built as entry to my
    home, and urns on every pillar. Folks wondered
    if I was mad with gardening, trying to grow
    a tree from every country in the world. In this
    dry valley! My windmills pumped water
    to a concrete cistern. The rock garden was my
    shrine. I meant it to be a grand fountain,
    but water was too scarce. Maybe I’d imagine
    watching sunset with the few people
    who might understand me, in this place I loved.
    Oblivious to what folks said about odd
    Albert Fitch. To my mind, concrete enhances
    as it outlasts living green. Look, my ruins
    are still there, in close proximity to the northwest
    quadrant of the new freeway interchange.
    Oh, the madness of progress, that disrupts
    and kills little towns like ours. And where are
    my townsfolk now? Oh, they could talk
    till they were hoarse. My concrete garden
    outlasts them all.

  21. headintheclouds87

    An Ode to Van Gogh

    I’ve always been struck by your sunflowers,
    Their round, yellow hopefulness
    Revealing the precious bright spots
    Within your own inner darkness.

    I still stand in awe of your Starry Night
    With its enchanting, swirly sky
    That defies any orderly direction
    But is so whimsically pleasing to the eye.

    I see the true darkness of man
    In the deceptive light of the Night Café,
    Life’s misfits chasing green fairies
    To wash away the misery of the day.

    I can see your own dark heart too
    That all artists know too well,
    It afflicts painters and writers alike,
    The crippling pain of the creatives.

    But your torment made works
    That stir and inspire even today,
    And even deeply twisted hallucinations
    Became truly beautiful creations.

    I admire you from ages ahead,
    Wishing we could shoot the breeze
    Or that I could soften your sorrow,
    But then, would your immortal name
    Still be attached to such masterpieces?
    This, I cannot hope to know,
    But if your images draw such emotion,
    Then maybe that in itself is enough.

  22. Eileen S

    Joan of Arc

    France was being taken
    over by the English army.
    The British made our lives horrible.
    I was just a poor peasant girl.
    who convinced the King to go to battle.
    I lead my country to victory.
    I was the Maid of Orleans;
    brave and fearless.
    Even though I saved my country,.
    I was captured and imprisoned.
    I went on trial for heresy
    and cross dressing.
    I was sentenced to die
    and burned at the stake.
    The Catholic Church
    admired my actions and
    canonized me.
    I became
    a heroine,
    Saint Joan.

  23. Eileen S

    Margaret Mead

    I studied primitive society in Samoa
    where attitudes towards sexuality
    were different from Western culture.
    Different tribes had different
    customs and mores from their neighbors.
    Those cultures were open about
    sexuality and did not push marriage.
    My research was met with controversy
    when it was first published.
    I was different from women in the
    nineteen thirties for I had
    several divorces and a few affairs.
    But then in the nineteen sixties,
    Attitudes towards sexuality changed.
    Was I ahead of my time?

  24. Connie Peters

    Great-grandfather Matthew

    Lovely Mary said I do
    to the preacher, before God,
    committing her love to me
    for better or worse
    till death do us part.
    I know she means it.

    We’ve been driving
    up the Pennsylvania mountainside
    in my creaky wagon
    pulled by my trusty horse.
    My little cabin’s in sight.

    What will she think
    when she realizes,
    for better or for worse,
    I already have nine children?

  25. mschied

    VVG

    I’m not like you
    who sees the world in
    black and white instead
    of hues and shades
    of amber and blue-grey
    If I could wear les lunettes roses
    would that banish the gloom
    from my day, the perpetually
    dismal cloud shadowing
    the starry sky?
    Or would it some
    how dull the otherworldy
    spectrum of color
    that I, humble painter,
    can only hope to capture
    on my palette?
    Time will tell

  26. Walter J Wojtanik

    DON CORLEONE

    You broke my heart, as brothers sometimes do,
    and look at you, you’re pathetic. A simpering,
    whimpering Don Juan-a-be. Bimbos and markers,
    donkey shows and Johnny Ola have taken their toll.
    I had control of the five families and there is where
    our similarities took a decided turn. If you would only learn,
    “Never take sides with anyone against the family again!”
    You’re nothing to me now. You’re not a brother, not a friend.
    If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything,
    it is that you can kill anyone. Pray for the fishes,
    you’ll be sleeping with them soon!

  27. Walter J Wojtanik

    GUTENBERG’S QUANDARY

    Some said I had a hole in my head,
    well hidden by this floppy hat.
    It was a matter of time before sparks would fly
    and the public would come to doubt my process
    (which held little sway with the monks
    who would shoot their mouths off while
    slaving over their hot feathery quills). Still,
    my press would revolutionize the way
    information was spread, relegating
    hand scribing to a lost art. Surely, printing
    had its flaws early on! The pages stayed wet for days
    and smudged by the inky residue on my gnarled
    hands. Experiments with scarlet pigments gave
    these pages a splash of color. And soon, this Gutenberg
    “press” would be close to working like a well-oiled machine.
    My dilemma and quandary was this: should I call
    this contraption a true printing press
    or was it just a real screw job?

  28. tripoet

    Questions I Might Ask

    Richard Nixon-
    I have time. Describe
    your world of paranoia.
    I see a suffering man.

    Marie Antoinette –
    Don’t you hate fake news?
    I bet you didn’t even like cake.

    John Fitzgerald Kennedy
    As the first and only Catholic president
    your opinion please, did it even bother you
    to hurt your wife? Or put another way
    isn’t cheating a sin?

    Theresa May
    “Do you wish now you had waited
    to call a general election?”

    I guess we’ll know tomorrow.

  29. De Jackson

    Continued Triolet Play with Walt…

    Remembering Leia

    For that matter, the galaxy wasn’t all that far
    (you know you wore bagels on your ears to look like me!)
    And I’ve only gone as far as that distant star;
    for that matter, the galaxy isn’t all that far.
    May the force be with you, wherever you are
    and may your future be as bright as a saber can see.
    For that matter, the galaxy wasn’t all that far
    (you know you wore bagels on your ears to look like me!)

    1. Walter J Wojtanik

      MR. SPOCK

      You know, I wore bagels on my ears to look like you,
      it’s a shame my points kept making them fall off.
      And my “Live Long and Prosper” kinda fell through.
      You know, I wore bagels on my ears to look like you.
      We both have fallen from our starred skies, it’s true
      and Kirk and Skywalker would certainly scoff,
      but you know, I wore bagels on my ears to look like you.
      It’s a shame my points kept making them fall off.

      1. De Jackson

        Buddy the Elf

        It’s a shame my points kept making them fall off,
        cuz I cut those snowflakes as well as I could.
        The other elves might tease and scoff,
        and it’s a shame the points kept making them fall off,
        but I’ll drink in the day in one joyful quaff –
        smiling’s my favorite – but laughter’s just as good.
        It’s a shame my points kept making them fall off,
        cuz I cut those snowflakes as well as I could.

        1. Walter J Wojtanik

          CLAUS

          I cut through those snowflakes as well as I could.
          Stealthily I fly when I’m pursuing the “cause”.
          All in one night (as you know I should!)
          I cut through those snowflakes as well as I could.
          If I could undo your naughty, you know that I would,
          for you know I am (a forgiving) Santa Claus.
          So, I cut through those snowflakes as well as I could.
          Swiftly I fly when I’m in pursuit of the “cause”.

          *** You set me up, didn’t you? 😉

          1. De Jackson

            ***Of course I did, Santa. 😉

            Paul Revere

            Swiftly I fly when I’m in pursuit of the cause,
            (The British are coming! The British are coming!)
            My midnight ride brought no applause,
            but how swiftly I fly when I’m in pursuit of the cause.
            We hold our breath, and take a pause,
            then ready for battle – and overcoming.
            Swiftly I fly when I’m in pursuit of the cause –
            The British are coming! The British are coming!

          2. Walter J Wojtanik

            ED SULLIVAN

            The British are coming! The British are coming!
            All my viewers were on pins and needles.
            They screamed as the boys were strumming,
            The British are coming! The British are coming!
            Without the words, Topo Gigio could be heard humming
            along with these “new” Liverpudlianl Beatles!
            The British are coming! The British are coming!
            All my viewers were on pins and needles.

          3. De Jackson

            Oprah

            All my viewers are on pins and needles –
            oh, what will I endorse next?
            Star products for the common peoples?
            All my viewers are on pins and needles.
            The new SmartCar VW Beetle!
            One for everybody! My audience is blessed!
            All my viewers are on pins and needles –
            oh, what product will I endorse next?

          4. Walter J Wojtanik

            JAMES EARL JONES

            Oh, what product will I endorse next?
            I am the shill heard ’round the civilized world!
            My basso is profundo, it has its effects,
            oh, what product will I endorse next?
            From telephones to roastbeef; in ad and text,
            Darth Vader with endorsements swirled,
            Oh, what product will I endorse next?
            I am the shill heard ’round the civilized world!

          5. De Jackson

            Morgan Freeman

            I am the shill heard ’round the civilized world!
            With my voice, you can sell anything.
            No documentary is better unfurled –
            I am the shill heard ’round the civilized world!
            Within my smooth low tones is curled
            an automatic ability to make phones ring.
            I am the shill heard ’round the civilized world!
            With my voice, you can sell anything.

          6. Walter J Wojtanik

            GEORGE BURNS

            With my voice, you can sell anything.
            Why, why, why wouldn’t you buy a car from God?
            Buy this car or I’ll let Gracie sing!
            With my voice, you can sell anything.
            Wait, what? Morgan Freeman is saying the same thing?
            It seems to me a bit odd!
            With my voice, you can sell anything.
            Why, why, why wouldn’t you buy a car from God?

            **Say Goodnight, Gracie!
            Goodnight Gracie!

          7. De Jackson

            Jim Carey

            Why, why, why wouldn’t you buy a car from God?
            Has history not taught you anything?
            He’s the most honest (Evan) Almighty on this earthly sod;
            why, why, why wouldn’t you buy a car from God?
            It’s a deal straight from heaven, where angels have trod
            and an eternal warranty that’ll make you sing.
            Why, why, why wouldn’t you buy a car from God?
            Has history not taught you anything?

          8. Walter J Wojtanik

            GEORGE SANTAYANA

            Has history not taught you anything?
            If we do not remember the past we are destined to repeat it.
            Learn the lessons that experience will bring,
            has history not taught you anything?
            We must welcome the future, remembering
            only the dead will see the end of war, defeated.
            Has history not taught you anything?
            If we do not remember the past we are destined to repeat it.

          9. De Jackson

            The Three Stooges

            If we don’t remember the past, we’re destined to repeat it.
            (If you step on a banana peel, hey, you’re goin’ down.)
            A poke in the eye, a cuff on the chin? Can’t beat it.
            If we don’t remember the past, we’re destined to repeat it.
            There’s comedy in tragedy, just when we need it.
            And we three were the funniest goofs around!
            If we don’t remember the past, we’re destined to repeat it.
            If you step on a banana peel, hey, you’re goin’ down.

          10. Walter J Wojtanik

            KING KONG

            If you step on a banana peel,
            hey, you’re goin’ down.
            Its like falling off of a sky scraper made of steel
            If you step on a banana peel.
            Swatting at bi-planes can get real,
            real right down to the bone!
            If you step on a banana peel,
            hey, you’re goin’ down.

          11. De Jackson

            Amelia Earhart

            Hey, you’re goin’ down.
            That’s what they said, but I didn’t believe ’em.
            I spread my wings all over town,
            but they said hey, you’re goin’ down.
            But where am I now?
            Your guess is as good as mine, Friend.
            Hey, you’re goin’ down.
            That’s what they said, but I didn’t believe them.

          12. Walter J Wojtanik

            VIRGINIA O’HANLON

            That’s what they said, but I didn’t believe them.
            How could my friends say there is no Santa Claus?
            Someone must have really deceived them,
            that’s what they said, but I didn’t believe them.
            I wrote the newspaper and I was relieved then
            Mr. Church explained it with nary a pause.
            That’s what they said, but I didn’t believe them.
            How could my friends say there is no Santa Claus?

          13. De Jackson

            Mrs. Claus

            How could my friends believe there is no Santa Claus?
            (I’ve seen him myself; he sleeps in my bed.)
            We’re not asking for accolade or applause,
            but how could my friends believe there is no Santa Claus?
            All this crazy doubting, what’s the cause?
            The man’s been here since the night we wed!
            How could my friends believe there is no Santa Claus?
            (I’ve seen him myself; he sleeps in my bed.)

          14. Walter J Wojtanik

            GOOD LITTLE LASS

            I’ve seen her myself; she slept in my bed.
            Her nose was cold, her eyes were brown,
            pale white with bursts of red,
            I’ve seen her myself; she slept in my bed.
            upon my chest she rested her head.
            That was my Lassie, best dog around,
            I’ve seen her myself; she slept in my bed.
            Her nose was cold, her eyes were brown,

          15. De Jackson

            Mr. Ed

            My nose was cold, my eyes were brown,
            I made folks laugh once a week.
            Of course, of course, the best around!
            My nose was cold, my eyes were brown.
            Can you really talk? You’ll ask with a frown –
            but just ask Wilbur, and you’re in for a treat.
            My nose was cold, my eyes were brown,
            I made folks laugh once a week.

          16. Walter J Wojtanik

            MILTON BERLE

            I made folks laugh once a week,
            of that fact I was guilty.
            In my dress I looked quite sleek,
            I made folks laugh once a week.
            A hog for the limelight, never meek,
            They called me “Uncle Millie”
            I made folks laugh once a week,
            Of that fact I was guilty!

          17. De Jackson

            Rod Serling

            Of this fact I was guilty:
            weirding people out one episode at a time.
            There’s no denying it, really –
            of this fact I was guilty.
            Just the theme song’ll give you the willies,
            but the one with the library? Simply sublime.
            Of this fact I was guilty:
            weirding people out one episode at at time.

  30. timphilippart

    Nixon

    If I could have tweeted,
    no one could kick me around,
    without getting kicked back.
    If I could have tweeted,
    lots of people would shout,
    “Let the girls keep the dog.
    You’re the best dad.”
    If I could have tweeted,
    all would know
    I invented checkers.
    and that progress with Gyna
    was because of me.
    If I could have twitterfefed
    many people, most people,
    all but a few illegals and
    the mayor of London,
    would join me in saying,
    “I am not a crook.”

  31. PowerUnit

    Had a chat with Abe
    just last week;
    informed him of all the trouble
    his taxes had caused
    which still grip the country,
    and millions weep

    The past is clearer than the future
    he said, solemnly.
    Hindsight is 20/20, I said,
    But the reference was lost.
    We can only do what we can
    with the little we know..

    I took him to Macdonald’s
    and bought him a Big Mac.
    He could only stare at the store,
    the computerized, prescribed processing
    set him back, he said
    “So this is the new black.”

  32. Walter J Wojtanik

    JOHN LENNON

    I ruled the world, you see,
    and then the world ruled me,
    a singing jester, a bloody fool,
    one of those lads from Liverpool.

    We came to America, land of the free,
    but as our music grew, it stifled me.
    My choice of partners made a stir,
    and the world had come to ravage her.

    But we made a home and found our place,
    without all that screaming in our face,
    to settle into a life of seclusion,
    and perpetrated this fantastic illusion.

    So a glad house husband I became
    while Yoko worked to make her name,
    and I, a Beatle, husband, dad,
    was happy in the life I had.

    But music, still my love and passion,
    had lured me in a rhythmic fashion,
    to feed this “Double Fantasy”
    and brought the world right back to me.

    But, a yellow-bellied blastard made his name
    by stealing someone else’s fame.
    Mark my words David, he was a mean Chap, man,
    couching there with his steady hand.

    The sick lad was holdin’ to Caufield, livin’ a lie
    thought he was livin’ “Catcher in the Rye”.
    I sang that, “Happiness Is a Warm Gun”
    “Mr. Lennon?” bang-bang, shoot, shoot. I was bloody done.

  33. Walter J Wojtanik

    MACCA

    …And in the end, the love you take
    is equal to the love you make! Lennon/McCartney

    I’ll begin at the end.
    The end of the road lead to a new horizon,
    ever forward, ever reaching.
    Teaching that there’s more to love;
    there’s more to life. Conclusions are not
    final answers. They are alternate endings,
    they are twists in the road. I choose
    to never settle and prove your mettle
    in the end. Love is the key. No lock
    remains closed where there’s love!
    Maybe I’m amazed it took me so long
    to come to that conclusion!

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