Uncle Fred and The Sand Dance
Your Uncle Fred
on Christmas Eve
at Gran's house
when you were a kid
did the sand dance
wearing an old fashion
man's striped nightgown
and a red fez
(he got that in Egypt
during WW2
Gran said)
and brown
open toed sandals
and Uncle Ed
turned the handle
of the windup gramophone
where an old
78rpm record
was playing
and there were
glasses of sherry
being consumed
and cigarettes being smoked
and you sat watching
clapping your hands
and Gran would get up
afterwards
and do her Can-Can
like she used to
as she young woman
on the stage
and Granddad sat there
quiet saying nothing
looking at
the people gathered
sipping his sherry
watching his wife
lifting her legs
her white fuzzy hair
going to and fro
as she moved
and you wanted
to have some sherry
but your mother said
no you have lemonade
little boys
don't have sherry
so you sat
with your lemonade
watching Uncle Fred
and his dance
and the music coming
from the old gramophone
and the smell of sherry
and beer and cigarette smoke
and Uncle telling the adults
one of his old army jokes.
poem by Terry Collett
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Your mammas yappin in the back seat
Tell her to push over and move them big feet
Every monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency
Well this morning I aint fighting tell her I give up
Tell her she wins if shell just shut up
But its the last time that shes gonna be ridin with me
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She keeps talkin shell be walkin that last block
She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight
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And I got you, and baby youve got me.
Hey, hey, hey whataya say sherry darlin
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And theyre so fine but so far out of reach
Cause Im stuck in traffic down here on 53rd street
Now sherry my love for you is real
But I didnt count on this package deal
And baby this car just aint big enough for her and me
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She keeps talkin shell be walkin that last block
She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight
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And I got you, and baby youve got me.
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Uncle Sam
Here they come again hop scotching up to my door
One by one again knockety knock knocking upon my floor
Swinging on my gate they gain entry by the yard
Pulling at my hair they scream paint your thoughts upon my card
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And she's thought about leaving once or twice
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Says it makes her whole
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Uncle Toad Said
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Waitin them boys they bin stayin out late
Uncle toad thinks theyre way out of line
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Wile Watching the Black and White TV
Your old man
came into the lounge
where you were watching
black and white TV
and your mother was standing
talking to an uncle
it's the baker
your old man said
he wants his £50
what £50?
your mother asked
the £50 I owe him
well pay him
your mother said
I can't
I don't have it
you watched
the cowboy film
with half interest
you took a glance
at the debtor
well tell him
you'll pay him
next week
your mother said
I told him that
last week
your old man said
what did you want
to borrow £50
from the baker for?
your mother asked
her cheeks getting flushed
to buy my new suit
what new suit?
the one I'm having made
you noticed
your old man's
moustache flicker
and he stroked it
as he did
when cornered
your mother
breathed heavy
and you looked
at the uncle
ok
the uncle said
here's the £50
go pay him
what you owe
to get him off your back
but you better pay me back
or I'll bust your head
sure I will
your old man said
going out of the room
clutching the money
in his palm
your mother sighed
and the uncle
put away his wallet
into an inside pocket
and you saw that one
of the cowboys
on the black and white
TV screen
had been shot
and died
the other looked angry
and ugly
and mean.
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Granddad's Candy
Granddad offered candy
from a white paper bag
and you slowly took one
and put in your mouth
and the strong peppermint flavour
exploded on your tongue
as Granddad closed his eyes
and sank back
into his chair by the fire
and he said
if you go outside
to the john
be careful of the mutt
who sleeps there
and the spiders
which hang around
waiting for little boys
and look out
for the fairies
at the bottom of the garden
hidden amongst weeds
and you nodded
as you always did
and tried to swallow the candy
as fast as you could
and Granddad said
look over by the side
and pass me
the cigarettes and lighter
and don’t let
your grandmother see
or she’ll moan about me
and my breathing
and my heart
and you looked over the side
and picked up
his cigarettes and lighter
and brought them to him
and Gran said
from the kitchen
he’s not smoking
those cigarettes again is he?
And you said
looking at Granddad
hiding them behind his back
no Gran he’s just sucking
on a candy and he’s given me
one to suck and one to keep
and Granddad had his eyes
closed still
pretending to be asleep.
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A Dance Made For 2
A Dance Made For 2:
I walk over to this lady,
I've had my eyes on her for awhile now,
And asked her...
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So, would you be my partner?
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For it is you who I only want tonight,
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And only you,
And now,
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With you,
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So will you?
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I tock it greatly,
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What if it were true?
Hector, Ajax and Hercules
and other heroes such as these.
All suffered from the same disease.
They thought they were invincible.
Now every one of them is dead.
I know this from the books I’ve read.
Unlike my ancient Uncle Fred.
Who thought it might be possible.
To find a way to stay alive
a certain method to survive
Towards this end then he would strive
Although it seemed improbable.
A coward too afraid to die.
Although he was clever guy
well versed in ancient history.
He thought he could be comfortable.
If he could find a vampire who
he thought could be persuaded to
make him into a vampire too
and grant him immortality.
I half believed when I was small
My uncle often came to call
but always late after night fall.
Which made me feel uncomfortable.
But now I take a different view.
I don’t believe his tales were true
Nor do I think my siblings do.
I think it is impossible.
By bright sunlight I am certain
but after dark I think again.
What if my uncle Fred did gain
his wish for immortality.
I hoped that he was telling lies
and so it came as no surprise.
To find one single rule applies.
Vampires do not seek publicity.
Real vampires do not advertise
They consider it’s not wise.
Although my uncle really tries
his stories cannot convince me.
I know my uncle’s very old.
And that he cannot stand the cold.
From stories that my parents told
concerning his longevity.
My father says he will not die
My mother says that’s all my eye.
But still I wonder sometimes why.
He’s lived so long. It seems to me.
Just possible he’s told the truth.
The secret of eternal youth
springs from some ancient vampires tooth.
The bite of immortality.
I know that in reality
vampires are just a fantasy.
That people can live naturally.
Far longer than seems possible.
No body knows the reason why.
Examined scientifically.
It seems that everyone must die.
No one can live eternally.
But Uncle Fred refuses to.
I can’t believe his tales are true.
He sleeps all day as vampires do.
at his age it’s permissible.
I tell myself it makes no sense
for Fred to keep up this pretense.
I have to do in self defence.
I find it much preferable.
To believing Uncle Fred
Is exactly as he said
A member of the living dead.
That would be truly terrible.
18/08/2009
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France
Way down in the south of france all the ladies love to dance
Kick their heels up in the air snap their fingers for romance
While the gentlemen compare blonde or black or auburn hair
Check the motion and the style oh, you know they take their while
Hey, to make the motion more complete, yeah, to make it more a treat
Club djour is where to go come on down and see the show
When the rhythms really right you can burn it down tonight
When the singings really fine sweet as spanish sherry wine
When the club cant contain the beat it just rolls out in the street
Spills on down the avenue bringing dancers to their feet.
When its good as it can be it gets better wait and see
Oh, these folks dont ever sleep till theyre passed out in the street
Way down in the south of france all the ladies love to dance
Clap their hands and walk on air, yeah, the feelings really there
Wont you take a little taste raise it to your charming face?
When the rhythms really right you can burn it down tonight
When the singings really fine sweet as spanish sherry wine
Go on take a chance, the ladies do love to dance.
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My Uncle is a Soldier
My uncle is a soldier
a soldier of the U.S. Navy Seabees
he helps people day in and day out
to reach their right to be free
My uncle is a soldier
in a poor foreign land
he helps people's villages
with no guns but the strength of his hands
My uncle is a soldier
but much more than that to me
My uncle is a soldier
and a hero to our family
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But I miss you Gran
I miss you so much Gran.
You left me.
And I don't no why.
But i miss you Gran.
I thought you'd be here for ever.
But now you've gone away.
And I miss you Gran.
I wish you could come back.
I can no longer see you.
I can't touch your face or hold your hand.
I can no longer give you a hug and a kiss.
I miss you Gran.
I don't understand why you had to go.
You've gone from this world.
And I miss you Gran.
I wish you were here.
A friendly face you alwys had.
Words of wisdom you would give.
But I miss you Gran.
My heart is breaking.
I just hope you no that I loved you.
I miss you Gran I really miss you.
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Upside Down
She wiped the dish and turned it upside down;
But my uncle sat quietly watching her because,
She was his wife.
The plum,
Sorcery and divination;
But Asherah is your love and,
I have to stay off your tracks! !
And i have to watch my steps always.
Upside down,
You are making me forget all the pains of love;
But my uncle will tell you much of his own experiences.
You still worship all the lhost of heaven!
Of the sun, the moon, and the stars;
But i will now like to introduce my aunty to you,
For i have come of age.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kaddish for Uncle Bob
I was 2
and Uncle Bob came to visit California.
His fuzzy beard & crazy hair is what I remember.
A faded photograph, younger days.
We went to the beach and park.
He smiled a lot.
I was 3
and I wanted to listen to *Uncle Bob’s Tape*
I still have that tape.
It’s now on my iPod...
Bob's Blues Motel
I was 15 in the summer of '86.
Charles Lloyd was rolling heavy
Roland Kirk was blowing wild
Zulu had a picture of Rahsaan on the wall
Was that REALLY 3 axes?
Serenade for a couple of Cuckoos
He turned me on to early Jethro Tull
And Pink Floyd
And Trane
And Miles
And Bird
And Cannonball
After all, my son’s name is Julian
The Blues Mobile
I was 18 in the last fast summer of the 80’s
We got blessed again in the river where Granny was baptized
We ate at Gene & Darlene’s
And Fred & Red’s
We drank bad whiskey from the trunk of Pat Randall’s Cadillac
We fished and swam in Shoal Creek
And tripped the river walk
We drove the old highway
Past gravestones centuries old
Farms and trees and cliffs and streams
Blur the glass as laughter and music
Among other things
Waft from windows rolled down
Through it all
It was the Music
Above all
It was the Music
The Muse
The communication
The groove
Music is good for the soul
Bob knew it and passed it along to everyone he met
He spoke with music
He lived by music
And died with music in his heart
Music is the path that leads us onward
Music is Magic
Music is Light
Music is Life
Keep on Rockin’ Uncle Bob
I bid you Peace
Uncle Bob
8.5.1945 - 7.16.2008
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Uncle Dearest
My Guiding Light
Fatherly
Uncle Dearest
My guiding light
Encouraging words
Keeping watchful eye
From distance
Uncle Dearest
Connected not by blood
From motherland
Protecting
Watching my back
Mindful of past experience
An uncle, advisor and friend
In happiness and sorrow
A bond stronger
Acid tongues can't melt away
Talented poet and author
A man of note
Humble and kind
Have my praise
Conversation
Happy laughter in voice
Providing comfort
Though seen only on screen
Concern for well being
Of distant niece
Keeping big bad wolf at bay
No second chance
For their awful schemes
Uncle Dearest
Has eagle's eye
Hugs to my bright guiding light
Uncle Dearest
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Uncle Arthur
Strikes the bell for 5 oclock, uncle arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up
Climbs across his bike and hes away
Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the high street
Back to mother, its another empty day
Uncle arthur likes his mommy
Uncle arthur still reads comics
Uncle arthur follows batman
Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from mum
On his 32nd birthday, told her that hed found a chum
Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed
Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion
Sally was the real thing, not just lust
Uncle arthur vanished quickly
Uncle arthur and his new bride
Uncle arthur follows sally
Round and round goes arthurs head, hasnt eaten well for days
Little sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze
Uncle arthur packed his bags and fled
Back to mother, alls forgiven, serving in the family shop
He gets his pocket money, hes well fed
Uncle arthur past the gasworks
Uncle arthur past the river
Uncle arthur down the high street
Uncle arthur follows mother
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Uncle’s Car Key
A single key in a little bunch
The key to life it is not
So little a key but have this punch
When uncle’s blood is hot.
Some men I know can lend this key
But some are worse to stand
A friend it is that lets me be
But uncle’s spite must land
This key to Golf I turned upwards
And got rains of hot words
My uncle raved and ranted as hell
In words thoughtful as they tell
This his point was stressed again
As the old year passed with glee
My resolution strong and comes like train
To avoid uncle’s car key
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My Uncle Gay
I can not say in a way,
That would for anyone be understood.
But I have an uncle named Gayhall,
Who stands for me very tall.
A minister he is,
With a wife Pamela and two adorable kids.
Well...
They are no longer 'kids'.
Two beautiful women I 'should' say.
Nicole and Tiffany...
Each with a uniqueness,
Anyone can see.
Although my Uncle Gay,
Has been sick of late.
I hate the fact that he's like that.
But what can I do,
Besides pray from my Uncle Gay?
I 'see' him getting better,
Each day as I 'visualize'.
I want his health to return to him.
Because he is very special,
In my eyes.
I love my aunts and uncles...
As 'if' they were mine!
And...
Hey,
They are 'mine'!
Well...
Let me define what it is I want God to do!
'God,
I know for a fact...
You are with me all the time!
But...
Will You heal my Uncle Gay?
Right 'now'!
And...
Today! '
Dedicated to:
My Uncle Reverand Gayhall Pertillar.
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
'Love you, Uncle Gay...
Pam and 'kids'.'
Nephew Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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