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by ProfHParkerosn,JD
Feb 19, 2014
Just a Simple Soldier
He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast; And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past:
Of a war that he had fought in And the deeds that he had done; In his exploits with his buddies, They were heroes, every one.
And 'though sometimes, to his neighbors, His tales bec...See MoreJust a Simple Soldier
He was getting old and paunchy And his hair was falling fast; And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past:
Of a war that he had fought in And the deeds that he had done; In his exploits with his buddies, They were heroes, every one.
And 'though sometimes, to his neighbors, His tales became a joke; All his buddies listened closely, For they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer, For ol' Carl has passed away; And the world's a little poorer, For a soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many, Just his children and his wife; For he lived an very ordinary, Quiet and simple sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family, Quietly going on his way; And the world won't note his passing, 'Though a soldier died today.
Just an ordinary soldier, One who offered up his all; Was paid off with just some medals And perhaps a pension small.
It's so easy to forget him, For 'twas so long ago He enlisted in the Army And off to battle he did go.
Yes, he was just a common soldier From the ranks a-growin' thin; But his passing should remind us He was a hero among men.
Since we did not do him honor While he was here at home to praise, Then at least let's give him homage At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple little headline In the paper that might say: OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.
-by the greatest poet of all time Author Unknown
by ProfHParkerson
Feb 17, 2014
Eva Farber's Poems
by Hardy Parkerson
Eva Farber wrote little poems. Now Eva Farber's gone. And 'though Eva's no longer with us, Her little poems live on.
Eva loved her little poems; Wanted to share them with you and me; So she left a simple will Leaving them to the University.
But the University did not want the...See MoreEva Farber's Poems
by Hardy Parkerson
Eva Farber wrote little poems. Now Eva Farber's gone. And 'though Eva's no longer with us, Her little poems live on.
Eva loved her little poems; Wanted to share them with you and me; So she left a simple will Leaving them to the University.
But the University did not want them: These simple and heart-felt lays. They wanted modern poetry, About lesbians and gays.
So into the dumpster went
the POEMS BY MRS. EVA FARBER, As Eva looked down from on high; And 'though Eva was in Heaven, Eva began to cry.
As God was passing by, he said, "Why, Eva, what can be wrong?" Eva wrung her hands and said, "They've thrown away my poems!"
God took Eva by the hand; Said, "Eva, don't you cry! I've got a good man on Campus down there, And tonight I'll send him by.
"For he's a dumpster-diver; And when all on Campus is quiet, He goes dumpster diving, Almost every night."
So God sent the dumpster-diver by To find Eva's little poems; And the diver went and found them, And then he took them home.
So Eva's little poems are still with us, And each evening at close of day We can still read Eva's little poems: These humble and heart-felt lays.
by ProfHardyParkerson, J.D.
Feb 15, 2014
For Those Who Ride the Dog
by Hardy Parkerson
Ain't doin' no good. Wife's on my back. Wants me to work in the yard, And that's a fact.
I just gotta do it! I can't quit! Just gotta do it! I gotta make it! I gotta do better, it's plan to see; Gotta read Boone Pickens' biography.
Don't know how long my kite's gonna ...See MoreFor Those Who Ride the Dog
by Hardy Parkerson
Ain't doin' no good. Wife's on my back. Wants me to work in the yard, And that's a fact.
I just gotta do it! I can't quit! Just gotta do it! I gotta make it! I gotta do better, it's plan to see; Gotta read Boone Pickens' biography.
Don't know how long my kite's gonna fly; I'm sure I'll make it bye and bye. Sometimes I write poems on a whim. And spend my time recitin' them.
I read "All About Music" from BLUE MOON CAFE: Best thing I've read in many a day. "All About Music" gave me the cries; Made big old tears come to my eyes.
I'd never heard of Grayson Capps, Nor any of those other Orleans chaps; But Capps' story makes me cry. He's quite a writer, and that's no lie!
They say that Capps went to Tulane. When I was there, some called it "Jewlane". "Jewlane" and "Jewcomb" there on Broadway, Where all are welcome: Jew, Gentile, Lesbian, Gay.
At night I walked down Natchez Alley With a sexy beauty whose name was Sally. She was a red-head from Fairhope, AL: Just a typical beautiful Newcomb gal.
I rode the dog to get to school. My mother said, "That Hardy's no fool! Though we're not rich, he'll make it yet. Of that I'm sure; I'm willin' to bet."
On the dog from Tulsa with a girl named Alice, We both got off of the dog in Dallas And went Downtown and shook the hand Of Roger Craig, the "Rambler Man",
Who said he saw the man shoot John, And L.H.O. was not the one. He'd told Earl Warren what he'd seen, he said. And 'twasn't long 'fore he was dead.
But what he said I've in my log Entitled "For Those Who Ride the Dog."
by Prof Pierre Cochon
Feb 13, 2014
Me, I'm lookin for me a job teachin dat Anglish somewhure. Lost my last job cause some chick hit on me, and I hit back, and wow! Tings different dan de use to be in Lafayette. Be dat as it may, anybody know bout any openings.
s/Pierre Cochon, formerly Asst, professor of english, ULL, Lafayette
P.S.: And me, I got one dem phD from ...See MoreMe, I'm lookin for me a job teachin dat Anglish somewhure. Lost my last job cause some chick hit on me, and I hit back, and wow! Tings different dan de use to be in Lafayette. Be dat as it may, anybody know bout any openings.
s/Pierre Cochon, formerly Asst, professor of english, ULL, Lafayette
P.S.: And me, I got one dem phD from LS&U, me, yeah. PIERRE
by ProfHParkerson, J.D.
Feb 12, 2014
Her Ensign
by Hardy Parkerson © All rights reserved
The poinsettia he'd brought her looked like it was dead. "It's just needs to be watered," his mother had said. Her son had departed, gone back to his ship. Oh, how she'd enjoyed his brief Christmas trip!
To lift up her spirits she'd bought her some tulips; They sat an...See MoreHer Ensign
by Hardy Parkerson © All rights reserved
The poinsettia he'd brought her looked like it was dead. "It's just needs to be watered," his mother had said. Her son had departed, gone back to his ship. Oh, how she'd enjoyed his brief Christmas trip!
To lift up her spirits she'd bought her some tulips; They sat and they bloomed on her floor; She said that she wanted to plant some petunias And gladiolas when the winter was o'er.
Her son was in Norfolk aboard a destroyer, Preparing for a long voyage at sea; And when he would call her, his call would o'erjoy her, Making her as happy as could be.
She rocked and watched T.V. and let the time pass And prepared her lesson for her next day's class. She worked hard in the days, but her evenings were hers; And that's how she spent those long winter hours.
The Lucky Bag she kept on a shelf in her den, Full of the photos of the Midshipmen. She'd look at the pictures of her son inside, And she beamed with Annapolis pride.
She sat and she rocked and she thought of her son Who soon would be leaving to fire missiles and guns Aboard the USS KIDD, number 993 That soon would be sailing out on the sea.
"You can sail the world over, Groton to Dover, Norfolk to Pearl Harbor," she'd say; "You can look for a better Ensign than my son, But there's none finer in the Navy today."
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