BELGIAN BEER IS BEST - A POEM FOR RICH
Belgium beer is the best they say
It’s made to please your taste buds OK!
There are so many different types of beer
They all taste different and are not too dear
Compared to American ales
They are in a league apart and have worldwide sales
What gives Belgian beers their unique taste?
They are brewed by local brewers and not in haste.
The monks still brew in their abbeys,
Beer that is blessed with many Hail Maries.
Dark, light and many other colours,
They are a delight to sip and slurp unlike many others.
To name but a few
That will have to do.
There’s Duvel the devil and Leffe the Abbey beer
Don’t spill them or else you may shed a tear.
Next is the beer that ducks like but is not Bass.
It’s called Quack and is served in a bulbous glass.
Palm and Tongerlo are also fine ales.
So fine that they have many sales.
What is my favorite beer?
It’s a secret because you may drink it, I fear.
Rich I think the following beer you would sip!
Duvel and believe me it’s a good tip.
So ends the ale tale I promised you months ago.
I keep my word but sometimes a bit slow.
One day I visited a Printers store
To ask for advice and perhaps more.
Michael asked if he could help me and spoke in Flemish.
I replied “yes” and asked “do you speak English”.
I told him about my book “Poetry in Motion”.
He then informed me he had an idea for the book’s promotion.
Because I was donating all proceeds to others in need,
He’d sponsor me with free copying and it would be his good deed.
His daughter Dominic joined in the conversation,
Her English is very good, in fact a sensation.
We went through the pros and cons of my requirements
He said that I needed some promotion documents.
Over the following weeks we built up a strong relationship
And I soon discovered that he shoots from the hip.
He spent some time designing a bookmark,
It is a Shakes Spear-ian work of art and a bit of lark.
A business card was also designed for me
Without a shaking logo on it where would I be?
I invited the concept pair to the reception for my book release.
Mike said “I’m sorry we cannot because our workload does not cease”.
My book and the bookmark are a big success,
The concept pair had got me out of a mess.
There can be no doubt
I could not have done it without them being about.
A lot more I could say about these lovely people times two.
But I shall be prudent and write words but a few.
I shall end this poem with a smile,
Concept printing has for me run more than a mile.
Should I ever want to do another book?
I know where to go without having to look.
My heartfelt thanks go to Michael and Dominic.
We three certainly did form a click.
Edd/y/ies plus One or Two More
Eddy with a Y is the long haired lover from Herentals
With his love of chat he should be on 105.7 Fmtals.
Eddie with IE is the short haired lover from Grobbendonk
He’s most certainly not a candidate to be a monk.
The two together are a formidable pair
For me they have done more than their fair share.
One has white hair the other dark.
One has a loud voice, the other a quiet bark.
Where and how did I find the this odd couple
At the bar keeping their throats supple.
I asked them nicely if they were of the volunteering type
One said yes and the other said I’ll ask the wife.
Would you like to help run a competition I asked politely?
They replied jokingly, no way Granddad not likely.
The long haired one said he’d make a cunning plan
The other said that’s ok I’ll play golf with Daan.
However, organize this competition they did ever so well
Sponsors by the dozen, they sure know how to sell!
We’ve had a day to remember with lots more to come of course
They deserve a lot more but how about a round of applause?
I almost forgot the other one and two
Wim and Patrick a lot did get done
Without them it would not have been half the fun
Patrick was kept busy selling books and mugs with a poker face.
Wim was smiling all over the place.
To end this poem of appreciation
I’d like to thank you all for your participation
PS.A round of applause if you please
For the nice couple who served the drinks next to the green hole 6
They are Jan and Yolande.
Without them it would have been less fun.
Dr Cady you are our guiding light.
Navigating us through the seas of our plight.
Recently we set sail on our maiden voyage of knowledge,
Worrying about our Parkinson’s and needing a lot of courage.
We passed under our bridge of sighs
That helped us open our eyes.
You managed to put a smile on our Poker faces
And transported us to faraway places.
You tempted us to consider the unthinkable:
That perhaps the Parkinson’s ship is sinkable.
Your comprehensive presentations
Definitely exceeded our own expectations.
Some of your words were foreign to many here
But still you managed to curtail our fear.
You clearly answered all our questions
And didn’t create too many tensions.
Now we are so much more aware!
We will not just sit and stare.
You and your crew show such dedication,
Trying to get rid of our needs for so much medication.
Our names are used to form a diamond star.
To remind you how much we treasure you advice from afar.
You’ll stay in our hearts for years to come.
We sincerely thank you and your helpers for all you have done.
You are doing your best to satisfy our needs.
We hope that others appreciate your good deeds.
Perhaps one day we shall meet and I can say:
Thanks Dr Craig Cady, you’ve got Parkinson’s beat, hey!!!!
George Hanks –
mary j jen
george o steve
lindy a mike r
michael reni vic
mike c phil
diane greg geert
brian l sara
sherry e carl
wendy s tina
kim t richsteve
OH WHAT A NOISY FARCE – QUIET PLEASE!
I WAS INVOLVED IN AMATEUR DRAMATICS FOR 25 YEARS.
IN WESTERLO I SAW THE BEST FARCE EVER, IT HAD ME IN TEARS.
WHERE DID THE COMEDY START AND STOP?
FROM BEGINNING TO END THE CAST DID NOT FLOP.
GOOD TIMING WAS THE ORDER OF THE DAY,
IT WAS PERFECT IN THIS VERY DEMANDING PLAY.
NOT ONE MISTAKE DID I SEE OR HEAR.
I WAS TOO BUSY LAUGHING TO EVEN CARE.
IT WAS A SCENE OF CONTROLLED CHAOS FOR SURE.
A WORK OF ART AND ONE COULD NOT ASK FOR MORE.
TROUSERS AROUND HIS ANKLES AND STILL HE DID NOT SLIP.
SHOES TIED TOGETHER BUT THE MAN MANAGED TO SKIP.
ONE PLAYER CERTAINLY HAD A VERY CHEEKY PART,
HER ASSETS COULD BE SEEN FROM THE VERY START.
ANOTHER ONE HAD A VERY SMALL ROLE INDEED!
MAYBE NEXT TIME HE WILL HAVE THE LEAD.
A SHOW FULL OF INUENDO AND WAS UTTER BEDLUM.
IT WAS SO FUNNY TO US BUT EXHAUSTING FOR THEM.
DOORS OPENING AND CLOSING AT A DEADLY PACE,
IT WAS LIKE MUSICAL CHAIRS OR AN OBSTACLE RACE.
LOTS OF FUN CAN BE HAD WITH A BUCKET OF WATER ON STAGE
BUT ONE THAT IS EMPTY NEEDS A CLEVER HEAD TO IT ENGAGE.
0NE 0F THE ACTORS FAILS TO UNDERSTAND “BREAK A LEG”.
HE WAS SO RECKLESS THAT FOR A FALL HE DID BEG.
IN THE 2ND ACT THE SET WAS BACK TO FRONT AND INSIDE OUT.
ABOUT THE COMING AND GOING THERE COULD BE NO DOUBT.
THE AUDIENCE WAS ALSO ABLE TO HEAR THE LINES TWICE.
LESS THEY FORGOT THEM THE FIST TIME – THAT’S NICE.
A LOT OF HUFFING AND PUFFING WAS HEARD AND SEEN
AND ONE HAS TO ASK: WHAT ON EARTH DID IT ALL MEAN?
THE SET WAS BUILT LIKE A WELSH CASTLE,
MADE TO SURVIVE WHAT LOOKED LIKE A BATTLE.
THE SONG AT THE END WAS A GOOD PIECE OF MIMING.
IT LOOKED LIVE BECAUSE OF THE PERFECT TIMING.
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL INVOLVED IN THIS FARCE.
THE HALL OF FAME BECKONS YOU ALL OF COURSE.
THE DIRECTOR IS A BIG HEFTY FELLOW
BUT REALLY IS A BIG SOFTIE AND MELLOW.
ONE THING MORE ABOUT ALL THE COMMOTION!
IT CERTAINLY WAS “POETRY IN MOTION”.
DOC, ARE YOU SURE IT’S THE RIGHT FOOT?
DR. VERFAILLIE IS AN EXPERT BONE JOINER FOR SURE,
BUT WOULD ONE REALLY WANT TO GO BACK FOR MORE?
SEPTEMBER 29TH TWO THOUSAND AND ELEVEN WAS A QUITE A DAY.
I LAY ON THE OPERATING TABLE THINKING “I’LL HAVE A LOT TO PAY”.
THE ANESTHETIST STUCK A LARGE NEEDLE INTO MY LOWER BACK.
IT MADE ME NUMB AND FELT AS THOUGH I WAS UNDER ATTACK.
BEATLES MUSIC WAS PLAYING AS HE SHUFFLED MY BONES ABOUT.
I JOINED IN, QUIETLY I THOUGHT, BUT IT WAS MORE OF A SHOUT.
NOTHING I COULD DO EXCEPT LIE THERE AND CONTEMPLATE MY FATE.
IT’S NO WONDER I SANG “LOVE ME DO” TO THE NEEDLE LADY, KATE.
A REALLY STRANGE FEELING CAME OVER ME,
I WAS ENJOYING IT, HOW LUCKY CAN ONE BE?
THEY ALL CHATTED AND HAD MUGS OF TEA
AND THEY DID THIS WHILST WORKING ON ME!
I FELT LIKE SAYING TO THEM “HOW ABOUT A COFFEE?
BUT NO SUGAR COS’ I’M AS SWEET AS ONE NEED BE”.
WHEN FINALLY THE CHISELING, SCREWING AND DRILLING WAS OVER,
THE DOC SAID: “YOUR BONES ARE NOW JOINED AGAIN, OLD SOLDIER.”
NEXT STOP WAS BACK IN THE RECOVERY TOMB.
SO SORRY, THAT SHOULD READ “ROOM”.
ABOUT AN HOUR LATER I WAS BACK ON THE WARD,
FEELING AS STIFF AS AN IRONING BOARD!
NATURALLY I THOUGHT I MIGHT GET SOME FOOD QUITE SOON,
BUT HAD TO WAIT AND THEN GOT JUST ENOUGH TO FILL A SPOON.
THE FOLLOWING DAY I WAS RELEASED AT 2PM 0N THE DOT.
THEY TOLD ME THAT AFTER TEN DAYS I’D GET A NEW POT.
BEFORE THIS TRULY HUMORISTIC POEM ENDS,
I’LL TELL YOU WHAT THE MESSAGE IS THAT IT SENDS:
“IF YOU ARE SILLY ENOUGH TO GIVE A DOC A BONE,
MAKE SURE IT’S SOMEBODY ELSE’S, NOT YOUR OWN”.
Aware everyone on earth should be,
Of the disease called Epilepsy.
The one that nobody sees,
Apart from when they want someone to tease.
It’s attracted to persons of any age or creed.
All should know that it’s dreadful indeed.
How would you feel if a smile came to your face?
Then you began to fit at a deadly pace!
I had a dreadful dream one restless night.
It gave me such a terrible fright.
My father was lying on the floor
Having a seizure or dying I’m not sure.
It was a remainder of more than fifty years ago,
When my father had seizures and made me sad, ever so.
Aware of Epilepsy I surely am,
I grew up thinking I too would this disease dam.
But that’s not the way it turned out to be.
Instead I met a certain Mr. Parkinson you see!
So my worst fear never materialized
Instead heart problems and Parkinson’s disease capitalized.
A cure for Epilepsy needs to be quickly found.
Before more people have seizures on the ground.
Some may ask what it has got to do with me.
I have Parkinson’s, not Epilepsy.
Because I looked after my father as no child should.
That’s one good reason why it must be banned for good.
Please take heed and be aware.
Start caring about Epileptics and don’t just stare.
As you read this you might also think about,
Helping and caring, enough to shout:
Epilepsy ruins very many lives:
Sufferers, siblings, fathers, mothers and wives.
No more do I have to say.
Except, you all have a nice day.
Dedicated to the memory of my father – William George Hanks
And to a nice young lady who would like a baby
All people on earth should be aware
That Parkinson’s disease is never fair.
It can happen at any age and to anyone.
For all our sakes the battle against it must be won.
Do you really want to have this terrible Disease
And end up shaking on your knees?
Please spread the word around
A cure must soon be found.
I had a dream one restless night.
An end to Parkinson’s was at last in sight.
One day I’m sure it will come true.
In the meantime help us to help you.
No one knows who Parkinson’s will affect next.
Should it be you, then you’d be more than a little vexed!
You may then join us in a long queue.
For you will need many medicines, not just a few.
This message is not a hoax.
Most Parkinson’s people have their own jokes.
I’ll leave you with some friendly advice:
Enjoy life but think about Parkinson’s once or twice.
The Parkinson’s family is not seeking sympathy
Only your awareness and perhaps a little empathy!
Copyright George Hanks