Member Poem

this anonymous weaver spins his written tapestry
to acknowledge your ninetieth year no matter
this author unknown, who deftly wove
(for pete sakes) with english poetry
which non rhyming reasonable threads fire away
(from axons to neurons) at warp speed way out there
attempt to coalesce into semblance of comprehension
from non other than me, a veritable stranger, who
considers you a folk icon that hoop fully destiny will spare
whence one grain of sand took thee to eternal blue skies
astride astral throne like king henry with minstrelsy folks
housed in a place like my father’s mansion poised
far and near intent to discern the adroit banjo finger
picking plucky talent admission for all – free
whose eponymous trademark je nais sais quois
legendary voice rings like a bell in the air!

unsure if this epistle (possibly coming across as
all mixed up) like some mish mashed verse
ye might arrange and rearrange into a song living
in the country of upstate new york state
epitomizing spartan holistic existence somewhere
over the rainbow with a hefty purse exemplifying
nearly ten decades of fame and fortune that odds
on favorite moost did highly rate your fount of endless
lyrical musical natural playing style auditory
tunes ears did immerse themselves from just one
man’s hand whether newlyweds who did marry
a loving mate, or others exhaling their final breath
afore crossing the river of jordan inside the hearse
while the convoy chants the favorite chorus abiyoyo
with that standard amen for the late mortal, whereby
such preferential fanfare for said loss of precious friend
family doth curse!

little or no great expectations (by dickens) feedback
will be forth coming to this average joe
since demise did shutterfly tinder instantaneous hora,
who merely chose to plunk himself down here and simply
let spontaneity take full rein
this spurious  momentous - ha ode (impossible
to comprehend) from a fellow you do not know
and travel down a shady lane (more akin to
a boulevard of broken dreams) in the main
with elusive passion to live in tandem with nature
whereby a garden this dad could hoe reaping from
sweat of thine brow afterward upon festival of flowers
this body will be lain, but the spouse prepared siesta meal,
and hence now end this rambling poem to go to ponder
all my trials and tribulations whilst in need
to buzzfeed this body and brain!

I ENJOY A SATISFIED MUSICALLY INCLINED MIND
AND WISH THE WORLD FILLED WITH MORE OF YOUR KIND!