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Poetry: December 05, 2007 Issue [#2095]

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Letter from the editor


Night In The City
by Ellis Parker Butler

The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town,
And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays
The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist
And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze.

From moisty eaves the drops fall slowly down
To strike with leaden sound the walk below,
And in dark, murky pools upon the street
The water stands, as lacking life to flow.

With hopeless brain, oppressed and sad at heart,
Toil’s careworn slave turns out his flickering light
And treads in dreams his dulling round again,
Where weary day succeeds to dismal night.



Cupid Caught Napping
by Ellis Parker Butler

Cupid on a summer day,
Wearied by unceasing play,
In a rose heart sleeping lay,
While, to guard the tricksy fellow,
Close above the fragrant bed
Back and forth a gruff bee sped,
And, to lull the sleepy head,
Played “Zoom! Zoom!” upon his ‘cello.

Little did the god surmise
That sweet Anna’s cerule eyes
Gazed on him with glad surprise,
Or that he was in such danger;
But the watchman bee, in haste,
Left his post that he might taste
of the honey nature placed
On the lips of that fair stranger.

Thus unwatched, from Cupid’s side
Anna stole the boy god’s pride,
All his love darts, and then hied
Far away from capture’s chances
And today she wields the prize;
For Love’s quiver still supplies
Darts that speed from Anna’s eyes
In her love compelling glances!

On December 5, 1869, Audley Gazzam Butler and Adela Vesey welcomed son Ellis Parker Butler into their family. The family lived in Muscatine, Iowa. By the age of thirteen young Ellis had his first piece published, Shorty and Frank’s Adventure. In 1885 Ellis started high school but drops out in 1887 at the age of seventeen to work at the Muscatine Spice Mills. In 1888 at the age 18, The Muscatine News publishes 43 installments of Butler's "The Mystery of the Unhandsome Cab."

In 1896 Butler got $80 for the story “My Cyclone-proof House. Which was published in Century Magazine. He then moved from Muscatine to New York City to work as an editor for an interior-decorating magazine. After only a year Butler moves on to another editing job, which again he didn’t spend more than a year at. In 1899 He return to Muscatine. That June he married Ida Anna Zipser, who was ten years younger than he was. That following year, Butler and a business partner opened an upholstery dealer that had a monthly decorating magazine.

In August 1902 the Butlers had their first child, Elsie McColm. Two years later the couple had a little boy, Wallace Parker, who died before his first birthday. In September 1905 “Pigs is Pigs” was published in an issue of The American Magazine. That following year it was published as a book. In September 1906 The Incubator Baby is published. Then one month later Perkins of Portland: Perkins the Great was also published. Butlers work was published one right after another for the next year. With his writing taking off Butler sells his share of the upholstery dealer and his family takes an extended trip to Paris. Upon their return the Butler family moves to Queens, New York. Within the next year Butler had four more pieces published, “That Pup”, “The Cheerful Smugglers”, “Mike Flannery, On Duty and Off” and “The Thin Santa Claus”.

On Christmas Eve, 1910, the Butlers twin daughters, Jean and Marjorie, were born. In 1912 Butler helps start the Authors' League of America. Butler becomes Vice President of Flushing National Bank in 1913 and over the next four years he has 35 of his stories published in magazines. The Butler's fifth child, a son, Ellis Olmsted, was born in 1914. In 1917 Dominie Dean is published followed Philo Gubb Correspondence School Detective in 1918 and Goat-Feathers in 1919. The Butler family then takes an extend vacation in California while filming Butler's “The Jack-Knife Man by King Vidor”. In the 1920’s Butler published, "How It Feels to be Fifty," "Swatty, a Story of Real Boys", "Ghosts What Ain't", "The Story of the Young Alligator-Hunters of the Upper Mississippi Valley" plus nine other stories.

In 1930, Butler is made director of Flushing National Bank. Over the next seven years Butler worked on many books.Dorna or The Hilldale Affair, published in 1930, Dollarature or, The Drug Store Book, A Young Stamp Collector's Own Book, in 1933 also that year, Jo Ann Tomboy. In February of 1935 Ellis Butler finished his last term as President of the Authors Club. Later that year his last book Hunting the Wow was published. Butler finished his career at the bank as President. Upon retiring he and his wife moved to Williamsville Massachusetts. Then on September 13, 1937 Ellis Parker Butler dies of cancer, and diabetes. It was reported that over two hundred people were at Butler’s funeral. Butler is buried in the Flushing Cemetery.


The Poor Boy’s Christmas
by Ellis Parker Butler

Observe, my child, this pretty scene,
And note the air of pleasure keen
With which the widow’s orphan boy
Toots his tin horn, his only toy.
What need of costly gifts has he?
The widow has nowhere to flee.
And ample noise his horn emits
To drive the widow into fits.

MORAL:

The philosophic mind can see
The uses of adversity.

The Rich Boy’s Christmas
by Ellis Parker Butler

And now behold this sulking boy,
His costly presents bring no joy;
Harsh tears of anger fill his eye
Tho’ he has all that wealth can buy.
What profits it that he employs
His many gifts to make a noise?
His playroom is so placed that he
Can cause his folks no agony.

MORAL:

Mere worldly wealth does not possess
The power of giving happiness.


Thank you all!
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Editor's Picks


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The winner of "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contestOpen in new Window. [ASR] is:


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It's almost that wonderful time of the year with families gathered round.
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THANKSGIVING MEMORIES

As Thanksgiving day approaches, I remember when
the family all gathered together, it was great back then.
We had a great long table that was covered with food
and we could eat all we wanted; to leave early was rude.
Mom cooked a turkey and made a special stuffing,
mashed potatoes and gravy, and bisquits a-puffing,.
cranberry sauce that was tangy to the tongue,
peas, carrots and corn that kept us all young.

Dad said a prayer before we could fill up our plate;
there were no ifs and buts, we just had to wait.
We really enjoyed the gathering and sharing
and the joy in Mom's eyes at everyone's caring.
Dad carved the turkey and Mom passed the gravy,
Jim had just come home from a stint in the Navy.
Patrick and his wife tried hard to hide their delight
but news of a new baby coming brightened the night.

Johnny thanked Mom and Dad for all they had done
to invite us and make the holiday a very special one.
I was the youngest child in a family of fourteen,
I wasn't too sure what Thanksgiving could mean.
Then I looked all around me at the family I love
and I think I finally got it, it's a gift from above.
How many families are together on this day
who don't know it's meaning or just what to say?

Some families live too far apart, the time isn't right,.
too far to travel, they wouldn't be home 'til daylight..
I know what it's like to have Thanksgiving alone,
not the same as it used to be 'fore I was grown.
Wish I could go back and be with them once more,
see Mom's smiling face as she opens the door.
It's Thanksgiving memories that come now and then,
when apple pie smells come from the oven again.

Countrymom
10/14/07


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1) You must use the words I give in a poem or prose with no limits on length.

2) The words can be in any order and anywhere throughout the poem and can be any form of the word.

3) All entries must be posted in your portfolio and you must post the link in this forum by January 15, 2008.

4) The winner will get 3000 gift points and the poem will be displayed in this section of the newsletter the next time it is my turn to post (January 23, 2008)

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