Poems Dedicated to
THE GREAT JACKIE CHAN
By Jennifer Purgason
Who can beat up 10 men without a gun
Or send 100 more on the run?
Bounces over a wall with the greatest of ease
Or, like a monkey, climb real tall trees?
Who does great stunts without a wire
Or throws himself into a huge pit of fire?
Gets up and does it again and again
The greatest stunt he will always win.
Doesn't give up even if he breaks a bone
Never quits even if he is accident prone
No one can stop him, lots have tried
Most have gotten hurt, the rest have died
Hearing he's around and people scatter
He's faster than them so it doesn't matter
Whatever is around him he will use
Table or hammer, it will all bruise
He'll catch them and show them how it is done
Beating up people with a ladder looks fun
So who is this man that bad guys fear
That ladies love and want to hold near
The great wonderful Jackie Chan
That's your man
Show respect and don't forget his name
There will never be anyone who is quite the same.
Submited by Kathryn Matthews kapoo@Bellsouth.net
Just a regular person
Always sharing life . . .
Chasing off the bad guys
Kicking out all strife
International movie star . . .
Encouraging the weak
searches for as many ways,
to let his message speak.
Crossing cultural boundries
Hope of life his game . . .
Always on the side of right
Never counting fame.
Jackie Chan's our hero . .
just the greatest star,
would that we could somehow be
. . .
like him, the best by far!
Peggy Jeanine Woody, aka
He rose in the East,
In the year of the horse;
Destined for great things,
Realizing strength, and resource;
He is a compassionate King,
Of all he surveys;
A bright smile to share,
With every new day,
Energy and power,
Of the body and the mind;
Preparing to take his place
From the time he was a child;
Now, he has arrived,
The throne is his to claim,
By gentle determination,
And talent learned, as trained;
He has said he is "the lucky one,"
But the story would seem to be,
That all was predetermined by the Highest
That this child should endure and be blessed for
all to see.
Yvonne M. Wood email@example.com
His star shines bright for all to see,
He's brilliant, and awesome too,
He works so hard to make us smile,
A trooper through, and through;
The odds that he has overcome,
Are greater than many will see,
But look at him now,
One would never know,
The strength it took to break free;
From the bonds of poverty,
And near fatal abuse,
He managed to survive,
And not only this,
He broke the chain of abuse,
He is kind, and loving besides,
What a fantastic model he is to us,
He never let poor circumstances override,
His commitment to be the best,
And thus far he has passed every test.
Yvonne M. Wood firstname.lastname@example.org 1-25-01
Jackie Chan he's our man, hero of the land
The following text is his life, for you to read
His poor old mum oh what pain, 12 long months to
As he finally showed upon our world, 3 months out
He learned to crawl he learned to walk, from then
on came much trouble
Academics he just would not learn, it left him in
When he was young he did not wish, to lead a life
A bag of cakes would make his day, of which to
stuff his face
His father was the best of cooks, who always
aimed to please
Which then did lead to a job, that took him
Before his dad was on his way he thought, I know
what'll sort you
So off Jackie was sent, unto a place of acrobatic
Whilst he was there he did quite fair, with
promise he did show
With talents made and friends he gained, it came
his time to go
But before he left from another school, his first
love he had found
Her father well he disapproved said, clear off
you poor scruffy hound
From there on off he went, to the movies he did
A man of stunts he became, my god did he make a
Easy these time surly were not, still a name for
himself he made
But his father's 3rd rule he did break, gambling
for which he paid
What came next within his career, an actor he
They wanted some one just like Bruce, Jackies
just not the same
Alas the chance for freedom he was given, to
create as director and performer
Once he could be but himself, everyone adored him
by Paul Barnett Paul@pbarnett16.fsnet.co.uk