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at the wedding friends of the bride and groom
saw them both outside going boom, boom, boom
straight to the point drunk guest, artie
the always life of the party
yelled, " why dont you two go and get a room"
Does your brain ask why
See if you think about it
Last night I smiled cause I could hear her snore
So what happened between then and well now
Are you in pain
Nope
We’re you stressing last night
That’s me asking me
Well nothing unusually
Maybe we dreamed something sad
Who said that
From the meekest of shadows one of my shallows steps forward
Sorry I gave the voices
Some malformed shapes
Anywhys
Like Sherlock solving Artie Morty and his devilish plans
What sadness did you dream of
Which time your heart was broke
No it wasn’t that type of sad
More like a loss sad of something never more
Telling tales of heart
I call it old sad
something soothing about this sad
Like a chill in feverish Knight
One of Arthur’s less well known nights
A familiar sad
It doesn’t blue the days of rest
A warm sad
Just in its gloom
I think I will leave it at that
Artie Mac was a hero of mine
Singing songs most all of the time
He would never just say Hello
He'd hit you with a greeting from some Broadway show
Man he could sing everything
That voice divine... he was a friend of mine...
Saw him down town sing a cappella
Send In The Clowns in some downtown cellar
The Ayresome Angel from his distant youth
Nailing those notes with a resolute truth
A Holgate man, no fancy Dan
That voice so fine... he was a friend of mine...
One night he's on the stage with J.T.
I looked away but I knew he'd seen me
Get up Lou he shouts, let's do Out Of Time
You and me we do that real fine
Artie and me, rock harmony
Line for line ... he was a friend of mine...
Dying to Live, note after note
I hear this song, lump in my throat
Gone far too young this magical guy
Drink in my hand, tears in my eye
Thanks for them all, duos recalled
Time after time... he was a friend of mine...
Tribute to Artie McDermott who was a great guy, Boro fan and the best singer I ever shared a stage with.
And there has been quite a few.
Communicator
Seen as tenacious, loyal, imaginative, resourceful
Little sister of amiable Artie and beautiful Barbara
Supporter and advocate for animals, theater, art
Ambassador of compassion, love and hope
Opponent of arrogance, cruelty and deceit on all levels
Striving for universal peace, happiness and prosperity
Willing to fight to see justice, truth and kindness prevail
Rambler of the Sunshine State’s tranquil beaches
Tenacious
*Written February 4, 2019
For the Writing Challenge 2, January 2019, Bio Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
The shock of the news left him numb.
He asked, "How did my friend succumb?"
The coroner joked,
"Your friend Artie choked,
He's the victim of his chewing gum."
There once was a lady called Marti
Who set up a swinger’s sex party
She picked up some keys
Said I hope that these
Belong to that stallion Artie!
03~29~17
Coaching Little League was Dad’s greatest joy
My brother Artie always got a hit
Proud Pop would smile and say, “That’s my boy!”
I would cheer too, but then my brow would knit
It seemed unfair that I could not partake
In a sport that consumed much of Dad’s time
“Put me in, coach, a home run I can make!”
But I felt left out of the national pastime
Times had changed when Artie’s daughters were raised
Annette could pitch and Diane played left field
Their success made Artie feeling amazed
For their sports talent had another yield
College scholarships quickly came their way
It wasn’t their school grades that drew acclaim
Honors came for the way they’d learned to play
Girls finally took their place in the game
Soon our whole clan was playing together
At family parties and on holidays
This summer sport’s played through winter weather
In photos you’ll find me smiling at first base
*February 25, 2017
Hello darkness my old friend
I have come to you again..
running over something ..
that being a Bridge over troubled water
and in my footsteps I am thinking ...
This is the sound of silence.. "
Night Sky
In the evening sky are clouds of pinks,blues and gold
All that remains on the way up are good friends of old
Drifting alone it feels like they are all washed away
Secluded old age grey is the remains of the day
Angry seas roaring are reaching for the stars
Path into the darkness alone walking is it far
Beyond the bridge of shadows is light at the end
Evening of life fades to grey will my heart mend
There is mist on the river as the day is fading
Is it children of the night alone there wading
Lost in sadness not what you see but what you feel
Together forever as light and shadows is so real
With a star to guide her somewhere in the night
Gentle on my mind as the beautiful moon light
All squared away as nothing now makes no sense
Now find a new alley don't ever set on the fence
After hours when the lights are way down
In the mood for silence on my face now a frown
And now my memory that no longer has a shape
Winter comes calling and from it I can- not escape.....
Written by Artie Beason 11-17-2014
Forgotten Cottage
The little cottage set on top of the hill
So run down but I loved it still
Once a beauty it was built with old stone
I would like to know who made it a home
Around it mountains as far as you can see
A beautiful place to make a life and be free
Collapsing roof and broken windows fell out
Dreamy blue sky makes me want to shout
Inside ancient old cook stove all rusted and worn
Just sitting there all alone looking forlorn
Out in the meadow wildflowers bloom by the piles
In the tall grass coyotes and deer play for a while
Forgotten in time the old cottage will be mine
Forever to live there with my love and be fine. . .
Written by Artie Beason
12-1-2013
Black Sails
Black sails is like the dark of night
Sailing into the morning daylight
Smooth as velvet the black sails glides
Over the water as it splashes inside
I think back to a memory in my mind
To black sails now I hope to find
Back in time to when I was a child
Watching black sails all the while
Up and down that old river we rode
My dad and I with a heavy load
Now hes gone memories is all that's left
Of black sails on the river alone by myself. . . .
Written by Artie Beason
March 23 2014
Unaware
Shadows of tomorrow is peacefully unaware
Leaving distant shadows without a care
Patience beyond knowledge frozen in time
Hopes through the ages dreams of the mind
Beyond any thing we still shall watch and wait
As thoughts and schemes form much to late
Timeless beauty become flames of delight
As twilight and gold dust forge into night
Hope changes nothing but peace beyond time
We all long for love our hearts hope to find
As sunlight streaks through the clouds
Out of sight the thunder rumbles loud
As time changes the sunshine to rain
Clouds may vary but weep and cry in pain
Peace then touches this lonely heart of mine
With hopes that cross heavens boundary lines
Seeing true love last until the end
Beyond anything our mind comprehends......
Artie Beason
My pet alligator sits under my feet.
He waits for food to fall while I simply eat.
He likes to chase the ball and bite with his sharp teeth.
His claws are super pointy, and he walks upon a leash.
He’s scaly without baths,
Smelly when not clean.
He’s very good at “sit,”
And trained to not be mean.
He likes the water much, except for when it rains.
And when we’re gone,
All day long,
We keep him in a crate.
My pet alligator is the best pet on this Earth,
I’d never trade him ever, for everything he’s worth.
A weekly meal at home
Pork chops boiled in sour kraut
But there’s another good luck meal
I’d like to tell you about
My big brother served our country
During the Vietnam War
He said the Navy fed him well
But there was a dish he longed for
Each letter he sent had lines blacked out
Censors concealed his whereabouts
The only sentences left intact
Were about the lamb he couldn’t live without
One Sunday Mom made leg of lamb
Thinking Artie was still in the Pacific
When unannounced, he walked through the door
Our “best luck” meal was terrific
*Entry for Russell's "Good Luck Meal" Contest
Whisper's
Somehow they knew that instruments of time
Was gently seasoned with verses and rhymes
Being impassioned by the wisdom of souls
Guided by their creations back to days of old
Masters they perform songs of their youth
Somehow begin whispers of never ending truth
Rainbows and shadows sway and begin
Natures ending force whispers start over again
While their quest in life turns uneven in hand
Graced is the finale whispers perfect be the end...
Written by Artie Beason April 11 2007
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