Best Blondie Poems
The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Bread
Billy Joel and The Grateful Dead
Suzi Quatro, Styx, Kate Bush
Elton John, Yes, Kiss and Rush
Freda Payne, The Brothers Four
Dolly Parton, Sandie Shaw
The Jackson Five and Bruce Springsteen
Elvis Presley, Slade and Queen
David Bowie, The Beach Boys, Sweet
Rose Royce, Madness and The Beat
Dusty Springfield, Fox, Nick Drake
Neil Sedaka, Sparks, Greg Lake
Three Dog Night and The Ramones
Pink Floyd and The Undertones
Blue Öyster Cult, The Dave Clark Five
Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Golden Earring, Argent and
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
Mott The Hoople, E.L.O
Dr. Hook and Status Quo
Skeeter Davis, Iggy Pop
Alice Cooper, ZZ Top
The Rev. Al Green and Steeley Dan
The Who, The Jam and Steeleye Span
The Monkees, Abba, Cream and Free
Lynyrd Skynrd, 10CC
Renaissance, Blondie and The Clash
The Faces, Love and Wishbone Ash
The Moody Blues, Deep Purple, Mud
Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Bob Dylan and The Shangri Las
The Kinks. The Birds. The Doors. The Cars
The Seekers and Roberta Flack
The Drifters, T. Rex, Fleetwood Mac
Tina Turner, Prince, James Brown
..And all the music from Motown.
Starts at 0:17
Lustrous words reach across the Miles
Tugs heart strings and makes one Smile
Speaks of Love and Starry Nights
Heavenly whispers - wondrous Sights
Invites one on those moonlight Walks
Orchestras serenade - sensual Talks
Stirs up passion and Stirs up Fire
Tempts one into this game of Desire
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling – it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Churns out promises on a stream of Cyber
Zaps out words through tendrils of Fiber
Emotions on alert though ever so Fleeting
Inhabitations aside - a great way of Meeting
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
This Cyber Love - Alack - Alas
Will only break a Heart of Glass
Oh what wanton rose can feeling resist
Pricked by thorns of cyber kiss
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Fantasies of Love a foolish Delusion
Hearts on a sleeve complete Illusion
Changing intentions - twisted Perceptions
Ignore the warnings - embrace Deceptions
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Footnote:
Many a love affair has blossomed successfully from cyber friendships and cyber groups all made possible from cyber space in this hectic world of ours. I’ve seen it work and it gives new meaning to the phrase ‘love is made in heaven’.
But lonely, vulnerable people should heed their mind and heart, being wary of not falling victim to an illusion.
Music Blondie instrumental Heart of Glass
Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose —
a hyper-keen sense when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out on his responsibilities
Before bedtime stories
would end afoul, he could always tell
the impending sour cabbage signs —
The ***** scent in the air pregnant with crisis ...
rabbit feet had better odds,
than a roll of the dices
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Those hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
Pearl hip handles, he loved to caress
Hop aboard a bullet train,
when the bad news got belly swell
Twitchy nose rabbit hole escape
was his poker face tell
But one determined Alice
didn’t give
the baby carrot carriage subject a rest
Roger got tortoise marriage cold feet,
half-hearted turnip turtle vows
was his delay strategy best guess
Women said he was a tricky parent draft dodger,
his friends said it was in his rabbit DNA
The court affidavits all said his name was Roger,
the arrest warrant said he wouldn’t pay
Roger has good long hare instincts,
he’s Copperfield cool ... a Houdini Blondie
Angel Eyes bad you better not blink,
every time your back is turned, he gon flee
So deadbeat ugly he’s just a Tuco-hearted rat,
a kid welsher ain’t no rabbit doubt about that
The rabbit in his blood,
is simply hop-along run away DNA
He love to cabbage patch play,
but he hate to bacon lettuce pay
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Roger don’t like
looking at paternity suits,
it just give him the Dodger blues
Rabbits don’t care
to stay in one place too long ...
in a standstill
That just ain’t how their feet DNA think
And those angry Alices kangaroo purse pouches,
holding those court-ordered papers unfriendly ...
they be pushing the Dodger to the brink
Roger’s an absentee parent wearing slipper slouches —
Hopping-mad child support check is an empty
Cassidy signature signed in invisible ink
Blondie is forever young.
Rosy cheeks and lips bee-stung.
Her nicely waved hair is perfection.
One wonders at the odd connection
To lazy Dagwood so unkempt,
To comb his hair, makes no attempt.
Truth told he would rather stay in bed.
Pay no heed to what Mr.Dithers said.
When we were young
We didn’t know what we could become
What we could have been
When we were just sixteen.
The road ran on forever
Summer lasted long and dreamy
Never a thought of being old
When we were young and bold.
We met together talked and sang
Planted a twig that became a tree
No restraints we ran free
Like a picture coloured in and drawn.
When we were young
What could we have become
A singer,poet and artist we
Bosco, Souixie Sue and me.
Gathered at the Walnut Grove
Along wi Tam, Nautical Bill and Blondie Bee
Having fun singing our song
Never knowing what was to come.
Our paths were split
Each to their own way went
Thinking back to when we were young
A tune forgotten already sung.
©andrew provan mcintyre 12/5/16.
Terry said I was a real “sketch”
I'm taking that as a compliment
Not some colourful cartoon character
Wonder what it represents
Hope I'm more like Superman
Than that scatter brain Daffy Duck
Old Dick Tracy kinda makes sense
Or Sylvester running amok
Can't be Blondie but maybe Dagwood
Maybe Terry of Pirates fame
Perhaps one of the Katzenjammer Kids
Or The Torch to set hearts aflame
Always thought I was more like Batman
With that fairy like Robin by his side
Wasn't cut out for super hero-ness
Seeing trouble I run away and hide
I'm being silly really sorry about that
I'm unique and a one of a kind
If you still want to call me a Super Hero
Just call me the Hulk, that's fine!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Bring back blonde babes
with big boobs and butts,
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and big boys
to bring in big bucks buying bottles of
Budweiser and, blue ribbon beer,
Besides the booze and beef burgers
on buns with bacon and baked beans
for brunch while they watch and
bet on baseball games or boxing matches.as
they banter with their buddies at the bar
or in the booths and bathroom.
The jukebox plays Blondie, Blues brothers
big Bands, Bono, Bananarama, Brandi, Billy Ray Cyrus.
Benny King., Backstreet boys., Beach Boys, Billy Idol
Bobby Brown, and so much more
at Big Busty Babes Bar
Bring your best buddies with you to
Big Busty babe's bar. Down on Broadway and Bakers Boulevards
Near Buster's Barbecue and Bobby's Billiards and Bank of America.
Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
The master maker of exotic sandwiches is Dagwood Bumstead!
Blondie (nee Boopadoop) views his masterpieces with dread!
He compounds his concoctions with everything from anchovy to zucchini,
And Bumstead could make them vanish faster than an illusion by Houdini!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retireed
© All Rights Reserved
Brick had seen his share of hospitals
and had been to Saint Cecelia's more than once,
on occasion, a perp would get banged up
you know, during an arrest... on occasion!
He was just waiting for the X-Ray results
before he made his way home, but he had
to make a couple of calls after he got kicked loose.
First he had to make a call to Bill Lipton,
one of the suits from the 31st had seen him at the hospital
Now it seems that Bill's Lieutenant was leanin on Bill,
guess his Captain was runnin for some office and was
afraid to have one of his boy's involved in the
Shadow vigilante case, in case it didn't get solved
and tarnish his record, Like I would ever let a case go cold!
The second call, was gunna be to a pretty Blond
by the name of Erika La Plant, an EMT who gave him
her number in the bus on the way to Saint Cecelia's
But first.....Brick! the Doctor said as he entered the ER room
look's like you have a couple of bruised ribs there.
Just keep them wrapped up for a couple of weeks
or so, and you'll be fine, if you take it easy that is,
But I spoke with a Sgt. Lipton when they brought you in
and he said you were kind of stubborn and rough on yourself
so it might take a little longer, try not to get into any more fights!
Ok Doc! You got it! Can I go now? Yes Brick you can go!
here are your discharge orders, and a prescription for something
for the pain, I suggest you get it filled, you'll need it!
within a wink of an eye Brick found a phone and called
the Cowboy, the phone only rang once, Hello Bill Lipton here!
Hey Cowboy, I hoped I'd catch you, think you could come
get me, and give me a lift home, so I can get my car?
I may have a date later! Who would that be with Brick?
oh let me guess! the blondie from the bus , right?
Her name is Erika Billy Boy, and yep, that's the one!
Oh hey! what's this I hear your Boss is up your
keester about our Black clad ole buddy?
You ain't thinkin about pullin a runner on me are ya?
Now just hold on to your suspenders pardner! I ain't
a goin no where's we got us a score to settle with our
ole pal. I'm on my way...Click..the phone went dead.........
We're back in the Samauri Saddle, Watch for Robert Dufresne's reply..
Being a baby of the fifties
musical sounds were always a rave
beginning in sixties with the fab four
Cliff, Elvis and ONJ were my fav
The seventies really got me hooked
the punk scene was originally vibrant
along with Kate Bush and Debbie's Blondie
this was time for seeds with a musical plant
In my reclusive days loved Dory Previn
really took me down inside of me
also loved country's Emmylou and Dolly
Cash man, Crystal and Billie Jo made me free
In past decade caught on to classical
Jenkins, Bocelli and Netrebko made superb voice
also love harp, violin and cello
hooked on Benedetti, Hahn and Mutter as my supreme choice
Also love sounds of guitar and trumpet
it brings such a soothing sound
calms one's nerves to zero
so a new person in you is found
There you have my musical world
effecting me in many a way
creating a mind to write in rhyme
bringing comfort and blessing to my day
I lived in the early-mid 70s so very different
being a lonely soul not socially active
lived in the countryside with not a friend
didn't really mind it as made me selective
This was me living my teens/early 20s
loved going to Wimpy bar in the night
after tea drove into town for coke or two
drive back on own this being my plight
When had a lunch break at work during the week
frequent local music shop nearly every day
loved to see what's pop to suit my taste
got posters Blondie, Kate Bush and ONJ
Put them on bedroom wall to gaze upon
sleep away think dreaming on each one
loved local movie house there often
Grease was fab great tunes bar none
It's incredible how things have changed
now musically classical's my top tune
never been to the cinema for 30 years long
till last week for Mary Poppins return with balloon
Now my drink bar is Costa Coffee
still lonely soul at times but my wife
Christine's my best friend eases my load
still, stammer as have all of my life
Big difference now God is with me
never to leave for Jesus sets me free
(Writing a poem describing myself as a teenager/young adult (early 20's)...then being descriptive about my present state for your last few stanzas.)
When I look back in time, I recall the 1980’s;
I fell into the Rubik’s Cube and still have not escaped.
Not even upon hearing of, John Lennon’s killing, could I escape the thing, in fact, it kept me from diving into a mournful funk.
I celebrated “ET’s” visit by treating myself; I bought the video, along with Michael Jackson’s, “Thriller” and was ecstatically, thrilled by both, many times.
Then, I went to the, World’s Fair, for the first time.
I celebrated the new holiday, Martin Luther King Jr’s. day along with everyone else and the discovery of the wrecked, Titanic; a tragic example of the human ego’s pompousness.
Disco faded away, like melting snow and Rap, rapped its’ way into the Music Scene. Blondie and Devo were giving fans a thrill, as we donned our G.Q. clothes to go dancing.
“Remembering the 1980's” Poetry Contest
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Chazz your like my kitty
Phoebe
With your act of the witty
And your dance so crazy
I am enchanted with
Your "bubbly-Wubbly'"talk
Your the girl to be with
During A Dead Zone walk
Now my bro's making
My cat Rap
O god For saking:
"Sufyan,Cut the crap"
I will miss your
Blue baby Dips
And what's much more
Than You I'll miss?
I saw death
He was wearing a shirt
It said"Go take a bathe
And stop being Such a skirt"
But he aint the One
That stopped my negative ways
It was You!My Love=)
That cropped my Drama-Queens Days
I Go all insane around
You My Chick
Its my music sound
That'll make you go "Whicka,whick"
I still want Nad'z
Apple bottom Jeans
But you'l probably goes
"Saj,You've got an a*s!O jeez =,=' "
I Love you Blondie
For making My day
If it weren't for all your "WOO-Zie"
How will I be so glad today?
Drooping pen said “enough of melancholia”
Spread words of cheer, like sweet smelling magnolia
Vowed never again to write of misery
So fished for words in diction’s fishery
Who would become the inspiring muse
Some clever thought or inspiring ruse
Up came blondie Donald duck
America’s ex-president, my potluck
A failed businessman turned slick politician
Pulled wool over the eyes like a crafty magician
A moving hyperbole of lies and untruths
Never to be forgotten in America's history books
We never need a special day
To bring you to our mind,
For days without a thought of you,
Are very hard to find.
We cannot send a birthday card,
Your hand we cannot touch,
But God will take our greetings
To the one we love so much
Thinking of you on your birthday,
With sadness in our hearts,
For a very special someone,
From whom we had to part
Happy Birthday Blondie
We all talk of you still,
We certainly haven't forgotten you
And I doubt we ever will
Xx Much Love xX