Best Dean Martin Poems
1958 Song Hits
All I Have To Do Is Dream
Night or day
Dreamin' life away
Do You Want To Dance
Under the moonlight
through the night
Who's Sorry Now
Sad and blue
Cried over you
Poor Little Fool
Lied to me
Won her victory
Book Of Love
Meaning of romance
One more chance
My True Love
Send a love
From heaven above
Endless Sleep
To the shore
Gone forever more
Twilight Time
Days of old
With dreams untold
Volare
Beginning to fly
in endless sky
Oh Julie
Don't deceive me
Love me truly
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Six-Word Couplet Series
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 10/05/2018
Couplets are made from words within each song.
Song artists below are shown in order of song list above:
1) Everly Brothers, 2) Bobby Freeman, 3) Conny Francis,
4) Ricky Nelson, 5) Monotones, 6) Jack Scott, 7) Jody Reynolds,
8) The Platters, 9) Dean Martin, 10) Crescendos
We flip through one hundred and eighteen glossy pages of magazine people.
None we know.
Wait! Was that Dean Martin?
A throwback to the 60’s.
False alarm.
One more page of people we do not know.
Why do we take these magazines? We ask each other.
We do not KNOW any of these people.
Maybe this is the best reason of all.
Let’s Go Back in Time
Oh, if only I could turn the hands of time
Back to the way the world was in the ‘50’s, 60’s and 70’s,
We used to have old-fashioned values,
People had family dinners,
Everyone dressed up for school, work, church, the theater,
Everyone always wore their Sunday best for special occasions,
Children played with their dolls and toys,
Little girls played with their tea sets,
Little boys played cops and robbers,
Programs like “Bewitched” and “All in the Family”
“Mr. Ed”, “The Wagon Train, “Hazel, “The Brady Bunch”
were on TV,
people still had manners and said thank you and please,
Americans were Americans,
Proud of their country,
Proud to salute the flag and stand up for the National Anthem,
Music was wonderful and beautiful,
The sounds of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin,
Of Andy Williams and Robert Goulet,
Of Elvis Presley,
Of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons,
Of Fabian, Frankie Avalon and Bobby Rydell,
We had good music then,
We had singers then,
What has happened to our country?
It’s not the America we all knew,
I wish we could go back in time,
To years gone by,
When people weren’t so plastic and had pride in themselves,
When Life was good
And you knew your neighbor,
How I wish we could go back, back in time.
Celine Rose Mariotti
This was quite a challenge!
You could call it - My potpourri!
It will give other "Soupers", a little glimpse,
of what it is that makes me - me!
I spent 21 years in the Air Force.
One year in Vietnam.
Been to several Foreign Countries,
thanks to Uncle Sam!
I love classic country music,
like Jim Reeves and Johnny Cash.
I enjoy the older sitcoms,
like "Golden Girls" and "MASH"!
What's my favorite movie?
"Driving Miss Daisy", I must say!
My favorite singer is, Dean Martin,
even though he passed away.
Meatballs and Spaggetti,
that's my favorite dish.
I kinda favor, Italian food,
but I sure do not, like fish!
Baseball hats, on backwards,
and drivers on their "cell",
Tattoos, lip and nose rings,
bug me all-to-Hell!
I love golf and watching baseball.
I'm a die-hard Yankee fan.
I love to snack on Oreo cookies,
and "Cadbury chocolate, when I can!
I have an addiction to cruising.
December is when I go.
It's on "Royal Caribbean" or "Carnival" lines,
for the last 10 years in a row!
Ralph Taylor
05/23/12
"Amor, amor, amor This word so sweet that I repeat
Means I have adored you Amor, amor, my love
Will you deny this heart that I have placed before you?"
Quote from DEAN MARTIN song- AMOR
Inspired by the French movie “Amour” which has won string of Awards
Where do you have the pain Amour?
Tell me where it aches
See I am right beside you my love
Oh ......how... do I ease your pain
Your hands are still so soft
Shall I tell you a story my sweet heart
Listen it will wipe your pain
“When I was around ten......
I was sent to a holiday camp
My mom and I had a secret pact
If I like the place to draw flowers,
If I don’t to draw stars
So my post cards are full of stars......
See your pain is gone now
My sweet! Do you feel my kiss?
I will ease your pain forever......
M m mm..........
Please forgive me Dear God
I cannot bear to see her suffering?
I cannot bear any more.......
I have bought flowers to decorate her body
And it will give her a nice fragrance
There, I hear her washing the dishes
She has come to take me too
Yes, I will put on the coat
No, I haven’t forgotten my shoes
With My Amour I am going too...
(parody of the hit song sung by Dean Martin, “That’s Amore”)
When the moon hits your brain like the whoosh of cocaine,
That’s psychosis.
When delusions galore throw good sense out the door,
That’s psychosis.
Bells will ring (Ding-a-ling-a-ling! Wing-a-ding-a-ding!)
As you string yarns together.
Eyes will roll (Total load of bull! Total load of bull!)
When your whirlwinds we weather.
When you hear in your mind voices clear, stern or kind,
That’s psychosis.
To conceive them a sign or believe they’re divine
Is insane...
Still it seems such a wonderful dream since you’re
Under hypnosis.
Pardon me; you can’t see, but the reasoned agree
That’s psychosis.
A fabulous career in acting and stand-up comedy
all started in nineteen twenty-six in New York City.
At an early age, you appeared on stage for many to see.
For a couple of years, you left your routine of comedy,
serving your country in World War II in the US Navy.
Your returned from the war, and earned a prestigious degree
at the Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City.
Your classmates were Jason Robards, Anne Bancroft, and Grace Kelly.
In films “Run Silent, Run Deep” and “The Rat Race”, you would be.
However, your forte was on stage with stand-up comedy.
You said, “Come in Frank! Make yourself at home and hit somebody”
to Sinatra, and “Hello Dummy” to Johnny Carson,
as well as other big stars that included Dean Martin.
You are hilarious as an insulting curmudgeon.
However, everyone knows it’s part of the act for fun.
Your success continued on some shows on television.
You appeared on stage in Las Vegas at the Sahara
as well as other hotels such as the Riviera.
Your act goes to Reno, Lake Tahoe, and Atlantic City.
People flock to the showrooms to see your great comedy.
You have had quite a career, and your fans are a big plenty.
You are still going strong today past the age of eighty.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and the website of Don Rickles www.thehockeypuck.com.
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. Dean Martin
My heart echoes a steady beat.
I lie on a hard bed
in perfect penumbra.
The soft sound seems to echo
from a plastic machine.
It beats steadily but slowly.
A nurse comes in and, with a torch,
examines the room thoroughly.
Suddenly, the heart beat stopped.
I lie in the dark on my bed,
consumed by fear. I feel stiff.
No heart beats, no life, just pure fear.
I cannot rise from the bed.
Two men come in and drag a bed
out of the room. A nurse comes in.
You will soon be fine—just a fall.
Tomorrow you can go home.
Best drink some tea with cinnamon.
You must have drunk a whole bottle!
And get up from that sofa,
it's not for you, rest somewhere else.
Oh, a cop has a notice
Seems you must go to court.
Don't ask where your bottle is.
Someone stole it and disappeared.
Placed 1
[An offering for fans of Dean Martin... or not. More or
less to the tune of ‘That’s Amore’ (not the ‘In Napoli’ bit),
this is the cleaned up version of an unprintable original.
In UK ‘Old Fellow’ is a euphemism for... let’s just call it
man’s best friend.]
***
Big long fish in the sea
Eight foot long and wriggly
That's a Moray
Well I pooped in my trunks
It was biting off chunks
That's a Moray
First it bit my thing
My ding a ling a ling
People on the scene
Heard me bellow
This big fish just bit me
And it swam away with my old fellow
Then I heard someone squeal
That big fish was an eel
That's a Moray
Then they bought me a skirt
To conceal where I hurt
Fair enough
Well, I gave it a whirl
Living life as a girl
But no more, eh?
’Cause I went down the pub
For a flirt and some grub
That’s amore
See , this bloke wandered by
With that look in his eye
That’s amore
He said hey babe what’s yours
Slipped his hand down my drawers
That’s amore?
But he felt quite a chump
As he fondled my stump
End of soirée
Had a tear in my eye
At his hasty bye bye
That’s amore
I learned electronics
Made some bionic bits
That’s amore
Ladies squeal with delight
When I ‘stay up’ all night
They’re in love
And they all ask of me
Is that whole thing for me
That’s...
A Moray
But I’ll write nothing more
As I think this has gone...
...Far enough.
Maniac Who Loved Money
Trump was maniac who loved money;
Acting foolish thinking he was funny;
He went out and had affair on a dare;
All of his supporters are full of despair;
Died when water boarded by his honey.
(Or was it with honey.)
Cremated By Someone Related
Trump's dead body was sticky subject;
Had heard that someone it did select;
Turned out to be someone related
Who had his cruddy body cremated
Before every body it did infect.
Every body needs a body sometime.
Is that the song Dean Martin sang
With an Italian twang.
Jim Horn.
When I think of pies
I think of my son Kev,
when it comes to baking pies
he is a master chef,
when I think of pies
I think of my younger sister Eileen,
my Dads nickname for her
was "Pies" when she was 2 or 3,
when I think of pies
I think of Wal-mart,
with their bakery aisle
tempting us with the
different varieties and aromas,
when I think of pies
I think about Thanksgiving,
and how we Americans
love to give thanks
by scarfing down
about half a dozen,
when I think of pies
I think of pizza,
with Dominoes,
Little Caesars, Papa Johns
and Marcos and their
customers coming and going,
when I think of pies
I think of Dean Martin,
crooning to us his song
about the moon and
pizza pie in "Thats Amore,"
and last if not least
when I think of pies I sigh
and thank God I'm not
a mathematician,
because I think of pies enough
as it is and worry I'll soon
be fat instead of thin!
Imagination
( you are never too young or too old to put your imagination to use)
Imagine the concert
The concert did not cost a dime
But every soul was there- from the beginning of time .
It was the biggest concert the heavens had ever seen.
The greatest dancers and singers that were ever known.
On the largest television screen it was shown.
You had the crooners, the swooners,
the rockers, the boppers, and the opera singers
All gathered together for one big show.
In heaven- this is the way to go.
It started off with the “tappers” coming on to the stage
All well known in the archives of fame.
First Bill “Bo jangles” Robinson with Fred Astaire in back .
Then Jean Kelly. Ginger Rodgers,
and Gregory Hines picking up the slack.
Then came the female singers who were all
In the hall of fame, and all well known by their names.
Billie holiday , Lena Horne , Doris Day and Peggy Lee
Judy Garland and Dinah Shore-and lets not forget
The Andrew Sisters- who gave us so much more.
Then out came the male singers who touched the
Hearts of women all around the world
And made all their hair stand up and curl.
Mario Lanza , Frank Sinatra, Perry Como, Dean Martin
Just to name a few, then let us not forget the soul singers
Otis Redding ,Sam Cooke, and Nat “king” Cole
Then Marvin Gaye who really put on a show.
OH ! This concert was a wonder to behold !
And the greatest one was yet to unfold.
Everyone waited in anticipation
As the angels blew their trumpets
And the harps let out the most beautiful melody.
For behind that big curtain
Walked out our all Mighty King.
All knees bent ,and all heads bowed
You couldn’t hear a pin drop
Not a single solitary sound.
He gave the heavens his blessings
As every face lit with delight
And all the way to earth
You could see this glaring light.
This is the concert- that one day we may all see
If we follow his words, and help to save all humanity.
"Ladies and gentlemen, direct from the bar, here's Dean!
Joey quips after one song"
Christy's Sundown: where we uncorked a bottle
of wine to dine in the Vegas-style setting
of your favorite restaurant when I came to town
almost expecting to find Frankie and the gang,
holding court at a big table with his Rat Pack
clown, Sammy, and the Italian and Jewish boys
crowded 'round, drinking and cracking
inside jokes to lots of booze and lots of smokes
that didn't seem to hurt the singing notes.
I am getting a little stoned tonight because the sun
sets at Christy's, knowing you are ashes, now,
dear heart, that's why I am getting stoned.
Always knew how to do that--a few glasses before,
and after, feels better writing a letter not sitting
across from you. Mr. Christy ('Nick,' to you
because you were a close one), fluttered my heart
before it filled, metaphorically speaking, with ashes,
yet, still, there's this echo of a time when the fine
Mr. Christy came by our table with a surprisingly limp
handshake for your big sister. Me, thinking, Show me
the passion, big Dude! El Greco! No wimp! Gee,
you were the fire that made Helen flee.
This night in near-empty salon rooms, a few
old souls sup in silence, and then I am alone except
for celebrity photos on the foyer walls: Christy's
cronies consigned to the reception gallery.
You, not among these famous faces, nor am I,
and here's why. We did not hang with Dean Martin,
Kenny Rogers, Joey Bishop, Gary Merrill, ('Best
to Nick, a great restaurant'), Art Linkletter or any
others of the long-gone great. We never broke bread
with Anita Bryant (thank God), or dove with Esther
Williams into the soup du jour, or sat beside sublime
Miss America, 1969. Only photos share stamina
to retain their glamour. A good restauranteur
has friends in high places. So, Smile, Brother --
You're on Celestial Camera.
What a prolific songwriter he was in his day.
He was the most talented and energetic by far and away.
The man wrote hits for Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Doris Day.
Sammy won awards for music written for the screen.
His songs accompanied many a wonderful scene.
Sammy came from New York’s Lower East Side.
His abundant musical talent was nothing he would hide.
Yes, Sammy had a composing career that was better than fine.
He left the world in 1993 at the age of seventy-nine.
What Songwriters or Writers Inspire You Contest
Sammy Cahn
hips swivel, i shimmy
over to spouse,
my finger seriously
pointing at him,
sure sparkling eyes.
my pointer aiming
his way, wanting
its way with him.
my darling’s attention,
intentionally on me -
my lips close in
on my lover,
i sing,
“i want you…”
mindfully pointing
at him,
my finger taps
onto my wrist,
“...to tell me what time it is.”
i smile. i wink.
i’ve been playing
with him.
he’d reminded me
that work’s shortly -
we’d been watching
‘70’s Dean Martin Roast.
you get the picture -
i had fun with him,
the roast’s on him.
2/11/2020