Best Dinah Poems
Momma's in the kitchen frying chicken
Daddy's got the game on the old TV
Two brother's playing and fighting in the parlor
It's just the way things used to be
Momma stayed home and raised us kids
Never had much except love if I recall
Daddy worked everyday but Sunday
Then again, I guess we had it all
We got our clothes from people up the street
Their kids were older and always well dressed
They would send a box down once or twice a year
And we'd thank God, we were so blessed
Shared a bicycle between five brothers
Had all we needed and so much more
Never saw a government check until we enlisted
I guess they forgot to tell us we were poor
Lived in an alley full of kids
Second house in a row of seven
Learned to work for whatever we wanted
This was our little piece of heaven
No one stole from one another
Respected all and what they worked for
Slept like a baby, three to a room
Never bothered locking a door
We have so much now it's mind boggling
In a way I guess we lost our senses
Corrupted with greed, we became reclusive
Instead of bridges, we built fences
Return with me to those forgotten times
When we treated our neighbor just like a brother
Never got judged by the way we dressed
And people cared about one another
Remember Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners
Lawrence Welk on a Saturday night
Breyer's ice cream from the corner store
Lassie and Dragnet in black and white
Uncle Miltie and Bishop Sheen
Robin Hood starring Richard Greene
Superman and a matinee
With Dinah Shore, see the USA
Riding grassy hills in a cardboard box
Taking little brother for long summer walks
Forgotten times spent with a friend
Times we thought would never end
A life full of riches doing all that we could
A life full of struggles, even the bad times were good
Somewhere in the distance a lone church bell chimes
While I close my eyes and dream of forgotten times.
I’ll tell a secret just to you,
a fantasy that’s really true.
My bed can fly through time and space.
It takes me to every happy place.
In darkness, I but close my eyes,
and soon we’re flying through the skies.
We’ve neared the sun and felt its heat;
I’ve walked the moon with dusty feet.
We sometimes race among the stars,
escape to Mercury and Mars.
I’ve floated high in Saturn’s rings,
where fairies go to earn their wings.
Though I’m a child, I have belief
my bed will never cause me grief.
It lets me stroll with friendly Pooh;
in Oz I’ve played with Toto too.
I once saw Dinah blow her horn,
rode bareback on a unicorn.
I wore a badge in old Cheyenne,
and pirate-fought with Peter Pan.
My bed at times will change for me
to silver sails upon the sea.
Or even dive beneath the waves
to visit sunken vessels’ graves.
King Neptune there has shown emotion,
Caring for his private ocean,
Teaching fish they shouldn’t bite
at every dangling sweet delight.
When morning comes, before I wake,
my bed must know the route to take,
and know the time, I so assume,
to settle back inside my room.
It really happens, true and right,
distinct and normal every night.
You know my bed’s a magic spell,
but you must promise not to tell.
For Ian Diddams and my Dad
So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to worry
He was quite deaf to her fears
Her futile protestations fell
On cauliflower ears
Oh so many broken bones
As trophies he would wear
Those would be the only times
I heard my mother swear
My father didn’t drink much
He didn’t do the pub
But he’d sink some with the other lads
In the rugby club
He had a book of rugby songs
Some of them were crude
Dinah, Dinah show us yer leg
And other ones more rude
A weird way to learn about
Sex and funny stuff
Sex Ed in the seventies
Was really pretty rough
Now I watch a rugby game
And find the blokes quite hot
Got to love a massive thigh
And firmly muscled bott
Oh how they thunder up the pitch
And grunt and sweat and shout
Got to love testosterone
It’s what it’s all about
Never mind the odd shaped ball
Shape doesn’t make me frown
It’s how they chuck the thing that counts
And how they smack it down
The scrum’s a thing to marvel at
A tad *****erotic
What if someone breaks their neck
Not sport for the neurotic
And then there’s the line dancing
And shouting things in code
Like massive noisy warriors
With faces streaked with woad
Not partial to the gumshields
I suppose they save the grief
Of ruining a toothpaste smile
And choking on the teeth
The thing I don’t quite understand
Is how they pass the ball
What’s the crack with backwards?
I don’t get that at all
I’m a girl who loves a tryer
It’s hardly a perversion
It just don’t get more exciting
Than a finely placed conversion
Snorting mist like horses
Hot blokes running free
Imagine the baths afterwards
Oh it’s all too much for me
I have memories of autumn
Fields all churned up with mud
My Dad and Son played rugby
There’s some rugby in my blood
So, here’s my final word on this
Rugby’s hot, but makes me sad
For when I think of rugby
It reminds me of my Dad
Love you, Dad
by Gail
Anyone who has lived through them as I have,
Knows the Forties were the most memorial of all
Of the decades of the Twentieth Century
And surely the most vivid in recall.
Personally, they were the greatest of my life.
I was married in the year of Forty-One.
Then in March of Nineteen-Forty Three,
We were blessed with the birth of a new son.
Two daughters followed him in their own time,
One born in Forty-Five, and one in Forty-Six.
But intruding on the joys of my own life,
Was the world which was in a terrible fix.
Millions of Jews and others were slaughtered,
Although at the time we were mostly unaware.
In December we entered World War II
To fight Hitler and Hirohito, an evil pair.
Our young men went to war, the rest of us
Pared down our lives to help to win the war.
The barest necessities were all we had,
And we were proud to be giving more and more.
The Forties saw the first atom bomb dropped
On Japan by our own beloved country.
I would have begged Harry not to drop it had I known
But of course no one saw reason to ask me.
Despite the war there were many new inventions,
And we slowly climbed out of the depression.
We constructed bomb shelters in our back yards.
The horrors of war had left a bad impression.
There were block buster movies in those years
And television was just in its beginnings.
Rebecca, How Green Was My Valley, Mrs. Miniver
And All The King's Men, had coveted Oscar winnings.
Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole were famous.
Peggy Lee and Dinah Shore were heard.
These singers were featured and unlike today,
When they sang you could hear every word.
This is a small taste of the Forties,
I hope that I have made you understand
That everything was bigger during this decade,
War, rugged times, and big bang and big band.
Written 3/2/15
I reckon I'm showing my age and am pretty well set in my ways,
But I have zero tolerance for the 'noise' called music nowadays!
The metal bands and rap are loathsome to my sensitive ears.
I haven't heard a melodic tune on the radio for over sixty years!
Pleasing to the ear was Vaughn Monroe and his mellow baritone.
Likewise, the romantic, comprehensible crooning of Vic Damone.
A songster who could stir even the most unromantic soul,
Was the silky-smooth delivery of debonair Nat King Cole!
I truly enjoyed the ballads belted out by the ever-living Elvis,
And got a kick out of watching in action his double-jointed pelvis!
Delightful were the songs vocalized by cheerful Doris Day.
It was so relaxing listening to the Velvet Fog, Mister Mel Torme!
Will there ever be another Glenn Miller, Perry Como or Peggy Lee,
Dinah Shore, Frankie Laine or Jo Stafford entertaining me?
Oh, to hear again The Mills Brothers and their sweet harmony.
Now all I hear is dreadful screams and gross disharmony!
Today's drivel to my romantic soul gives me great offense.
'Tis alien to my ears and doesn't make a bit of sense.
Music back then invited you to hold your gal in close embrace,
As you danced and murmured sweet nothings face to face!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Favorite Music Type" Contest
Hi
Dinah-mite!
What a doll you are!
Dressed in your purple outfit
With your long blonde hair, you are pretty!
You play in your beach house, or your ski chalet
You can ride your bike, or drive your car
With many outfits to wear
You are such a doll!
Dinah-mite
Hi!
My
Dinah-mite
Are you out to play?
What are you doing today?
I can pose you any way I want.
You’ve given Barbie a run for her money!
However, I say it’s a pity
That you’re not made anymore
A thing of the past
Dinah-mite
Bye!
You’re no longer here
Since nineteen seventy-five
So long, Dinah-mite!
This is a double-odd rictameter with a senryu trailer.
On the Seventh Day,
it is often written,
often said,
that the creator rested.......
I BEG TO DIFFER!!!!
Fore I believe that on the seventh day,
that he set at the helm of his creation called mother earth,
thinking humm what's missing?????
let me look ,let me search.........
He contemplated for a minute or two....
then he said I think I got it!
I want to create someone, some things that will be moving,
yet soothing and UPLIFTING
ENCHANTING!!!!
I want someone that the world will forever behold,
as the birds were singing and chirping ,
Ahhh music and notes!!!!!!!!
He created music and musicians!
Spread them all throughout time
with voices that could never be forgotten,
tones that still move,
melodies that fit every single mood!!!
Here's a little proof
He created
BACH, BHETTOVEN, MOZART, classical kings!!!
DUKE ELLINGTON, LOUIS AMSTRONG, ELLA FRIZGERALD and their jazzy legacies.
He was just getting started,
warming up.
He created ANITA BAKER, PATTI LABELLE, AND LUTHER VANDROSS TOO,
went on to make PRINCE and MICHEAL JACKSON, JAMES BROWN, AND ELVIS ALL NEW!!!
THE ROLLING STONES, OTIS REDDING, DINAH WASHINGTON, and of course a lady by the
name of Billie Holiday!!!!
When the angels ask are you done????
He said NO WAY!!!!
I got SO much more to make and include,
this could take a lifetime
relax and enjoy.
STAY TUNED!!!!!!!!!!!!
Singing
(With thanks to John Miles.)
Singing was my first love,
And it may be my last,
Singing in the future,
Came from singing in the past...
First was singing at school,
Happy songs and ditties,
And a solo first verse
Of 'Royal David's City
Then to the local choir
To sing along in church
hymns and carols, where on
the edge of a pew I'd perch
Soon the joys of rugby
Enticed me from the choir
With songs of maidens named
Dinah and Delilah
We'd sing of Immobile,
and then "The Sloop John B"
And a Dickie-Die-Doe
My rugby team mates and me
Then a hip replacement
Stopped all the running stuff
Rugby and triathlon
My body had sung "Enough"
My soul cried out for more
My brain would not relent
From finding a way to
Assuage my musical bent
Next up was D.M.T.
And also TiTCo too
Concerts and musicals
Sung, and operas with W.H.O.
As-hoc singing as well
Sea shanties down the pub
And those stand up, floor spots
At Seend Acoustic Club
So here I sit today
The score upon my desk
Learning my tenor line
For whichever show comes next.
Singing was my first love,
And it may be my last,
Singing in the future,
Came from singing in the past...
“As soon as Judas had taken the bread, he went out. And it was night” John 13:30
He took your bread and didn’t wait for the drink
He went out
And it was night
…yet he betrayed you…
Dear Lord, I have taken your bread
Patiently I received your drink
Help my soul
Do not let 'the door' open unto me
I want to remain in here with you
No! I don’t want to go out
I mean go out
It is NIGHT
And it is dark
I might miss the way
Help would be far fetched
I don’t want to dash my feet
Against the stones of cares of this world
I don’t want to fall into the pit
That is hidden from the naked eyes
I don’t want to drown in the sea of pressure
I don’t want to be at the mercy of leisure
that comes with pleasure of this world
No! I don’t want its ride that Judas rode
Judas went out and he never returned, never ever
Lord don’t, don’t let me go-o-o-o-o
You prayed for Peter and things went better
Though it was later but he became greater
Oh, ‘Mercy said no
I'm not going to let you go
I'm not going to let you slip away
you don't have to be afraid
mercy said no’
Hey! Judas slipped and slumped
Slipped of tongue till his feet slipped
He slipped, slipped and slipped till his life spilled
He went out just like Dinah
"And Dinah the daughter of Leah, which she bare unto Jacob, went out to see the daughters of the land. 2 And when Shechem the son of Hamor the Hivite, prince of the country, saw her, he took her, and lay with her, and defiled her." Gen. 34:1-2
Judas and Dinah went out
Out of divine coverage
Out of divine protection
Out of divine provision
Out of divine network
Out of divine instruction
Out of divine guidance and ordinance
He went out-out-out. Oh! Judas why?
In a small town not too distant from an enchanted forest
lived a little orphan girl named Dinah. She was attired in raggedy clothes and
her shoes had holes in them. One day as she was walking along the lane
a huge dog began chasing her, she ran and ran as fast as she could, until
she entered the enchanted forest. She could still hear the dog growling
so deeper and deeper into the woods she ventured.
As sunlight dappled through the tall trees she heard the sound of
water nearby, and soon she came upon a crystal clear river.
A few yards from the river she noticed a mirror hanging from
a lofty oak. Her curiosity began to grow and soon it got the
better of her, so she walked up to the mirror and gazed into it.
Suddenly the mirror began to glow and a voice said:
"Tell me lass your wish for me and I will make you who
you wish to be". Dinah thought for a while and then said:
"Mirror mirror on this tree a beautiful princess I want to be"
Immediately she was transformed into a beautiful princess.
A few minutes later a handsome prince rode by and
when he saw Princess Dinah he fell in love with her.
He lifted her up and they rode off to his castle in the enchanted forest..
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Ya know baby you're usually right
Center cut, intherace, that's your place
On target, red carpet, gotomarket
Hittin' the bull's eye, 'n baby, I'm your guy
Smack-Dab babe
Like the Nile, you flow the right way
Like Carlyle, know what ta say
With you, I'm okay
If ever I'm off and stray
Grab meaway, gimme a jab
Baby, that's Smack-Dab
You're like Ophelia, Antonin Scailia, multimedia, memorabilia
Honey, you're KarmannGhia! Oh, callmea cab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're Lash La Rue, Peggy Sue, Scooby Doo, Mister Magoo
Honey, You're Super Glue! Wow! Back to the lab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're so sure
We're at that stage, we needa sage
Honey, you're the rage!
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're like Al Gore, Dorothy Lamour, Dinah Shore, Za Za Gabor
Honey, you're no bore! Ain't never drab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're so fab
Fit as a fiddle, Nelson Riddle, heat upthe griddle
Honey, you're in the middle!
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're Buster Crabbe, Colin McNab, take a stab, my bar tab
Honey, you're my rehab! Ah, the gift a gab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
While it's true only you I adore
I really oughtta tell you more
Baby, Imma big time loser, a simple fleck
Honey, you're a sure winner, a stacked deck
You're my Madonna, only one I wanna
Someday you'll get rings 'n things
For now your praises, it's me who sings
I'd rope a Picasso with my trusty lasso
Ya know I'd buyeth, if I saw a good Wyeth
Honey, you're the latest 'n the greatest
Baby, that's Smack-Dab
"Sweet Dinah won't you blow my horn?"
She's in the kitchen shucking corn
And when she hums
The whole world comes
To bless the day when she was born!
A sweet Chow Chow called Charleston Dinah
Was court-ordered to go back to China
Told: Leave the U.S.
You made this covid mess!
She arfed: You nut I’m from North Carolina!
Written 5/12/22
The Labrea Tar Pits in a pastry shell
can be for flying insects, a living hell.
They are drawn to something so sticky and sweet.
It still shows some remnants of an oven’s heat.
When they land there, certain death is what they meet.
Its purpose is so the Amish folks can eat.
For Dinah Shore and others, it’s a nice treat.
If in Eastern Pennsylvania passing by,
don’t forget to pick up some shoofly pie.
Old School
Remember the old boom box boogey down to the socks
Reggie Jackson chewy bars & Tommy's pop rocks
Parachutte pants with the hair high fade
Wake up late in a purple haze saying it's going to be one of those days
Back it up even further playing cowboys and indians in the sand box
Waiting at the corner for the ice cream man to come with his stuff
Boy, hero's fade from the scene such an evil scheme
Wouldn't care in what I said or did throwing an M80 under a garbage lid
Back when it was fashionable to be late for your date
Baking grandmas cookies in the oven for sure
Sipping on your favorite beverage while the pops watch Dinah Shore
Those good old days that have gone before yet soon will discover
The over weight lover from another mother type of brother
Fast cars and the midnight scene with the freaks coming out
Flip flops with your stretch blue jeans such a party scene
In quaint encounters with the local police running in the street
Falling mailboxes girls wearing their Sunday best putting their lovers in a test
A time well spent in thought while going to the fair with music everywhere
Back in school those days listening to teachers stopping later at the mall
The movies back then made you feel ten feet tall with Stallone time to roam
Party's at your neighbors having forts put up in the back
Mommy & Daddy working to hard enough to give them a heart attack
Learn to relax with my rubix cube later playing hacky sack
A soft kiss from a lover under cover as she spins the bottle
I will never forget those tender moments in the sun thank you I got to run