Best Radio Show Poems
I’d been in a two-year relationship
He even got down on one knee and did propose
He’s still the only man ever to ever buy me a red rose
But his mother hated me I wasn’t the right one for her son
She put her oar in and caused trouble and soon the damage was done
We split – I couldn’t be bothered with men I didn’t want the hurt
I threw myself into charity work at the local hospital
Radio Lollipop is a hospital radio station especially for kids
I had my own radio show – something I would love to do again
Bob was an engineer and built studios - we became friends
One Saturday we were decorating a float for the Lord Mayor’s procession
I was wearing a tight low cut bright pink T shirt…how could he not notice me!
Started dating in June, just before Christmas we got the flu
We looked after each other at his house ...I never moved out
On Valentines Day 1989 I proposed to him – even though it wasn’t a leap year
I’d got up to get ready for work – he was still in bed.
I knelt down by the bed and asked him to marry me… he said yes! PHEW
We married two years to our very first date
Twenty-three years later we are still going strong
Jan Allison
21st September 2014
Contest:Will You Marry Me?
Sponsor Judy Konos
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Hey DADDY run as-fast-as-you can
You oughta-see-my-mama-oh-man
She dancin to a radio show
And bein kinda naughty-you-know
Never seen her actin this-way-before
Look she shufflin out-all-over-the-floor
It's a song that I ain-never-heard
And she just-said-one-of-them-ugly-words
Take me back to my radio days
Take me back to the simple old ways
Far away from the smoke and the haze
Take me back to my radio days
She shoutin "SING to-me-Rock & Roll-man
I could eat you right up-where-you-stand"
But she just-now-got-thru-eatin-her-lunch
Why she still wanting something-to-munch?
See I TOLD you, hey-what-is-this-pop?
Why you spinning her around like a top?
You-made-my-mama's-garter-belt show
And how the heck did your zipper-just-grow?
Take me back to my radio days
Take me back to the simple old ways
Far away from the smoke and the haze
Take me back to my radio days
One-mo-time-now-1,2,1-2-3...
*Hyphens inserted for rhythm purposes or how I heard it in my head
Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But we all know he’s more than that.
[Written in honor of a friend's Himalayan Persian--I think---a personable cat that I often use as a character in short stories and even a radio script.]
[For anyone interested in the radio show I wrote about Duffy, here is a link: http://sylvannovelust.blogspot.com/2013/12/adventures-of-duffy-dean-unified-story.html]
“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men”
There once was an old time radio show called “The Shadow”
Which is how each and every show began
“The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
Crime does not pay... The Shadow knows!”
Which was how each and every show ended
I was young and impressionable back then and engrossed
In each program as I hung on every word
Our imagination filled in the visual
We could translate each scene in our own minds
Always conjuring up our own unique version
There are so many great old time radio shows
That kept us glued to the radio and still even today
As we stare off into space listening to Old Time Radio
Reliving those special, delightful programs
The younger people of today have no idea
How we were obsessed just as people today
Have been obsessed with television since the early fifties
These were the golden years of radio
If you're old enough to remember them
You'll understand the lingering appeal they have!
© Jack Ellison 2015
One of the best entertainers of the last century,
this man’s collection of hit records is something to see!
His recording career commenced in nineteen thirty-three
He came from a small Pennsylvania town called Canonsburg.
This place is located just twenty miles south of Pittsburgh.
This famous crooner started in his town as a barber.
However, his true talent came forth as a great singer.
He started out singing with Freddy Carlone’s big band.
When he joined Ted Weems’ orchestra, he achieved fame at hand.
A wartime CBS radio show brought some success.
However, the NBC network found his great prowess.
Como was signed to a long-term contract with RCA.
Success with recordings and show business were on their way!
He appeared in shows on radio and television,
Fourteen certified number one songs came in succession.
“’Til The End of Time” and “It’s Impossible” can be found
With “A-You’re Adorable”, “Hoop-De-Doo”, and “Round and Round”
His great career lasted for more than half a century.
He certainly was a great man to listen to and see!
There's facts and small truths and jokes about life,
Canned laughter and the occasional song.
And there's always argued political opinions,
From big to small, right and wrong.
The guests talk, on topic, of their own field,
Never deviating from what's in their head.
And I listen and think and ponder and learn,
On the informative ideas that are said.
Of course there's the occasional crazy guest,
Living underground in the housed up bomb shelter.
Believing world war three but forgetting air conditioning,
So freezing in winter, then in summer they swelter.
And the ads, the commercials of modern,
Selling things to folks on the go.
It's our weekend airwaves filled full to the top,
It's our local radio show.
While closing my eyes, I return once again
to an image that nestles at the foot of the mountains
Snow crowns San Jacinto as it shadows the valley
I am there as a child in the house with white shutters
Red brick and mortar, and siding like butter
A southern front porch, is facing the hills
There are tall amber trees, and a stream, I recall,
somewhere that wanders, like a dream to remember
Bits and pieces are kept in a keepsake I've held
They filter on down to shelter me now,....
To wrap me in comfort, when I dwell in the dark
grieving for loved ones, who were there at the start.
When the chill of the winter, or those sleepless nights, tossing,
fills me with losses, that shadow the moon...
I'll see grassy knolls, and bright alfalfa acres,
A house and a barn framed with painted white fences
The house unpretentious, where yards need attention
Mist skimming the water, ducks swim in the pond
A small corral… my Dad, dressed in Levi's…
and a pitchfork, in hand, holds sweet golden hay
A barn, and twin stalls, a red chicken house,
a clothes line, where white sheets are bleached by the sun
The house is alive, morning bacon is frying,
Mom is listening while cooking, to a radio show
Clattering of dishes, and the chattering soap stars
fills the kitchen with sunshine, like a breath of fresh air
Warm are the colors, resembling butter
Wallpaper borders in bright, happy yellow.
There are echoes I hear, of a house in the night,
Comforting sounds of a room in the dark
My cat nestled close, at the foot of my bed
where I'm wrapped in the memory of that place where I lived
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9/16/15
Gb2 's a radio show, it airs in Sydney...But there's more to know.'
Ben Fordam has been speaking out, on the covid dictates
Roundabout on where the science meets the facts
Whether it's all altruistic.? Or do some just act?
Also acts that block, that rile and shock; that lay down demands
That cost a lot..' Much production is de-railed; Aussie
Dreams now are ships with tattered sails, I hear that Ben is
Triple vaxed.. ) an early advocate, was his shout not so lax.'
Yet now he'll listen to anti-views ' To me that rings like
Dinkum news.' He' on facebook; and also twitter He's
A sounding board; and I'd reckon, a real heavy hitter.'
I haven't met the man as yet.' But I like the idea that
He's listening, and talking.' that's the part I really get.!
Go for it Ben,.' I will also here give mention to another
Australian heveyweight journalist Andrew Bolt a legend
In his time and this field, who has been questioning things
And even resigned, from the official endorsed media he
Was involved in, If I get time I will do him in a piece also '
A swinging sixties chick was I dressed head to toe in Biba
Miniskirts my mother loathed and free love too, so I was told
Music of choice was Motown and Soul that played upon my radio
At weekends tuned to Saturday Club a programme never missed
Radio Luxembourg each night, though signal crackled and hissed
Reception was weak as twilight approached, with my radio under my sheet
At the foot of the stairs Mum’s voice could be heard
“Turn that radio off, and go to sleep”
In ‘62 a pirate ship launched off the Essex coast
Radio Caroline was her name, with young DJ’s as programme hosts
Innovators of their time, played songs we loved the most
Enjoying the challenge, but taking a risk each time they went ashore
Deemed illegal ~ no license had they, so were technically breaking the law
Trailblazing times enhancing our lives, playing songs never heard of before
these songs were the soundtracks of my youth
these songs I love and adore...
Tony Blackburn their first DJ; a handsome young fella back in the day
The first DJ to spin his discs whilst bobbing around on the pirate ships
At 77 still playing his songs and boring the nation with corny quips
on ‘Sounds of the Sixties’ every Saturday morn
he plays the tunes
I singalong...
I sent a request for his 'Magic Moments' spot
feeling sure it would end up in his 'magic melting pot'
Our 'Magic Moment' in '63, as we danced the night away
at the Regent Ballroom, Brighton, on a floor made of wooden parquet
was it love at first sight on a midsummer’s night
by the light of the silvery moon...
As we danced to the Chiffons 'He’s so Fine' it became our special tune
When Tony played our 'Magic Moment' on his radio show
I could hardly believe my ears
then my eyes filled up with tears
for my darling he has gone ~ for he died ten years ago
Written on 1st December 2018
after hearing my request played upon the Radio...
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Stumbling I've seen the price,
Of not answering the call,
In touch with the Holy Spirit,
I've seen the love within us all,
I have been in the company,
Of the one who brushed sin away,
He is beautiful, loving and kind,
He asked me if I'd like to shape clay,
Now to this day I have studied,
I have shared in great fellowship,
I have tried to capture the truth,
Praying and fasting in loving worship,
And lessons I learn and share,
Combined with the life I have led,
I hitched over twenty thousand miles,
And people around the world I've met,
I have worked in ivory towers,
Had a radio show across the land,
But I have also been a laborer,
Who worked until I could hardly stand,
Trained in real estate regulations,
Insurance and securities rules too,
But I've also been a garbage man,
And begged for my dinner a time or two,
The blessings of this up and down life,
Where I've been up and down so many times,
I now know the benefits of this strife,
It's helped me understand my crimes,
Those times so full of arrogance,
Where I hurt those who I hardly knew,
But even worse were the sad times,
When I hurt those I professed love to,
I was weak and tired but I tried to stand,
Not worthy but the Lord gave me power,
When I followed his simple loving way,
Then Holy blessings were like a shower,
The more I reach to understand,
What the Lord would have me do,
And to answer the call of the Lord,
I am always led right back to you,
I am not sure what I can share,
For I've seen the world good and bad,
And all people need to be spared,
To be blessed with all they need to have,
The family here and reminiscing.
Hats, horns, ready for midnight kissing.
But no, not this year, not meant to be.
As sudden high winds tore through our trees.
The windows shook, a frightening storm!,
So, this year, no chance for hats and horns.
At nine o’clock, we lost all electrical power!
As the rain was vicious, more than a shower.
With deep regret, I sent my family home.
Then in the dark for a lantern I did roam!
The room lit up as I frantically desired,
But alas lost the central heating fire.
The temperature in the room began to drop,
This storm, indeed,a true powerpop.
I found an ancient, portable radio.
Found a tepid Las Vegas radio show.
My cat leaped up on my warm tummy.
Upon a plaid blanket comfy and fluffy.
My Guardian angel protected my family
from harm.
As a tree fell on the darkened road in the
winds and rainstorm.
So, dearest poets, I decided to call it a night.
Hopefully, next year’s New Years won’t be lonely,
but brimming with love and light.
1/1/2023
Autobiographical poem. PR
Being a lover of the classics
my show would be classically true
all the great composers would play
to lift listeners hearts that I would do
Raise the profile of young and new
these future prospects would perform
grabbing hold of today's audience
showing that this music is the norm
From dawn to dusk on the air
interviewing real classical talent
Mutter, Benedetti, Bocelli, Netrebko
just a few to get classical pulses sent
So that would be my show
loving every minute of it all
to bring pleasure to the many
music at it's height supremely tall
AUTHOR NOTES:
Just some thoughts if I had the opportunity to have my own radio show
and what I would want it to be.
Looking in each other’s eyes
we’d have what I like to call,
completely competitive conversations.
Nether one of us conceding the point.
Back in the day,
this would go on until
one of us would pull out a joint.
Not exactly a peace offering.
But it was an excuse to call a truce.
Putting us in a relaxed the mood,
as both of us wanted to get screwed.
The wild animal in us needed to get lose.
So, we would put that good high to use.
That night, the music was just right,
and we didn’t always turn off the lights.
After three or four rounds of marathon love making.
Creative animal calls
and neighbors banging on the walls.
Nine months later,
my son was born,
as the result of two people having a good time.
We found shelter in the Radio show
called the Quiet Storm.
Now some may think
this a little bit tame.
And others will think
this just a little bit insane.
How our conversations
would end up with us
passionately calling each other’s name.
If i had a million dollars
every three months
and my job was to spend it on awards for those
who do random acts of kindness and good deeds
unknownst to them they are about to be rewarded
i would take pride in my work
Soo what some Hollywood actor won the same prise as they did last year
and i saw them in fifteen movies that sucked
but this
this is for everyday people
not a radio show of how many worms you eat
but me handing out awards
to those worthy of an award in the communities around us
many can apply, but you need all the proof
I will need lawyers involved to verify these claims are true
perhaps letter after letter could be investigated
or hey maybe even if instead of studying the community to see how generous it
was
what if someone opened the door for you and they got an award for door opening
and a prise!
thats right folks
just by living your life and being nice
my prize patrol which is set off only when you pull off the secret surprise holiday
that the riddle of the music industry and movies challenges society to pull off
then money bags comes out with his prize patrol
and the surprise holiday of
door openings for each other
house buildings
letters written to others worthy of being recognized wether it be for writing, pottery,
or just plain common decency
and the object of the game is to pull of the secret group effort
the music and media persuades in the music
near an existing holiday for points, or around a time when it is needed
so I'll need a bank
i don't think society can pull off
what id have music ask them do
and then if they did
my awards and prise patrol
and no one would know
because it would all be covered up in the holiday magic
but yet
it would be all over the newspaper
and the television
instead of watching the same fifty brilliant actors slurr the next sentence they
don't mean
nor care for as they slave away
and they are eligible for the same awards as everyone else
There Einstein
If i had 4 million dollars a year
at least
id take you all on one heck of a ride
but you better think twice
and you better be nice
or money bags will give you fifteen minutes of fame
but you have to earn your award
your prise
and your fifteen minutes of fame somehow
Cell phones to the right,
cell phones to the left,
cell phones, cell phones
everywhere I look.
Red alert, stop listen!
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
cell phones, why so many.
Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones
there you can't escape
from them.
I say to myself, the restroom,
no one would dare,
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone
talking to me, I answer them,
oh sorry sir, didn't know you
were on your cell phone.
Oh so many,
shut up and walk.
Do away with cell phones
and it would be like
the crash of "29".
People need cell phones
sometimes they're nice
to have, but so many
cell phones.
As the old saying goes,
if you can't lick'em'
join them.
Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,
Hello, hello, oh that's
you mert. #
refering to fiber mcgee and molly radio show. #
wrote 1-19-07 I hope I didn't offend anyone.