Quick clay
A dog sent in
Looking for survivors
Given the last hug?
Hunting for people
Silent in quick clay
In a delivery room
She was real and she was perfect
Stillborn
A song played in the room next door
Dobie Gray – «Drift Away»
No beat
A wreck on the highway
Knocking on heaven’s door
A graveyard shift
Knocking on the door
Silence broken by
Slow steps
A ship in distress
A chopper sent in
Looking for survivors
A doctor thinking
The silent ones can wait in
The cruel sea
The room was bright
The respirator turned off
Death was pronounced
The body wheeled away
The room cleaned and disinfected
Nobody should die alone
The shelves is almost empty, the fridge too
The christmas gifts hide under the tree
Few in number, all wrapped up in blue
Nobody tells her to get up and dance
Nobody tells her to sing, sing «Silent Night»
All is not calm, all is not bright
I hear bells ringing
I hear choirs singing
All is not calm
All is not bright
Shine a little light on
The silent ones
Lee is a beatnik all right, the seventy year olds agreed
he was lying in the grass, playing bongos next to his weed
as chill as we had ever seen Maynard on Dobie Gillis too
We was singing a weird slow song, name I had no clue
what do we do with him? someone wanted to know
Do we ask him to leave? Will he be complaint and go?
it would not hurt any of you to take a hint from Chet one said.
You are mostly Type A’s, could you try to be C’s instead?
I wanted to try, so I sat down and began humming a song.
The others tried to stop me, for my singing voice is wrong.
Then I began to drum, but a rhythm does not come from me.
I finally read a book, sitting next to the beatnik, Lee.
nameless dobie shepherd
shot ten times with a bb gun
just because he wanted food
his owners thew him in the
woods when he was eight months
old, but alas, they underestimated
his will to survive and to live
nameless dobie shepherd
collapsed on front doorstep
after he prayed apparently
i gave him water and i fed
him leftover grilled chicken
he licked my writing hand in
gratitude and weakly stumbled
in my home
i called my connect at the vet,
and she nursed nameless dobie
shepherd back to health
now he is a handful and a
joymaker in the lives of many
for he pays it forward by helping
me help other lost, abandonned
souls
The Honeymooners
Burns & Allen
Mister Ed, Mork & Mindy
My Favorite Martian, My Three Sons
Sergeant Bilko, Dobie Gillis
O, for the shows that used to thrill us
You Bet Your Life, the Jack Benny Show
I can't list more ~ they're all I know
Sickening sweet smell of marijuana
A young guy with a super grin playing bongos
I had never seen that in real life, just on Dobie Gillis.
Come on up! My free-minded cousin said.
There were beds, but they were occupied.
I did not know people sleep during the day.
Being from the Midwest, this was all new
Are these your roommates? I asked her.
Just people, she told me.
I changed into my swimming suit,
Because I was in San Francisco,
And I thought there would be a beach
Someone started a sing-along in the living room.
I was intrigued; this was freedom I had never seen.
We’ll swim tomorrow, my cousin promised.
We never got to the beach
But I saw S Street
And I met real hippies
I found out my zodiac sign
And I learned I have gold in my eyes.
Someone called me an old soul.
It was 1968 I was sixteen.
And it was enough.
Richard Burton
was uncertain
if Liz Taylor cried
Fred Astaire
liked Ginger Rogers'
graceful derriere
Ricky Ricardo
said 'I Love Lucy'
Those two had a ball
Superman or 'Mr. Kent'
for Lois Lane
was never meant
Archie Bunker
loved fawning Edith
despite her awkward clunkers
Mister Ed
had fun with W-I-L-B-U-R
playing mind games with his head
Dobie Gillis
dreamed of girls
pity, he had no pearls
Dick Van Dyke
was never sure
'bout Mary Tyler Moore
Julie Andrews
stole his heart
in Mary Poppins' part
Old George Burns
wife was spacy ~
'Say Goodnight, Gracie!'
Quick clay
A dog sent in
Looking for survivors
Given the last hug?
Hunting for people
Silent in quick clay
In a delivery room
She was real and she was perfect
Stillborn
A song played in the room next door
Dobie Gray – Drift away
No beat
A wreck on the highway
Knocking on heaven’s door
A graveyard shift
Knocking on the door
Silence broken
Slow steps
A ship in distress
A chopper sent in
Looking for survivors
A doctor thinking
The silent ones can wait
In the cruel sea
The room was bright
The respirator turned off
Death was pronounced
The body wheeled away
The room cleaned and disinfected
Nobody should die alone
The seats are empty
Nobody tells me to shut up
And dance
Nobody tells me to leave this behind
And sing
One more song
Was his theme song to his life story
An old record...from present to history
A soundtrack
To any sidetrack...on his block
To his black...and back from his black
He knew the words
As though he had written them
He loved the melody...it composed him
As though he was the instrument
The best swing of his golf club...on the green!
His heart melted...it consumed him
And nothing mattered
Or even existed...for he was lost
He was overcome
By a force he couldn’t fathom
But that he couln't deny and he openly welcomed
It drove his soul to the highway and beyond
It abandoned his inhibitions
It stripped him off his pride
The excitement returned him to child
To innocence...to how he met my mother
Time stood still
Nothing existed...through the chorus
It posessed him utterly and completely
Only when he reached the climax
Did he think all this naive
But I saw his withdrawing tears
His raw menhood...his true blood
And for a song duration
We connected a generation
Father and son...through Dobie Gray
Happy Father’s Day
Ngoma Sr.
Got a party coming up
I need to learn some moves
so I listened to the all-time greats
for tips on how to groove.
These music legends from times past
should know the moves to use
but what they say is conflicting
and now I'm just confused.
Curtis Mayfield sang 'move on up'
Dobie Gray sang 'get on down'
but someone else says 'get on up'
can't argue with James Brown.
'Let your backbone slip' says Otis Redding
(he sat on the dock)
but last time that I tried that move
the darned thing went and locked.
Chubby Checker did the twist
but that just gives me gyp,
Van Halen reckon I should jump
more likely that I'll trip.
On second thoughts, I'll sit it out,
ignore the dance floor action.
If I take on all of this advice
I'll just end up in traction.
Some dancers are pure naturals
it's how their body's wired,
in my case it's much simpler-
I'm getting old.
And tired.
Obi Wan Kenobi
Said “dooby do be dobie”
He wasn’t one but nearly two
And didn’t know just what to do
In his brownie, Kenobi robe(y)
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