I found it behind an old work bench, water stained and curled on the corners, looking as forgotten as an out-of-luck beggar. But like in the beggar's eyes, there was a past that was full of hope and still warm memories. My sister's college collage of collective consolations; hugs from home for the lonely days, those that come on the "in between" years when sometimes we just want to be a kid again. There were half unglued photos of home and vacations, and clips of
Fabian, Elvis, Ricky Nelson, the Beatles, the Stones, and a peace sign. Ha, in the corner, there was an old photo of me kissing her on the cheek (Mom said to) - I was seven and she was five. Funny, I didn't even think she liked me much...
Categories:
fabian, memory,
Form: Prose Poetry
He is Sir Fabulous Fabian
Supporting a neighbor lesbian,
Whose name is either Miss Bibian
Or one that sounds much like Vivian;
Would by the neck her haters grab
And force them to board a fast cab…
I had my firm question for Fab:
“if he would butcher on a slab,
Who with charcoal lesbian’s face dab”
“No! I should like robbers them nab
And treat them like a novel drab!”
I feared Fabian could do much worse
That might at last warrant A Nurse!
So different from fellow knight
Protecting Miss Bibian all night
Kind to lesbian Sir Fabian,
She would say in French ‘Tres Bien.’
Categories:
fabian, character, conflict, devotion, women,
Form: Rhyme
the raindrops commit suicide on the window
as if they wanted to wash the goodbye signs
with the blood of the water,
- the rain today carries swords like a samurai,
kills the morning
the horizon is a simple bandana tied up on the eyes,
don't worry, in case if you don”t come
i will understand, - we will be others,
with their words,
their lips, their smell
their mornings, - sometimes
dressed up in discreet clothes sometimes naked
on the knees,
or dragging our elbows (as in a war)
elbows gnawed by others like us,
their rain
will bring back the good splashes
for the lonely one like us,
not the single one
in a blister of days,
finally
it's raining
Categories:
fabian, 2nd grade, allah, angst,
Form: Free verse
I received a ticket to the land of never happened,
not knowing how to find its non-end
I flew until landed on an eyelid,
- you were standing still,
then I thought,
to be able to stand face to face,
let”s carve the gate of the kissless,
- we have eyes, we have,
we flow into them like a river of milk,
eye to eye, lip to lip, - no kiss,
like marble statues, we remain devoted to innocence,
we keep it as holy water,
we drink it without wetting our lips,
without being crazy to kiss when the village burns,
and instead of the table of silence
we better carve the table of non-silence
- everything will be perfect,
without struggling in our own nets,
we hide in one eye, small, small,
unseen and beautiful,
when the unlived would see us
so cute, and quiet,
quite,
like two fireflies,
would let us,
it would let us play between your eyebrows,
*
and we played,
we played with two strands of grass,
the grass of never happened,
it was sweet
so sweet
that the insomnia of a poem struck us,
(already written by the other eye,
it does not matter
when I already had a ticket to the land of never happened)
Categories:
fabian, allah, bangla, baseball, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
Rock n Roll
Rock n roll
Do the stroll
The sounds of the 50’s and 60’s
Elvis Presley singing about “Hound Dog”
Girls screaming at his feet,
Elvis “The King”
Rock n roll
Has that beat
Frankie Avalon singing “Venus”
Bobby Rydell, you can’t “Forget Him”,
Fabian, well we know what he wants
“Turn Me Loose”
Rock n roll
Jerry Lee Lewis has “Great Balls of Fire”
He’s hitting those piano keys with his shoes
Then there’s the man from New Orleans
Singing about “Blueberry Hill”
That’s the one and only Fats Domino
Then the Beattles come on the scene
The British Invasion
“I Want to Hold Your Hand”
The BeeGees arrive from Australia
“The Lights are On in Massachusetts”
The Dave Clark Five and the Herman Hermits
The Rolling Stones make a big hit
That’s what rock n roll is
That’s the sound, that’s the beat
It gets you on your feet
That’s Rock n Roll.
Celine Rose Mariotti
Categories:
fabian, music, song,
Form: Free verse
My old forty fives lie dormant in my attic
There were so many one hit wonders in our time
I lived my youth listening to music
As Troy Shondell moaned “This Time”
When Robin Luke sang “Susie Darlin’”
The Bobettes had “Mr. Lee”
“Shout, Shout, Knock Yourself Out”
Lolita’s “Sailor, Your Home is the Sea”
Claudine Clark wailed “Party Lights”
Ral Donner crooned “Please Don’t Go”
The Exciters said “Tell Him”
Travis and Bob said “Tell Him No”
“Mission Bell” by Donnie Brooks
“One Tin Soldier”, Coven said it all
Russ Hamilton sang “Rainbow”
“Baby, The Rain Must Fall”
“Sorry, I Ran All The Way Home”
The Rocky Fellers Sang “Killer Joe”
Corsairs crooned “Smoky Places”
Bob Moore sang about “Mexico”
There must be 10, 000 one hit wonders
Don’t know which ones to choose
Still love “Let’s think About Livin’”
And the Fendermen’s “Mule Skinner Blues”
I remembered watching the Hit Parade
“Cindy Oh Cindy” and “Marianne”
“To Know Him Is To Love Him”
"Like a Tiger" by Fabian.
Categories:
fabian, music, nostalgialove,
Form: Rhyme