Disco Music
Strobe light looks like moon-sun.
Halo lights of red, blue, yellow, green.
He wears classic Saturday Night Fever white.
She has a white flower in her hair,
head and hips swivel;
one-strapped red dress.
He points with hands over head.
Ballroom floor bittersweet-blue.
Celebration of disco music.
I was dressed in strapless purple.
Burned my bra.
This stamp doesn’t nearly catch
the falderal - not the nasal and falsetto
of the Bee Gees, nor the confident swagger
of Tony Manero. I will survive, my motto.
The couple on this stamp look too happy,
too peppy, maybe preppy, almost ‘50’s.
I remember the crowds, the loudness,
the vulnerability, the period; that Mom
had me ask Dad for money to go.
They let me. Strobe light shadows
of chiaroscuro amidst flashy night.
The stamp is too clean cut.
Gonna let you all in on a little secret
My real name isn't Jack at all
Charles is the name I was christened with
A late change caused a huge falderal
My seven older sisters ended up in a furor
A last minute change by my dad
Didn't go over well with the seven of them
So this joyful event became sad
His reason for making this last minute change
Was to honour his brother Charley
Who died a big hero in the first World War
Sisters thought the change was too tardy
So they decided to call me Jack anyway
In spite of dad's last minute switch
His reason for making this admirable change
Wasn't reason to change their wish
So keep on calling me Jack my good friendies
It's stuck with me for 87 years
If you call me Charles, I can certainly guarantee
Won't answer unless I've had too many beers!
True story!
Do you think ignorant
cockroaches we are?
You, celebrating victory
in an expensive car?
Be careful, your arrogance
may make you once again fall.
Better create another story
to fool the falderal!
Censorship of those who
don't think like you?
Who are you Hitler~ who
killed millions of Jews?
We are a free country, no
desire to be China.
But you can move there,
and find out if Communism
Is finah!
You can go green as the
grass in Kentucky.
Take your broken Texas windmills
with you, so cool and plucky.
Please respect all Americans,
both black and white.
For we are all equal day and
night.
These are simple American
rules.
Even children know them,
in grade school.
We will survive because we
know how to be free.
We are a nation of democracy,
not tyranny!
2-18-2021
~2~
Gonna let you all in on a little secret
My real name isn't Jack at all
Charles is the name I was christened with
A late change caused a huge falderal
My seven older sisters ended up in a furor
A last minute change by my dad
Didn't go over well with the seven of them
So this joyful event became sad
His reason for making this last minute change
Was to honour his brother Charley
Who died a big hero in the first World War
Sisters thought the change was too tardy
So they decided to call me Jack anyway
In spite of dad's last minute switch
His reason for making this admirable change
Wasn't reason to change their wish
So keep on calling me Jack my good friendlies
It's stuck with me for 79 years
If you call me Charles, I can certainly guarantee
Won't answer unless I've had too many beers!
True story!
© Jack Ellison 2015
What senseless things we oft times say, when love has softened and caressed the way
Wise words sound as folly and falderal ,Gibberish N' hoopla,untrusted words spoken by trusted souls.
Not father nor brother not friend neither foe,can tell new lovers what the heart bestow.
Brains doth scatter when love is claimed,hot blood pumping throughout the veins.
Must young loves passion, peek then fall,or back them up against the wall?
Before they can clearly see,loves request not meant to be.?
When tried and proven,through test of time when all is said and all is done.
When beauties gone and nothings left, But patience love and diligence.
It is then and only then, that You can know when love has won.
So yes young lovers ears are deaf,the drum that beats within their chest
will in the end be judge to test.What is good and what is best,for now just
let it be-rest.
Soothsayer or see-ers can never tell; The fate of young lovers, when love goes stale.
Indifference now will destroy the marrow.If love ever turns to sorrow, Never again can theirs be bliss,
As long as the smallest spark still lit.Love won't give up and love won't quit.