This songwriter came from the New Jersey town of Paramus.
He had one 1977 hit song that made him famous.
With cute lyrics and a catchy tune considered swell,
his release titled "Ariel" climbed the charts quite well.
Despite his instrument playing and songwriting skill,
that would be the only hit produced from his mill.
He would meet Denise Marsa on the other side of the ocean.
"Lucky Stars" was the duet they recorded full of emotion.
As a composer, he still remains prolific.
Up to today, many consider him terrific.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
friedman, dedication, music, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
While channel two was signing off the air,
there was the rocket’s red glare
and the bombs bursting in air.
Where did you and Ariel go from there?
That was a nice tale you told.
Now it is over thirty years old.
You seemed happy as a lark
after the day you met her at Paramus Park.
Yes, Ariel was a girl you would adore.
Dean, could you tell us about her a little more?
Based on the 1978 hit song “Ariel” by Dean Friedman.
Categories:
friedman, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: Rhyme
In hopes it's free
You call
You call
Ask all the
Right things
Then go in for
The kill
But I guess
You never
Taken an
Economics class
'Cause there's
No such thing
As a free lunch
Categories:
friedman, life
Form: I do not know?
six million stones
a railroad car streaked red
a thousand astrodomes
swollen with dead children
the population of houston
dallas wiped out
ugly striped prison uniforms
signifying captures and escapes
martin luther as a bigot
bonhoeffer as a hero
dying days before the
liberation
faces from rwanda darfur
signaling the continuance
of a tradition of genocide
a danish fishing boat
hiding neighbors in a
fake bottom to escape
a wicked storming
the pictures of happy
proud loving families
bludgeoned in broken glass
a soft cloth golden star
like a slave branding
pulsating with hatred and
judgement harsher than
the ornate letter a for hester
1500000 butterflies
sewn drawn carved
remembering
the children who lost
their lives in the
Holocaust
"Butterflies don't live in here, here in the ghetto" Pavel Friedman, April, l942
Written after a visit to The Holocaust Museum of Houston
Categories:
friedman, death, family, history, political,
Form: Free verse
Do you know
about the U.F.O. ?
Have you ever seen
a strange flying machine?
Questions to ask.
Answers that mask
the unknown, the mystery
of otherworld history.
Man cannot fly
was once the cry.
The world is flat.
Now ... imagine that!
Truth you must face
of an alien race
may mean
man is not supreme.
Project Bluebook did not deny
that many strange things over earth can fly.
It only said that none were a threat.
So, after forty years we get
perfect resistance
to explain their existence.
Thanks to Betty and Barney Hill
and Stanton Friedman who still
with thousands of other sighters
remain government fighters
that someday we may all know
the true reality of a U.F.O.
Categories:
friedman, hope, mystery, science,
Form: Couplet