My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand
whether shapely straight as a clarinet
or conical as a saxaphone. He blows
through a woody-reed, his tongue
not lashing at us, but conditioned
to musically relay his love for us.
My Dad! My Dad with hands so grand.
They put together a Hammond organ.
His feet so cheerfully press the pedals,
his fingers twinkle across the keys.
Whatever instrument, he sings to us;
his voice good enough for us. Occasionally,
my Dad would get mad, lash out, but
it was not his habit. He is compassionate.
He’d keep quiet, and quietly entertain.
Categories:
hammond, fathers day,
Form: Free verse
WAS IT U? Tony Adamo
Under the stars, were Jelly roll Morton rolls, carnival lights twinkling,
like flowers glowing brightly in the night.
Candy-bright sugar moments,
pop like gumdrops,
a sweet melody we all know.
Graffiti dreams paint the walls,
hip-hop rhythms,
jumping over a yellow moon,
Chet Baker's notes float,
alive in the air,
the Hammond B-3 sings its soul,
freestyle, free heart, diggin' to write a jazz chart,
we dance until dawn,
lost in the Latin rhythms of last night.
Categories:
hammond, spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word
The visiting doctor, the pediatrician,
the family man - came and played
He played on our Hammond organ,
sat on the storage bench, opened
one of the books. Those compassionate fingers
ran across the keys and leapt into our memories.
My sister was home sick, and he came
and he cared for her and pleasurable
was his visit, as my mom would recall for us.
Categories:
hammond, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
lined up tall to small —
tailored suit on middle child.
Brady Bunch dress on sisters.
the Hammond organ,
put together by our dad —
the masterpiece behind us.
my mind’s eye opens
the bench, practice chart on keys,
wiggle of toes and fingers.
i flip old pages
with eyes closed. I see the song:
Merrily We Roll Along
we’re only self-taught.
the silly keys and chords squawk.
how i long to touch the past!
i’d find room for you,
with each grandchild cheering you,
near the sunlit window panes.
the Hammond organ
built by your great-grandfather —
the masterpiece behind you.
lined up tall to small,
i’d bless your fingers and toes
and let you find your own song.
4/30/2019
Categories:
hammond, family, music,
Form: Sedoka
CONTENTMENT IN FAMILY CONCERTO
Dabbles in music, tooting on clarinet.
His pipe medley alongside a wicker chair.
Dynamically plays broadway tunes,
As
We
Kids
Lean
On
His
Knee.
I can smell the tobacco aroma,
And
See
Smoke
Haloes.
The Hammond organ in the living room,
An instrument assembled by dad,
Produces pleasure though no geniuses.
While dad practices for hours every day,
On his brilliant woodwind descendant,
Masterful in his eighty year old hands,
No audience
Except for an occasional family solo.
Dad’s an enigma,
Deaf to tooting horns,
His own.
6/18/2017 Father’s Day
Categories:
hammond, dad, music,
Form: Free verse
The world is run by tyrants who don't really care
Like the Cameron's the Clinton's the Bush's and especially Tory Blair
These warmongers ruin lives and destroy communities
And they all should spend life in prison doing toilet duties
People are coming together realising where it went wrong
United in solidarity is what'll make the people strong
We need to keep up the momentum and push for fairer times
And stop the evil Tories committing heinous crimes
Because under the current Tory rule it's caused a lot of pain
Theresa May and Hammond I look down on in distain
Giving tax breaks and subsidies to their Etonian chums
While offering the poor and vulnerable only loose change and crumbs
So why do we accept homelessness and foodbanks today
While the rich quaff shampers on luxury yacht's far away
Because under the current system it only benefits a few
So people need to suffer and that includes me and you
The world is run by tyrants who don't really care
Like the Cameron's the Clinton's the Bush's and especially Tory Blair
These warmongers ruin lives and destroy communities
And they all should spend life in prison doing toilet duties
Categories:
hammond, corruption, humanity, political, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
Louisiana on my brain
As I’m arriving in my city of Hammond / Ponchatoula
All I see is a delightful town .
I see the beautiful peaceful swamps.
I see the beautiful bridge that scares me.
They call Louisiana the poorest state.
But I say it’s a special state.
The home of the strawberry festival in Ponchatoula
The home of LSU
The home of the Lions/Lady lions in Hammond
The home of the Brown Pelican
And the home of Mardi Gra.
Louisiana isn’t a ghetto story that we talk about .
It’s a place to be peaceful and have good times together.
The swamp tells us that we should have hope and faith in us and everyone we love and respect.
Louisiana is an ambitious state that holds on our generation to generations and to generations.
I’m glad that Louisiana has given me talent.
It ain’t about the grass being greener it’s about knowing what to do and how to make the grass getting greener to grow and rises.
Louisiana is my roots
Louisiana is my blood
Louisiana is my growth.
Louisiana is my love.
Louisiana is my heart to my kin.
And Louisiana is my spirituality when I demise and go up to Heaven to join my dearly beloved Uncle Clarence of Savior.
Categories:
hammond, adventure, beautiful, black african
Form: I do not know?
Grey was his wig and angry was his mood
On that fateful day I served him his food.
The sudden silence in his court was deafening and
Oh, it remained so till the very end.
He wasn't prepared to listen to me
Even when all things proved my innocence.
Lawyer Hammond, thanks for making him now see.
Later, I'll apologize for saying the first letters vertically!
Categories:
hammond, funny,
Form: I do not know?
I woke up weak, wet and
worried on this sorry Sunday,
Rosie and some friends came to
wine and dine on Saturday.
I still had my Spandex boxers on
though it’s smelling and soaked
I realy need a gig to take me to
the kitchen.. I am choked.
I used to hate exuberance,
excessiveness and egomania;
how on earth did I got insane…
drowning in insomnia.
Do I need a Listerine soaked
tissue to clear the mess on my
body?
Tid-bits and memories of last
night might affect my... study.
It’s like Dire Straits was having a
crazy concert in my head
I saw Lunar Craters in the space
I used to have my bed.
Is this real? I mean the these
UFOs and
wormholes,
or is my eyes drifting away from
reality… drunk with bowls?
It was a crazy campfire; with
friends from Hammond,
clearing up the mess was… as
hard as almond.
I needed some pills to douse the
pain I felt after the clean up,
I just can’t imagine myself
getting so messed up.
Categories:
hammond, adventure, confusioncrazy,
Form: Rhyme
Heaven’s to Mergetroid, what dire straights had the moon men gotten themselves into this time? Lunar craters were filling with nuclear waste and there was not a friend to be found at the convention. The UFO (Unified Foreign Oscillators) team was too busy singing itself silly in the far corner around the Hammond organ. It was a regular wine and dine of vacuum salesmen with dozens of oxygen masks, slamming traditional medicine and promoting laughter, pushing the sucking of gas vapors through a straw! Each new sale brought forth new tid-bits of bad breath and gafaws. The Listerine soaked tissues drifting in on silver trays from the kitchen were bound to quell the stench! Rosie the robotic maid yanked the club Presidents spandex boxer shorts up so high he squealed with pleasure! The robot bouncers had to launch wormholes into the raucous crowd to thin them out. Those still standing after that gig would have the dislocated jaws from laughing after having taken their medicine.
Categories:
hammond, funny, imagination,
Form: Narrative
In Dire Straits we now find Rosie,
Sitting with Hammond in her kitchen, cozy.
If only she'd taken her pain medicine
Gone with friends to the UFO convention,
Then she wouldn't be doing the wine and dine,
Scared of this vacuum salesmans intention.
He says he wears spandex boxer shorts
His cologne smells like nuclear waste of some sort,
And his complexion looks like lunar craters,
While his smile reminds her of an alligator's.
The conversation keeps drifting, from wormholes to insomnia,
With tidbits of insanity to help her diagnose schizophrenia.
Hitchcock would really have enjoyed this gig.
Will Rosie survive? Is Hammond "The Ripper"? Tune in tomorrow,
For the next exciting episode "The Issue of the Listerine Soaked Tissue".
Categories:
hammond, funny
Form: Verse
I hear Bells when I take my medicine.
Mr. Tom Bell was a great poetry friend.
UFO’s we always seen.
In our poems people just thought we were crazy.
Insomnia we have always had.
Nuclear waste was in our trash.
He used to tell me about Rosie in the kitchen back in the day.
Then each gig of Hammond and Dire Straits.
We always wanted a convention so every one can meet and play.
Drifting pain like lunar caters.
A vacuum salesman with spandex boxer shorts.
Tom beat the tid-bits then put Listerine soaked tissues under shots.
I miss you Tom Bell
JackReed3
Categories:
hammond, dedication
Form: Narrative
Rosie played the Hammond Organ at the church
This week she left us in a real lurch
For Rosie went off with one of those vaccum salesmen
Who turned her eye wearing Spandex boxer shorts on tight skin
The choir director will be in dire straits
Because a mouse built his house in the organ with his mate
We placed a listern soaked tissue in there
Hoping it will stink those meese away __that pair
Now Rosie's husband is one medicine for insomnia and emotional pain
He's drifting in and out of being nearly insane
I heard some tid bits the other day
At the convention for women only what can I say
Well this is it, "Rosie's now playing gigs
At the "Wormholes" all night club where truckers park their own rig."
It's right next to those lunar craters
Where in their kitchen at night the vacuum salesman peels potatoes
That night they saw a UFO land and steal nuclear waste
And this was beyond half-past eight
When Rosie wined and dined her friends
She told them the whole weird story..The End..
Believe it or not your choice....
Categories:
hammond, fantasy, funny, imaginationnight, night,
Form: Couplet
For a contest by Catie Lindsey called: Wacky Weekend Challenge
Where the objective is to use a given set of Wacky words.
Thanks Catie!!
Dire Straits had a gig at the convention center and a UFO flew across the arena.
The band members and aliens were all wearing hot pink spandex boxer shorts,
which took me back to the eighties for a quick trip.
The band sponsored a wine and dine with a few finger food, tid bits after the concert.
My friends and Rosie Hammond, a vacuum salesman decided we would go to the
party. After wine and my pain medicine, I was drifting between insomnia and
dreaming about nuclear waste in the lunar craters. I knew I should go to the kitchen
for a cup of Joe and I met "Pinky" the alien creating art from a plank with worm
holes, a fossilized beauty. Pinky had to be home due to his curfew and as he flew
over us in the UFO, he threw out listerine soaked tissue right into my drink!!
I decided to call it a night...
Categories:
hammond, funny, on writing and
Form: Light Verse
Dire Straits met Rosie in her kitchen, wearing only a pair of Spandex boxer shorts.
As friends, they had gone to Hammond, IN to see the UFO Convention. There they
were amazed by exhibits about lunar craters and wormholes, as well as how some
scientists advocated using nuclear waste as a new type of rocket fuel.
Afterward, they went to wine and dine at Tid-Bits, a bar and grill where Dire had once
did a gig as a DJ.
Tonight, however, Rosie was bothered by insomnia. Whatever medicine she took to try
to alleviate it just left her drifting in pain.
When Dire came in, he reminded her of her appointment the next day with two vacuum
salesmen. "Perhaps it's your nervousness about that meeting that is keeping you awake", he
said.
"You may be right Dire, and the running around today didn't help any. I'll call them to
reschedule the appointment."
They sat down on the sofa to watch some TV, and Rosie nodded off to sleep during a
commercial for the new Listerine soaked tissue.
Categories:
hammond, fantasy, friendship, funny, imagination
Form: Narrative
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