Welcome to Part 10 of my Mr. Ed series, where we further explore the legacy of this horse, whose influence continues to reverberate through the ages.
Devastated, distracted, what can I do?
The New York Times, read "Made into Glue".
So deep is my remorse,
Mr. Ed, my favorite horse.
A humble soul, he would not talk,
if he had nothing to say when taken to walk.
I speak of Mr. Ed, of course,
a noble man (or horse).
They took him to water, but did they think
that the gentle soul would ever drink
in response to force?
Mr. Ed, my favorite horse.
A teen aesthete
wanders to the soul bartering crossroads
down from where the bus let off.
Gathering weeds and stray flowers
of windblown cemetery seeds.
To make a shrine, self inspired,
at the wayside of God.
To lend by ritual, and evocation
the passage of their development
lonely and gifted.
Shrugging off the ubiquitous pack
and taking from within; magical finds
discovered during cherished playtimes.
Collected in a self-adorned shoe box.
Things gleaned from treasure hunts
and fantastic pursuits.
A cache of light:
cat's eye marbles, chandelier crystals,
blue, clear, and green, sea glass
rolled and shaped by cousin sands.
Dull till spit wetted, salt licked.
By wave defying bravery
a pluck of pebble or sunny glimmer.
Run to Mom for her glamor, and approval.
Brought home in playful pockets
from beaches and picnics.
Now artfully laid in tearful grief.
Creating a mosaic of introspection.
The last to set in place
a paint chipped, wooden, geometric
puzzle piece.
An icon of fractured lullabies.
A dream ending; bare feet,
wet pajamas, and a long car ride.
The Icon
A famous actor is dead, we viewers
saw him decorously dead in a bed
I have seen this actor in movies playing
handsome cowboy, nothing rugged
no jaw clenched or hateful snarling
White smile when on horseback
The sainted Guardian interviews others
stars, who loved him
An actress, who, during filming, saw him
Every day, yes, he was the greatest
wondered why she didn't fall in love
One worships an Icon
Bugs Bunny
was New York smartass funny:
he showed no fondness for parrots,
but was well-disposed towards carrots.
I dislike to change
my picture or my icon
you knew what I meant
Jackie Robinson and I go way way back
To the spring of nineteen forty-six
A Montreal ballpark on a April afternoon
The day the world was transfixed
The colour barrier that existed in baseball
Was about to come crashing down
After many decades of ugly discrimination
Jackie would become renowned
It would take a special kind of individual
To withstand all the slurs and abuse
Young Jackie knew what he'd have to endure
But it was not his nature to refuse
Having a strong and tenacious personality
Not known for giving up a fight
Jackie settled in for a long tough struggle
On which he had long set his sights
It's a time in history I'll always hold dear
That momentous day back then
Forever after ingrained in my psyche
I witnessed this champion of men!
My Dad and I were late arriving at the ballpark.
When we arrived, it was the bottom of the first.
As we entered from the passage way to the
left field bleachers, the crowd was cheering wildly!
I looked to my right and believe it or not
Jackie Robinson was stealing home!!!
This image is ingrained in my memory!
Leslie Neilson
Straight faced reveals a pun
But what surely made him squirrely
They wouldn't stop calling him Shirley
Leslie Neilson
Armed with wit and naked gun
Genius buffoonery unparalleled
Save for what Peter Seller's Clueso upheld
Leslie Neilson
Dracula loving it as a dead one
Giving Renfield insect currency
And causing Mel brooks an emeRRRgency
Leslie Neilson
A parody on the run
Of spoofery not wrongfully accused
Only keeping us hysterically amused
Hope you know your Leslie Neilson movies for clearance, Clarence.
Roger, Roger.
Joan Chandos Baez is an American singer
Eighteen years old, first of the later date
protest folk singers
Famous before Bob Dylan!
Songwriter, musician, and activist.
Folk music of protest and social justice,
in the fields of nonviolence, civil rights,
workers' rights, and the environment
Made over 30 albums
Fluent in Spanish and English,
recorded songs in at least
six other languages
March on Washington for Civil Rights
Supported Cesar Chavez and his
United Farm workers Union
Protested Vietnam War, and supports
homeless veterans
Fundraiser for the Ukraine refugees
Eighty years of age, Joan is still
performing for cherished causes
History will teach us
"The Purpose Of Life" through
the genius women such as Joan Baez.
Taylor Hawkins: Foo-Fighters
Yesterday my heart was broken
to news which I’d awoken
Such a tragedy and untimely loss
And now a new road you cross
Your musical spirit and infectious laughter
will live on with all of us forever after
All shouting: Condolences to your family
Thoughts are with you,
An iconic drummer
Rest In Beats!
1972-2022
Written 3/27/22
You'll put up a statue
and say I'm a poet
When all of you worship
what I'll never know it
And go on to rhyming
what's left in the moment
When statues are showing
the glow of the loment
And I'll be impressed
when the honor is mine
And the statues are tumbling
for the last of the rhyme
Write on my gravestone.
It was a typing mistake.
Not a random skip.
Rather, it dropped correctly.
Was neater than other lines.
Indian Elephants are listed as, endangered
They are a cultural icon, in India and throughout Asia
traveling migratory routes, while eating grasses, bark, leaves and roots
to maintain the integrity of their habitat, that gives them prosperity
Indian Elephants, spend up to 19 hours feeding a day
with a production of about, 220 pounds of dun per day
traveling 125 square miles, spreading seeds that germinate
as this is what Mother Nature needs, is for them to migrate
Humans greed their land, because of increasing populations
and it forces elephants, to seek alternative food solutions
It splits their groups, so they can’t herd with other troops
on their ancient home, because humans have built a dome
There are protected areas, that have illegal encroachments
as they clear forests, for roads and human developments
Poaching doesn’t help, as tusks only grow on male elephants
and the middle-class fuel the demand, for the black-market
Hair golden like the suns rays,
Figure that was va-va-voom,
That wiggle when you walked,
Men stared women frowned,
That beauty spot was not needed,
Acting like a dumb blond,
Not dumb, nor blond a redhead she was,
Actress and sex symbol,
Talented through and through,
She died to young,
Legend, icon remembered by everyone,
Murder, accident or suicide,
We will never know,
Norma jean remembered.
Marilyn, Little Girl Lost.
.
Little girl lost
who never grew up
burdened throughout her short life
by a lack of her Mothers love.
Thrown into the limelight
beauty made her a star
loved by everyone
but never felt good enough
so insecure
Longed for a family
always searching for true love.
She became a pin-up
and every man's dream
because of her alluring beauty
femininity and sensuality
hiding the real person inside
and everything she aspired to be.
But the hurting child inside would not set her free.
Always feeling lonely
felt uneasy in crowds
so misunderstood
even though her intentions were good
Two different people
Norma Jean who no one wanted to know
and Marilyn who everyone wanted to know
a product ans manikin
her real self and dreams denied
with her finger constantly
on the self destruct button
finally it got too much
But even now our hearts are touched
and they'll always be
a place for Marilyn in our heats.
Quote~
''Help me! Help me !''
life is getting closer
and all I want to do is die. ~ Marilyn Monroe.
''She has become more than an icon''
She has become apart of our psyche.
.
~ Peter Dome. Copyright 2012.
She
nurtures
family
with love and care
An icon for composure and patience
The silent tears welling out of her eyes
will curse the whole
race and so
respect
her
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Date: 08/11/2020
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