L-ook
A-t
I-ts
K-indness
A-nd
M-ildness,
I-t
K-eeps
A-ll
E-yes
L-ively
A-nd
P-rogressive
I-n
E-arnestly
L-oving
A-lmighty
G-od's
O-rder
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Laika Mikaela P. Pielago)
Wham-o’s old Pluto Platter,
gets a brand-new name.
Fred and Ethel say farewell,
Dick Clarke gets his fame.
The Cat in the Hat is born,
Bogie has moved on.
Hurricane Audrey rages,
while Paul meets with John.
Sputnik said that space is now,
the brand new frontier.
Russia’s I. C. B. M makes,
their intentions clear.
Four hundred officials killed,
by Vietcong hands.
Elvis starts his life behind,
the walls of Graceland.
Seventy thousand more lives,
lost to Asian flu.
We were losing the space race,
as Vanguard dies too.
In Arkansas the guard blocks,
the Little Rock Nine.
Eisenhower sends his troops,
to settle the times.
McGovern points a finger,
says they're Commie Reds.
Soviets test the H Bomb,
brings ultimate dread.
Laika makes it into space,
U.S. is grounded.
Great Britain test their bomb and,
alarms are sounded.
Great innovations in births,
and technology.
Electric watch, Edsel,
Jayne Torvill and me.
I remember Laika
The warm sun and wind keep winter at bay
but it is time to say goodbye to Laika, the dog
the new face of the moon.
The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to
the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry
the struggle to accept the unavoidable.
Dark cloud from the North where nature is solemn
there is no hint of gaieties in their towns’
architecture
Winter hearts will dispose and scatter misery
protestants do not allow for lofty dreams.
The wind is cold, new rules people must work harder
the almond tree must stop flowering in mid-winter
spreading unseemly hope over the planet.
They are pets of Men
One Laika saw the Moon
Dogs like to become Men
Trying this long to win
Men are lords of dogs
But Laika led Men to Moon
Men don’t like to be dogs
In moments as dogs become
Some Men do as dogs in behave
Unknowing Men of dogs brave
L-et
A-ll
I-mplement
K-it
A-bating
M-ystery's
I-nvisible
K-ind
A-nd
E-pidemic
L-ink
A-s
P-eople
I-n
E-nhanced
L-ockdown
A-re
G-oing
O-n
Topic: Birthday of Laika Mikaela P. Pielago (May 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ovely
A-crostic
I-n
K-indness
A-dvances
M-use
I-n
K-nowledge
A-s
E-xcellent
L-ine
A-bout
P-oetry
I-s
E-xceptionally
L-etting
A-nother
G-reeting
O-perate
Topic: Birthday of Laika Mikaela P. Pielago (May 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ovely
A-tmosphere
I-s
K-eeping
A-gain
P-leasant
I-mpressive
E-arth
L-etting
A-mazing
G-lobe
O-pen
Top ic: Birthday of Laika Pielago (May 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Mi camma to America wid a passion for moni en fud,
hoppin to getta rich;
en de sai det gold is founda in striz!
Mi work en work ol dei
to meke sam dollar,
en mi eat pizza, en drink vino...
mi wanna be lika Al Pacino:
a famos attor ov Hollivud!
En me veit too mani iers, to see butiful voman
laika Marilin Monro...whata a fess!
Whata a bodi! A Diva so sexi!
En mi wanna be laika Valentino from Italia,
to sedus ol duh pritty ladi vid mi ciarma;
en ol kiss mi...O locki Casanova!
English Translation:
I come to America with a passion for money and food,
hoping to get rich;
and they say that gold is found on streets!
I work and work all day
to make some dollar,
and I eat pizza and drink wine...
I would like to be like Al Pacino
a famous actor in Hollywood!
And I waited many years to see beautiful women
like Marilyn Monroe...what a face!
What a body! A Diva so sexy!
And I like to be like Valentino from Italy,
to seduce all the pretty ladies with my charm;
and they all kiss me...O lucky Casanova!!
Entered in Deborah's Gucci, " Dialects make the world go around "
(Brooklyn-Italian dialect)
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Into the solar system
Outreaching myself
Intense grief, mourning
Into cake and wedding dress
Galvanized poorly, the rust
About to topple into ochre
Coated stardust glittering
As we discover the truth
Not enough good, oh but for better
For worse, for years, for a fool
Like me and her, a mirror image
A replacement, a damnation
Creeping over stocking tops
There is not enough bleach in the world
To coat the filthy soul you smuggle
Into orbit, my anger now exceeding
The speed of light, the Titanic
To the iceberg, one way trip
A government secret, a conspiracy
Anything at all to wipe away your guilt
And stardust glittering on her face
Leaving retched little Laika to
Smother in the agony of ignorance
Huddle with me for precious warmth
How I could set a man on fire
The tongue is sharp, cutting through
The web of lies, deceit, conterfeit
Forgiveness plagiarized in pamphlets
Set across the universe, the guilt
You should be feeling, burning up in Betelgeuse
Oh for heavens and constellations spell it out
Every dog has their day, but some draw the shortest of the straws
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