my favorite tv shows are competitive singing shows
I recognize almost no songs because I do not sing
It feels strange even to me
but these shows hold me hostage
I am fascinated by the enthusiasm
the competitive banter of the judges
seeing who the winners choose for their coach
My favorites rarely get top prize
Two of them were Adam Lambert and Jesse Blaze Snyder
I thought they both earned the win
These two are my favorites years later
life happens.
It’s fall, it’s midterms
It’s election time.
New Haven’s giving a lot of fall.
I’ve been starting to feel the chills,
but things are turning cold and extra breezy,
so it all maks sense.
The good and bad can coexist closely,
is our energy dropping? Nope.
Whenever I think of voting,
I go back to American Idol.
My first voting experience.
It was 2009 and I was 14.
I was into Adam Lambert.
he didn’t win, and sure, I felt
a child's appreciable sense of outrage
millions and millions of us did
but we didn’t storm FOX Network
We cried into pillows and took it in stride.
Now Adam sings with Queen.
So I guess it worked out.
.
.
Songs for this
??Bohemian Rhapsody by Adam Lambert
Do It Again (feat. Carolyn Leonhart & Robert Smith) by The Juju Orchestra
"Life is about taking risks to get what you want."
Quote by _ Adam Lambert
Adam Lambert,
runner up on American Idol 2009. Oh, that hurt !
But with magnetic power and charisma he toured with Queen,
his makeup, flamboyance, costumes and vocals are to be seen.
Adam's first real job was on a cruise ship,
with theater and singing- his courtship;
he grew up in San Diego,
rising to fame, a Draco ...
a twisting constellation, a starship !
So talented, "music is where my heart is," he declares,
and his performances on stage leave audiences in tears.
On a wild journey, touring, creating albums and singles,
while touring with Queen, gathering awards and accolade sprinkles.
At my funeral they will be playing Helen Reddy
“I am woman, hear me roar!” Cher’s “Gypsy’s, Tramps and Thieves”
And Adam Lambert. I love all his stuff!
I will be sitting behind my grandchildren, sending them the giggles
My besties will tell the funniest stories; there will be no crying.
People will be lying in the aisles kicking their feet in joy
As they hear how cute, clever, silly and insanely fun I am.
Flowers? Not unless they are marigolds.
They make my cousin Suzanne break out,
I would like to see her face as a big red strawberry welt one last time.
The concert of my dreams would include Cher and Tina Turner.
Throw in Andy Williams, Perry Como and the Glen Miller Orchestra
Adam Lambert, Jessie Blaze Snider and Lady Gaga will be doing solos.
We will have Roger Taylor of Queen on the drums, naturally.
Bette Midler is dressed in style as our guest conductor,
she breaks into song and Whoopie takes the maestro hat.
The Beatles have come back to life, to round us out.
Willie and Johnny Cash have just arrived to get this party started.
Is that Mama Cass I see? And Helen Reddy?
Oh, yes, this concert rocks!
I close my eyes, optimistic they know what to do, and well!
The concert of my dreams!
Shh! I caution them. He is swimming right now.
They look past me trying to see.
One asks how?
Not sure I admit but it’s his world. Not mine.
Hero is holding a bird cage up.
Readying himself for a sing.
He fancies himself Mark Spitz and Adam Lambert.
That’s okay.
I want this for him
When we first got him he had no self-confidence at all
Now he has more than enough for three
I have never felt more proud
Hero wraps a pink feathered boa around his neck
and begins to belt out "Poker Face".
He might be better than Lady Gaga!
I would like to pull him out of heaven for a day.
Let him know how much he has done for each and every gay.
I would tell him how much we still admire him so.
I would hold on to him tightly, trying to never let him go.
I would ask him if Queen was to make fun of THE Queen?
I would ask him how he grew confidence of a lion clearly seen.
He would get himself loose and preen around like a peacock.
I would be proud that I knew him, the new star of my block.
I would admire his white short shorts, and his pretty white wings.
I would tell him about Adam Lambert, and the songs that he sings.
I would assure him that he changed the world, made it better.
If he could not come down to see me, I would write him a letter.
Helen Reddy, Cher, Bette Midler, Tina and Reba have all inspired me
Showing me women can be more than I thought women could be.
I am inspired by Adam Lambert and his predecessor Freddy Mercury.
They are both not afraid to live their lives, and be all that they can be.
Inspired by singers, dancers, Jennifer Lopez, and friends who live their chi.
Every child I have ever met, which is a lot of children, has inspired me.
My mother and aunts who showed me strength at their knowing knee.
Everyone I know including dad, in-laws and husband have inspired me.
Adam Lambert, a rare gift to this decade, reviving queen.
Seen no doubt in heaven by Freddy Mercury, the guy.
By the way, fine Aretha Franklin has also grabbed my heart.
Smart of me to fall in love with Andy Williams at young age.
Sage song Moon River still makes me smile all over the bedroom.
Looming into my mind is Al Hirt’s trumpet so big and bold.
Old to some. Can I say Alice Cooper and get a smile?
Miles along this path of memories are bands also, friend.
Send everyone to hear Alvin and the Chipmunks is you dare.
Harrowing to think of them alongside Allman Brothers right?
Might I suggest Aerosmith and Adele should take to the keys?
Please listen to sweet Ariana Grande next if you can.
Man up, turn on incredible volume of ABBA
Way out of my league are all of these A-list singers and bands.
Grandiose in appearance, especially that Adam fellow.
Funicello is still a favorite in my childhood day.
Way past hiding my age now. Confess Annette is her first name.
Game to listening to new singers, poets, bands of all kinds.
My crushes are so numerable, it is crazy to try to remember them all.
When I love you it’s in a full blown puppy way, in your lap with Tarzan’s call.
Sky King, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny, The Pink Panther, Howdy Doody.
Yes, I know it is dating me. I also crush on things sweet and fruity.
Cobbler, filled donuts, eclairs, turnovers, any kind of pie especially cherry.
I loved being outside picking fruit, peas, beans, and all kinds of berry.
I crushed on mushrooms fresh from the woods full of tiny ants.
When I got a bit older I crushed on bell bottoms, the hippy pants.
Crush on Elvis, Johnny Cash, John Wayne, Maureen Sullivan and others.
Cannot get enough of Trixie Belden, Nancy Drew, and Agatha Christie.
Love all things shiny dazzling – rhinestones, aluminum foil, names like Trixie.
Attracted beyond belief to Tina Turner, Cher, Bette Midler and Adam Lambert.
A hippie throwback with a green thumb; I love to wear a three tiered skirt.
TV is not my thing at all, but I love to paint, swim, dance, play racquetball.
I love what I love, and I mean for the rest of my life, flat out in a puppy way.
So if you want to be my friend, make sure it’s forever because I don’t play.
Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections...
The most unlikely coupling—
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
Keywords/Tags: first love, sex, sexy, lust, passion, desire, school, student, teen, teenage, learning, bus, foreplay, fingering, odor, musk, romance, romantic, humiliation
I am stuck in an elevator with Cher, Tina Turner, Bette Midler,
Pink, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga when
Liza Minnelli drops in from a tiny opening in the roof.
We all scream “LIZA!” and then we whip out our instruments.
To be fair, I do not have one to whip out, but I find a spoon in my purse
And a lid to a small sauce pan.
Please do not ask.
This would add to my embarrassment.
They start saying “how about this one?” until Pink wins.
We sing her songs - all of them, but stop playing in the third set.
“Who is clapping off rhythm?” It boils down to me.
The elevator roof trap door opens and Willie Nelson arrives.
He and I agree we are on rhythm
All the rest of them are off rhythm.
Someone reaches to dial the emergency phone,
but I bite off their hand.
At the sport of para-shooting, about focus,
Lorraine was in love at the first sight of it,
She’d been a rock climber, bad accident,
So she now competes at Paralympic writs.
She first fought at the Lower Limbs Games,
An event put on by famous Stoke Mandeville,
Where she earned a medal for every sport,
But it was para-shooting which had purport.
Her first individual gold came at Sharjah,
A state of the wealthy United Arab Emirates,
In 2011, which spurred her on to train hard:
She has a PhD in Psychology, she gaits.
In 2015 at the Shooting World Cup, Croatia,
She won bronze as a R8 50m rifle Sh1 anther;
She was born on the 29th of September 1972,
Has ex-navel partner and a son into kung fu.
TOO SIMPLE TERMS
SIMPLE TERMS
Absence of all, somewhere I am,
At the infancy of the well measured.
I’ve tasted the honey,
But don’t know how is made.
I’ve constructed a shack,
Without plans or foundations.
I’ve wondered how the river flows,
While fishing with my bare hands.
I look from below at the work of the greats,
Knowing so well I’ll never be there.
I think to myself in too simple terms.
Luis M. Lambert
THE ROAD CHOSEN
Like thousands of people in (late) life,
I am there, alone and looking at my
Future options. I only have two options,
But I will choose only one, while
Feeling sorry I can’t choose both.
For both will totally change my way of life.
One outcome should seem easier for me,
For most people choose that easy road.
That road for me it’s not attractive, it’s not appealing,
But others are pulling me in that direction,
While knowing that both options,
Will sooner or later lead to the same results.
Once the road was chosen,
It was obvious that both will lead to
A drastic and terminal life change,
And that I had led my path
To a new way of being, while knowing that the other
Option would never be available to me.
In the future I (might) be reflecting with emotions,
That I was to choose between two options,
And that I took the one that was least appealing,
To most.
And that option changed my life
I Thank Frost, wherever you are, for the inspiration
And beg forgiveness for the audacity.
Luis M. Lambert
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