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teen magazine was popular in 1965 when I was thirteen
mom had Better Homes and Garden, Redbook and Women’s Day.
it was only right that my identical twin and I would have Teen.
mom’s magazines were about housekeeping; ours were about fashion.
we all wanted to grow up and become Sally Field or Tina Turner.
the Beatles shocked our parents on the Ed Sullivan Show.
folk singer mama cass’s voice and looks were known to all of us.
we were listening to the Beach Boys sing about California girls.
Los Angeles teen movie stars showed off mop-tops and Twiggy cuts.
daisies and yellow happy faces were sprinkled lavishly throughout.
subtle hints were showing us what to wear.
hip huggers and bell bottoms were in; plaids were out.
teen Magazine teamed up with Dick Clark’s American Bandstand.
together they taught us a bunch of dance moves.
the Loco-motion, watusi and smashed potato to name three.
our super models were Twiggy and we loved Sonny and Cher.
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now we knew how to dress, how to dance and what to eat.
our favorite teens were advertising things we needed to be groovy.
we were eager to follow their lead, not having our own identity yet.
Glenn Hughes's "City of Crime", from the film Dragnet, shows us what happens when a municipality goes astray. The city - Los Angeles. This story, which is also true, depicts another town which has lost its way. You know it by the name "Gotham". The names have not been changed, to protect nobody.
Oh, how I love my home, good ol’ Gotham City!
It’s just enough grimy and just the right gritty.
It has Batman, the greatest crusader against crime.
I wouldn’t leave this cesspool, nope, not anytime.
But lately, Batman is gaining the upper hand.
Time for the sleazebags and criminals to expand.
The Dark Knight has no sense of humor when he works.
His face never changes when he beats up the jerks.
The Joker finds humor in any situation -
Laughing his head off at some sick deviation.
He said he’d grow into a comic, and they laughed.
They’re not laughing now, as he practices his craft.
The Riddler gives our brains some things to consider.
He’s a laughing puzzle and conundrum transmitter.
He asked us “what does a liar do when he’s dead?”
“He lies still” is what he eventually said.
The deformed Penguin’s mother threw him in the river.
He’d grow up in the sewers, but he would forgive her.
The creep learned a lot in that revolting world of slop -
He owns the mayor and police to the very last cop.
Where do the city’s lawyers come down in this mess?
They can’t get these dirtballs and clowns to confess.
To pin a rap, they should plug away undeterred,
But they’re off in the Poconos looking for a bird.
Add a new weirdo to this corruption and slime,
To tip the balance to the purveyors of crime.
Batman, meet the man who speaks only in rhyme.
The Rhymer makes your face look like it just ate a lime.
As the story goes
The stomach of hunger wants a feed
It was a cross country Hound bus journey
The Greyhound bus gateway a vacation entry way
Through the scenery of highways and mountains
It was a stop at the EVERTON DINER in Everton, Wyoming
A lunch stop our Greyhound bus made
Upon entering nothing but a small town
You didn’t see any town’s people walking around
The owner of the Diner stated that he had limited Food as many Greyhound buses that made stops cleaned him out
I was hungry
The owner only had one hamburger left and nothing else
Fortunately, I got the only hamburger
However, there were flies all around, and the owner kept squatting flies with his squatter
The Owner was turning me off in getting the burger but I had to eat
Our Greyhound Bus Motor Coach Engineer announced as we should eat now as there will be a clean stretch with nothing for miles until we reach Salt Lake City, Utah
The driver was right all highway and mountains with no rest stops nor any eateries
Open road stretch
We arrived into SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH that night
Everton Diner I will never forget
Just wished he had food of variety is my only regret
That diner was a Greyhound bus oasis
My final destination was Los Angeles, Ca
Everton Diner forever remembered.
Olvera Street
It's where we're spending Mother’s Day
Children run around La Calle, and play
La placita de Olvera Street
Family's coming, it’s where we’ll meet
We’ll do some shopping with the merchants there
Spend time at the Candela Shop Square
Spiced and decorated, colorful and unusual candles
Buy a pair of huaraches, traditional Mexican sandals
Time for a new peasant blouse and a shirt that says Chicana
We’ll lunch at the famous taquitos place and listen to some Mana
Olvera Street is in the oldest part of Downtown Los Angeles, California, USA
El Pueblo de Los Angeles Historic Monument. Historically, it abutted the original Chinatown, which was later removed to its modern location to make way for Union Station. There are 27 buildings of various ages still standing.
Los Angeles was founded in 1781 by Spanish pobladores, on a site southeast of today's Olvera Street near the Los Angeles River. They consisted of 11 families and were accompanied by a few Spanish soldiers. The new town was named El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora Reina de los Ángeles.
Diesel fumes soar through the air
Venturing from South towards the West
Riding the rails without fail
Around the mountainous bends
The valleys and rivers below
Maneuvering through trees of forest among the hiking trails
The Sun beacons in peeks of shades among the trees
The theme “GO WEST YOUNG MAN” being a mission follow through
Station after station
Taking the scenic route of America’s best
Intermittent views that parallel with the train windows
Endless miles into the destination to arrive
Splendid majestic mountains high
Open space as far as the eyes can see
Scenes of America’s landscape
Travel Pursue
Major cities and towns of America’s neighbors
Once upon still establishing in the present
The smell of Diesel flows through each passenger car
The sunset Limited has travelled far
Conversating passing the time to other fellow passengers aboard
Strangers at first then friends thereafter
The Sunset Limited fulfills its promise
Journeying on without delay
The thought of the west and how it was won
The Wild Wild West back in history
Reliving the train historical phases
When stagecoaches and Indians were the focus of western heritage
The sun beams and shines over the silver causing shadows
The night assures restful sleep
As one ventures, their souls to keep
The four days have awakened our eyes
Los Angeles, we have arrived
City of Hollywood full of entertainment
A week to view and tour
Sunset Limited was a follow through
In Los Angeles, there is lots to do.
Whether a trip to a sister's funeral in Chicago;
Or another trip to Los Angeles for my aunt's funeral;
Or a slow ride to a family reunion in Chicago;
Or a 'Bucket-list' trip to an NFL game in Kansas City;
Yes. It seemed that most rails I took led to Chicago.
It's true. Several times we never left on a jet plane.
There were some great train rides, long and slow.
There were five time-consuming and memorable rides,
Sharing a dinner table with a mother and child;
Or a conversation with two unforgettable strangers.
The Great Salt Lake and breath-taking sceneries,
Including dark rides through narrow tunnels;
Roadside stops in small American towns; Great
Views of the Colorado River, and lots of friendly
Waves from a passenger train called The California Zephyr.
The California Zephyr is a well-chosen and defined name for
a train that served us well. Indeed, it was like a gentle wind
blowing from west to east. There were 58 treasured hours
spent alone with my lovely spouse as we ate enough almonds
for a lifetime and some very expensive snacks.
Soon, I must awake
From this deep, traumatized,
Deadly, dreary, doomed, dream
Of the devil and it's advocates
Afflicting my mind
Like a plague;
A ferocious flash flood
With a dubious proclamation:
Ah! the great mamba is gone?
An Iroko tree has fallen!
The wicked, cold, cruel,
Clamy, claws of death
Has stricken Los Angeles,
And the world
With a plague deadlier
Than Pharaoh's and his kinsmen
On the day of Passover
Momentarily, the dreary, deadly
Wings of darkness
Has overshadowed and blanketed
Los Angeles, eclipsing the brilliant,
Illuminating light which shone
Forty one years over the world
Stealing away our sobriety
The great mamba?
This must be a dream!
Soon, I must awake
From this dreary, doomed slumber
To the reality
That:
the great mamba is not dead!
He is peacefully sleeping
Twenty four seven with the lord
Death you goofed on this one
Kobe, just scored a three pointer
Against the cold, clamy, claws of death!
Rest in peace Kobe!
I’m just a lost boy in the streets of Los Angeles…I am upset because I don’t get life and the purpose of it…then, I noticed that I lived for my family, friends and the Lord,
Who looks after me from day in to night out…He forgives me for all of the decisions I’ve made that are horrible, confusing and absurd
I don’t mind what goes around comes back around these days
I have seen things that are unseen by others – I hear your silent okay’s
I work better when I am alone rather than with people who don’t feel an ounce of my pain and pleasure that I’ve felt on Earth…which is a sweet and salty allegory
You played me on repeat…I thought you would pause me and forget about me for hours on end, but you did the opposite and listened to my side of my bizarre story
My mind is as speedy as the mountain zephyrs on a flight or fight zone
My spirit is wandering out of remorseful vexation of being all alone
My soul is shaking like a leaf on the last day of autumn as I prepare to fall
To meet my demise at the end of the day, hoping you would understand
Where I stand in the name of love from above – slowly getting on the ball
My mind is like a sympathy symphony in the wilderness
My spirit is like the clouds of shrouds from above and below
My heart is as courageous and compassionate as the soldiers on the strange war arena
And you don’t hear the seconds tick on by these days–
In dire want of your thrust of confidence, so that I can give it my all without a flaw
The stitches in my unwavering heart is splitting me apart from dusk to dawn
You changed me for the better; believe me– I will be your shoulder to lean on
Inscribed in all of your inevitable invisibility and invincibility
Don’t give in to the give-up mentality and truly face your reality
Remember to give it your best shot
To untie yourself from life’s knot
I know I need to act my age through thick and thin
There’s still a lot of happiness in store to engage in
It is hard to set a good example by the look of things…but we are in good hands
When will you be done with your shady shenanigans? When will you rise above the world’s demands?
Maybe I could turn you around – what goes around comes back around
Are you on the road of paradise or are you still home-bound?
We move in unison…
We are as one sun…
Dance till the night’s moon refuses to shine
Dance till the day’s sun shimmers its finest…this is one exciting fest
Glimmering fashion doesn’t matter much to me – it’s fine…
You don’t have to look your best…just don’t act like a pathetic pest
I got this feeling I can’t shake off
Happy to see you here by my side
Your love is what I can’t get enough of
Clap your hands as we replace our pride
With happiness, patience, humility, and faith
You won’t bring me down
Because I’m cheerful up in this town
I’m in my sun-drenched Home called Los Angeles Thrills
I don’t have to pay the bills...climbing Happily Ever After Hills
Music puts my mind, heart and soul at ease
I dance like the breeze that twirls around trees
Can’t deny the fact that Hollywood is full of plastic fantasies…
Full of pleasure-whelmed fairies and arrogant, materialistic celebrities
California dreaming all the time…all the time…
Money and fame doesn’t matter to me anymore
Why are you so sweet, yet better like red wine?
I swear, you are the one that I adore…so, what are you waiting for?
We move in unison
We are one sun
Let it go, let it go, let go of all the anguish…let it go…you’re worth much more than anguish…
Let it all go…move forward…go away from negativity
My one wish is to be with you forever and ever till the end of time…that is my only wish…
Our plans have just begun if you only stick with positivity
Anxiety is a destructive tool
Don’t play the fowl fool
Believe and tread the narrow pathway of life
Death do us part, even if it ends in strife…
Peace prevails all
I will stand tall
Anyways, let’s dance side by side
We are all in this together…
We will get rid of the pangs of pride
Love me if it makes you better…
You’re my Sun-drenched Home,
Not this polluted city of Los Angeles…
You are the home in which I roam
I am into you…I must confess! Oh yes!
Peace prevails all
I will stand tall
Anxiety is a destructive tool
Don’t play the fowl fool
We move in unison
We are one sun
Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”
gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood
lighting up the banked track against the texas outlaws
gloria keep telling shirley hardman she be dead wrong
stop your mean ways shirley girl stop beating on honey
baby she say to me could I get her a soda and peanuts
the crowd be all noisy tonight and I can smell hot dogs
the people here they be rowdy and angry they scream
cuss words eating greasy onion rings and drinking beer
my gloria she be saying only one skater be her top hero
I says who and she smiles and say it be honey sanchez—
skater dragon lady at 18th and grand in her ripe beauty