Long Broadcaster Poems
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I hear myself talking to the radio;
the shock-jock stops pushing words
into my vehicle,
a pause, as if he is listening.
I don’t get paid for my opinions
my place is to be a listener, a non-combatant,
just ears and a vast echoing space between them.
The dead-air threatens to kill its audience.
The broadcaster voice gets louder as his mouth
moves closer to the microphone.
He knows! He heard my counter-arguments
and had no reply!
Then the radio signal is lost,
static nothing but blaring static,
I don’t turn the sound off
now the car has to listen only to me
as I carry on a heated conversation
inside my talking head.
We said ‘goodbye John’ today
What should we say
A Brave Yankee he was
Creating buzz
Announcing home runs in the air
Using a style entertaining, sparking flair
Turning a routine afternoon affair
Around
Toasting Pinstripe town
Even if the team was down
Jeter, Rodriguez and Judge
Success never budged
Standing strong
Waiting for the Liza and Frank Song
Written by Kandor and Ebb
Famous on Broadway many said
But giving a Sterling performance
Made everyone sing and dance
Line up had the creative look
Radio listening enjoying the personal hook
Seemed written in the playbill book
Holy Cow!
Is where he is now
Hearing how bout that
When at bat
He gets the call
Joining Phil and Mel watching baseball
Little Echoes spreading 2
From Kentish stones at Lympne's historic keep,
Where cameras roll and modern tensions creep,
The broadcaster delivered, sharp and loud,
A scathing judgment to the listening crowd.
The news of the return, he fiercely claimed,
Had left the royal household deeply blamed;
It landed heavy on the palace floors
Like rotting sacks of spuds behind the doors.
From sources wrapped in strict, protected shade,
He sketched the rift the swift arrival made
A rival camp upon the British soil,
Apart from those who do the daily toil.
He spoke of grifters seeking wealth and fame,
With shifting burdens and a fractured name,
While in the wings, a softer echo sighs
On lucky families under heavier skies.
There was an AM station from years ago.
I tuned in at night to hear my radio.
Their tower was based in Windsor, Ontario.
They would let the best of Canadian artists flow.
During the day, it was a station I could never hear.
Another entity on the same frequency was broadcasting near.
When 8PM rolled around, that broadcaster went off the air.
The Canadian station took over from there.
I always heard the latest sounds from the Guess Who.
They also had the Stampeders and the Bells too.
One day, the broadcasts would disappear.
Their music and messages I could no longer hear.
That Canadian transmitter’s call letters were CKLW.
Like many other AM locations, they bid adieu.
The BBC has not just bowed but been kowtowed by the dastardly crowd
Proud Aunty allowed to be somehow cowed by this bastardly diss shroud
Got to worry the crisis takes its toll heads roll…they only had to say sorry
Avowed critics beef rowed & wowed their brief a mischief agenda so loud
With no defender the chief got so much grief his resignation did tender
Ploughed by true offender Boris the political pretender on another bender
Call out this lout who truth does flout the vile bile he does all the while tout
Dob on the blue blob snob & knob whose vastly ghastly gob makes me sob
Why on earth would any serf care about what this loony buffoon does shout
Revels in his dishevelled pout..amazed Aunty levelled razed by his crazed rout
Phoney baloney stories of the Tories glories..the Telegraph a trusty rusty crony
The BBC again slain by a disdain campaign as inane & insane as Johnson’s reign
Without doubt we’ve the clout to stop the lying vulture from rifling stifling culture
Scoff turn toff coven oven off..cohorts of suits in cahoots ravaging loots savaging
Candour…can’t pander to their dander & devil may care unfair slander propaganda
Boris not a novice as the orifice taking the piss remember the abyss of him in office
Country’s ex headmaster pastor of disaster willing killing our beloved broadcaster even faster
I want a parade
Let it be huge
No chance I’ll be swayed
Don’t be a scrooge.
Lot’s of Brass Bands
Marching Marines
The clapping of hands
This thing’s in my genes.
I may not have served
I wasn’t quite well
But now its deserved
A big show and tell.
Just a few tanks
A fast plane or two
All to give thanks
To the red, white and blue.
Macron does it well
Putin much more
But I can foretell
That both will be sore.
I’ll be the ring master
The one with the voice
The perfect broadcaster
And for that there’s no choice.
For some things I know
I haven’t a clue,
But to put on a show
Is my own special brew.
So sit back and wait
For what I’ve in store
My work’s so first rate
You’ll clamor for more
Today I saw ‘Sand in the Sandwiches’ Edward Fox was playing Sir John
What joy to hear his wonderful words it was like he had never been gone
On the train journey home I’m inspired ~ to put down my feelings in words
But unlike Sir John’s I have little doubt that these will ever be heard
The play it was filled with humour some naughty and some good
It also contained much pathos which in turn made me think, as it should
Of times when life was simpler where happiness and joy would abound
And when Sand got into the Sandwiches much laughter and joy all around
Written 19 October 2018
Sir John Betjeman CBE was an English poet, writer, and broadcaster. He was Poet Laureate from 1972 until his death in 1984. He was a founding member of the Victorian Society and a passionate defender of Victorian architecture, helping to save St Pancras railway station from demolition.
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I always think of you on the first of May
Recalling the New York Mining Disaster
What a tragedy it ruined my holiday
For whom the bell tolls expressed the broadcaster
Recalling the New York Mining Disaster
Stayin Alive would have been a miracle
For whom the bell tolls expressed the broadcaster
Immortality? Guess I am cynical
Stayin Alive would have been a miracle
My secret love died that day; now I’m alone
Immortality? Guess I am cynical
If I can’t have you I don’t want to go home
My secret love died that day; now I’m alone
Such a heartbreaker! Forbidden love so right
If I can’t have you I don’t want to go home
You should be dancin’ right here with me tonight
Such a heartbreaker! Forbidden love so right
What a tragedy it ruined my holiday
You should be dancin’ right here with me tonight
I always think of you on the first of May
Beegees Titles used - the Beegees were prolific songwriters writing well over 900 songs for themselves and other artists
The first of May
New York Mining Disaster
Tragedy
Holiday
For whom the bell tolls
Stayin’ alive
Immortality
If I can’t have you
Secret love
Alone
Heartbreaker
Love so right
You should be dancin’
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God in My Life
(First Part)
My Baptism in Makati
Was like the Annunciation to Mary
Announced was her being Mother of Christ
Announced was my being Christianized
When I was a kid
My playmates I envied
For their having a sibling
So I fervently prayed for that thing
And God answered my prayer
He gave me a sister
And so it was
She lives with us
Our churchgoing was happy in Las Piñas
Every Sunday our parents would treat us
But when we transferred to the province
It has become different ever since
Here I became Valedictorian in elementary
But Salutatorian only in secondary
I lost my being Top 1
And found what mistakes I had done
As I entered college in UP
It was like the 1st Luminous Mystery
College life welcomed me
Baptized in our country's premier university
In my 2nd year in UP
There was a miracle from Mama Mary
She didn't listen to my prayer
Because there was something better
For my remaining years in UP
Allah came to touch me
Through the religion of Islam
I proclaimed God's kingdom
And as I graduated from UP
God greatly transformed me
From being a part-time broadcaster
To being a full-time teacher
First to Korean students in Fermat Academy
Then to college students in Capiz State University
My being a teacher in that institution
Would become for me a Divine Mission
My 1st Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I was removed as TED Secretary
When Mar Roxas became Secretary of DILG
My 2nd Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I was kicked out from TED
And then Supertyphoon Yolanda devastated
My 3rd Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I received bashings & shame
And then Santa Muerte came
My 4th Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I was reprimanded
Due to my allegations against TED
My 5th Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I lost it finally
And Mar Roxas also lost the presidency
-12/01-15/2024
(Dumarao.... based on my
"God in My Life" Spiritual
& Religious Memoir)
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Gravestone ---Heart- Mark ---Dane Ann
Gall --- Vexing Vixen --- Dane Ann
Happiness --- Bounteous Bliss ---Dane Ann
Hog Sty --- Power Pen --- Dane Ann
Indigent --- Penniless Pauper --- Dane Ann
Insistent --- Relentless Nagging ---Dane Ann
Jerring ---Heartless Heckler --- Dane Ann
Jovial --- Cheery Chirping --- Dane Ann
Sports Nuts --- Crunchy Food, Poetic Mood For All to Read --- Linda-Marie Bariana
Good Vibrations --- Ghostly Groove --- Catie Lindsey
Last Will and Testament --- Dead Bread ---Catie Lindsey
Fine Wine and Spirits --- Wink and Drink ---Catie Lindsey
Agreement --- Words Concurred --- Dane Ann
Argument --- Quite Quarrel --- Dane Ann
Banter --- Chat Wit --- Dane Ann
Care --- Need Heed --- Dane Ann
Conscience --- Scruple Snooper --- Dane Ann
Detective --- Fact Grinder --- Dane Ann
Ducking --- Waddle Quacking --- Dane Ann
Emotional --- Frazzle Dazzled --- Dane Ann
Ship Mate --- Toy Boat --- HG
Gravestone --- Dead Cert. --- Sean Kelly
Broadcaster --- American Female Newscaster --- Sean Kelly
Cold War --- Battle Against Swine Flu ---Sean Kelly
Silicon Valley --- Cleavage, After Breast Enhancement --- Sean Kelly
Hebrew --- Jewish Tea For Men Only --- Sean Kelly