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Bill Haley gave us 'Rock Around The Clock'
showed us music in a different way,
Chuck Berry sang 'Johnny B. Goode'
and Buddy Holly said 'That'll Be The Day'.
Elvis went to 'Heartbreak Hotel'
and came back as the king of pop,
Jerry Lee sent us 'Great Balls Of Fire'
while Danny and his group were 'At The Hop'.
The Everly's were saying 'Bye Bye Love'
Bobby Darin was out 'Beyond The Sea',
Little Richard was with 'Long Tall Sally'
and Lloyd Price thought he was 'Stagger Lee'.
Paul Anka introduced us to 'Diana'
Del Shannon told us of his 'Runaway',
Big Bopper talked about 'Chantilly lace'
and the Rolling Stones said love 'Not Fade Away'.
Eddie Cochran took 'Three Steps To Heaven'
Don McLain made 'American Pies',
Roy Orbison was still lost 'In Dreams'
as the Platters sang 'Smoke Gets In Your Eyes'.
When the music began to change
jazz, blues and rock and roll,
got more electronic and louder
became rock, heavy metal and soul.
There are a lot more I could name
but I guess I'll just call them the rest,
It's a long time ago but I'll never forget
Rock and Roll for me was the best.
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
here i am yearning
for mashed potatoes and gravy
honeybaked ham and honey butter biscuits
all of the above inspires me to make hot oatmeal raisin cookies
and buttercream cake squares
i wash down with more overeating and set up an oldies station
right now chuck berry is talking about havana moon and lou johnson
is asking someone or another to reach out for him
old eddie is speaking truth about blues in the summertime and joe jones
does the same about the everyday loquacious one
it is during the latter song when i realize that we are all lapping up love
in our own little ways
i am just lost in my own little reverie of ThankGod without knowing it
here i am....still learning....
tonight i light the fire
nothing to do but embrace life
i have a cup of hot chocolate
i have a plate of ten chocolate chocolate chip cookies
i just may make about ten to fifteen more
time is even being cooperative
tonight i light the fire
nothing to do but give Thanks to the Lord
feeling better now that i am over that bad cold
i have one more day off to rest the body and the immune system
i have a chuck berry greatest hits cd playing in the old dual cassette boombox
right now being alone is the greatest feeling in the world,
but by bedtime i will be missing her and the how good her body felt again
well, in life, you can't always get what your heart yearns for, desires, and wants
however, my attitude is educated even more all the same,
so i will just sit in front of this warm and soothing fire and Give Thanks
for the Blessing of the Important Needs ThankFully EverPresent in my life Now
I am Eisenhower builds the
Interstate highway.
I am polio vaccine that
Saves the day.
I am the energy of civil
Rights.
I am the first transcontinental
Flight.
I am the Rosenbergs guilty they
Get the death sentence.
I am Elvis rocking,
You can feel his presence.
I am a disc-jockey who terms
The word rock n roll.
I am NASA created, can we get
A drum roll.
I am the baby-boom era at
It's peak.
I am Rosa Parks not giving up
Her seat.
I am the first episode of leave
It to beaver.
I am the TV remote control
Receiver.
I am the first passenger jet
Airline.
I am Winston Churchill when
He resigns.
I am Barbie and the hula
Hoop.
I am DNA discovered the
Double-helix loop.
I am the first credit card
And solar-cell.
I am super-glue and the
Birth-control pill.
I am the new rhythm
And blues.
I am Elvis in Blue suede
Shoes.
I am a fender electric
Guitar on scene.
I am Chuck Berry and
Maybellene.
Turbo1904
fireball friday,
hello
you know i did not
miss you at all
the cool air freezes
my eyes favorably
foggy
i relax inside the
zonule of aftermath
paradise
with green tea
ginger ale in hand
and carelessness
concrete in stature,
i start the hose and
retire that fireball
that is merciless to
the touch
i cut on some roy
orbison because i
happen to dig the
man
after that, me,
mitch, and jenny
will take a ride to
the havana moon to
meet ole chuck berry
i will then become
some kind of fool
with joe and the
tams and enjoy the
moonlight and music
with ruby and the
romantics
fireball friday,
goodbye and good
riddance....for
now....until morbid
monday....(EXPLETIVE!)
Day-glo dewy
chuck berry faded daffodils
woodlark fluid warble
emerald chorus
& abash earth
drowsy petrichor
on
parched earth
fall mist lyrics
of
glyphs thrum
in sepia tones
of
whimpers
& heart hums
of
lengthy
boyhood
&
haunting echoes
shattered bell's
agonizing chimes
In shadowy
kaleidoscope
dystopian swoon
climax is symphonic
&
thunderous melancholy
of
tearful farewell
remove dust mote
of
gramophone groove
daily spirit sweep
clean mental dust
&
embrace gratitude
& love
life's melody won't die
eclectic idiosyncrasy
happiness bid
Written: November 03, 2022
I drove my 50's Chevrolet down route 66
The place has atmosphere, a kind of retro mix
Classic diners, neon signs, and towns that time passed by.
Then I put Meta glasses on, powered by A.I.
The place transformed and the old became like new
Rusted chrome turned shiny, it felt like 1962.
All the men wore hats, grim faces became merry
And the music in my ears was Maybelline by Chuck Berry.
I took off the A.I. glasses, I needed to focus on the wheel:
The painted desert started, it was pretty, it was real.
Then a Harley rode by my side, Hell's Angel on the seat
I looked behind and saw a motorcycle fleet.
Then approaching toward us, The Mongols on their bikes
Things were getting hairy, so I pulled off, took a hike.
Guns started blazing, I was in a fix
All wasn't love and roses on route 66.
I hid behind a Pinyon Pine, then had an idea to try.
Put on those Meta glasses, powered by A.I.
I looked back at the carnage, and saw Custer's last stand
Threw away the glasses, the Mongols were in command.
So now I'm back in Trenton, I've reordered glasses there
Our local shootouts would give even Custer a scare
At least with Meta glasses, history can reappear
to the mundane and old, it gives a gloss veneer.
Hold on, Washington just crossed the Delaware
He's charging at the Hessians, bullets in the air
I'm afraid to remove the glasses, afraid of what I might see
Maybe my existence is now history.
How many grave sites should be prepared for me?
Just one. For Robert Johnson, there were three,
all in the Mississippi Delta: Morgan City, Quito,
and (near) Greenwood. Which is right? Do we KNOW?
Those who have taken the time to do research
believe Little Zion Missionary Baptist Church
near Greenwood is most likely. At age 27, in 1938,
he died near that town--so young, with talent so great.
In the early 1900’s, this youngster’s genius was unfurled.
As blues singer, guitarist, and lyricist, he gifted the world
with recordings exhibiting style that has been admired
widely and emulated by popular performers who aspired
to greater fame. They achieved the kudos they desired.
Muddy Waters, Bob Dylan, and Chuck Berry are among those
influenced by his style. Every admirer who knows
the legend that ambition drove Johnson to sell his soul
to the Devil for greater talent would surely say his goal
was reached without Old Scratch playing a role.
What caused the death of the “Cross Road Blues”
and “Sweet Home Chicago” performer? There are clues
centering around his unbridled boozing and womanizing.
Did a jealous husband poison his whiskey upon realizing
a flirtation or worse, just as Johnson's star was rising?
Or did he die of syphilis? These stories floated around,
and others. Thirty years later, a death certificate was found,
stating no cause of death. Some facts, we may never know.
It IS known that this musical master's climb to fame was slow.
It's nothing new that, after death, renown may grow.
Johnson's posthumous claim to fame is no big mystery.
Beginning in the nineteen sixties, the world would see
a surge of interest in his music. To Eric Clapton, he seems
"The most important blues singer that ever lived." Teams
of researchers have tried to capture his life and dreams.
King of the Delta Blues Singers, a collection of his best,
was produced by Columbia in 1961. Writers faced a test:
dealing with conflicts and gaps in accounts while collecting
information for biographies and films. While "connecting
the dots," they learned that sources require dissecting.
Death, no respecter of talent or youth, is bold,
stalking and striking down rich or poor, young or old.
Mysteries of life and death often remain unsolved,
though diligent research may be involved.
Wild Scrumptious Berries
Scarlet, True Blue & Plump,
Juicy Lucy In The Sky Blackberries Trump,
Politics Aside, Chuck Berry Doesn't Stump.
Sure to Turn Round Any Blues,
Tongue Taste Belongs to No Fake News,
Tart Smart Sensory Chews.
Hued Color Bright, Savory Flavor Right,
Check for Bugs Crawling or Landing Flight,
Even They Are Protein But Not a Delight.
Rarely Ever Discovered, Summer's the Season,
For Picking & Curing Winter's Long Awaited Easing,
Delicious Felicitous & Scrumptious Mouth's Reason.
Strawberries Splash Eyes & Crash Cries,
Instead Laughing Giggling Smiling Highs,
Loving Life's Highlights, Rising Contented Sighs!