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In Niagara Falls was born Carol LoTempio.
Her new name “April Stevens” was the one we would know.
She has a sweet and sultry voice that sounds keen.
April first sang at the age of fifteen.
With the recording “I’m In Love Again", her career had begun.
This Cole Porter song was a hit in 1951.
April’s next record “Teach Me Tiger” had a bit of a rough go.
Many stations refused to play it on the radio.
In 1963, she joined her brother Nino Tempo.
“Deep Purple” became a hit everybody would know.
That was a song that went all the way to number one.
“Whispering” proved that their careers were not done.
They hit the charts one more time with “All Strung Out”.
That was another hit song without any doubt.
This brother and sister act gained great popularity.
Nino and April still perform today. They are a must see.
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and Nino Tempo's official website for information I obtained to write this poem.
I Lovingly Remember Summer
I remember the golden as tea, warmth from the
tangerine sun, on my young, tanned back.
I remember swimming in the cool lake and the
delightful waves, drenching my young skin.
I remember my going fishing and was so glad
when the fish got away and swam to freedom.
I remember the smell of outdoor barbecue pork
and beef, coleslaw and the closeness of family.
I remember jumping off the white, wood pier, into welcoming waves.
Despite being so terrified but overjoyed that I could do it.
I remember neighborhoods in Chicago and we rarely
locked doors, as there was an absence of fear.
I remember playing on the sidewalk with my childhood
friends, under the summer moon that came to smile at us.
I remember the freedom of no seat belt laws and we stood
in the back of Daddy’s car, played games and house.
I remember when cars were not made the size of coffee cans,
and were stunning, with huge,whitewall tires .
I rememcer the sane and beautiful music of the 1940’s like Cole Porter
and George Gershwin, playing in the car under full monlit summer’s eves.
I remember how we were so very proud to be Americans, whose theme
was whispered by the trees!!
Even though I am older~all these, are the paintings on my soul.
I remember the laughter and joys of my carefree days.
But ~ my best memory is a surprise, and is yet to come!
7/3/2024
The Flicker of the Flame
When love is fueled by passion
that was once a tiny spark,
heartstrings will come unfastened
flames will punctuate the dark.
Memories looking back in time
paint images so true.
Soon our dreams will turn tomorrow
into days that we’ve passed through…
A devotion worth professing
and for certain not by chance,
this union is a blessing of
an ageless, timeless romance.
Your search between the shadows
saw the man that I became.
Your beauty took my breath away
by the flicker of the flame…
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Copyright ©2020
Accursed human species
case in point Vladimir Putin,
who strikes terror across globe.
Don't underestimate his hell bent
zeal to attack United States,
one blood sucking infernal
predacious *****sapien
mercilessly bullies, interrogates,
threatens... with zeal.
Considerably less mortifying
constitutes wrathful ordeals
exhibited by adults who treat
thine wife with indecorous jibes
like punks who sat back of bus
or classmates at Methacton
High School, mine alma mater.
No different than typical mean kids
many crotchety residents here
Highland Manor Apartments
majority residents aggrieve the missus
though said counterpart (thee spouse)
exudes standoffish poise
countenance dons and
nonverbally trumpets scowl
body language broadcasts
social graces be damned
easily interpreted as snub
engendering hostile imprecations
cruelly fiendish provocations
undermine capacity to experience
peace of mind
exacerbated by her
figurative cold shoulder
propensity to flip the bird
notched, ratcheted, torqued... tension
courtesy miss prissy heiress,
daughter, she secured management role
albeit (hats off) to nepotism
guarantees lifelong job security
issued thee missus warning
rental stipulation disallows
overt middle finger flashing signal
emotional entanglement ensued
yours truly tasked
to pursue more favorable environment,
yet scant finances (mine)
and poor credit
two strikes against
locating affordable living situation
since sole family income
social security disability
direct deposited monthly
buzzfeeding checking account
regularly near anorexic,
cuz additionally I pay
costs of living expenses
cole king avoiding being homeless,
thus this penniless
among dime a dozen
day late dollar short
low income bracketed
(marching with madness)
mister casts quandary
couched as poetry,
no great expectations,
nonetheless cathartic to communicate
(hoop fully understandable)
present tense plight
projected as plotted trend
fat and/or slim chance
fate will curse me as lottery winner
pipe dream teasing
this word plumber flush with ire,
who feels nsync and drained
scraping hand to mouth
bemoaning apathy, dismal
effort, gross indifference
toward self sums (mein kampf)
plus academic struggles
proffers grim forecast
as coxswain at mercy
rudderless ship of state
edges closer to his waterloo.
The sign he reads out loud, “There’s holes ahead.”
The Rip Van Winkle Bridge quite disturbs me.
A story book that’s come to life — with head
To lose. My dad inches along bravely.
The chickens must brood o’er a dicken’s deuce.
We steer to the left and the right, afraid.
We stare at the grave pavement claim, the goose
Of golden time, the sleepy hollow shade.
The radio plays somber tunes, as Cole
Never imagined death— the Catskills fresh.
Diedrich Knickerbocker, lots of soul,
Could tread the troubled water’s edge — refresh.
Let’s build our solid homes, not on the sand.
You’ve guessed! We flew the coop, hopped on dry land!
5/18/2020
Bridge over troubled waters Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Used howmanysyllables.com
1.The Rip Van Winkle Bridge - a cantilever bridge from Hudson, NY to Catskill, NY
2.There was a real sign on the bridge that said, “Holes ahead.”
3.Washington Irving wrote the story of “Rip Van Winkle” and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” In the latter, there are people who lose their heads. At one time he wrote by the pen name, Diedrich Knickerbocker when he wrote a satirical book about NY history and politics.
4.Shakespeare used the term “dickens” - deuce being another term for the devil
5.“Chicken Little,” was a children’s tale where the chicken “was afraid,” the sky was falling - it wasn’t!
6. In “Jack and the Beanstalk,” Jack stole the goose that laid golden eggs.
7. Thomas Cole - created the first paintings of the American landscape
8. I grew up with the colorful history of Dutchess County and thereabouts.
Madeline Cole worked over the basin,
Washing clothes for her, and her man,
In the wilds of Kansas, 1878,
Where grass, between horizons, did span.
A pretty young woman, a brand new wife
She’d yet to fall heavy with child,
But she hoped and she prayed, whenever she could
That her dreams would wait only a short while.
When on the ridge three forms appeared,
Mounted proud, riding tall on horseback.
Madeline had seen them before this day,
The whole county had felt their attacks.
The Anderlin brother, that was their name,
The scourge of this part of the west,
Rustlers, thieves, killers, and back-shooters,
No lawman rode that they could not bet.
They approached the house, leers on their faces,
The oldest a brigand names Joe.
Madeline grabbed her and rifle and went out the door,
No further would she let the filth go.
Joe he just smiled, and shook his head
Saying ‘Darling, now you listen here!
I mean to have you, one way or the other,
Play nice and there’s no need to fear.’
‘But girl if you push me, I’ll tell your plain
I’ll put six bullets into that chest.
I think you’ll agree, it would be a sin
To put six bloody holes in those breasts.’
But Madeline stood and refused to budge,
Joe’s weathered face grew more ugly and cruel.
He said,’You can’t kill us all, not today.
Be smart here, don’t be a damned fool.’
‘You’ll like what we give you, I guarantee
You’ll be moaning when you are under
The body of a real man, not some green husband
Who likes to play at being a puncher...’
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Personal
Nat King Cole
Inspired
Tears streaming, come to life, from these brown eyes,
eyes that have been as dry as a popcorn fart,
out in the middle of some desert
and as dead as road kill on the Q. E.,
at the height of rush hour traffic.
A heart, dead, for longer than I care to remember.
Death, dyeing are but empty words,
words that describe a process
we will never get to know.
For that brief, all inclusive, elusive, moment,
passing, like yesterday into history, into today,
today into tomorrow, tomorrow into the future.
Words that create an invisible line, a division
that we cannot see, feel, fathom, yet believe exists
as it stops, before change, and then moves on
– as I watch life, before me, pass - in all its glory,
grows, changes, gains, loses, triumphs, destroys, creates.
Reflecting upon my own life, I have to wonder ?,
how empty, meaningless, has it been, and if,
I have given nothing, will leave nothing, and if,
nothing will remain, nothing will be remembered.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 18th 2003
I will be coming with the guns, blazing like "blah!;blah!;blah!" Oh yes lam Black is that bad?
My skin tone perceived dirty ,are we not all Pink on the inside?
Answers please Mr Pride! Live a little, smell the roses beneath your shackles! Let go! Together we are Modern slaves.
Break the chains of sorrow!
The chains of temptation, sickening the aroma of a rotten pear. Don't despair you not incarcerated! You are free.
We are all free for love is capsz to all hearts....Hearts speak the truth , "Love yours' J.Cole once said cheers to Humanity , Love , Wisdom and the beautiful stew tantalizing your nostrils....Mmmmm...... Freedom tastes liberating.
Oh yes we are doomed , but the Time Machine says live , go for it , preach , teach reach the truth to the top!
into the night's dwelling
things are they way they used to be
only more perfect,
and even if I lean into the dark hall
there are stars in my eyes, that keep alive the myth
and we are all there in black and white
tho' my mother's lips are glossy red,
her hair is beautifully coifed, just hours from the beauty shop
she is smiling, wearing an apron, cooking something grand
the table is set with flowers, a tidy house, sofa pillows neatly in their proper place
my daddy sits on the floor with me, playing Chinese checkers, letting me win
and my brother is throwing a ball in the front yard with his friends
things are more perfect
than how they used to be
as the wind drones an old Cole Porter song
into the night's dwelling
where I keep the dream
from dying
_______________________________
1/7/14
Inspired by Nette Onclaud's Contest:" Into Night's Dwelling"
The Cat in the Hat came back a while ago
But the costume he wore to vroom the pink snow
Made him look like an extra in a cheap minstrel show
So that cat was pure toast; he just had to go...
Little Bo Beep has been put to sleep
Haven't you noticed? Not one black sheep
And Old King Cole, stripped of his royal role
For culturally appropriating merry old 'soul'...
As for Rocky the Squirrel and His Friends
They've met an untimely end
For mocking two good Communist spies Boris and Natasha "Badenov"
Rocky and Bullwinkle surely will die...
With sorrow, I inform you of the demise
Of Clark Kent, whom fans came to despise
For resisting the advances of one Lois Lane
'Course had he succumbed, he'd have been killed just the same...
And shed no tears for the 'Mighty Mouse Playhouse'
For 'Mighty' was a real louse of a mouse
He thought some characters good, others evil
Thereby denying relativism -- How terribly medieval!