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I reckon I'm showing my age and am pretty well set in my ways,
But I have zero tolerance for the 'noise' called music nowadays!
The metal bands and rap are loathsome to my sensitive ears.
I haven't heard a melodic tune on the radio for over sixty years!
Pleasing to the ear was Vaughn Monroe and his mellow baritone.
Likewise, the romantic, comprehensible crooning of Vic Damone.
A songster who could stir even the most unromantic soul,
Was the silky-smooth delivery of debonair Nat King Cole!
I truly enjoyed the ballads belted out by the ever-living Elvis,
And got a kick out of watching in action his double-jointed pelvis!
Delightful were the songs vocalized by cheerful Doris Day.
It was so relaxing listening to the Velvet Fog, Mister Mel Torme!
Will there ever be another Glenn Miller, Perry Como or Peggy Lee,
Dinah Shore, Frankie Laine or Jo Stafford entertaining me?
Oh, to hear again The Mills Brothers and their sweet harmony.
Now all I hear is dreadful screams and gross disharmony!
Today's drivel to my romantic soul gives me great offense.
'Tis alien to my ears and doesn't make a bit of sense.
Music back then invited you to hold your gal in close embrace,
As you danced and murmured sweet nothings face to face!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Entry for Nayda Ivette Negron's "Favorite Music Type" Contest
Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me
How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
--All I know is it leaves me in deep disillusion
Yo, Honda Corp, Mr. Yamada, did you ask me about it?
Yo, Nissan Corp, Mr. Saikawa, do you think that I tout it?
Yo, Toyota Corp, Mr. Toyoda, can't we live without it?
Yo, Subaru Corp, Mr. Nakamura, why don't you doubt it?
The 'cool corporations' want driverless tech
Not one of them is willing to stick out his neck
Yelling like heck:
"I want my independence
I want my freedom
Whatever sights can be seen
I want to see'm!"--
Not sit in the backseat fiddling with a device
While the bot in the driver's seat ignores his advice
America's highways and byways, her mountains and valleys
Lo, her fields and her meadows, her side streets and alleys
Were meant to be driven, meant to be seen
--Not merely imaged on a tiny phone screen
"See the USA in your Chevrolet
America's the greatest land of all" (Dinah Shore, TV ad, 1950's-60's)
Keep humans in the driver's seat
Spring, Summer and Fall
--Don't slow this country's love affair with the auto to a crawl.
So, all you pundits of prescience, prediction, precision
You fearless-faced forecasters of science-less fiction
Before you commit me and my friends
To a future none of us desires
~ Think twice: Cars may just lose all their buyers
Spoken Word Poetry: JAZZ ALIVE
Man alive, and this ain’t no jive, I’m diggin’ on jazz to stay alive/
East Coast rhythms from the 50’s and 60’s, in the heart of the city, where the music breaths/
Up all night to dig the modern jazz scene, and out of the cool midnight cookin’ shows at the Blue Note/Located at 131west 3rd St. NYC the place to be/
City lights flashing, hipsters, record buying, dressed to the nines in retro threads at dive bars and clubs where the real jazz magic spreads/
Catch the scene, and get hip to the latest with the 50s swingin’ jazz machine/
Bill Evans Trio, Modern Jazz Quartet, Miles Davis, Lester Young – Can You Feel the Beat/ It’s Milestones with Miles/At that recording, Davis’s bebop/hardbop music was manifesting into his future modal thing/
Milt Jackson, Chet Baker’s smooth serenade, Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” in Five Four Time, John Coltrane’s Cascade, Cannonball Adderley, Wynton Kelly’s embrace, Paul Chamers, Jimmy Cobb, all left their trace/
The city never sleeps, no change of pace, play your gig till 2 AM/
Chase the night with grace/catch a cab, hit the jam, Sweet Basil’s swinging where the music never dims/
Women strong and fierce, oh how they loved their jazz men/
Financial support flowed like a sweet refrain/
“This Here, “Dat Dare,” and “Moanin’” what sounds, in Bobby Timmons groove/you know what I mean/
The Tenor Conclave, Hank Mobley, Al Cohn, John Coltrane, Zoot Sims/ Hi-Fi jam sessions to no end/
Max Roach on the scene, Deeds Not Words, his LP/
Abby Lincoln, Helen Humes, Sarah Vaughn, Dinah Washington – jazz voices supreme all greats in their prime/
new record companies popping, day into night: Jazzland, Riverside, Atlantic, Prestige all shining bright/
Philly Joe Jones, Blues for Dracula, man what a scene, what a feeling on Halloween’s Eve, back in the day when Everybody dug jazz, but what happened to the Five Spot Café where the legends would play? /
So dig this, I’m walkin’ to Jazz Alley, Soulmates on my cell I know so well, Ben Webster and Zawinul, their melodies swell/
In this world of music vibes, man, I find my reprieve in modern jazz rhythm and choose to believe in the downbeat of jazz to set me free
Imagination
( you are never too young or too old to put your imagination to use)
Imagine the concert
The concert did not cost a dime
But every soul was there- from the beginning of time .
It was the biggest concert the heavens had ever seen.
The greatest dancers and singers that were ever known.
On the largest television screen it was shown.
You had the crooners, the swooners,
the rockers, the boppers, and the opera singers
All gathered together for one big show.
In heaven- this is the way to go.
It started off with the “tappers” coming on to the stage
All well known in the archives of fame.
First Bill “Bo jangles” Robinson with Fred Astaire in back .
Then Jean Kelly. Ginger Rodgers,
and Gregory Hines picking up the slack.
Then came the female singers who were all
In the hall of fame, and all well known by their names.
Billie holiday , Lena Horne , Doris Day and Peggy Lee
Judy Garland and Dinah Shore-and lets not forget
The Andrew Sisters- who gave us so much more.
Then out came the male singers who touched the
Hearts of women all around the world
And made all their hair stand up and curl.
Mario Lanza , Frank Sinatra, Perry Como, Dean Martin
Just to name a few, then let us not forget the soul singers
Otis Redding ,Sam Cooke, and Nat “king” Cole
Then Marvin Gaye who really put on a show.
OH ! This concert was a wonder to behold !
And the greatest one was yet to unfold.
Everyone waited in anticipation
As the angels blew their trumpets
And the harps let out the most beautiful melody.
For behind that big curtain
Walked out our all Mighty King.
All knees bent ,and all heads bowed
You couldn’t hear a pin drop
Not a single solitary sound.
He gave the heavens his blessings
As every face lit with delight
And all the way to earth
You could see this glaring light.
This is the concert- that one day we may all see
If we follow his words, and help to save all humanity.
Momma's in the kitchen frying chicken
Daddy's got the game on the old TV
Two brother's playing and fighting in the parlor
It's just the way things used to be
Momma stayed home and raised us kids
Never had much except love if I recall
Daddy worked everyday but Sunday
Then again, I guess we had it all
We got our clothes from people up the street
Their kids were older and always well dressed
They would send a box down once or twice a year
And we'd thank God, we were so blessed
Shared a bicycle between five brothers
Had all we needed and so much more
Never saw a government check until we enlisted
I guess they forgot to tell us we were poor
Lived in an alley full of kids
Second house in a row of seven
Learned to work for whatever we wanted
This was our little piece of heaven
No one stole from one another
Respected all and what they worked for
Slept like a baby, three to a room
Never bothered locking a door
We have so much now it's mind boggling
In a way I guess we lost our senses
Corrupted with greed, we became reclusive
Instead of bridges, we built fences
Return with me to those forgotten times
When we treated our neighbor just like a brother
Never got judged by the way we dressed
And people cared about one another
Remember Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners
Lawrence Welk on a Saturday night
Breyer's ice cream from the corner store
Lassie and Dragnet in black and white
Uncle Miltie and Bishop Sheen
Robin Hood starring Richard Greene
Superman and a matinee
With Dinah Shore, see the USA
Riding grassy hills in a cardboard box
Taking little brother for long summer walks
Forgotten times spent with a friend
Times we thought would never end
A life full of riches doing all that we could
A life full of struggles, even the bad times were good
Somewhere in the distance a lone church bell chimes
While I close my eyes and dream of forgotten times.
Mark Allen was ten years old, and his favorite things were trains;
Like teal moments after the storm, when colorful beauty remains.
Mark had a shiny, toy train set, and he was frequently adding cars;
As people often have dreams of travel, underneath jewelled stars.
Mark's Papa was a train conductor. He loved to manage the train;
And Mark liked to listen for its whistle, while playing in Green Lane.
Dinah was Mark's little sister, and she'd give her toy horn a blast;
As she looked out the window with Mama, to see the train go past!
Flashing stars began fading away, in the mystic aura of fruity sun;
And fascinating friends came to frolick, when skies turned lemon.
Fall finally faced the cruel fact, that beautiful flowers were dying;
As fervent family flew in with kisses, in purple dawn sun, shining.
Mark lived in the house of motion, in the halls of going someplace;
And redbirds visiting sunny window sill, like summer at the gates.
Stars shivered in sad winter, although they were sequestered afar;
On the street of spectral beauties, intense and somewhat bizarre!
New neighbors observed social niceties, as necessary as nostalgia,
Sharing their notions into nighttime, like aurora borealis of Alaska.
'Rainbow rose' still cried dewy tears, as 'inky fingers' wrote forever;
And 'chocolate vines' caused temptation, in velvety hours of leisure.
'Money plant' jingled its coins, when 'aeonium superbang' exploded;
And 'shoebutton' plants got fastened, in sunny glaze, sugar coated.
Mark dreamt of being a railroad man, like the father he so admired,
One coral day, when fully grown; for golden time never grows tired!
'I've been working on the railroad,
All the live long day.
I've been working on the railroad,
Just to pass the time away.
Can't you hear the whistle blowing?
Rise up early in the morn.
Can't you hear the captain shouting?
"Dinah, blow your horn!"
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow your horn?
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow,
Dinah, won't you blow your horn?
Hi
Dinah-mite!
What a doll you are!
Dressed in your purple outfit
With your long blonde hair, you are pretty!
You play in your beach house, or your ski chalet
You can ride your bike, or drive your car
With many outfits to wear
You are such a doll!
Dinah-mite
Hi!
My
Dinah-mite
Are you out to play?
What are you doing today?
I can pose you any way I want.
You’ve given Barbie a run for her money!
However, I say it’s a pity
That you’re not made anymore
A thing of the past
Dinah-mite
Bye!
You’re no longer here
Since nineteen seventy-five
So long, Dinah-mite!
This is a double-odd rictameter with a senryu trailer.
the refrigerator of my dreams features a waterfall
A moving waterfall that greets me when I open her door
She is filled with healthy fruits and vegetables.
They spill out and form an oasis when her door is opened.
She greets me with a pleasing Dinah Shore voice.
Wishes me well, asks about my children, makes me feel special.
I can sit on her rocks and let her waterfall gently flow over my hair.
We commune in silent appreciation, this refrigerator and I.
She holds my secrets inside her soul, revealing them to no one.
We are a terrific team, because we appreciate each other in many ways.
She is empathetic and wonderfully kind. She brings nature into the kitchen.
When I am sad, I open her up and we commiserate together.
She uplifts me and enlightens me. We are pals.
No Alice in Wonderland
Callous
Alice
Sacrificial Lamb
Blame me
Amy
Fan of the Panda Bear
Andie
Pandie
Miss Hollywood
Star Queen
Arlene
The Trifling One
Petty
Betty
One Gorgeous Redhead
Henna
Brenna
Miss Sophisticated
Classy
Cassie
Not so Sophisticated
Gassy
Cassie
Miss Detective
Police
Clarice
Fragile: Treat with Care
China
Dinah
Miss Flamboyant
Showy
Chloe
The Lesser of the Flamboyant ones
Tawdry
Audrey
The Laggard
Lazy
Daisy
The Imprudent One
Folly
Dolly
Stars in her Eyes
Eileen
Sky Queen
Earth Girl
Terra
Farrah
Ya know baby you're usually right
Center cut, intherace, that's your place
On target, red carpet, gotomarket
Hittin' the bull's eye, 'n baby, I'm your guy
Smack-Dab babe
Like the Nile, you flow the right way
Like Carlyle, know what ta say
With you, I'm okay
If ever I'm off and stray
Grab meaway, gimme a jab
Baby, that's Smack-Dab
You're like Ophelia, Antonin Scailia, multimedia, memorabilia
Honey, you're KarmannGhia! Oh, callmea cab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're Lash La Rue, Peggy Sue, Scooby Doo, Mister Magoo
Honey, You're Super Glue! Wow! Back to the lab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're so sure
We're at that stage, we needa sage
Honey, you're the rage!
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're like Al Gore, Dorothy Lamour, Dinah Shore, Za Za Gabor
Honey, you're no bore! Ain't never drab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're so fab
Fit as a fiddle, Nelson Riddle, heat upthe griddle
Honey, you're in the middle!
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're Buster Crabbe, Colin McNab, take a stab, my bar tab
Honey, you're my rehab! Ah, the gift a gab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
While it's true only you I adore
I really oughtta tell you more
Baby, Imma big time loser, a simple fleck
Honey, you're a sure winner, a stacked deck
You're my Madonna, only one I wanna
Someday you'll get rings 'n things
For now your praises, it's me who sings
I'd rope a Picasso with my trusty lasso
Ya know I'd buyeth, if I saw a good Wyeth
Honey, you're the latest 'n the greatest
Baby, that's Smack-Dab