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He starred in "Newhart", "Bosom Buddies" and "Baby Makes Five".
Sadly, his life ended on October 22, 2021, he was unable to survive.
In 2020, Scolari starred in a movie titled "Looks That Kill".
He guest-starred in "Happy Days" and "Remington Steele".
He starred in movies titled "Dean", "Sorority Boys" and "Letting Go".
He starred in 66 episodes of "Honey, I Shrunk The Kids: The TV Show".
He guest-starred in "The Nanny", "The Love Boat" and "Family Ties".
He had Leukemia like my dad and it's sad when such a talented actor dies.
[Dedicated to Peter Scolari (1955-2021) who died on October 22, 2021]
The Last Is Always
Cause and effect in Bill Murray's movie,
A catastrophic result--not groovy,
Seems to resonate from inner cities,
Rural towns, family ties less risky.
Envision a world sensing an accord,
Attempts to reunite, oneness reward,
Scenes of rejoicing, gatherings displayed,
Mournful treasures, a waterfall cascade.
Unusual disturbances, no doubt,
Impressive emotional scenes, about.
Fighting, arguing, just death and mayhem,
Kissing, hugging, harmony, and amen.
These couple synopses yield those extremes,
Drawing something among nightmares and dreams.
2019 August 19
*2nd Place*
What if there was no tomorrow
~~Silent One
Trustworthy, loyal and honest
for friendship do anymore conditions apply
You smile when they call or visit
to see a friendly face, hear a familiar voice
An ear that hears you out
A word that keeps you in
A hand that helps, a hand of friendship
Memories through life you share
just lying around on the hood of your car
Watching the stars and filling the night with small talk
small talk that reassures that everything is okay
But in todays bitter political climate
A Red must only befriend other Reds
A Blue must only befriend other Blues
Whites are just confused
Old friendships ending
Family ties broken
Not even time can bridge
This emotional rage boiling over into hate
I thought I used to have friends of many persuasions
Kidding around about our differences and beliefs
Friendship overcame passions with respect
To disagree was not fatal
Today is different, Yesterday was blissful
Tomorrow heal our weary souls
With Coronavirus shutting down the world
Social distancing keeping us apart
Self quarantining sheltering us in place
Can we somehow become closer
Soon the world will reopen
Life will be full of togetherness
Do we realize a point of view is no reason to hate
Friendship is a foundation of love built up with respect
Can we forgive and forget and have
Have friendships that overlap political views once again
Or do we all get a dog to be our best friend
Pain
Clad in cloths that will, one day, decay from
- once all is gone – the loss of what housed some
of what the spirit, the soul would not hide
from eyes - willing to see – on the same ride
that will wash all away on times tide.
Why then ?, do I know cruel words from her mouth,
instead of warm words from a compassionate south
- where all does not lie at the heart of a matter –
beyond just thoughtless desire for – frustrations that scatter
those poisonous barbs, piercing my sensitive ear
with things that should not be, for a father to hear.
Heavy with sadness, is my heart, the one you steal
with harsh, venomous, malicious words that reveal
a lack of love, of consideration, of respect,
of concern – a lack of family ties ?, I suspect.
My spirit – once again – has been contaminated
by your hostility – my heart broken by words I’ve hated,
coming out of your mouth – words that destroy my soul,
a soul - by your mother, your sister- crippled, you already know
this, as within my demeanor, upon my face, surely doth show.
Yet, you seem not to possess the desire nor strength to let it go
- this ugly means by which you three find it so easy to be mean –
I guess, Dear Daughter, of mine, maybe I deserve it, it’d seem
as I look at the tapestry - threads of family ties that bind – it’s seams
seem fragile, tattered and torn, fraying the edges of my dreams.
All that brought the above to life – I have to wonder ?,
my Dear, what was the real need and who needed
those black clouds you created, and then seeded,
bringing on vicious winds, pounding rain, lightning and thunder
into my life - my heart, my soul and spirit you’ve torn asunder.
B. J. “A” 2
August 30th 2004
A letter to America
America we have been your friend
Forever now it seems
Through adversity and good times
Shared interwoven dreams
You had our back in darkest days
And likewise we’ve had yours
And though sometimes ill-advisedly
supported all your wars.
You are like an older cousin
To admire and revere
A land of truth and justice
But it’s all changing now we fear
We see your inner conflict
The hype, the lies, the spin
Upheaval of society
The rupture from within
The discontent of common folk
Of those that bear the load
The absence of all empathy
Life’s hope and dreams erode
The cynical power-hungry
That stir what lies confined
The discontent and prejudice
That simmer in the mind
Create a scapegoat stir the mob
Feed the fear and hate
Morality and ethics die
Amid the chaos they create.
Let’s blame the Jews or Muslims
The Hispanic or the Black
Chose any small minority
With no chance of fighting back
Make America Great Again
The catchcry fills the air
But somewhere in the cheering crowd
We lost what made it fair
This all bears a similarity
To another time and place
But let’s trust that this great nation
Would that pathway not retrace
Your friends the whole world over
With bated breath, afraid to ask
All hoping that your constitution
Is equal to the task
And may the storm that shakes you now
Give way to calmer skies—
Where ethics bloom and truth returns,
And hope no longer hides.
Our leanings shaped by family ties,
By hardship, pride, and pain—
The stories told around the fire
Still echo and remain
So whether you lean to left or right
Let conscience be your guide
Don’t be afraid to say your piece
It may just turn the tide
The Florida of My Youth
By Franklin Price
10/12/2019
The Florida of long ago
The one when I was born
Was the one that I remember
And the one for which I mourn
Was a simple life back then
Merritt Island was my home
My youth was spent exploring
Through the orange groves I would roam
My dad worked for the Navy
Soon to be an Air Force Base
My mother was a housewife
Was long before we went to space
My father had converted
A tractor barn into a house
It was the place in which we lived
Sometimes shared it with a mouse
That did not come from Disney
If that's maybe what you thought
There was no magic kingdom
No “E” tickets could be bought
The milkman brought the bottles
With the cream trapped at the top
Had to shake it first to use it
Then remove the cardboard stop
The rooster crowed to wake us up
There were layers in the coop
The eggs were there collected
While avoiding chicken poop
Beside the coop a wash house
Where our clothes were washed and rung
In the yard were lines to dry them
They were pinned and not just flung
The ocean breezes dried them
To provde a smell good sheet
The fresh air not polluted
My childhood days could not be beat
There was no trash collection
No large mountains of discard
We dug some holes to bury waste
That we covered in our yard
Once we dug a large hole
Which we turned into a fort
Made the roof out of a car top
Was a fun place to report
When we were finished with it
It became our newest dump
Did I forget to mention,
Our water came from well and pump
Our waste went to a septic tank
Waste field to cleanse and drain
My sisters preferred to wash their hair
With water captured from the rain
Only one school was available
Had a place for every grade
We rode the bus to get there
To go, I never was afraid
I was the youngest of the children
Four sisters and three guys
Got on the bus together
Even school had family ties
To get there left the Island
Had to cross a wooden bridge
One more thing that I should tell you
We had no ice box, had a fridge
I could go on forever
About my early childhood time
When discipline was rendered
And there was very little crime
You can tell I am digressing
As the past flows through my brain
Maybe next time I will tell you
Of my travels on the train
Family is not a place to argue
Family is where love is shared together
Family is not a fight for right or wrong
Nor it is a battlefield to be defeated
Family is not where you win or lose
It's a place for us to come back after being tired
A place of refuge being pressured on society out there
Family member should exert love to know how to express it
Must afraid of losing, must know how to keep the bond intact
Men who respect their family are most fortunate
It's always those who are successful and rich
Look at those husbands who eat alcohol
Drunk. Or the vulgar husbands
And all the husband who flirt with their girls
They are those husbands that can't get no success.
The truth lies between silence
wisdom, knowledge, and deception
it lies between politicians and big business men
supreme court judges and prosecutors
who be doing the sentencing
and the ones who know are too
afraid to come forward because fear is
what they be living in, and why I fight to expose
the truth the ones who fight to keep it hidden
be collecting big checks and
counting their dividends
The Truth lies between stupidity and ignorance
a lot of niggas talk that gangsta, gang banging
trappin, gun totting, killa life
they tell me to get it how I live so I'm livin Christ-Like
the truth lies between family ties and
business partners, peace makers, risk takers
the ones that wanna see someone do good
and the people that we call haters
it lies between savoring the moment
and those who are
outspoken, heartbroken, they say stop snitching
or your loved ones gettin a death certificate notice
the truth lies between me and them friends and enemies
trusting in man and puttin faith in the one who was
and who will always be with me
He waits, by the gate, alone
I never know quite what for,
Family ties divided,
withdrawn, perhaps forlorn.
His life is riotous,
yet his soul is gentle,
although the mind; tumultuous
his heart is sentimental.
For he loves her, he knows
a fair kind lady
who greets him with a smile
and removes all malady.
His love is friendship,
considerate and mild,
not a lovers fair,
but a genuine; thanks for being there.
He waits by the gate,
carries her bag
as she leads him into a world
of joy, avoiding the drag.
After he leaves,
he returns with a smile,
a cake for her birthday,
welcoming, free of beguile.
He is loved,
her gift for all,
but to him,
it is in no way small.
Her heart is fire,
flame, and care,
and she comes to gate,
knowing he will be there.
To make this one easy to spread,
You will need.
At least one high profile celebrity,
Or Politician.
You could substitute any person who is in a high position of trust.
An event organiser,
And a Spin Doctor.
Method,
Remove the high profile brain and wash it thoroughly,
Making sure to remove any family ties,
And burning them,
So they can not grow back.
Once the brain is back in place,
You are ready to introduce the spin Doctor to the mix,
No skimping on Quality here,
If you want some grains of truth still left on the newly washed brain.
When you are satisfied the spin Doctor,
Has got the theory to a spreadable consistency,
Then it is time to entrust it to your event organiser.
The beauty of this recipe apart from the fact,
That no one wants to claim copyright on it,
Is that it can be made to fit any theory,
With little change of ingredients.
Good luck and remember I didn't give you the recipe.