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The Celestial NAAFI
Well there sits old Buck like he always did,
Waving his pipe and tilting his lid.
There’s Johnny and Ronny and Shep and old Taffy,
And Soapy still doing his impression of Daffy.
Flapper all quiet at the side with McGraw.
Knocker and Geordie, and old Billy Shore.
And over there’s Banjo, spinning his yarns,
And Bod with his girlfriends, trying to dance.
There’s Baggins and Pusser, Slinger and Freddy,
There’s Millie with Googie – they look like they’re ready.
With Annie and Jo-Jo, it looks like old Hutch
Is making sure he hasn’t lost his light touch.
While Jeffers and Benjy are dealing the cards,
Doc still complains that that the games are too hard.
The faces familiar, the uniforms right,
All fitting perfect, none loose and none tight.
Everyone’s happy and looking their best,
From bulled-up toe-caps to the gongs on their chests.
Back by the bar are the older lads too,
Who went long before, whom none of us knew.
Blue suits and red coats, khaki and green,
All badges and headgear that ever were seen.
Ancient or modern, by sea, land or air,
Be sure of a welcome when it’s time to be there.
Raise a hand and smile, shout a cheery Hello!
To the Celestial NAAFI, where Service Folk go.
Beautiful floppy hat with a kaleidoscopic design,
You show up in the courtyard as I taste my wine.
Your wearer caught my eyes, she is such a beauty.
I wish I was not leaving tomorrow, but it is my duty.
I signed up for the navy before I met this lovely creature.
Recruiters got me hard and good, showing me a double feature.
I want to get her number, but kismet will have to be ready.
Right now, I am a seaman, shipping off, a guy named Freddy.
I take one last look at the beauty under the hat.
Is that my sister next to her? What do you think of that?
Kismet has a plan. I run over to say “hi”.
“This is my brother Fred, Sue said. “he is a great guy.”
IV.
Freddy was a man in love with his wife,
she’d been his six years to the day,
when word came that his firm was downsizing
and Fred’s sweet lawyer-job went away.
At first she smiled, and comforted him,
saying she’d stand there by his side,
that something better would soon turn up,
that this was just a short bump on life’s long ride.
But weeks went by, and then passed months,
and the firms, they just weren’t hiring.
Freddy grew depressed, what else could he be?
He was a lawyer going broke, perspiring.
And worse still his wife went out each day,
saying she was doing social work ‘with the girls.’
And each day she returned smelling as if
somebody had just rocked her world.
One cloudy day he followed her out,
trailing her to a condo downtown.
His old boss met her there at the door,
and Fred’s wife, his arms wrapped around.
He confronted her that night, expecting a war,
but she didn’t shout, or even try to deny.
“You’ve been so lifeless since you lost your job,
I just needed to finally feel alive!”
Fred stared in shock, not wanting to hear,
noting she never once said “I’m sorry.”
Within two months their marriage was done,
and she was his ex-boss’s new hussy.
Fred moved away, he found a new job
and was doing for himself quite well.
He dated again, but did they love him,
or his money? He never could tell.
So one day he went out with a cute girl
and told her he cleaned toilets for his pay,
As her friend ‘called’ with an ‘emergency,’
he watched her quickly scurry away.
He said,”Human nature, it just doesn’t change…”
Tribute to Baltimore
In memory of Freddy Gray
All The Colors Turn To Gray
On the thirteenth day of April
around the world some slept.
All the colors turned to gray
and in Baltimore some wept.
A young man with a troubled past
to his arrest he had submitted.
The world would soon then learn
no crime had been committed.
Heaven heard the plea's you made
angels listened as you cried.
While yet you were imprisoned
and help you were denied.
Oh Baltimore oh Baltimore
God help us all I pray!
As violence rises up in streets
and all the colors turn to Gray.
Where oh where will this all end
and how did this all start?
Where those assigned to saving lives
would have hardness in their heart.
Baltimore from me so far
still this much I know is true.
As all the colors turn to gray
my heart bleeds red for you.
Oh Baltimore oh Baltimore
God help us all I pray!
As violence rises up in streets
and all the colors turn to Gray.
Edwin C Hofert
Adam Lambert, a rare gift to this decade, reviving queen.
Seen no doubt in heaven by Freddy Mercury, the guy.
By the way, fine Aretha Franklin has also grabbed my heart.
Smart of me to fall in love with Andy Williams at young age.
Sage song Moon River still makes me smile all over the bedroom.
Looming into my mind is Al Hirt’s trumpet so big and bold.
Old to some. Can I say Alice Cooper and get a smile?
Miles along this path of memories are bands also, friend.
Send everyone to hear Alvin and the Chipmunks is you dare.
Harrowing to think of them alongside Allman Brothers right?
Might I suggest Aerosmith and Adele should take to the keys?
Please listen to sweet Ariana Grande next if you can.
Man up, turn on incredible volume of ABBA
Way out of my league are all of these A-list singers and bands.
Grandiose in appearance, especially that Adam fellow.
Funicello is still a favorite in my childhood day.
Way past hiding my age now. Confess Annette is her first name.
Game to listening to new singers, poets, bands of all kinds.
Dr. McNitt’s coming, we were warned. She’s old-school.
Secretly my heart was cheering, this meant strict rules.
Seasoned and sassy, I wisely kept my counsel to myself,
I am so glad though she is coming back 6 months off the shelf.
The evaluations aren’t finished, lamented a young teacher, year one.
She was scared because classroom management, this turkey has practically none.
Dr. McNitt arrived the day after conferences, ripe and ready.
I’m terrified of her, a co-worker said. (She never was too steady).
Dr. McNitt’s bark was gruff, but she truly has a gentle heart of gold.
Best of all, we’re on the same wavelength, seasoned and bold.
Today I hear her talking with another staff member through the wall.
Dr. McNitt’s advice is sound, and her fearless spine stands tall.
She gets along exceedingly well with everyone here,
And her pup Winston spreads daily doses of goodwill and happy cheer.
She’s leaving Friday, and although it’s two days, I am mourning already.
If she gets a new dog, she’d better name her Caren, not Poindexter or Freddy.
In a word, I love you, Dr. McNitt, You’ve done a bang up job!
Come back in a heartbeat, you remind me of Bette, and Cher and Maud!
"Last Christmas I gave you my heart"
a heart so thirsty for your aqua nest,
a nest I thought was just for me
and waited for a nod so many days.
"Used to think that life was sweet"
as sweet as your beautiful face,
a face that soon would smile at me
but in your nest was somebody else.
"If he brings you happiness"
"no, I'll never get the blues"
I am yet to take back my heart
still it is entwined with yours.
"No New Years day to celebrate"
for celebration means you to me,
if you someday give back my heart
along with it,give your heart free.
Song#1:George Michael(Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart)
Song#2:Cliff Richard(Used To Think That Life Was Sweet)
Song#3:Freddy Fender(If He Brings You Happiness)
Song#4:Cliff Richard (Lucky Lips)
Song#5:Stevie Wonder(No New Years Day To Celebrate)
© 2011 kashinath karmakar (15th May 2011)
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My soul has been sleeping for quite some time,
I dreamed about dreams that were lost for a while.
I was vanished by fear and felt nightmare in my life
There are moments of renunciation that painted me black.
God sent an afterglow allowing me to see His bright lights
I’m now wide awake with hopes and I’m ready to fight.
This is my chance of living my dreams that were lost long ago
I won’t fall asleep and let my dreams be dreams
I don’t want to lose control and fall two times more
Be prepared in battles like have never seen before
Life may be as unkind as Freddy Krueger
But that won’t rip off my conquest of fulfillment
I may live to stumble over and over again
Yet I will live to rise and put smile on my face
I may live to suffer with nothing at all
But I will be living my dreams…
I will live once more!
O, I addicted to those slain, demons;
They who yet still approach me in my dreams;
Mephisto conjure fears crescents dreaming;
So corrupt so vain those of my dream schemes,
woes to those who abstain from the Savior;
Who’s unsaved us, such a slayer-traitor?
destined and drained must put up with myself,
Rebuke, rebuke, and rebuke all that else...
Scary dreams demons fill horrible plights;
Screams of remorse, over harsh somber sights;
Grouching body no more nightmares to fear,
Morbid master no Freddy Krueger here;
Awaken I from my allotted stare;
Grouching body no more nightmares to fear;
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We're rambling and we're ready
Everybody hop on the bus
Rolling along, rocking steady
Ready Freddy we're all standing up
But are we lost in the translation
Frenzy spilling from the cup
Drowning out a once great nation
"Where is all the tolerance"
Memories in the making
Hating where the day comes from
Blind disaster dating
What has happened to all of the love
Aren't we all brothers and sisters
Neighbors with a once peaceful cause
I just have one question mister
"Where is all the tolerance"
When the pain gets its name from the struggle
Haven't we all struggled long enough
The deeper the dig uncovers trouble
Forgiveness covered in dust
Screaming hate only leads to violence
Where is the trust we once had in love
What is right should never be silenced
"Where is all the tolerance"