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Have you ever wondered who celebrities were
Before they became who they are?
Each one attained fame just by changing his name
And became a world-renowned star.
Some of my favs I have listed below,
Some, or all, of whom you, too, may know.
None of them current, but they lit up the past,
Neither were they the first,
And they won't be the last.
I hope you'll enjoy my pseudonym game*,
To make it more challenging, I have jumbled the names:
William Sydney Porter…better known as…
Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff…bka…
Marion Robert Morrison…bka…
Leonard Franklin Slye…bka…
Norma Jean Mortenson…bka…
Roy Harold Scherer, Jr….bka…
Mary Ann Evans…bka…
Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin de Francueil…bka…
Frances Ethel Gumm…bka…
Archibald Alec Leach…bka…
1. Marilyn Monroe 2. George Eliot 3. Georges Sand 4. Rock Hudson 5. O. Henry 6. Judy Garland 7. Cary Grant 8. Roy Rogers 9. Doris Day 10. John Wayne
*Give yourself a (virtual) gold star for every one you get right.
Dear Frank,
I'm sending a little note,
A note in the wind...
May you find this
Like I found you...
It was nearly a year ago,
In early December,
When I stumbled upon you.
Your voice and your music,
Your heart and your soul.
Floating into my ear,
Another kind of
Note in the wind...
And it made me smile.
As fate would have it
Music would fill a void
That I never saw coming...
Just days later...
When the Coronavirus
Would take my uncle away from me.
Just weeks before Christmas.
The very next day,
I was in my car,
Tuning the radio
To the only station
That plays holiday music,
Hoping that it would lift my spirits.
The first song that came on...
Was your version of
'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas'
It was you.
I knew it was you.
It was not Judy Garland.
It was not Bing Crosby.
It was Frank Sinatra.
After the song ended
The announcer confirmed it...
No other song, no other singer
Could have been more appropriate
In that moment...
I knew it was you.
I don't believe in coincidence.
I do believe in fate.
In that moment...
I almost cried, but didn't.
I smiled.
Not a day has gone by
That I don't listen
To one of your songs.
They make me smile.
Just like my uncle had.
I'm sending a little note
A note in the wind...
Just to say thanks
For the music, dear Frank.
May you find this
Like I found you...
With a smile...
P.S.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light...
Someday soon we all will be together
If the fates allow...
(October 27th, 2022)
Patent leather shoes dance my song
They hop and skip, and slide against the sidewalk
I do not care about the cracks or breaking backs.
I am Ginger Rogers, tap tap tap
Fred Astaire is astounded at my dancing prowess
I twirl. I whirl. I am living the 1950's famous dancer duo's life
I am Ginger and I am Fred.
I am whirling and twirling my happiness.
"GET IN HERE IMMEDIATELY!"
It is my mother's voice.
My heart begins beating double time.
I check myself as I walk.
My dress is still clean.
My long curls have not been completely shaken lose
Then I notice all the wet grey speckles on my brand new lacy socks
Uh-oh.
Sunday School starts in ten minutes
And now my twin will be the pretty one.
I will have to wear the plain socks
without the lace
I can tell by my prissy mother's face
That she was not as taken with my
Whirlish dervish mud puddle dancing
I stick my tongue out at my more-like-Judy-Garland face
after I change into the horrid plain socks
Not dancing now
All whirly-twirly gone.
Died a natural death
Sunday school
Damn
Place of
Shame
She handed me a shandygaff which I took to right away.
Oh, me, oh, my, I was soon drunker than a tipsy sailor,
And singing better than I had for years. Songs were coming
Out of me the way leaves come off a tree in the fall, only louder.
I was terrific at “Old Dan Tucker,”
Fantastic at “My Country Tis of Thee”,
And my “Over the Rainbow” was a contender
For the Judy Garland prize of the century.
I was amazing! I was amusing! My whit was hilarious,
I was more fabulous than I had ever been in my life,
For two seconds, but then I dropped, and fell asleep on the floor.
There was a hush for a second as people stared.
My husband carried me home.
I dreamed of my glory for hours.
My singing prowess! My keen sense of humor.
I had shown them!
Having no idea that eight people I work with
Had spiked my drink “thinking it would be funny”.
And amusing? Luckily, two sips put me down before
I died of alcohol poisoning.
I was out for eleven hours, because I do not usually drink.
So thanks co-workers, for helping me miss the entire
Stupid Christmas party.
Back next year? What would be the point?
Sunflower is the petal symbol,
Big round face follows the sun,
Signifies Honesty as a yellow cymbal,
Light in Truth sets free one,
Sheds light on fidelity, living loyal,
As 18 is coming of age, Love matures Hon!
18, the Chinese hold to be “prosperal”,
Past attempts weighed only a gram,
Will now weigh a ton, flourish neural!
Garnet does as 18’s stone,
Balanced intimacy levelly sensual,
Beyond a crush has attraction grown,
Giving, doing became mutual, sharing natural,
In the words of Judy Garland:
“Not in my ears, but in my heart, you whisper”,
“Not my lips, but my soul, you kissed!”
Sunflowers are drought resistant,
Reigns reciprocal kindness are dropping Rains!
On a summer night in Greenwich Village,
when neon trembled against wet pavement
and fear wore the uniform of the law,
a spark leapt from the shadows.
It was June 28, 1969.
The night the people who had been told
to lower their voices,
hide their hands,
change their walk,
bury their hearts,
finally said:
No.
At the doors of Stonewall Inn,
the pursuit of happiness ceased being a promise on paper
and became a demand carried by living, breathing souls.
Drag queens.
Runaways.
Dreamers.
Workers.
Artists.
Lovers.
People whose names history almost erased,
yet whose courage became a torch.
The world would later learn the names of heroes like
Marsha P. Johnson
and Sylvia Rivera,
but that night belonged to thousands,
each carrying a universe inside them,
each deserving the simple freedom
to exist.
To love.
To dance.
To breathe.
The journey was never straight.
It wound through funerals and protests,
through silence and song,
through years when hate marched openly
and hope marched anyway.
Yet every generation carried the banner forward,
stitching new colors into an unfinished quilt
of human dignity.
And as fate would have it,
the uprising began on the birthday of
Judy Garland,
whose voice had long offered refuge
to those searching for a place
somewhere over the rainbow.
Perhaps that is coincidence.
Perhaps it is poetry.
Today the rainbow flies in cities and small towns,
in courtrooms and classrooms,
in places where it once would have been dangerous
to whisper its name.
Not because the struggle is finished,
but because courage is contagious.
The pursuit of happiness
was never about chasing wealth,
or fame,
or applause.
It was always about the right
to wake each morning
unafraid of being yourself.
To hold a hand.
To speak your truth.
To live openly beneath the same sky
that belongs to everyone.
And so the voices continue.
Different accents.
Different stories.
Different songs.
Yet together they form a chorus
so powerful
that even history must stop and listen.
A chorus born in resistance,
carried by love,
and still marching
toward freedom.
Lewis Carroll, Harpo Marx,
Albert Einstein, Eminem,
Paul McCartney, Judy Garland –
These are just a few of them.
Add DaVinci and Obama,
Oprah, Jimi and Bill Gates,
Charlie Chaplin, Morgan Freeman –
All have something that relates.
R.B. Ginsburg, Mozart and
Ted Williams and, of course, Babe Ruth,
Helen Keller, Ringo Starr,
Matt Groening and Bart Simpson. (truth!)
Jerry Seinfeld, Larry Bird,
Ludwig B, Spike Lee, Mark Twain
Are among the ten percent
Who use the right side of the brain.
Since today’s Lefthanders Day
Let’s honor all of those who are
As I will with my grandson Henry,
Who’s my lefty fave by far!
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.