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AS I WATCHED MY GRANDDAD LOOK AT MY GRAMMIE
HIS EYES LIT UP SO EVERYTIME HE'D SAY SEE
THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS IN ALL THAT SHE DOES
I LOOKED AT HER WRINKLE HANDS MY EYES A FUZZ
AT WHAT HE SAW WHEN HESAW SO MUCH LOVE
SHE SMILED SO HEAVENLY AS HE'D SAY MY PRETTY
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AS I YOUNG AND WITTY
THEY DANCED AND GLANCED IN EACHOTHERS EYES
NEVER HAD THEY EVER LOOKED WITH DISPISE
HIS SMILE WAS SO BIG SHE FIXING HIS CUFFLINKS
AS HE SPINNED HER AROUND THE KITCHEN SINK
SHE LAUGHED AND SUNG SO AS HER HANDS CLAPPED
THEMAN WAS STUNTED BY THIS VISION OF AGE
MOST MEN CARRIED LADIES FROM A MAGAZINE PAGE
THIS COUPLE OF SUCH APPRECIATION SO MUCH JOY
SHE WAS LIKE A MAIDEN AND HE AS A YOUNG BOY
I ASKED COULD I CUT IN AND HAVE JUST A DANCE
HE SAID YOU'RE TO OLD AND SASSIE NOT A CHANCE
YOU SEE THE DAY WAS YOUNG AND SO WERE THEY
SO WE MOVED THE TABLES AND GOT OUT OF THE WAY
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 11-17-2004
DURING A BLIZZARD SUFFERING FROM PTSD PENT UP
WITH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AWAITING TO TESTFY
IN A MURDER TRIAL IN TAMPA BAY STARRING AT MY
POP VEGAS MAGAZINE SO THIS WAS WRITTEN
FOR MY GRAND PARENTS ROOSEVELT AND NONA
THE HOUSE OF NOTES WHERE THE BLUES JAZZ CARBARET
WAS QUITE VIVID MY BEING A WRITER IN HIDING FROM
MY KILLERS MY STALKERS I NEEDED TO CONCEAL
MY IDENTITY FROM MY STALKERS WHILE THAT MURDER
TRIAL WAS GOING DIDN'T WANT MY JAMAICAN
KILLERS LOCATING ME BEFORE THE TRIAL BEGAN
SO I CREATED MARIETTA KEATING FROM MY POP
VEGAS MAGAZINE HE SAID I HAD MARIETTA'S EYES
THE SHOWGIRL ON THE COVER WEARING FEATHERS
ON THE COVER MARIETTA THE JEWISH LADY FROM
WW11 MY POP ALLOWED HER TO SEE HER HUSBAND
WHO WAS HELD CAPTURED BY THE GERMANS MARIETTA
KEATING BECAME A VERY IMPORTANT PART OF MY EXISTANCE
MY WAY OF GIVING A TRIBUTE TO MY IRISH ANCESTORS
FROM KEATON IRELAND
NO DIFFERENT THAN MARIO PUZO WRITING IN HIS
SUITER NYME CLERI OR YOLANDA CORNELIA GIOVANNI JR.
SUITER NYME NIKKI GIOVANNI COPING WITH SEVERAL
MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES INCLUDING A FEW ALTO EGOS
MARIETTA KEATING BECAME JUST THAT AN ALTO EGO
BECOMING ONE WITH YOUR CHARACTERS OVERTIME
THIS POEM IS A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE TO MY GRANDPARENTS
WATCHING THEM DANCE LIKE THEY WERE FOREVER AT
THE HIGHSCHOOL DANCE AT 81 YEARS YOUNG
Skipping school to play baseball,
spending up all I got at the Mall;
having fun and laugh with girls
who love Coca Cola and burgers.
It's a day of fun for kids dripping with sweat,
if I'm lucky to hit a home run, I will freak;
Mario runs for first base, he doesn't make it:
we lose the game, our team was way too weak.
Now it's time for ice cream, we head for Carvel,
I spend all my saved money to pay for the bill;
I hope mom doesn't see the broken piggy jar:
she'll ground me, no playing on the monkey bar.
A red car pulls up the curb, it's ugly and clanky;
" Who's that lady with the straw hat? It's mom! "
" Come here, little brat; you're grounded,Tom!"
I just turn pale and say sorry for playing hooky.
Written on 5/17/2017
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.
Striving to be happy all the time is unrealistic
Your child born with Down syndrome
The early years were driven by fear and ignorance
Life became more complex -
constantly trying to find balance
Jacob has difficulty learning -
born into a world where one does not fit
All children have enormous potential
Support your child in making decisions at any time in life
~~~
Jacob loved lullabies
could see it in his eyes
He listens and communicates
using movements, no rule relates
Skilled at drawing and painting
I rarely hear him complaining
It's fun to play Super Mario
but, Superman is his hero
Jacob flies around all day
a completely normal child's play
To the man who cheered my childhood idleness
When want of money seized the Mario Bros from me.
To the man who planted in me the seed of madness
To string words like multi-coloured beads to see
Some hidden truth, to say some itchy sadness,
To display the velvet waves of a grassy plane in some wilderness.
I remember “Et tu Brute” impressed on that page
Of beautiful poetry you wove into a thickening web.
Enthralled by this beauty, the Muse had me in a cage
And soon out of my own tottering pen, I would be a deb.
The Sonnets, Othello, Twelfth Night, Hamlet: my pleasant voyage
Into the Land of Words till sunlight to the horizon would ebb.
To the Bard of Stratford-upon-Avon on your birthday
To the speculation on the dictionary whence
You spun your magic and awed many in and beyond your day,
To the father of the deepest yet saddest romance:
The bitter tale of hatred to which Romeo and Juliet fell prey:
We miss your plume pouring life onto our every sense.
(c) Nyonglema
7/29/21
"30"
While seeing lifeforms scurry
Heard it all from a little birdie
This morning the birds extra chirpy
Can't take too long, got to hurry
In order to make the best of this journey
Got to hold on sturdy
And stack up turkey
Realizing what is and isn't worthy
None of it is going to deter me
Animals and people being shirty
Humans being flirty
And quirky
Often putting themselves firstly
The lines are getting murky
Sounds like a free-for-all A.K.A. Destruction Derby
Vision getting blurry
My cup always dirty
Still getting up early
I use to worry
Bothered me, like it hurt me
Just leads you more quickly toward the gurney
Now I just push on with super-saiyan fury
You'd think I popped a perky
Or had on a jersey
Recently turned thirty
On a planet with constant controversy
And often no mercy
As another Earthling
It's disturbing
That problems keep returning
Ten Hut!
Heads up!
Otherwise you'll be a dead duck
And get setup
You ain't got a damn clue
Because you've never had to
I use to, but no longer do I feel bad for you
Always the party goes
Go ahead and call me Luigi or Mario
Sometimes working on cardio
When I turn into Bowser, it'll take more than an army yo
Funny thing is, nearly everybody hardly knows
You really ain't got the smarts or heart it shows
Send you into another dimension, I'm not sorry though
Through many misadventures.
It's you I seek.
Climbing the many stairs that lead me to my goal.
It's never enough.
Through the laterals of vault jumps.
Through the brick and mortar of red paths.
I still see them when I close my eyes.
No matter how terrified I am.
I still make that jump for you.
Finding all the traces you've been.
The worn soles of the many miles I've traveled.
My self put to the side.
I find the many seeds that we've planted.
Once beautiful, now overgrown to the point that they no longer fit in regular pots.
Without you there's no reason to toil around anymore.
The ghosts of who we use to be wait behind every corner.
Confronting me everytime I turn my back.
Still it's you that I seek.
Finding my own personal hell.
Fire breathing dragon included.
I've tried to hide myself behind my work to no avail.
It follows me everywhere I go.
The inter-workings of my mind.
I've found myself hanging on a string.
Time after time.
Bridges that I've crossed getting from point A to B.
The growth that's essential to make it to the next stage.
The sound of coins no longer entices.
Facing my fears in the hope of reaching you again.
Finding a better me.
The final ax to the head of the fire breathing dragon that guards you closely.
In the end to find that this closet I keep my fears.
Has turned to another castle.
With another dragon.
My name is Mario and I have an ingrate for a brother, his name is Luigi.
Even though our games are in my name, he's always had it better than me.
He needs to be taught a lesson and it will be left up to me to teach.
The sorry bastard takes everything, he even married Princess Peach.
He always got all of the attention from our father and mother.
Now he wants our games to be called the Super Luigi Brothers.
He went over my head and asked Nintendo to change the title.
I'm so pissed off at him that I'm starting to feel homicidal.
I sued Hollywood Pictures in 1993 because they did something that really made me mad.
When they filmed the Super Mario Bros. Movie, they made me old enough to be Luigi's Dad.
I deserve seniority because I've been in more Nintendo games than Luigi.
I was in Donkey Kong and years later I was in Mike Tyson's Punch-Out as the referee.
Luigi had better learn that I will not take his sass.
If he doesn't shape up, I'm going to kick his Italian ass!
(This poem was inspired by the Super Mario Bros. Games.)
Seeing her again was much of a surprise,
Cindy dropped by to say a sweet hello;
she flashed such an incredible smile:
I didn't ask Cindy if she loved Mario.
We had coffee and went back
to a time when we dreamed
on a meadow where a hemlock
grew among lilies we adored.
Missing one another was very clear
and a little painful to admit with a warm touch;
we certainly wanted to be together,
not to spoil a romance that bloomed last March.
I didn't ask Cindy if she still loved Mario,
my plan was to have her back forever;
the word untrue couldn't weaken my libido:
I cheated as well, our wild past didn't matter.
Cyndy, I'll wipe the sadness off your teary cheeks;
Cindy, what guy won't forgive you if he did worse?
I wasn't the truest, no passion was in any verse;
I should have shown sweetness, not a sea of tears.
I didn't ask Cindy if she still loved Mario,
was I not aware that she had the right to choose?
A wound may never heal, it's not a bruise;
can a Libra ever pair up with a seductive Scorpio?
We met in Valletta city on a fine November day
Introductions...hugs and kisses; we got talking straight away.
All agreed to go sight-seeing – architecture , harbour view
Made a stop to buy an ice-cream where there is a constant queue .
We strolled on and at Cordina’s chose al fresco to sit down
Next to regal Queen Victoria, a stone lady with a crown.
Drinks were ordered and pastizzi, which were followed by some cakes
Freshly baked and appetizing, all adorned with chocolate flakes.
We were served by cherub Fabio busy running out and in
Second time the badge said Mario, then we found that he’s his twin.
Jan and hubby soaked the sunshine, the Calluses hugged the shade
Those around spoke multilingual, a musician plied his trade.
We stayed there and spoke for ages, watched the tourists walking by.
Valentina took our photos; she is young and sweet as pie.
Jan and Bob will be returning in two years on Malta’s shore
Although Maurice has predicted it will be a year before!
They will then be celebrating married bliss with silver ware
All on Soup will be invited; this occasion is to share.
That’s a promise made for keeping – friends will meet for sure once more
We shall have some cake and snickers; sweet surprises lie in store!
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Fun poem ~ co-written by Paul-Jan-Valentina on 2/11/2014