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Hammers, Slammers, Polly Pockets, My Little Pony, and Pogs
Back when my big sister collected frogs
Hello Kitty, Kerokeroppi, Badtz Maru
I'm bringing the 80's back to you
American Dolls, Cabbage Patch Kids, Kareoke Machines
These were the 80's toys - back when they were a thing
Saying: Rad, Dude, Far-Out, Cool, As If, and Hang Loose
D.A.R.E. to keep kids off drugs - at every participating school
Stupid fabricated lies about pot commercials (or weed)
To virtually f--k up our Stoner's Scene
Crazy-Daisies, Slip•N•Slides, Ferris Wheels, Graviton and carnival rides at fairs
Neon non-permanent colored hairspray in your hair
Nickle Nickle Arcades, Gigantic Pickles, Big Sticks
Froot•By•The•Foot, Pixie Sticks, Fun Dip, and Big League Chew
The Ice Cream Man, Vans, and butterfly kisses that children knew
Catching and trapping beach crabs in the sand
Basketball Hoops, A.Y.S.O. Soccer, Atari, Super Mario Man - and even more
Tinker•Toys, Sock 'em Bop 'em Robots, VHS, and burning CD's
With your Legos sprawled all across your grandmother's floor
No wireless phones and no Internet
Just wired landlines, dial-up, and pink butterfly nets
Mud pies, cigarette gum -
Back when being a child was fun
Bop•It and Twister, Monopoly, Game of Life, Mousetrap, Sorry, and Candyland
We can't forget Operation, Don't Break The Ice, Jenga -
And to remember to always play nice
Magic the Gathering, and Dungeons & Dragons - with dice
I miss these days - now that they are all gone ---
How many other kids had to come home
The moment those street lights came on?
Being from Florida
after a severe nervous
breakdown I suffered
social phobias anxieties
fear panic isolated raising
my children witness
protection I collected
every Disney movie
every Disney book
I wasn’t able to watch
regular TV or news
only movies we collected
this kelp the children
occupied when video
games were just starting
Mario brothers funny
looking back my grand
children get to hear
the stories of how
granny collected every
Disney movie real treasures
the real treasure is having
my 97 year old WWII
grandfather watching his
favourite Disney character
with us my being a retired
daycare teacher from Munich
Germany retired PTA organiser
special olympics organiser
volunteering from the cover of
the healthy start magazine
Fox News having 8 children
26 grandchildren two great
grandchildren i feel absolutely
blessed to be apart
of so many positive lives
from gifted honor students
architecture engineering
orchestra stem drone pilots
Bio med teachers
whom I raised in Florida
and it all started with
Disney 100 years ago this
is why I collected every
Disney movie being an
American Mouseketeer
we’d visit Disney every year
M.I.C.K.E.Y M.O.U.S.E U.S.A
THE WRITERS WORKSHOPS CAN BE HELPFUL BUT IT IS MORE IMPORTANTLY TO BE SAFE BEING A WRITER I KNOW FIRST HAND HOW IMPORTANT DUE TO MANY SIGHTS SELLING YOUR DATA AND INFORMATION AFTER HOMENINVADERS SEARCHING FOR MY WRITING TO SUMMIT TO AUTHORS LIKE STAR PARKER SIMON AND SUESTER HOUGHTON AND MILLFLIN I WAS BLESSED BALTIMORE ASSISTED WITH MY ORIGINAL WORK FINALLY SUMMITING ONLINE WAS EVEN WORSE AGAIN HACKERS RIPPING TITLES HACKING INTO EMAIL ADDRESSES APPLYING FOR CREFIT USING YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS I FIGURED IT WAS MY EX AGAIN WITH MY STALKER CIRO THEE IMPOSTERS DESPERATE YES PUBLICIST WERE GREAT ADVICE ALWAYS HAVE MORE THAN ONE EMAIL ADDRESS HELL SEVERAL PRIORITIZE BEING A WRITER ONE EMAIL ADDRESS FOR THE KIDS SCHOOLS HEALTH INSURANCE HOSPITAL MEDICAL ANOTHER EMAIL ADDRESS FOR CHARITY RELIGIOUS CHURCH VOLUNTEERING CHIOR DONATIONS AN EMAIL ADDRESS FOR YOUR BANKING NEEDS GOD FORBID HACKERS SEARCHING FOR WRITING OR POETRY EXPOSED TO YOUR ENTIRE LIFE EVEN HACKING INTO TELE HEALTH APPOINTMENTS ANOTHER THING USE A SUITER NYM IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR HACKERS TO USE YOUR MADE OF NAME FROM CHARACTERS IN YOUR BOOK MARIO PUZO WENT UNDER CLERI IT GAVE HIM PRIVACY WHY CLERI MARIO PUZO SEARVED AS A SUPPLY CLERK BECAUSE HIS SIGHT WAS BAD HE SERVED WITH MY POP GERMANY WW11 ITS IMPORTANT BEING A WRITER CREATING CHARACTERS FROM SOMETHING SO PERSONAL NO HACKER COULD TOUCH SUPPLY CLERK KEPT PUZO FROM COMBAT THIS CREATED THE CLERICUZIO FAMILY BECAUSE WHEN YOU ARE A WELL KNOWN POET WRITER HACKERS ARE WAITING FOR YOU NEW WORK TO LAND SO THAT THEY CAN ZAP BEFORE THE INK DRIVE SO YES I HAVE USED SUITER NYMS FUN CHARACTERS GIVING ME SERINITY AND PEACE WHILE SCULPTING MY MASTERPIECE NOVEL THE MANY WAYS TO REMAIN SAFE BEING A WRITER HACKERS CAN CHANGE YOUR PASSWORD HELL YOUR NAME YOUR BIRTH DATE TO HELP RACKETEER YOUR IDENTITY I AM BLESSED
TO HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER WHO IS A FAMOUS AUTHORS FROM CHICAGO WE WERE BOTH BORN IN 1963 NINE MONTHS APART OUR MOTHERS ARE SISTERS INSPITE HACKERS SENDING ME THREATS DIRECTLY FROM MY IMPOSTERS SADLY MY IMPOSTERS HAVE POSITIONS OF POWER COMMITING SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON ME FOR MY AMERICAN POETRY SHORT STORIES I WAS TERRIFIED BY MY STALKERS I AM SO BLESSED SO THANKFUL 1963 MY MOM GAVE BIRTH TO ME MY IMPOSTERS WERE DANGEROUS OBSESSED WITH MY LIFE WOW I HAVE A BIRTHDAY APPROACHING I AM SO THANKFUL
Have you thought about the music to send you on your way
If they played you Bach not Beethoven would there be hell to pay
I had to make the difficult choices when my father died
Mario Lanza ‘I’ll walk with God’ – oh how my mother cried
The Lithuanian National Anthem, of his heritage dad was proud
I can still picture him proudly singing it; he always sang it loud
Gaudeamus Igitur was another favourite song of dad’s
He would sing it regularly when he had a beer with the lads
Maybe its time now for you all to think ahead
For it will be too late when you are already dead
So think about the songs that you would choose
Do it while you are still here – you have nothing to lose!
16th August 2015
We once were two symbiotic peas in a pod
I looked forward to growing old together
I pushed you forward and you returned the favor
20 years we went through all seasons of weather
Then I noticed some cracks in our foundation
I never stopped trying to grow but you seemed stuck
I offered my hand to you hoping you’d catch up
But you swiped it away like a hockey puck
Others noticed you change but I remained hopeful
Unfortunately, people change and I can’t undo it
I removed myself from our shared business
I wanted to see if friendship was still befit
But again you swiped my hand away so I must depart
It hurts my heart but I’ve been preparing for this scenario
I’m going to take the silent but high road in this defeat
Perhaps someday we’ll once again be luigi and super mario
Perhaps not as I can still appreciate this closed chapter
When the opportunity came to be an actor, you decided to grab it.
Everybody enjoyed your performance in 'Who framed Roger Rabbit'.
You did a good job in 'Super Mario Bros.' even though that movie flopped.
But that film's failure didn't discourage you, you still came out on top.
To become a star, hard work and talent was what it took.
You did a great job in 'Mermaids', 'Mona Lisa' and in 'Hook'.
The world became a more fortunate place when you were born in 1942.
You died at the age of seventy-one and people will never forget you.
(Dedicated to Bob Hoskins who died on April 29, 2014.)
MARIETTE TURNER RICCARDO FROM OLD PHOTOGRAPHS FROM MY GRANDFATHERS COLLECTION OF SHOW GIRLS FROM HIS 1968 VEGAS MAZAGINE CHRISTMAS EDITIONS HOWEVER MARIETTA WAS MUCH MORE THAN THAT A JEWISH WOMAN WHOSE HUSBAND WAS CAPTURED DURINGWW11 MY GRANDFATHER TOLD ME SHE WOULD COME TO THE CAMP WEARING ONLY A FUR COAT MY POP WOULD HELP HER VISIT HER HUSBAND WHO WAS CAPTURED BY HITLER'S MEN AT ANYRATE AS I MOVED BACK NORTH STOPPING IN MARIETTA GEORGIA CROWN MOTEL SUFFERING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AFTER WITNESSING A MURDER AND FOR HURRICANES I CREATED MARIETTA KEATING A CHARACTER OF SORTS I WAS QUITE DESPERATE TRYING TO KEEP CIRO GARGANO AND HIS CRONIES FROM EXTORTING MY POETRY HE LATCHED ON TO MY POETRY ACTUALLY TRIED TO PAY JOHN GOTTI JR MAFIA DEBT. BY EXTORTING MY LIFE TO FEED TO THE GAMBINO CRIME FAMILY TO SETTLE HIS SCORES OVER THE PROPERTY ON SHERIDAN ROAD HIS TAILOR SHOP IDEA THAT FLEW OUT THE WINDOW WHEN HE TORCHED THE BUILDINGS TRIED TO WRITE AND HIDE FROM A MAD BOMBER USED CAR SALESMAN MILWAUKEE CRIME BOSS ARSONIST WHO LITERALLY BLEW MY BRAINS OUT GARGANO WAS ACTUALLY EXTORTING MY POETRY RACKETEERING MY POETRY TO SETTLE SCORES WITH GOTTI SO I REMEMBERED JOHNNY DEPP SECRET WINDOW HE ALSO WROTE IN A PENN NAME THIS ALLOWED ME TO WRITE WITHOUT THE STRESS OF GARGANO RIPPING MY TITLES HACKING INTO THE POETRY SIGHT AND WELL MARIETTA KEATING WAS BORN SO WAS HOLIDAY BILLIE CPL KING MARIETTA RICCARDO MERLOT YES AFTER A GLASS OF MERLOT I BELIEVED THIS ALLOWED ME A SAFE SPACE TO WRITE IN COMPLETE PRIVACY IT IS TRULY HARD BEING A WRITER PRIVACY IS EVERYTHING THANK YOU MARIETTA KEATING WE MADE LOVELY MUSIC TOGETHER MARIETTA KEATING MY ANCESTORS CARRIE KEATON ISOM KEETON MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER A ROYAL QUEEN CARRIE KEETON CONCIEVED MY NONA WITH WILLIAM MASON ITALIAN MASONARY BEING A WRITING TAKES PATIENCE YOU HAVE TO HAVE SIUTER NYMES TO PREVENT FATAL STALKERS FROM EXTORTING YOUR WORK I LOVE WRITING TRIBUTES TO MY ANCESTORS ALL APART OF MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY I APPLAUD ANTHONY PUZO MARIO PUZO MARIO CLERI IT'S HOW HE CREATED THE LAST DON
GOD BLESS ALL WRITERS
PRIVACY IS SO CRUCIAL IT IS TRULY
A BLESSING TO SHARE MY GIFT OF WRITING
WITH THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Besides noticing a few people who quickly turned away into the stores, (like a cockroach when the light switch is activated.) Penney also noticed that she had forgotten her bra. Well, she didn't forget one and didn't usually even wear one, but in this instance it really helped them out. The husbands upon noticing and gawking were blocking the path to them briefly, until they noticed Michael "bouncing" and got the hell out of dodge. But any amount of aid they could get was welcomed. They really needed an ace in the hole. If they could distract Michael long enough to enter the "escape rooms", then even if seen, they could run the Scooby Doo gang "nether realm voodoo portal gag" with all those doors in there, would really be a shot in the arm to their "staying alive" campaign. Well, son of a , it would be alot of fun and after all they had been through today, that would be just what the doctor ordered (if he was a non licensed witch doctor nurse practitioner, like on the Mario Bros. Cartoons, remember when he made that itching powder?, that was awesome!) For that matter, I wonder who could eat more, Scooby or Yoshi? Hey, wait a minute, wth do you think this is, you trying to pull a fast one? Back to the action.
The mall Easter Bunny was making his rounds after a liquid lunch and some car "video viewing". As Mr. Cottontale noticed Penney, she noticed him and "gave him notice", if you know what I mean. Some military Men on leave noticed too and saluted. The Bunny noticed Michael pursuing and did not need the competetion. He stuck out his leg and sent Michael flying into the railing, that sending blood gushing from Michaels nose as it planted a kiss onto the hardwood. It didn't deter Michael, however, the First Ladyboy picked himself up and the eight inch Bowie Knife (a knife given to him by David Bowie) that had spilled onto the hard tile floor. Gus who had noticed this from his hiding vantage point (and job as scout) from the escape room thought, hey, it has been well over three minutes, Michael must have ditched or disarmed the bomb during all of this. But that knife looked serious. He was not about to take his chances with a crazed lunatic.....
Form:
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?
That summer of 1969 in Venice still resonates within me...
A Slovak boy, Mario, and an Italian girl, Laura – fourteen and thirteen years old.
She had long chestnut hair and captivating eyes…
We sat on a bank by a bridge in the evening,
while illuminated boats floating on the lagoon.
The song Sotto le stelle, Beneath the Stars, played from a nearby bar.
I listened with amazement to that melodic speech, watching her charming gestures.
I didn't understand a word, yet I felt a blissful warmth in my heart...
Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall; Laura gave me a quick kiss on the cheek
and vanished under the arcade of a weathered building.
Just then, a shooting star fell...
I have carried the imprint of her lips in my heart all my life.