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We sat in clusters, on couches, giggling at the antics of the wild ones, the PP’s.
Aka popular peers, who were dancing with self confidence that oozed into the walls.
The PP’s were gyrating to folksongs, flinging each other over furniture, laughing also.
Their laughs made our laughs sound muted and staid until we had a bit more liquor.
Suddenly we were up dancing, part of the PP’s. No, better than the PP’s because….
Our extrovert-ism had dissipated; we were now glib and extravagant, glitzy and glamorous.
My best girls were kicking their feet into the air with a natural loss of inhibition.
I was the highest kicker of all, felt like a Rockette at Music Hall, only prettier.
Some guy laughed and pointed to our group of dancing Barbies. I smiled big time.
Flashing him my best “who gives a cranium” look, for my cranium was now dancing.
I had turned fluid, my appendages were flipping and flopping. I was unleashed.
A wild fox in the middle of a barely lit cavern of wild foxes. There had never been such a party.
Best party I ever attended, someone said in my ear. It was my friend Sadie.
She was totally utterly unabashedly in the world of Alice; and this was the tea party.
The mad hatter was the next person to catch my eye. I threw back my head like a pony.
Dancing so hard, that my heels made the clopping sounds of a seventeen hand high stallion.
If I never attended another party as long as I lived, it would be okay now.
For I was fifteen, and this party of all parties, made me feel joyful and pretty.
These feelings were terrific. This party gave me enough enthusiasm to last for the rest of my life.
A Cheshire cat was grinning at me from the couch. I gave him a flippant happy wave.
Written 12-6-2020
Contest: Party Folk Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
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A ROCKETTE
Of course, I always wanted to be.
With tanned long legs, so heavenly.
To be on stage, with wild headdresses,
And to have a lover waiting for me
with flowers and warm caresses.
Costumes are grand, lovely things,
And music makes my soul ring.
At night, now, with the stars all aglow.
In my beautiful dreams,
I am a Rockette, the hit of the show!
1/21/2021
Rockettte Dancers Perform in NYC
Radio City Music Hall
~3~
An old friend died today.
I lift my head and look back,
Down the long fabric of my past.
I remember us at a party –
We partied a lot in those
“Salad days” of our youth!
At one another’s homes
Babies, bolstered with pillows,
Slept on upstairs beds.
Good-natured competitions
Produced late night buffets.
The 20-40 Club – surely we’d
Never be more than 40!
What skits we put on!
The picnics and treasure hunts,
Singing in Musical Arts
Concerts at Troy Music Hall,
New Year’s Eve – a dinner-dance,
Then on ‘til dawn and
Bacon and eggs
At the all night diner.
In later years we kept in touch –
Calls, Christmas cards, rare visits -
Time always dropped away,
And we were back there yet!
Even now I only see Leona young -
Smiling that wonderful smile
That would light a room –
And singing, always singing!
I love you when your quiet
I love you like this
Chilled and laid back
Peace at long last
I love you when your playing
I love you wrestling too
Pulling on a sock
A tug of war is cool
Archies giggling and the snorting
You'd think he was a horse
Snorting and sniffing at the cat
Upon the wall
Barking Mad
She swaggers her tail
walking tall
Archies just a young lad after all
Uncle rocco takes it all in his stride
His coat of black and white
A look of peace and pride
Bounding like a big puppy through the music hall ...
Here comes Rocco
For some Rock and Roll ....
Pop Idol
Milk the applause, savour the day;
You only have thirty seconds left,
Of your fifteen minutes of fame.
Another band falls off the conveyor belt;
It’s time for you to be replaced, by another covers band.
Another wanna-bee, another piece of human trash;
Who simply follows the money.
In search of their star, in the music hall of fame.
Do you seriously think, you can last the pace?
And make another album that sells like your first?
You naïve fool, that’s what they call consumerism
And you’re definitely not, a new sensation.
You’re just another advertisement;
For their hit T.V. show, with the losers and the freaks.
Don’t you realize you’re only a star of car crash T.V.?
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
We received our invitation
To an old time music hall.
Where gentlemen wore Sunday's best
And ladies; to the nines.
Relaxing in the saloon bar,
Exchanging pleasantries.
Pre theatre drinks of cocktails,
With beers and fine French wines.
Then ushers wearing waistcoats,
Flat caps and polished boots
Announced in fifteen minutes,,
It would be showtime soon.
With bright lamplights, slowly fading low,
A wedding march played, then on with the show,
For our granddaughter, to be married on stage.
After all the photographs, and brushing tears away,
Waiting in the wings, until the fat lady sings,
Was a vintage charabanc, made in the good old days
Transporting us in time, with an ageless grace
To a wonderful feast, where we did celebrate.
It did not seem to be, that so long ago,
A pretty little girl, was sitting on our knee.
Nostalgic moments, for us to recall.
Safely locked inside, our abiding memory.
The skin remembers, even when the mind tries to forget
Scars etched deeper than bone, a roadmap of agony
They say time heals all wounds, they lie
Time only buries them deeper under the layer of lies
I used to feel joy and sorrow, life danced with empathy
Now? A hollow echo in a vacant music hall
Hope, they ripped it out, tendril by bleeding tendril
Left a barren landscape, scorched earth where nothing grows
Callous they call me, emotionless, a monster forged in fire
They don't see the demons I carry or the ghost at my side
They see the wreckage of the person I once was
Before the darkness claimed me, before all hope died
This echo resounding with the ghost of all my screams
All that I still try to bury in the darkest part of my soul
Only the screams refuse to stay buried, pushing daisies
Ones that are already wilted and dead as they rise
Sadly it mimics us, sadly I am dead yet still alive
In search of the light, a light I know will never shine
I can hear the music chiming with the wind, and I could hear an audible sound coming from top of the hill and my heart open to the sky and for one moment I could see where my destiny lies. The song was so sweet, and it had me moving on my feet. Everything was breath taking and the harmony in the voices was invigorating, when likeminded voices blend together it can heal the universe sorrows. I have never heard a rendition like that before; the voices get sweeter and sweeter as the heaven doors closed. I couldn’t tell if they were in a building or under a tree, but the songs brought memory of my childhood days to me. Chills rise up in my feet and spreads goose pimples on my skin before the heaven’s bell rings. The voices get louder and louder, and they camp on the hill and I listen to the universe sing. Open the doors, the bars, the music hall, the concert hall and let the daughters of Zion sing; let the daughters of Zion sing in the hills, let the daughters of Zion sing in the street on top of the floats and in the sea on the carnival boat, let the daughters of Zion sing. They make music with charms from the depth of their hearts the rhythmical patterns are unique and when they sing, they bring the audience to their feet. Their voices are sweet and their movements are discreet. Let the daughters of Zion sing and lift the burden from your head; their voices are healing and their music is comforting let the daughters of Zion sing. Let the daughters of Zion sing and march through the war zone, let the daughters of Zion sing until peace surrender on the throne; there music brings hope to the weary and comfort to the suffering. Let the voices of Zion sing and stop the bullets from raining, sing daughters of Zion and heal the wounds, sing daughters of Zion and heal the broken hearted. Sing daughter if Zion sing, and rise up with the morning, when the daughters of Zion sing the world will come alive and salute one another in the light sing daughters of Zion sing!
You're Beautiful, oh Yes You Are
(to be sung to the tune of "I'm Henery the Eighth, I Am" -a 1910 British music hall song by Fred Murray and R. P. Weston and Signature song of the music hall star Harry Champion which was made famous by Herman's Hermits in 1965)
You're beautiful, oh yes you are. Beautiful beautiful, yes you are!
All the makeup that you're wearing right now -
You don't even need it anyhow!
And all your actions are beautiful.
You shine with goodness like the brightest star.
Don't you say that you're not beautiful.
Beautiful is what you are!
You're so sweet that I repeat:
You're beautiful, oh yes you are. Beautiful beautiful, yes you are!
Eyes that smile at everybody you see.
More than beautiful you are to me.
And all your actions are beautiful.
You shine with goodness like the brightest star.
Don't you say that you're not beautiful.
Beautiful is what you are
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful is what you are! You are!
10/10/2021
for Natasha L. Scragg's Change The Record Poetry Contest
(I tried to put the video of Herman's Hermits singing the original song, but I couldn't get it to go. Anyway, the tune was one of my favorites as a ten year old!)
The boxer and the actor
I saw them on the sidewalk near The Radio music Hall
in New York, Jack was telling Alan a joke
Jack Dempsey wore a sport’s jacket, brown trousers
a white shirt’s open, top button open
shiny shoes; Alan Ladd, wore a grey suit, with matching
tie (Everyone had shiny shoe trainers not yet invented)
I noticed he was considerably smaller than Jack.
I was in awe had never seen someone famous
life and up close; this was, in 1957, I was so young.
I bought a ticket to see the show at the music hall
before the movie dancing girl came to the stage
with live music and plenty of thighs.
The final was a big kick a woman got it wrong
she kicked with her left leg when she realized her mistake
shifted to the right leg; too late, the music had stopped
but with one leg still in the air, it was what I remember.