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Johnny Thunders… Room 37.
John Anthony Genzale JR, a man that did the drugs and booze,
Not only born to live but ultimately born to lose.
Born in fifty two he loved the game of baseball,
But would never cut his hair that was his little league downfall….
That and his bad dad, but Johnny Volume would soon rule..
Along with the Jaywalkers at Quintano High School.
Then in sixty eight he would go to Fillmore East,
At a bar called "Nobody"'"s"on Bleeker Street
He would learn to drink his Bourbon ice so neat.
Then he was a sales clerk at the Da Nazz Leather Shop,
He would meet some future Dolls, then they were the "Actress"'"s."
But it was just a whistle stop..
Renamed Johnny Thunders after a comic book of the same name,
The New York Dolls were formed
His life would never be the same…
Two critically acclaimed Albums
"The New York Dolls" "Too much too soon"
But both commercially void,
Not enough to buy a Coke spoon..
In seventy five the Dolls broke up
Those trash glams all with attitude ,
Even bands today look back
With nothing but hard rock gratitude.
Johnny then formed The Heartbreakers ,released one brilliant LP
Los Angeles Mother F@kers
Know as L.A.M.F.
What an album I do decree…
Though I still love "So Alone"
A solo of such class..
He drifted here and there,
Then it was alas…
He lasted till nineteen ninety one,
His heroin a complete addiction..
But his death it was a mystery
There should have been a murder conviction!
Many rumours surround his death, I do suspect foul play.
St Peters House Hotel, New Orleans, such a great cliché.
Gangster dealers gave him LSD
Ripped off his Methadone supply..
Pretty sure they killed him,
Such a sad goodbye.
His room number was thirty seven,
It was ransacked of all his possessions,
What is known for certain,
Is there has never been no confessions..
"You can"t put your arms around a memory,
Don"t try don"t try..
You"'re just a bastard kid
And you got no name
Cause you"re living with me
We"re one and the same."
Nice one Johnny..
Sadly missed.
Form:
And positive death is striking vivaciously
her weakened,shrunk and paralyzed body;
the tiny breath of miraculous life
still persists agains its given time!
Gradma,at ninety-one,you draw the sincere
love of all who surrounded you with obedience;
your ever-beautiful face,although now is pale and bony,
renounces weakness and fear...
refusing to withhold the weakest smile from us,
but still keeps on opening those expressive,blue eyes...
Grandma,you earned the highly
and unique respect of your descendents!
The durable strength and victorious courage
you have shown in crucial times...will influence
whoever is witnessing your atrocious suffering;
and still love keeps on glittering in those
sorrowful eyes that are remembering
the lenght of years you guided them with knowledge!
And positive death is tormenting your feeble body...
and we silently stand by your bed-side,not
murmuring against death,which is the reality of us all,
but we only whisper words and shed tears continously...
while our trembling hands caress tenderly
your long and white hair strealked with light gold!
He was born in Yonkers, just north of New York City.
This man grew up to be funny and witty.
While working in a luncheonette owned by his family,
with the art of patois, Sid displayed proficiency.
As a funny comedian, he made his presence felt.
Sid got his start in upstate New York in the Borscht Belt.
As a saxophonist, his first job was at the Vacationland.
He became an influential member of the hotel’s band.
With the late Imogene Coca, he was a television pioneer.
On Broadway and in movies, Sid would also appear.
However, alcohol and barbiturates nearly destroyed his career.
A recovery brought him back into entertainment’s sphere.
Over the years, many awards and recognitions came his way.
At the age of ninety-one, Sid Caesar passed away.
RIP Sid Caesar
(1922-2014)
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and variety.com for information
I obtained to write this poem.
The life of my father,
The life he created,
The life he has lived,
The kindness he gave us.
It is an extraordinary life.
At the age of ninety-one,
He can say he went to Siberia
And swam in the Atlantic.
He lived through wars.
He was not called a hero,
But he was a hero to us,
Always with a kind heart.
His smile, his love,
His generous heart,
He led a company
And gave it his all.
He had no shoes at the age of five.
He knew hunger at the age of ten.
He was a scholar by eighteen,
A father,
A leader.
Now he does not remember much,
But he remembers how to love.
He reminds us to be kind.
He remembers to care.
Mysterious Tower
From top of a tower I am watching Sun about to set
Western sky is ready to display twilight at best
Spectacular color patterns started to display
by reflected, refracted and diffracted Sun ray.
Leaning on the railing
I am also observing
turbulent sea waves whirling, rolling
and thrashing on the sandy shore
Sun has descended the horizon
I am whispering an orison
to God of Ocean
Charming twilight got saturated in dark
Sun rays left no single spark
All the viewers are getting down
I am the loner at night of No Moon.
I felt, now I am to leave the tower.
Already it is too late hour.
When I climbed, i counted the steps as hundred.
I started counting steps again as I am to descend.
One, two,..........twenty- four .....fifty -nine, sixty
Sixty-one......seventy-three......eighty-nine, ninety
ninety-one.......hundred, hundred-one...........two hundred
two hundred and one........five hundred........ No end.
I am descending and counting, counting and descending,
I am going down and down, steps are going down unending.
07/04/16
Nineteen ninety-one, just four years in,
love's first blossoms wilting, with little peace,
and, straining underneath its fragile skin
resentment, like hot magma, sought release.
A revelation reared its ugly head,
something I never knew from years before,
the cracks grew wider, from them anger bled
erupting skyward from it's ugly sore.
Like through the ceasefire in some no-man's land,
where hopeful birdsong soothes amidst the calm
she introduced herself and shook my hand
a warm 'hello', a smile, and I was charmed.
'Love at first sight' I thought was a cliché,
a fairytale for those more heart than brain,
but must be real, for now I felt that way,
infatuated, giddy, free of pain.
In no time we were lovers, things moved fast
from handshakes to bedmates, blink of an eye,
it all seemed meant to be and built to last
as those few breathless days passed quickly by.
But, sadly, things did not turn out that way,
responsibilities dogged every move
This love affair was but a holiday
and doomed to fail, thus circumstances proved.
Unravelled years ago, I hold a thread,
one end of it still tugs within my heart
reminding me of something not quite dead
that stops us both from being far apart.
But one thought often crosses through my mind
is that she doesn't hold the other end,
a truth I hope that I shall never find
which means this broken heart will never mend.
For contest 'An incomplete love story', sponsor Faraz Ajmal
11th July 2018
This world is a lonely place full of phony fakes drug addicts killers and pedophiles and those who rape
lowly snakes who pretend to smile but only chase the dollar signs coz that cash really motivates
there's alot of good people in this world too but there's too many sick little girls and little boys true
I saw a show a five year old was on his death bed his parents were beside themselves but not once did he get scared
He just stared at his mum while she said prayers said don't worry mummy I'll just play in heaven til you get there
and that was hard to hear coz heaven
there is probably none only hell on earth
When kids die before their lifes begun
How can god decide that a child's time has come when a rock spider gets to live until he's ninety one
But then if heavens real the child gets eternal life
But so does the pedophile all he has to do is turn to Christ
This world is beautiful humans are disgusting
Adults too cynical children too trusting
Religion's misleading
governed by corruption
Catholic church supports child abuse
Because they touch kids
We take for granted how we were born and raised
With health care overseas theres babies born with aids
And there's no money for the treatment so they are forced to pray
But there's cash for ak's and they can afford grenades
And in parts of the world they still torcher slaves and force young girls to marry
way before the age
Of consent all becoz the parents formed a trade sold her innocence to the highest
Bidder and were already paid
Written 05/08/2026 for Gospel song contest Lyric form only sponsored by Regina Mcintosh
Praise His Faithfulness
Joy in my hands
Love that holds me close
Daily provision, daily blessings
Guardian angels surrounding me
Under the shelter of His care
Tonight I feel it deep in me
Peaceful and full of joy right here
Blessed beyond measure
Blessed beyond measure
Father heart of God
I am free to be me
Blessed beyond measure
Blessed beyond measure
Peaceful and full of joy
I lift my praise to Thee
He is my refuge
My safe hiding place
Psalm ninety-one over me
Grace for everyday
He covers my going out
He covers my coming in
His kindness leads me home
Again and again
Guardian angels surrounding me
Under the shelter of His care
Tonight I feel it deep in me
Peaceful and full of joy right here
Blessed beyond measure
Blessed beyond measure
Father heart of God
I am free to be me
Blessed beyond measure
Blessed beyond measure
Peaceful and full of joy
I lift my praise to Thee
Room for the prayer I carry
Room for my quiet need
Hold me in your mercy
Teach my heart to sing
Blessed beyond measure
Blessed beyond measure
Father heart of God
I am free to be me
Blessed beyond measure
Blessed beyond measure
Tonight I’m held in peace
And full of joy in Thee
She's ninety-one, she doesn't get
electronic things and such.
She can mess up any device
with just a look or touch.
Yes, things change as years go by
but Mom's not one of those.
We steer her clear of newish things.
That's just the way it goes.
We gave up trying to log her on
to the computer at my house.
A battle of wills, it did ensue
between Mom and the computer mouse.
It was a war she could not win.
Frustration was the name of the day.
The cell phone was our next attempt,
which also failed in a very big way.
Remote control buttons are covered up.
Only the bare minimum can be seen
because when she starts pushing them all
her language becomes obscene.
So, its a basic T.V. and phone for her.
She really doesn't care too much.
She's ninety-one and doesn't get
electronic things and such.
03/10/2016
Father now journeys
into afterlife destination alone,
October 7th, 2020 mid afternoon
with Earthlings ministration did attone
where night envelops his lovely bones
rendered devoid of any groan
courtesy Roxanol (morphine)
and Ativan finding him prone
to experience painlessness, and no
his dying wish, plus last will and testament
won't include burial and/or headstone
cuz, he wants to integrate and did intone
cremation as ecologically friendly option
scattering ashes to parts known
someday... yours truly will too
succumb to the dead zone.
Stark reminder to live fully an urgent yen
to live life fullest between now and when...
ever yours truly exits
stage door left, perhaps ten
twenty, thirty... eighty, ninety, one hundred...
additional orbits around sun
a remarkable human phenomenon
(me) courtesy mine burning ken
bequeaths modest minute man
near accursed immortality longevity totaling even
score of years counting (crows)
and father time among his brethren.
Distress unavoidable which mortality doth bring
nevertheless, tis impossible mission
to eradicate pain and suffering, which doth sting
consolation assuages grief, viz prayer
and buttressing coping with spiritual wing
profound absence augments biting zing.
Biological reproduction begetting offspring
lodging within uterine abode
subsequent in utero development
regarding accretion embryonic node
biological algorithm doth automatically encode,
nevertheless longevity invariably affected
no doubt courtesy lifestyle mode.
Random crapshoot luck of the draw offspring born
genetic blueprints also decree existence transient
parents emphatically teach progeny
got no choice must inform
daughter(s), and son(s) ineluctably forsworn
demise bound with birth certificate presents horn
of dilemma conscious the next generation
granted only so many Earth orbitz around sun.
Once grim reaper deftly
communicates I must bid adieu
eternal hasta la vista to kith and kin
please don't shed a tear for generic
germane admirable bad company crew
member, albeit healthy as an ox
never got the flu,
an atheist doubting thomas
though genealogy records
incorporate many a cynical Jew
at least one legendary antiestablishmentarian
gleaned within mine purview
shunned, ostracized and banished to Xando.