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Rebellious hearts won fame and infamy,
And knew black nights of burgundy.
Then resisted we the merest tyranny;
For we'd so long longed to be free.
So hip and wild and young--
We touched tongue to tongue.
And to our dreams fiercely clung;
Children of the flowers we frolicked among.
In an age of such degeneration,
Blossomed the youth of my generation;
Who had a penchant for creation,
And caused very much diversification.
We graced museums with pop art,
And sang pop music from the heart.
Memories of scarlet evenings won't depart;
Naked lust never kept lovers apart.
All the world was young when I was!
Seems even the bluebird had a cause.
Our actions gave authoritarians much pause;
We broke the most rigid rules and laws.
Breath to breath, flesh to flesh, toe to toe;
Baby, tell me, where did the years go?
Of smoky rooms, black nights and disco,
And the rosy mornings of love's afterglow?
Her song was too beautiful for ordinary words
Ending it on a sweet note that no heart ever forgot
Remembering her for offering a priceless gift
Seems right to praise her for a big heart without greed
Pop music and opera were the two things she loved
Immense was forgiveness when wrong made her sad
Regret for not having loved enough was a silly guilt
Incredible was her enthusiasm towards all children
Total discipline she demanded like soldiers in combat
All but pain mom withheld from me, trust was the essence
Lording over others with equality was pure nobility
Illness invaded her body, but she battled it with fortitude
Vigilance averted danger in foreseen things others ignored
Extraordinary was the faith she was placed in me learning values
Another mom couldn't have been be more thoughtful that she was
"Nonna" the grandchildren called her when they came to visit
Dear were those happy angels she proudly hugged and kissed
Seeing her fragility towards the end, one thought of her death
Though she suffered, she wished to share a delightful thought
Innovating was her style of looking at elegant things
Love secured by confidence, was an embrace of joy
Limpid eyes as skies gazed over to impart comfort
" Live with honesty " was a motto that identified her integrity
Indeed her words were full of fairness and humanity
Vengeance never shone on that face of endless humility
Endurance was learned by kindness, not by rage
Spiritual advice was a spring of lasting knowledge
Copyright 2015 ( c ) by Andrew Crisci
•• When a new hive is done, what do the bees do?
Have a house-swarming party,
and give a welcome hearty.
•• What did the duck say to the waiter?
"Let me have my fill,
just put it on my bill.”
•• Why is the mushroom always the hit of the party?
He's a real fungi,
loves to play the pungi.
•• Why do coffee beans have successful marriages?
Their love is well founded,
They keep each other grounded.
•• Why do pizza chefs work extra hard?
The flour bed, they hoe,
They knead the dough.
•• Why can’t you lie to the x-ray tech?
Don't let them get to you,
They can see right through you.
•• Why did the balloons run away from the concert?
The reason pinned was basic,
They were playing pop music!
•• What was the reporter doing at the ice cream shop?
Trying to stay in the loop,
Getting the sundae scoop!
•• What did the judge say when the skunk walked into the courtroom?
Cut the case short!
Odor in the court!
•• What do you call a sleeping bull?
It's a bull-dozer,
Don't go closer.
•• Where does a fish keep its money?
To be frank,
On the river bank.
•• What kind of whale is the saddest?
A blue whale,
Looking pale.
•• How does the ocean say farewell?
It behaves
And waves.
•• What fruit do twins like best?
Pears!
Equal shares!
•• Why did the kid climb the tree to study?
It was the best location
To get a higher education.
8th March 2023
For Margarita Lillico's "Pun fun" contest
(All puns taken from yourdictionary.com and edited and rhymed by me)
Incurred a higher price
we couldn't resist they were
unquie and near perfect
the cost of hiring this Musicail Marvel
could, should and would
prove to be Musicail genius.
the skill level of the musicains
impressed all." The right people smiled"
one person said. The studios reputation
bought a certain level of eminence.
Eigenharp and Hanagon are new instruments
we wished to incorpate them into
our sound. Rhythmic influences and catchy beats
with a smooth groovy sounds. with recognizable
topics thatput the listener first. An apprecation of music
with topics that speak to love and disappiontment..
"the Love Tween Us"
was contracted and was written with
instruction to detail. The composer of the music and the lyric writer
would fuse a soulful sound
but with lyric thaat are often accoacaated with pop music.
"she Rerhersted Her new Name" is a song about
a man and woman preparing to marry. Actors were used with scripts
to make sure the words
were perfect for what the product represented.
Gating to rid the sound of noise.
But He didn't like production Lingo due to it's negativity.
They redefined certain words and gave classes at the studio,
editing defintions to
filter out the overall nbegative aspects of dealing withtalented people.
GIVE ME SOME TRUTH
John, was born October 9, 1940, in Liverpool
He met Paul McCartney in 1957
John and Paul formed a close working relationship ... COME TOGETHER
Young and fearless guys with music as the common interest
Over time, it became a REVOLUTION
When we talk about John Lennon, his name associates with The Beatles
With members John Lennon, Paul McCartney,
George Harrison and Ringo Starr
WELL, WELL, WELL in the music world it became POWER TO THE PEOPLE
John left The Beatles in September 1969, a new TICKET TO RIDE
CLEANUP TIME for the skilled songwriter, vocalist and guitarist
- He would continue as a solo artist BLESS YOU
I became LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS when I listened to his music
LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED, sounded so beautiful
NOBODY TOLD ME, that John was actually a heavy drug user
IT'S SO HARD ... to deal with
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, greatest of all is love
IMAGINE, John and me in the NORWEGIAN WOOD
STARTING OVER, a new life in my home country
MOTHER ... HERE WE GO AGAIN ... I was in love
GROW OLD WITH ME John,
happiness is a word that tastes sweet in my mouth
Together with you, the song begins to find the right sound
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
I AM THE WALRUS - a stupid young girl who dreams
NOBODY LOVES YOU (When You're Down And Out)
John lived on BORROWED TIME,
bitter rivals and demons sparkle in the air
I feel lonely ... and I'M SO TIRED
MOTHER said : YOU GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY
... YA YA
Song titles by John Lennon, listed below :
GIVE ME SOME TRUTH
COME TOGETHER
REVOLUTION
WELL, WELL, WELL
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
TICKET TO RIDE
CLEANUP TIME
BLESS YOU
LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS
LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED
NOBODY TOLD ME
IT'S SO HARD
ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE
IMAGINE
NORWEGIAN WOOD
STARTING OVER
MOTHER
HERE WE GO AGAIN
GROW OLD WITH ME
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
I AM THE WALRUS
NOBODY LOVES YOU (When You're Down And Out)
BORROWED TIME
I'M SO TIRED
YOU GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY
YA YA
04.04.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
The Paratrooper
I was falling through the air couldn’t see a thing, opened up
my big black umbrella and descended in an orderly fashion.
A scythe of a moon gave enough light so I could see the coastline
and the dark, menacing sea just waiting to fill my lung with water.
By manipulating the umbrella`s ribs, I landed safely on the beach,
folded the collapsible and got away as foam and horrid sea tried to
drag me under. To get home I had to walk through a monocultural
nightmare of pop music, endless Fado, and orange trees the bore
nothing, but yellow fruit no one bothers to pick up as the land
is drowning in sticky juice and no gin. Anyway, supermarkets sold
virtual orangeade. I was walking uphill now, downhill too, but
mostly uphill. From a hilltop, I could see my cottage; noticed the yard
light was still on and hear the desultory din of an aeroplane circling
looking for a lost passenger
Another legends been lost
The steel cries a little more
But what a meeting today
Up at Heavens door
He stopped loving her today
And it's been chiseled in stone
I walk the line once more
As they sing me back home
Chorus
What was left of the good
Has been replaced by the bad
He left country his music
While leaving us sad
So write me a song
Pen me a tear
Bring on the heartache
And pass me a beer
Remember those sad songs
When your not feeling blue
May they be the reminders
Of what not to do
Chorus
Don't take all that was good
And replace it with bad
Calling pop music country
As we lose legends like Hag
The Possum's up yonder
And Cash ran out
The Voice said all his goodbyes
How I'll miss that old sound
You Fall ...
the ground of your reality dissolves in this
stream of distraction, this inconvenient passion
the mawkish pop music you mock
is now singing your story, as
your thoughts, your breath, your blood
all consumed by his eyes, his voice, his words
all the moments of his notice of you
painting your gray paper with extrinsic purple
and lavish green, filling your thirsty cup
with intoxicating attention, until time
is measured only by your meetings
You Stall...
hitting the invisible, inimical wall
penalized and ostracized
for presuming the right to ask why
for waking from complicit worship
for retaking your will and your mind
for staining his golden idol
with faith of the atheist
You Call...
for all his proud proclamations
he is a needy, greedy child
your adoration is his sun
your life force he feasts on
disenchantment is your release
from the prison of submission
his hollow heart, his churlish charm
all merely a false alarm-
9/10/18
Pop
Fine, Pleasant
Jingling, tingling, sounding
Drum, guitar, piano, flute
Dancing, singing, enjoying
Ecstatic, luscious
Music
Sponsor: Dr. Ram
Mehta
Contest:Diamente
October 25, 2013
This morning weighs more than it should
a preponderance of sorrow and joy
about what I have and what I lost
and the moon to the west hides before the storm.
Astronomers say the universe, too, weighs
more than it should. It bears a dark presence.
I know I must let go of the love I’ve known
to put it in its time and place.
A side street lies in front of my house—
I’ve travelled many highways and roads
I’ll never forget.
I’ll always remember what brought me here.
Thunder rumbles over the hills
on a quiet morning as I sit at my laptop.
I write after I watch a video
of Ben Folds composing a song
for an orchestra in time minutes.
He lays melodies for the string section
upon melodies for woodwinds and brass
and he sings as the composition
comes to life.
My memories whisper as the screen fades
Clouds obscure the sky
and I long for much-needed rain.
A small sliver of atmosphere
hugs the earth and bears the change
just below vast darkness and bands of stars.
Rain patters the window as I sit
in a dim room and write
and I embrace what I compose
allowing my poem to possess
before I turn on the light.
The clothes dryer in the back hallway hums
as I wear my underwear and robe.
As the world around me lives and dies
I am looking for stars.
*Ben Folds— a pop music performer, pianist, and composure of classical music