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We had;
The face behind
the mask and
Chattanooga
choo, choo.
A boy and his dog and
Bill and Coo.
We three and
Gaslight.
The black cat and
Dead of the night.
A string of pearls and
Bambi.
Candid Camera and
Hop along Cassidy.
Moonlight cocktail
And Dumbo.
Java jive and
Pinocchio.
Paper doll and
Shoo, shoo, baby.
Blueberry hill and
Yankee doodle dandy.
Glenn Miller and
Doris Day.
Linda and
Dorian Gray.
Dead man's eyes and
Ed Sullivan Show.
Jekyll and Hyde and
Abbott and Costello.
In the mood and
The Lone Ranger.
Frank Sinatra and
A woman to remember.
Cat people and
Citizen Cane.
Fantasia and
John Wayne.
Turbo1904?
PS it’s Poetry
“There’s praise in words, and words in praise
“Write ON, Write ON”
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Yes its PS it’s Poetry
“There’s praise in words, and words in praise
“Write ON, Write ON”
In a closet, stuffed in bags,
My records gather dust.
The player’s gone and speakers, too,
But keeping them’s a must.
My friend is giving hers away,
But on the other side,
My sister got my cousin’s batch,
Passed to her when he died.
I hear that vinyl’s coming back,
Yet those of us of age,
Remember our collections,
Adding groups we saw on stage.*
It was a thrill to hear a song
And buy a new LP,
Which way back then was how
We gained accessibility.
A needle on a record,
Careful, so it wouldn’t scratch,
Did provide a magic feeling that
No other modes can match.
*Often on The Ed Sullivan Show
*WE ALL LIVE IN A ‘NUT SUBMARINE’
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In a park where the oaks stretch tall,
four bushy-tailed lads heed the call.
With acorn guitars and a nut-shaker beat,
the Liverpudlians scamper on stage
John Lemontail, sharp-eyed and sly,
scribbles lyrics that question the sky:
*“Imagine no birdfeeders… it isn’t hard to do…”
Paul McNutty, the crooner so smooth,
sings *“Yesterday, my walnuts were gone—
Now I need a new place to carry on!”
George Harristripes, mystic and lean,
chants *“Within You, Without You, Walnut Supreme.”
He meditates deep ‘neath a mushroom cap’s shade.
Ringtail Starr, on a hollow log drum,
thumps out a rhythm: “Boom-chicka-bum!”
His cheeks bulge with pecans, a percussive stash.
They thrill on the Ed Sullivan stage,
*“Twist and Shout!” they harmonize causing quite a rage
leaving female squirrels with nutty desire.
Ideally yours truly prefers
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon,
yet who most deaf fin knit lee
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity,
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!
(to the tune of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band)
It was 50 years ago today
That the Beatles had the chance to play
On Ed Sullivan’s iconic show –
Can it really be so long ago?
So now it’s time to reminisce
About that night of teenage bliss –
John, Paul, George & Ringo’s U.S. stand.
‘Twas John, Paul, George & Ringo’s Beatles band
Who crossed the pond to say hello.
John, Paul, George & Ringo’s Beatles band –
The audience did overflow.
John, Paul, George & Ringo
With their British lingo;
Would we love them? Bingo!
Oh, how so!
Felt wonderful to watch them.
Oh man, it was a thrill
To be a teenage girl back then.
It was the highlight of my life
And it’s remembered still.
I can’t really get it down in rhyme
But if you experienced that time
Then you’ll know exactly what I feel,
What the clippings simply can’t reveal.
So let us pause to celebrate
Ed Sullivan, ‘cause on this date
On his stage we watched that Beatles band…
Marilyn and Elvis, iconic, and well-loved, cherished, beloved.
Loved and beloved in the same sentence? Only for these two.
They both have a vulnerability and a tragic back story
Elvis had to live for his twin, Aaron, who died in the womb
Marilyn had to reinvent herself, so someone would love her
Both unaware of how beautiful they were; neither understanding
We who grew up in the sixties wanted to fall in love with them
They were both edgy, a bit out there, classically unique, daring.
They both caused parents to shudder, and talk.
Anyone who can make Ed Sullivan blush is okay with me.
They were sex symbols, without trying to be.
Okay, Marilyn tried. All Elvis had to do was give you his look.
That smoldering look that made you gasp
They were our beautiful people, our icons,
The ones we all wanted to be; the ones we would be
When we grew up. We all aspired to be Marilyn and Elvis.
Better yet, Marilyn and Elvis.
Her hearing and sight were taken away
When she was just about two years old,
She struggled to become what she did -
An example, brilliant and bold.
Helen Keller was bright minded,
On hope she always did dwell
She was not only an icon for the struggling,
But for the fit and healthy as well.
“It was in the dreary month of February”
That into emptiness she fell -
She lived with her sense of touch,
Taking walks was her respite from hell.
She was seven when Annie Sullivan came
And completely changed her life,
An amazing teacher, sincere and kind -
Soon, Helen was over her strife.
She learnt to ‘hear' by touching
The lips of those who talked,
She could only manage random sounds -
Yet she was never mocked.
Under the guidance of Ms. Annie,
Helen improved in her speech,
She perfected herself in the art of Braille
And soon, she began to teach!*
She dreamt of going to college -
Her wish, of course, came true.
Her caring classmates bought her a pup
And wrote a verse on her too.
She had a group of admirers
Like Graham Bell and Mark Twain.
She gave her life to study and learn -
Her efforts did not go in vain.
Helen Keller was a great woman -
She’ll forever stay in my mind,
And I hope in the midst of her troubles,
That happiness and joy she did find.
She never bent her head, she always held it high -
She looked at the world straight in the eye.^
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* :- She taught people about values, once able to speak understandably
Her classmates' poem wrote for her :-
Beside her task our efforts pale,
She never knew the world for fail;
Beside her triumphs ours are naught,
For hers were far more dearly brought.
^ :- From her own quote
(To be sang to the tune of...
"Modern Major General" by Gilbert and Sullivan)
I am the very model of a modern medi miracle.
I've defied all odds against prognosis. It's hysterical!
I've so many issues now,
Still living and I don't know how.
I am the very model of a modern medi miracle.
I shouldn't have made fifty - I'm now an octogenarian!
The Guinness Book of Records have now started on their queryin'.
I've simply lived a healthy life
Without unnecessary strife.
I am the very model of a modern medi miracle.
I've found humour through the darkest and most trying of all times.
Sometimes there are no words and no, nor are there any clever lines.
But funny strikes through thick and thin,
Convinces us that we can win
And somehow lightens heavy loads when things start to look frightenin'.
It made me feel quite proud when I was dubbed by docs "the alpha male"
This means I'm extra strong and so to prove them right I will not fail.
This power that resides in me
Gives me the capability
To be a living proof that there are modern medi miracles.
I've found joy in things I see. The sky. The plant life and the bird.
My soul is often lifted by the natural music I have heard.
Yes. Not all meds are clinical.
There's love. There's faith. To add to all,
It helps to be a model of a modern medi miracle.
There are special people who have always stood right by my side.
Those closest to my heart have listened to the tears I have cried.
So looking back it's obvious,
Lest you be oblivious
Why I am the model of a modern medi miracle!
Teachers are a venerable lot,
Happy that I belong to that ‘special’ sort
Instilling in young ones -
Newer insights gleaned,
Enriching their lives -
With atoms of knowledge pooled,
Brightening their paths -
With millions of lanterns lit,
Rowing them away -
From the perilous shoals of life,
And leading them to be anchored
On safer shores!
She has to play all at once, myriad roles,
More of a mentor and not just a tutor,
A physician who heals, a nurse who tends,
A parent who cares or a pal who shares,
As Socrates instructed the youth -
Through endless queries,
As Sullivan led Keller -
To the new dawn of light,
I strove to be a TEACHER in every sense.
A teacher is a sculptor who sees an angel,
Veiled within a rock!
An architect building an edifice,
To last a life time!
A warrior uncompromising in war,
On Ignorance – the most ignoble foe!
In life aren’t we all performers?
As a woman, I have donned many roles
A daughter, wife, mother
Friend, Neighbor and what not
But of all, the greatest was being a teacher
Where I coalesced many roles
To suit to every occasion
Looking back, I can say for sure
Being a teacher has been the best
Of all other performances in my life
,
Now with pride, would I wear the mantle,
Of a teacher for all eyes to see!
May.12.2022
~Placed First~
The Greatest Performance of My Life Poetry Contest
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