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They called it terminating a pregnancy you know,
like they were canceling some out-of-date TV show.
If you don’t like the song do you kill the radio,
Oh Momma, surely there has to be a better way.
You never gave me the chance for my life to unfold,
for me to fall in love, to laugh, to cry, to grow old.
And now the story of my life can never be told,
Oh Momma, why have you flushed my hopes and dreams away.
I understand what you’re saying, it’s your right to choose,
you don’t need some bureaucrat telling you what to do.
But what about me mommy don’t I have some rights too,
Oh Momma, I’m out of sight out of mind so they say.
To dream, to breathe, and to love are rights that my God gave,
to be allowed to follow my path from birth to grave.
Should you be permitted to dismiss that with a wave,
Oh Momma, for the world’s sins why did I have to pay.
Bathing in the light between the curtains from the moon
cellphone fifteen inches from my head
hours since it's ringtone summoned with insistent tune
just a ticking clock nearby instead.
Nobody wants me.
The gentle sound of breathing from the pillow next to mine
in concert with the blanket's rise and fall
subliminal messages say that everything is fine
tonight I shan't expect to hear her call.
Nobody wants me.
My toes seek out my slippers and I pad into the hall
a silhouette lies on the window sill
cat resting by the heater curled up tightly in a ball
no interest in my presence, calm and still.
Nobody wants me.
In the spare room, PC on and wait for it to boot
now bathing in it's blue ethereal glow
check emails, see if anything I've sent bears any fruit,
just news about some mindless TV show.
Nobody wants me.
Elbows on the table, rest my chin upon my hands
receptive mind like a satellite dish
concentrate on nothing, leave the light off in my head,
just wait, she will appear, no need to wish,
when nobody wants me.
The muse arrives, I come alive, the keyboard takes control
from nowhere crowds of words forming a queue,
mystical powers in darkest hours from deep within the soul
she always pays a visit, and it's true-
when nobody wants me.
Hill street blues, I got the Hillstreet blues;
I got the hill street blues on my mind;
and I haven't got time;
and I ain't got time;
Just ain't got no time, just enough time;
to fight crime;
I got jail walkers, street stockers;
I got murderers, thief's and break ins;
I got carjacking's, muggings and shopliftings;
Barking dogs, dim lit bars, juveniles;
and I haven't got time;
and I ain't got no time, just enough time;
to fight crime;
Hill street blues I got the Hill street blues;
I got the Hill street blues on my mind;
and I ain't got time;
just got time;
ain't got time
to unwind, while fighting crime. . .
06/09/81
Lyrics written by James Edward Lee ©1981, 2018
Composed music by Michael Post
(written words by James E Lee from NBC TV show Hillstreet Blues opening theme based on musician Mike Post theme music
Words sung/or spoken to the music composed by Mike Post's Hill street Blues theme
She remained silent amidst the squeaks of the bats
Sleeping on the hostel bed, she dreamt of winging like a dove.
Her tears were blended with the blood of her chopped childhood.
Her mother's lap seemed to be the only place away from humiliating world.
Rain drops never fell on her umbrella and her feet never peddled a bicycle.
The winter snow never kissed her blanket and her only companion was her mom.
When she cracked jokes, her back was badly bruised.
Relishing the taste of her favorite chocolate made her starve that night.
When her friends danced in rain, she feared the thunders.
Watching her favorite TV show turned her a dark room prisoner.
The telephone in the boarding house never sang her name.
Saturday evenings never welcomed her into the visitor's room.
Her honey dipped concerts never sweetened the souls of her beloved.
Bed time stories never quietened her panicked breath.
Her questions were unanswered
Her screams were unheard
Her jokes were uncelebrated
Her pains were unattended.
Slowly,
Her sensitive heart was replaced by a sensible mind
Her unsung emotions turned into powerful words.
Her immense thirst for affection ended as she embraced and drank the juices of self love.
Years of her inner struggle finally endowed her with buoyant wings.
That innocent soul who was once called a thief,
Now stole a million hearts with her ink.
I wish that I could tell you that he's still alive but sadly, I can't.
He was a talented British actor and his name was Bob Grant.
I hate to say that on November the 8th of 2003, this gifted man died.
What made his death even more sad was that he committed suicide.
It was his third suicide attempt and he succeeded on his third try.
I feel sorry for him because he was so unhappy that he was determined to die.
His life ended because of carbon monoxide.
That was how that poor man committed suicide.
He starred in "On The Buses" and he did one hell of a good job on that TV show.
He also starred in other TV programs and movies and people hated to see him go.
[Dedicated to Bob Grant (1932-2003) who died on November 8, 2003]
Do you remember
'Ding-Dong School'
An 'educational TV show'
Who were they trying to fool
Were the viewers at home
or the teachers the ding-dongs
That I can't answer, but
about the music I'm not wrong
'Cos I'd watch and I'd laugh
all morning long
at the ridiculous lyrics
of their 'hit theme song:'
"I'm your school bell: ding-dong-ding
Boys and girls all hear me ring
Every time I ding-dong-ding
Come with me to play and sing."
I'd laugh so hard that I'd cry
My mother asked me, 'But why?'
I told her to check out some Dr. Seuss
So I could turn my starving brain loose
_______________________________________
'Ding-Dong-School' ran on American TV between
1952-1956. (I was born in 1950). If you want
to howl, just google the video of the show's
theme song. It's one-minute twelve-seconds
of pure embarrassment... Then the Russians
sent up Sputnik I, and we got a little more
serious over on this side of the world...
When I died, i arrived in Hell and there was a lesson that I quickly learned.
Satan is using a new kind of torture, people are no longer being burned.
It's a rotten, terrible and cruel thing for Satan to do.
Now he tortures people by forcing them to watch the new Doctor Who.
I did some really bad things while I was on Earth and now I'm in Hell because of what I did.
I'm being forced to watch the new Doctor Who and I can't look away or even close my eyelids.
I've always known that Adolf Hitler was evil but I was wrong when I thought that he's tough.
He screams like a little b**** as he watches the new Doctor Who TV show, it's pretty rough.
While I was on Earth, I was a liar, a thief and a despicable thug.
Now I'd do anything if I could receive a blindfold and earplugs.
As I'm being forced to watch the new Doctor Who, I scream and cry.
I didn't know that such a bad thing could happen when a person dies.
I'll tell people on Earth how to avoid my fate instead of just giving them a hint.
They'd better be on their very best behavior because Hell has a new torment.
I'm a PI named Barnaby Jones and I send killers to jail.
But when people receive my bills, they always yell.
Three years ago I exonerated a woman's husband of murder.
She screamed when she got my bill, you should've heard her.
I make plenty of money, I sure don't work for free.
I buy fancy suits with the money that clients pay me.
Letting people get away with murder is something I won't allow.
I drink so much milk that sometimes I suck the udders on cows.
When people see me doing that to their cows, they pull shotguns on me.
I'm a damn good Private Investigator but you will not like my fee.
(This poem is a parody of the TV show.)
My mind wanders as I sit alone
Wondering what is out there
Is it a world I could care about?
Millions of people all running around
Doing their own things
Separate lives not intertwined
Is there anyone even worth thinking about?
Does anyone think about me?
I strain my thoughts
Searching for one name
One person who deserves my thoughts
So many rush through my life
Never stopping to talk
That is okay for both of us
I never take the time to know them
They are dismissed as soon as they appear
Maybe I feel I am not good enough
Could it be that they are the inferior ones?
I may never know
I don’t care enough to want to know
So, why do I even ask?
---------- Before anyone asks...NO, I do no feel like this. I was watching a TV show abut
someone who felt this way and it got my creative juices flowing. ----------
Pareidolia you just come and go, you are good for watching a TV show. Reading this crazy book, pareidolia you just got me on a hook. I am now seeing things, things that have many large wings. Have my ears deceived me, I feel like I want to flee. Is this pareidolia or just another story, will I wake up in full glory.
Date Written: 7/24/2020