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“The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said. (Excerpt from the book by H G Wells.)
WATCH OUT, run for your lives ...the Martians are coming!
Well on October 30, 1938
Terrified listeners truly thought the world was ending
When a radio broadcast
Of H G Wells book ‘The War of the Worlds’ was aired
Jeff Wayne turn the book into an epic musical story
Well over 40 years have passed since it was released
Millions have listened to the double album
And seen a Martian monster recreated in the stage show
Though the Martians first invade dry land
The album cover focuses on the war at sea …
Terror stricken sea travellers try to escape
A massive menacing metal monster
With bulging green bug like eyes
Its gleaming silver body perched high upon
Three spindly chop stick like tripod legs
It stalks the steamer like a spider eying its prey
The brave captain tries to steer the ship to safely
but it’s is tossed on stormy seas
like a rag doll thrown by a petulant toddler
Suddenly, the ebon sky is illuminated
By an intense golden beam - a death ray
Which pierces the bow of steamer
with pinpoint accuracy
White smoke billows, fire rages
Countless lives will be lost
Will the Martians conquer the world?
I won’t spoil it for you…
Just listen to the album story to find out
Believe me you won’t regret it!!
WASHED AWAY BY THE TIDE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I see the vestiges of yesterday,
echoes of mistakes,
like footprints in the sand,
that the time of time washed away.
Every mistake,
is like a grain of sand on the beach,
a sandcastle of errors,
mistakes that the tide of time washes away.
the wind of self-forgiveness
pulls me up, propelling me
beyond the limits
of mistakes I made yesterday.
I hear the wind, realizing…
the sky does not stop the dawn
for the clouds that came in.
nor does the river mourn
the stones that once obstructed its flow.
the beautiful truth—
*There is so much more to me
than my faults.
I am the promise
of who I am yet to be.
*Note:“You’re so much more than your mistakes.” quoted from Dr. Wayne Dyer
I don’t like what they say
They won’t see it our way
They rave and squawk
Proceed to talk
Shut them down, they’re hateful.
They do not go along
With History’s true song
They shout and bray
Cling to their faith
Shut them down, they’re hateful.
I never can explain
Why they think they’re John Wayne
They all own guns
Often more than one
Shut them down, they’re hateful.
They’re ideas are quite beserk
They fetishize hard word
They’d force the poor
To hard labour
Cut them down, they’re hateful.
They think that money spent
Poorly by government
Should be their own
And spent at home
Cut them down, they’re hateful.
So we’ll march in the streets
Punch them when we meet
We’ll put the fist
To those fascists
Cut them down, they’re hateful.
Don’t look at me like that
Don’t talk behind my back
You know I ride
One with the tribe
You cannot think I’m hateful
Think of what we’ve endured
Who are you to say ‘impure’
No one can sate
All those dictates
You know that I’m not hateful
You must resist the urge
Don’t put me in the purge
I heard the call
Marched with you all
I swear that I’m not hateful!
Bang.
On April 26, 1992 a baby boy was born to parents that did not want him. The parents chose to not abort, instead of terminating his life in the womb, they gave him up for adoption. Adopted he was loved and had wonderful parents that cared and nurtured him through his upbringing. Because two wonderful human beings cared for this young man, he grew up to be a role model for other Kids, in a generation where Heroes are needed to be looked up to, in a dark world that we are living in today. This young man did not succumb to drugs, crime, or hate. He stood out like a beacon of light and hope for those less fortunate in those evil environments. He was an overcomer to say the least. The one in a million Lottery ticket winner, if you will. Sadly he could have been an aborted statistic but God had other plans for this young man. At 30 years old he was 6ft 7 inches tall, 282 lbs. He beat the world record for homeruns in a single season without using drugs, or steroids, he accomplished this with hard work and training, and dedication. He is on par to win one of Baseball's greatest Honors, the Triple Crown. He could be the greatest player to play baseball of all time, but more importantly the life he has led, overshadows his abilities as a baseball player. He is what Heroes are made of. It all started with a Couple's love to adopt. Yes, my friends, the Hero I am referring to is America's greatest baseball player Aaron Judge. The story doesn't end there. For there are Five Heroes here. They are the original parents that chose to spare his life and give him up for adoption. They are Patty and Wayne Judge who opened their homes and hearts to raise a lovely son for the world to appreciate and love. Aaron leads by example. In all of the darkness in this world, God gave us a Light to see and appreciate through Aaron Judge...
Michael Tor
Inspired by Don Baron's article.
Dedicated to all baseball fans,
Yankee fans, and my brother
Gus for his love of Baseball.
From the Bronx in New York, he certainly went far.
In television and movies, this man became a star.
There were so many played characters we got to know.
Jim was "Mississippi" opposite John Wayne in "El Dorado"
In "Brian's Song", he was the late Bears fullback Brian Piccolo.
In "The Godfather", James was Vito Corleone's son Santino.
About this storied actor's roles, there is so much more to say.
At the age of eighty, James Caan is still going strong today.
I thank both imdb.com and wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Togetherness
Came the hearts and souls of a family letting go
of the self, soaring egos did show
the true essence of our family name
that came to know, life is but a joyous game
we did play - for a moment - to our hearts delight
leaving mediocrity, indifference, fear, to fight
for all that has made a family gathering a fine
affair, creating moments to remember for all time !
Providing my adventure with moments sublime.
For ever in your debt, thank you one and all
for heeding my Beautiful, Daughters call.
Thank you Wayne, for the possibility.
Thank you Gail, for making it a reality
Togetherness
B. J. “A” 2
August 21st 2014
Have you heard the national pundits scream?
Joe Biden won the election all clean.
But the numbers look crazy
And if you are not lazy
You can take a look and see what I mean.
Observe Allegheny, see what is meant;
Hundred thousand more votes from shrinking tent;
People are moving away;
Democrat county decay;
Record Dem votes implausible event.
See Maricopa, in Arizona.
Look at Kent, Oakland, Wayne, and Washtenaw.
None of the vote counts make sense,
Look; you’ll not be on the fence;
Vote fraud more damaging than the Rona.
Check out Gwinnett, Fulton, Dekalb, and Cobb.
If you can explain it, I’ll shut my gob.
Voter participation,
Would hold gratification.
If it was not so constricted, but broad.
Examine the vote count and you will see,
Numbers you never see in history.
Vote by mail, horrible plan;
Feast for a dishonest clan.
The numbers shout out, there’s no mystery.
There is no plum-colored ermine trimmed cloak to be worn,
and no one's pen is a royal scepter which gems will adorn.
Poets are just ordinary people whose creations are born
from their creative thoughts when hearts are joyful or torn.
There is no regal king to obey when he makes a demand,
nor an army to do his bidding when he barks out a command.
No captains are needed to shout orders. We're all a deckhand.
Court jesters at midnight hour, dipping quills in an inkstand.
So, whether your name is Don Juan, Petunia Pig, or Lil Wayne,
none of us should be proclaiming we're flying the airplane
If it's a throne any of you seek, your attempted coup is in vain.
I only speak for myself when I advocate for "No Purple Reign."
Please, do not ask me...
To pee in a cup!
Oh, that divine thrill an MD commands!
To have us pee in a cup~an experience so
far from thrilling,
Especially, even more so,if your bladder is
not willing!
You have to call in an unhappy staff member,
To run the water for you, as when you
were a child, now,recall do!
And she has to sing "Tiny Bubbles in the
Water" to you, too?
More embarrassment comes, when only two
drops fall in that ignominious plastic cup.
And your name is emblazoned on the
outside of it, much like the Stanley Cup!
Perhaps, I should carry it above my head?
As the great,Wayne Gretzky once did!
To the cheers and applause of the others,
Hysterical and believing..that I truly and
Absolutely lost my lid!
Bring on the Molson, eh?
Panagiota Romios
3/9/2019
Review the annals of history
Murder upon murder you'll see
Start with Adam and Eve's son, Cain
Who murdered his brother Abel in vain
Then there's Moses, the saintly lawgiver
Who murdered an Egyptian taskmaster and shivered
The greatest of playwrights, Shakespeare, didn't hedge his bets
He wrote of murder in 'Julius Caesar,' 'Macbeth' and 'Romeo & Juliet'
What of Abe Lincoln's assassin, Mr. John Wilkes Booth?
His name lives all these years later, verily and forsooth
There's Lee Harvey Oswald, shot JFK -- ended Camelot
Else his name wouldn't be worth a pee in a pot
Can't forget the serial killers, whose souls are damned:
Richard Speck, John Wayne Gacy, Son of Sam
Not to mention the 'iconic' socialists you all know:
Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao, and Idi Amin also
In this century you don't have to rack your brain
We've had Osama bin Laden, Bashar Assad, Sadam Hussein...
As for 'professionals,' Bonnie & Clyde are your bank robbers
And how about ('Scarface') Al Capone for a celebrity mobster?
So, you want your name to be ever remembered?
Just commit a few murders: Behead and dismember!