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The breeze has stirred the trees with tender strains
of promises. Refrains we could not keep.
But left behind, a fervent song remains,
in fields of grass, where summer goes to sleep.
Our silhouettes, once sketched beneath the sky,
of fingers, gently placed upon my breast,
are only dreams I've kept. And now I sigh
from memories the years have laid to rest
The seasons do recall. Who could forget
the blush of gold upon the summer's cheek?
Those days are gone, without regret, but yet
each dawn brings back the youth we long to seek
When summer's gone, and we, as well must go,
we'll rest our hearts in leaves of afterglow
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For Francine's Contest: Summer's End -- 8/25/13
It was September of 1960 and we were growing
Elvis sang "It's Now or Never" anticipation showing
New kids in town for our Freshman year
Our last at St. Jerome's, adulthood near.
We hung out at the Coffee Cup on Berwick Street
Five Point Diner and Palma were sweet
We never dreamed of growing old
Back when we wore blue and gold.
Sophomore year brought us to Saint Ann
Not old enough yet to be called a man
Hitch hike to the My Place and Bowling Alley
Travelled around the Panther Valley
Weekends looking for a brand new thrill
Going to the Coffee Shop in Summit Hill
On the Juke box "Runaround Sue" and "Cathy's Clown"
If "Rumble" came on we'd quickly leave town
Building memories as each day would unfold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
62 saw the Four Seasons singing "Sherry"
Our next two years would be with Saint Mary
Pep rallies in the court yard, who could forget
Sneak down to Henry's for a cigarette
Laughing, joking, we were only sixteen
Drop another nickel in the pinball machine
Flip a coin for a pool game, choose who will rack
Fan buses for away games, have a smoke in the back
Lou Christie sang "Two Faces Have I "
"The End of The World " made Skeeter cry
It was 63 and our time was near
We were starting our senior year
Unsure of what our future would hold
Back when we wore blue and gold
November came and some of us cried
The Friday President Kennedy died
Before the storm there is always a calm
Trouble brewing in Vietnam
In 64, invaded by another land
The Beatles wanted to hold our hand
The school would be one next year we were told
Back when we wore blue and gold
June arrived, graduation day
A time to rejoice, a time to pray
To change the world, thoughts so bold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
There I was in the 1970s
an impressionable sort of guy
then I learned about a lady
who when she sang I did sigh!
One of her albums just shook me
'we're children of coincidence
and Harpo Marx', where did he appear?
her music was filled with confidence
Ar that time of life, I was down
life didn't mean much these days
but Dory Previn was a voice of light
speaking to me what her music says
So many great tracks, I loved so much
'The Comedian', 'Wild Roses and 'I Wake Up Slow'
but 'How I Gonna Keep Myself Together'
inspired me to be able to musically grow
Of course who could forget the final song
the magical ' The Owl And The Pussycat'
sadly Dory passed away in 2012
thankfully her music lives on the fast track
(Dory Previn was my star of yesteryear, (1925-2012)
I just wanted to write about my favourite album. Why it is my favourite album, what a lot of special memories it holds, What feelings within me it still holds.)
Who could forget what happened on that unsuspecting and sunny day,
when no visible clouds drifted over the Twin Towers?
Little after midnight, the cool rain adds to the melancholy
of the descending angels; and I join them in prayer to remember the tragedy!
This should be a day of remembrance, not of hatred for the ignoble acts
the wicked committed, but would God accept unkindness instead of merciful deeds?
They called it another day of infamy,
and like Pearl Harbor we were taken by surprise;
that was an attack aimed at the military,
but on September 11 the terrorists attacked the civilians!
It seemed like lightning striking down sturdy trees,
and then fire broke out with smoke trails of a thousands feet;
" O my God! ", every employee screamed...quickly running down
the stairs engulfed by fire...causing an indescribable chaos everywhere!
" Take my hand, I will lead you to safety! " the firefighter said to the coughing woman.
" Hold onto my arm! " the policeman yelled out to the frail man,
who had dropped his eyeglasses and couldn't see!
Every firefighter and policeman acted like them, rescuing many without fearing death;
and hundreds of them, that awful morning, never returned home alive...
what a tragedy for their families that watched in horror and couldn't help!
Who wouldn't remember the courage of their noble and willing hearts?
And furthermore, who wouldn't engrave their valorous names on plaques and monuments?
Up above, by the gates of Paradise...Christ and His Father awaited them to accept their souls;
while archangels surrounding God's throne, sung hymns that humans couldn't sing...
those hymns that all the earthly heroes will sing with them when Heaven mourns again!
Their portraits, pictures and memorabilia hang above the fireplaces,
and on the decorated walls of the victims' homes, precincts and firehouses;
how could anybody take them down as they were worthless items?
Prize them more than gold or diamonds, o friends grieving that tremendous loss even today;
don't hate those who caused you sorrow and unbearable pain, be forgiving and show mercy...
as God does toward us; o friends remember your heroes for their valor and sacrifice!
My poem is dedicated to the victims and survivors of the September 11 attacks on America.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
So many numbers out there, but which ones do I choose
Twelve takes center stage, the day I joined the family tree
Seven, the time I rise and get ready for work, or just to go out and play
Four, a time to return home, or perhaps do some errands along the way
Nine the day I got married and a new journey began
Fourteen, Valentines Day, a night of love and romance to plan
Twenty -eight, the day my beautiful daughter entered the world to join me
Twenty-five Christmas Day, a festive time I am sure we all agree
And who could forget nine / eleven, that fateful day when terrorists had their way
Just think of all the numbers we have to deal with every single day
Without numbers, we would not be able to figure almost anything out
Just think of an election when they went to count the vote, finding a winner would always be in doubt
I had dreams of yesterday
I woke up with a smile
My dreams took me back
And it was better for a while.
Jeff was calling Lassie
We had moonbeams in a jar
Perry Como was teaching us
To catch a falling star
Bishop Sheen was preaching
Lawrence Welk was leading the band
And we all remembered the Alamo
When Davy Crockett made his stand.
Clark Kent changed in a phone booth
And brought the bad guys to their knees
Sugarfoot walked up to the bar
And asked for a sarsparilla please
Elliott Ness was in Old Chicago
Taking on Capone and Nitti
While Paul Burke was a detective
Inside the Naked City
Gene was singing Back in the Saddle
With Gabby by his side
And Cisco said "Oh Pancho"
"Oh Cisco" Pancho then replied
Arthur Godfrey had his talent scouts
And the Texaco man wore a star
Martin Kane was a private detective
Perry Mason passed the bar.
Maverick and Cheyenne were cowboys
Peter Gunn was making noise
We learned a little bit about life
Just watching the Real McCoys.
Car 54, where are you
Do you have a secret like Garry Moore
Let's sing along with Mitch
Is that Ben Casey at the door?
Who could forget old Lonesome George
And Red Skelton playing a clown
You bet your life, I loved Name that Tune
And Ed was Toast of the Town.
I could go on for days and days
About the times we had back then
When life was so much simpler
In my dreams I remember when.
The breeze has stirred the trees with tender strains
of promises. Refrains we could not keep.
But left behind, a fervent song remains,
in fields of grass, where summer goes to sleep.
Our silhouettes, once sketched beneath the sky,
of fingers, gently placed upon my breast,
are only dreams I've kept. And now I sigh
from memories the years have laid to rest
The seasons do recall. Who could forget
the blush of gold upon the summer's cheek?
Those days are gone, without regret, but yet
each dawn brings back the youth we long to seek
When summer's gone, and we, as well must go,
we'll rest our hearts in leaves of afterglow
He's had enough of idea-illogical drivel
Too right mate.' I think their brains have
Shrivelled, she'll be right..I say g'day
It allows more time for ( deep contemplation ) in the Aussie way.' We're
Pretty low key.' But don't let it fool ya.'
Cause in linguistics..We can stick it to ya.'
We exell at sports, and here you can still
Find; real men, lean as whalebone up to
Six feet ten , and lissome sheilas who can
Surf the swells, and care for kids..'
So very well, we don't go for souks here.'
We breed'em strong, love the footy fishing
And Slim Dusty songs' Also Stan Coster
well who could forget.? And air supply
( easy listening you bet') Livvy and the seekers
Redfern too' marcia hines, all good through
And through.'
Shatterer of Worlds
Good morning saboteur of words
What is it today, what is it today now?
Fatman or little boy?
Bubble girl and Busy lobster
Seems so distant now
lead us all astray somehow
It sounds shielded and protected
Cluster pearl, hawk and chase
Doesn’t sound nearly as destructive
Author of code names
What’s it gonna be
what’s it gonna be now?
Am I divine strake
Would my life will be at stake
Experiment canceled
Who could forget about the trinity test?
The life you’ve messed
Of course they’re not planned
Caused disarray come what may
Are they randomly chosen?
Who’s heart will be broken?
How I've held onto somehow
Doesn’t it surprise you now?
Goodnight shatterer of worlds
This might sound absurd
Who’s it gonna be, who’s it gonna be now?
It won’t be me again
I made that clear in the end.
Picking up the pieces that you’ve left
Put my bullet vest
To the test
If I see you
Iron-clad this time,
I'm brand new.