Send me a pillow that you dream on, standing on the corner in a tuxedo suit
Dean Martin is a hero, and a singer to boot
Memories are made of this makes me smile so wide too
As does listening to you’re nobody til somebody loves you,
Fly me to the moon, so wonderful, the lyrics fine.
Everybody loves somebody, reminds me of me and mine.
Standing on the corner, joyful memories are made of this
Remembering Dean Martin’s songs feels like a kiss
NELLA’S BLESSING
We’ve all heard Martin Luther King Jr.’s words…
If we didn’t hear him speak them we’ve all had chance to read them…
but if we haven’t paid attention to them before…
now, more than ever, may we be blessed to heed them.
It was 1967 in a lecture at the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church
in Montgomery, Alabama…When Martin said…
In the end
we will remember not the words of our enemies…
but the silence of our friends…
Here comes a generation of substance.
Trouble lies, her name is Constance
Future of tomorrow caught with substance
Imagine Janet, Judith, Tiktok for instance.
Looking Hot another name for Misconduct.
Tell Angela Martins I have her product.
She ordered ring light for brightness
With a future filled with darkness.
Technology is sweeter than Candy,
Sweeter than the candy I gave to Andy.
Teenagers teenaging in Advancement,
With rationality reduced to Entertainment.
Tiktok, Facebook and Whatsapp,
Nigerians are lost in you dear App.
Tell them what you're meant for,
Lest we dance wastefully to Old age.
Charlie Martin was always fart’n
Thanks to his mama, Mrs. Martin
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Never salt, sugar, or anything with crunch
Baked beans, lima beans, chili beans too
Sometimes in a Shepard’s pie, sometimes in a stew
Kid who sits in school in Martin’s row
Says Martin's beanie aroma curls his big toe
A skunk is not as offensive, said Little Gee
I bet at four o’clock his mama serves bean tea.
Charlie Martin knew he was stinky.
But his input in home menus was really dinky.
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."—Martin Luther King Jr.
Honoring Dr King
Loneliness
Odious
Violence
Eliminator
The "Trilogy of Non-Violence" advocates peacefully uplift humanity
Humanity is to behold a peaceful way of overcoming the struggle of life.
Life, where all souls are valuable and with love are diminishing hate
Hate! Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. states, "Driven out by the light."
Light of the world for humanity to see shining bright, eliminating darkness
Darkness, which Attorney Nelson Mandela survived in gloomy dungeons.
Dungeon of despair, trying to rent his humility, spirit, and soul without relent
Relent, he withstood, overcame with God's grace, seeking peace, not revenge!
Revenge develops turmoil in humanity's mind and soul—"So agonizing!"
Agonizing the spirit to do ill will toward others without peace—Violence!
Violence Attorney Mahama Gandhi pronounced is inferior to non-violence
Non-violence is strength emanating from an indomitable will of humanity.
Humanity diligently erased images of the beast, displaying its ugly appearance,
Rev. Dr. King, Jr. Attorneys Mandela and Gandhi defeating such ugliness!
Opponent of satan, 10 languages spoken
Attended a pontif, imperfect service; yet not token
Broke out of conforming of evils adorning
Claiming satan's enthronement; anti atonement'
An edifiying of confusion under skirts of illusions
In the 60s such took place, I note it a Diss-grace.!
Her curves are seductive,
Her purr radioactive
Quite the lady by day, sultry vixen at night,
A head turning beauty, a heart stopping sight.
She's no wilting flower, alluring and coy,
Aloof yet inviting, her masterful ploy;
To gaze is to want her, for most a rare dream,
Like hands cupping water from a fast-moving stream.
But to us the most blessed
With her so obsessed
She's an object of joy,
Sublime art form - no toy.
By and by as we share
She shows us to dare
To join in her verve
And prove we deserve.
And now we walk together while holding each other's hands.
Back then, our unity remained undiscovered.
Although you had other plans,
that you pushed through while you suffered.
You marched ahead for rights that were left behind.
Making sure the next generations wouldn't have to
It earned you a Nobel Peace Prize, one of your greatest finds.
And lead you to realise, that your community grew.
You made a difference like none before.
You were considered 'great'.
Until your head hit the floor,
in 1968.
American Canadian Agnes Martin
about her abstracts where to begin
Art experience as a 'to be'
instead merely a 'look&see'
Much admired was Agnes Martin
with the spiritual I'll begin
Her artistic search for purity
made her simplicity flow free
I'd play your strings so gently
It would be just like the kiss
Of a breeze across the prairie
Or the falling of a mist
On a field of brilliant orchids
As far as the eye can see
I'd play your strings and they would sing
Sweet nothings back to me
No matter how bad things get,
In all darkness, there is light.
In your life, have no regrets.
Live your life through what is right.
Things can happen, anytime.
Be prepared for what comes next.
Light is there, come rain or shine.
Look ahead to its effects.
(at risk of life and limb) against scourge of
racial prejudice courtesy
of sharecropper grandparents
whose objection to racial segregation
based on an affront to the will of God,
whereby the young whip smart precocious lad,
(whose impact we now memorialize)
showed his true colorful promise
when a young student at
Liberal Crozer Theological Seminary
in Chester, Pennsylvania
where the yet uncrowned
eminent king came under the influence
of theologian Reinhold Niebuhr,
a classmate of his father's
at Morehouse College
who became a mentor by exposing
his protégée to liberal views of theology
planting the seeds of ardent activism
that gave rise to
The Southern Christian
Leadership Conference (SCLC),
an initial platform
allowing, enabling and providing acclaim
hoisted up by petard
invariably only heightened
(his) posthumous status
as thee most articulate orator
spelling binding the listeners
with his metaphors about his emphatic march
to a promised land where all
men/women could be brothers/sisters
and no person will be judged
by the color of his/her skin
raising morale of many dirt poor
ebony masses to feel a glimmer of hope.
Frasier Crane
had a hyperactive brain
loved all things suave and debonair
but not a fan of his dad's armchair
Martin Crane
got by with his dog and cane
was a beer and burger scholar
who knew the value of a dollar
10/06/21
from the sitcom 'Fraiser'
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