Is that not High School Justina:
The Elder Sister of Tina?
So, why us she is getting leaner,?
Praying and fasting like Lena?
Or modeling like Martina:
Body reshaping to turn winner?
Now the craving of A Pageant
Wanting to life make pleasant...
So, she's dumping scholarship
For on - stage applause and worship?
God, help Day - Dreaming Justina
And not count her Rebel sinner...
The mind is the ghost of our being,
its voice left to haunt and cajole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2017)
Collaboration with Martina Lynch
We had it all and it will never come back
Sporting heroes both white and black
A different time, a different age
Different class, when you turn back the page
Lets start with the death of one man
The dancer, the catch me if you can
Muhammad Ali
I hear the kids cry “who's he”
The greatest boxer to ever step onto the canvas
We will never see the like again, alas
Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Elvis the King
Doing what they do best, doing their thing
Martina Navratilova, the queen of the lawn
How many times did she win Wimbledon
I could name so many great people from a time long gone
Be it sport, acting or music but now we have none
No characters or charisma with most modern fame
No one that stands out, that you could name
Money is the new god with robotic strategy
Diamond shaped football, that's not for me
The new names of music, garage and rap
Dub step and house, I call it crap
Diana Ross, The rolling Stones
Music that made sense and went right in your bones
What do the young have, that is close to the past
Synthesized dubbing and talking dead fast
We had it all and it will never come back
Sporting heroes both white and black
the madhouses of paris filled with retired teachers
got their point across
song of waterloo
this napoleanic labyrinth stearing
children to the brink
madame martina martini
academia nuts cracked open wide
I see a few on the cliffs of burndom
harping their humdrum at the gods of charred sea eternity
and wonder about the love they made
Shredded rays of honey light,
Chirping melody of petite creatures,
The ambiance filled with rosy cherries,
The day aglow with pleasant memories.
Each year it races in my heart,
Amongst the notions of the past and future soon to come.
I read the scented ancient books and speak the words of wisdom,
And yet the years pass slowly by gifting wisdom stingily.
A swirl of champagne bubbles and melting chocolate cake,
The icing grows thicker with each coming year.
I hear the smile,
I see the laughter,
A day for exultation and selflessness,
My hearts strings thrill with promising escapades.
Night approaches, the sun stirs aflame,
I sit in the cornflower blue chair and gather what I have left.
Memories drift and stir,
A charming day and a sense of another year conquered.
By Martina Adovica.
Headphones on and humming softly till I know each word
Some are good old friends and some are new ones I just heard
Into the wee hours we go on with this love affair
Or first thing upon waking I will find it waiting there
I am in love with music and I know most every song
Listening to classic rock and singing loud and strong
There are times when blues will take me where I want to be
Close my eyes and let it take me drifting out to sea
Not much of a head-banger but still I like a few
Ballads soothe my savage beast and comfort me it's true
Feeling country I'll put on my Martina or Tim
They don't know but I sing harmony with her and him
Oldies from the fifties make me float across the floor
Seventies and eighties gets me dancing even more
Never want to live without my music that's for sure
Whatever's ailing heart or mind,my music is the cure!
Your "yes" as Heaven. Your "not" as Hell.
Your silence as sword in my heart.
I like your soft side and hard as well.
For pleasure should ready pay charge.
Your name Martina, but my mobile,
Since i lost all hopes for my dream,
Shows funny record, to make me smile:
Be ready digest "ice-ice, cream".
Repair body? Repair mind?
I newer know, tonight whom i meet.
But what afraid of? You are my kind-
Ice-cream is my favourite sweet.
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