a cacophony of mimicry ~ starlings represent
Verse, refrain.
Chorus and cowbell.
Verse, refrain.
Chorus, and cowbell.
Bridge.
Verse, refrain.
Chorus, more cowbell.
Instrumental bridge.
Drum solo.
Verse, refrain.
Even more cowbell.
Fade out.
Applause.
Most summer nights were hot, humid, and LONG.
Kids were manageable, and the men were STRONG.
Women were smart; could name that tune on any given SONG.
That is, the songs of everyday life, thereby keeping us from the WRONG.
And then, there were the gentle friendly visitors, provisions of Mother Nature.
When the happy LIGHTENING BUGS arrived with LIGHT during the early parts of the NIGHT, we could not help but wonder, "Where's the power plug that gives them their SPARK?" The CRICKETS soothed us lovingly, as we rested and dreamed late into the quieten DARK. No one invited them, yet with delight and playfulness, they faithfully CAME. On clear and dark nights without a SOUND, they lit up the big sky, bringing medicine without PAIN, and
more fun than a kid had a right to; enough to ASTOUNE.
And when the ROOSTERS felt we had slept enough, they CROWED.
They knew that time could not wait; it was time for wheels to ROLL.
Watchmen of the dawn, so faithful to their early morning chores, I wondered who taught them to be so BOLD.
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The three friends are in Caps; Rhymes are in Caps.
The chatter of small birds frame a window of light.
My kettle is coughing; soon its shrill whistle
will startle me, even though I know exactly
when it will erupt.
Two pelicans have been sighted in Northern Ohio.
Elsewhere, the plague has been seen
crossing rivers on ferries and jet skis.
I pour morning tea, singing a tune
from 'West Side Story.'
‘Today I too, am Puerto Rican’ intones the ghost
of Leonard Bernstein to his open switch blade.
Many dead form a choral threnody.
Fox News and CNN, for once agree. Just kidding.
The birds sing something from ‘The Magic Flute.’
or Bohemian Rhapsody – hard to tell
but the tunes bring tears to the eyes
of truckers and nurses.
I imagine lost pelicans hitching a ride to Patagonia.
A first responder has reported blue sky’s
in Kentucky.
Death rattles - all things pass away singing
with their own tune
inside their own heads.
You can't hear me
But i am whistling
Name that tune ??
While watching "Name That Tune" reruns
I taste the garlic she used to put in the Beef Stew...
Thinking and laughing
about something we had done together...
Bittersweet mem'ries of days gone by...
She was my Mother, and now she's gone,
but she lives on in me.
Her mannerisms...her smile,
her eccentric ways of cleaning...
Her mood swings...laughter..tears...
Her struggle with alcoholism,
and my triumph over it.
I loved her dearly.
In loving memory of
Della Jeannette Ham
9/24/20 to 10/20/94
you light up my life
and have made me compleat
the one i would kiss
each day of the week
a year and three months
to this very day
i spoke to you last
before you went away
many tears have sence fallen
and screams i let out
just like laughter
uncontrolably out of my mouth
my greif scourges me
every where i went
yet to others i looked content
each day i kiss your picture
and say i love you to your name
i guess they're the thing i do
to keep from going insane
all these thing must have added up
to a small message from the God i trust
early early this morning
after i woke up a music box
played just a few notes
you light up my life
were the notes that it played
shocked and awed i was dismayed
but when i found the box that had played
it was the one i gave you
because of the song it played
(This is a true story)
Somewhere in there
is a gap
'tween ones who lived into the net
and ones 'twere taught to use it
the times, they are..
if you can name that tune,
you're probably in the first category
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Nancy Jones on the eve of an Augustinian day in which her inner mom is telling her she REALLY NEEDS TO QUIT PROCRASTINATING!
What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry sing
Turn back the time to simpler days with Roy and Dale too
Wait for the Late Show and watch the antics of Bud and Lou
All the girls thought Kookie Byrnes was really hip
Driving a convertible on Seventy Seven Sunset Strip
Kryptonite was the only thing that could make Superman falter
Ramar’s friend Charlie talked to a parrot named Walter
I watched Kitty and Chester on Gunsmoke and listened to Ricky sing
There was Circus Boy, My Friend Flicka and don’t forget Sky King
There was Jeff and Lassie, Davy Crockett and the Wild Frontier
I’d watch Robin Hood and Marian in the days of Queen Guinevere
Remember The Thin Man, The Whistler and The Shadow Knows
Alfred Hitchcock and Inner Sanctum were two of my favorite shows
I remember Milton Berle, Red Skelton, Perry Como would croon
What’s my Line, Beat the Clock and Name That Tune
The Life of Riley, Leave it to Beaver and Father Knows Best
Palladin, Sugarfoot, and Cheyenne in the Old West
Boxing from Madison Square Garden on Friday Night
I saw it all on my old black and white.
She said
Name that tune
and i almost danced
for hours...
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