I’d never set a record in my entire life
‘til I had this serious talk with my wife
Listened to her for a good thirty minutes
thought there was nothing in it
Then I heard on a radio show
that men never listen, soooooo
I called them, and when they answered the phone
I stayed silent as a rock with a tongue made of stone
The family here and reminiscing.
Hats, horns, ready for midnight kissing.
But no, not this year, not meant to be.
As sudden high winds tore through our trees.
The windows shook, a frightening storm!,
So, this year, no chance for hats and horns.
At nine o’clock, we lost all electrical power!
As the rain was vicious, more than a shower.
With deep regret, I sent my family home.
Then in the dark for a lantern I did roam!
The room lit up as I frantically desired,
But alas lost the central heating fire.
The temperature in the room began to drop,
This storm, indeed,a true powerpop.
I found an ancient, portable radio.
Found a tepid Las Vegas radio show.
My cat leaped up on my warm tummy.
Upon a plaid blanket comfy and fluffy.
My Guardian angel protected my family
from harm.
As a tree fell on the darkened road in the
winds and rainstorm.
So, dearest poets, I decided to call it a night.
Hopefully, next year’s New Years won’t be lonely,
but brimming with love and light.
1/1/2023
Autobiographical poem. PR
Gb2 's a radio show, it airs in Sydney...But there's more to know.'
Ben Fordam has been speaking out, on the covid dictates
Roundabout on where the science meets the facts
Whether it's all altruistic.? Or do some just act?
Also acts that block, that rile and shock; that lay down demands
That cost a lot..' Much production is de-railed; Aussie
Dreams now are ships with tattered sails, I hear that Ben is
Triple vaxed.. ) an early advocate, was his shout not so lax.'
Yet now he'll listen to anti-views ' To me that rings like
Dinkum news.' He' on facebook; and also twitter He's
A sounding board; and I'd reckon, a real heavy hitter.'
I haven't met the man as yet.' But I like the idea that
He's listening, and talking.' that's the part I really get.!
Go for it Ben,.' I will also here give mention to another
Australian heveyweight journalist Andrew Bolt a legend
In his time and this field, who has been questioning things
And even resigned, from the official endorsed media he
Was involved in, If I get time I will do him in a piece also '
The ManPower Invitational Celerity Sphere Contest
Contest One
Large one (369 lbs)
Bigger Sphere (550 lbs.)
Sphere Grande (705 lbs)
Winners pot includes both sponsor
and contestants roll! Trophy and
a prize.
Contest Two
Yak verses Yak waist harness tug of war
20 men one on one
Tournament until winner
Trophy and prize
Contest Three
Log Snatch and Jerk
Log throw
And
Stump pull
Must comply by officials rule
Medallion and prize
Entries due by May 7,
Cash due upon entry
$100.00 entry.
Tickets..... $20.00 -$12.00 & $10.00
Bring your freinds!
Certain meals included with
Paid fair
Live Band
Camp style over night the day before
Trailers and rvs $50.00 for overnight
Stay. Three meals, $20.00 extra!
Horse rides, Nighttime barbaque and bash!
Couples discount.
College discount.
21 and over for rentals!
No kids please.
Beer, wine , chocolate
Sold at the cigar bar!
Get yourself here or
We will come get you!
Media; Media Broadcast
Live radio show.
Television recording.
Get this place jam packed!
An actor returns to his Beverly Hills mansion –
blows his brains out with a 38 special.
I must have dozed off,
cops at my door,
a line of chain-smoking flashbulbs
in baggy turn-ups.
I watch myself being taken away in a body bag.
The movie is badly spliced.
Black Packard’s keep morphing into flying saucers.
We are all wearing hats,
even the writers in the backroom
are wearing wide-brimmed hats.
The women are wearing hats.
They wear pencil thin skirts,
and talk out of the side of their mouths.
A screen flickers;
a skinny man behind an obscuring microphone
apologizes for the delay.
Meanwhile, space aliens have landed in Brooklyn,
and are exterminating people in hats.
It’s a radio show hoax,
but I don’t know that –
until I wake-up
into a world filled with terror and chaos,
there are no aliens and few brimmed hats.
I can’t sleep.
Born in Brooklyn was Italian-American singer Julius La Rosa.
He was destined to be a popular vocalist in America.
In the late forties after a short stint in the US Navy,
he got the attention of radio and television star Arthur Godfrey.
Julius recorded two popular hit songs in 1953.
They were "Anywhere I Wander" and "Eh Cumpari".
In 1955, near the end of an October radio show,
Godfrey unexpectedly announced he was letting Julius go.
Despite this setback, La Rosa's popularity would grow.
In and out of show business, he would be frequently seen,
until he passed away at eighty-six in 2016.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Honest
All men are liars
thats what my mama told me
would she tell a lie.
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Nick Lowe sings about this very thing.
I used to play the song on the air when I had my radio show.
A long time ago.
When I was The Captain.
Looking in each other’s eyes
we’d have what I like to call,
completely competitive conversations.
Nether one of us conceding the point.
Back in the day,
this would go on until
one of us would pull out a joint.
Not exactly a peace offering.
But it was an excuse to call a truce.
Putting us in a relaxed the mood,
as both of us wanted to get screwed.
The wild animal in us needed to get lose.
So, we would put that good high to use.
That night, the music was just right,
and we didn’t always turn off the lights.
After three or four rounds of marathon love making.
Creative animal calls
and neighbors banging on the walls.
Nine months later,
my son was born,
as the result of two people having a good time.
We found shelter in the Radio show
called the Quiet Storm.
Now some may think
this a little bit tame.
And others will think
this just a little bit insane.
How our conversations
would end up with us
passionately calling each other’s name.
An actor returns to his Beverly Hills mansion –
blows his brains out with a 38 special.
I must have dozed off,
cops at my door,
a line of chain-smoking flashbulbs
in baggy turn-ups.
I watch myself being taken away in a body bag.
The movie is badly spliced.
Black Packard’s keep morphing into flying saucers.
We are all wearing hats,
even the writers in the backroom
are wearing wide-brimmed hats.
The women are wearing hats.
They wear pencil thin skirts,
and talk out of the side of their mouths.
A screen flickers;
a skinny man behind an obscuring microphone
apologizes for the delay.
Meanwhile, space aliens have landed in Brooklyn,
and are exterminating people in hats.
It’s a radio show hoax,
but I don’t know that –
until I wake-up
into a world filled with terror and chaos,
but there are no aliens and few brimmed hats.
I check that my Glock is loaded.
I can’t sleep.
THEY USED A ROCKET TO MOVE THE SHERE TO ANOTHER AREA.
IT WAS SUPPOSSED TO ONLY MOVE ABOUT FOUR TO FIVE MILES AWAY, IT WINDED UP GOING AND IT KEPT GOING UNITL
IT DISAPPEARED. IT'S BELEIVED TO
HAVE BEEN SWALLOWED BY A BLACK HOLE. AND NOW IS GOD KNOWS WERE.
SIX YEARS LATER. A MESSAGE STARTED COMING OVER A RAIDO STATION IN FRANCE. IT INTERUPPED A COMMERCAIL RADIO SHOW. THE RADIO STATION HAD KNOW WAY OF ANWSERING THE REQUEST TO SPEAK TO NASA. THEY CALLED THE AMERICAN SPACE CENTER IN WASHINGTON.
WITH THE REPORT OF WHAT THEY HAD EXPEREINCED. THE FRENCH RADIO STATION BECAME THE MOST POPULAR STAION IN THE WORLD. UNTIL THE GOVERMENTS DISCONTED THE TRANSMITION.
WE LEARNED THAT
LIFE EXSITED ON ANOTHER PALNET, AND THYEY SENT PICTURES
WHICH NEVER SHOWED UP UNTIL,
ONE DAY IN MORRACO A TELEVISION STATION WAS INTERUPTED BY THE SAME TELECAST. ONLY THIS WAS SIX WEEKS LATER. THEY SAW WHAT APPEARED TO BE LARGE CREATURE AND THESE HUMANS, IN VEGATAION.
BY CELP SATTER KUASIER
SCEINTIST FROM
SWEDEN
thinking
resting
alone,
my
thoughts
wander
here,
then
there
stopping
landing
then..
floating
away
on
the
breeze..
of
memory
inspired by theme clip to Desert Island discs radio show
Lying back on my recliner
I flipped on
Jonathan Schwartz who plays classic jazz tunes on his radio show
interspersed with some classic rock
I feel relaxed - having seen the
latest Woody Allan movie
Here on the Lower East Side I do my dreaming
Joy after going to the movies with a female friend from
my building
This city will provide one with sustenance
if you choose your actions carefully
I even have tried to draw!
Well you can try what you like
but the city is full of masters - great artists, dancers and singers
The city has plenty to offer
so enrich yourself if you decide to live in or visit
Gotham - "Baghdad on the Hudson" as O.Henry used to cal it!
There's facts and small truths and jokes about life,
Canned laughter and the occasional song.
And there's always argued political opinions,
From big to small, right and wrong.
The guests talk, on topic, of their own field,
Never deviating from what's in their head.
And I listen and think and ponder and learn,
On the informative ideas that are said.
Of course there's the occasional crazy guest,
Living underground in the housed up bomb shelter.
Believing world war three but forgetting air conditioning,
So freezing in winter, then in summer they swelter.
And the ads, the commercials of modern,
Selling things to folks on the go.
It's our weekend airwaves filled full to the top,
It's our local radio show.
“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men”
There once was an old time radio show called “The Shadow”
Which is how each and every show began
“The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
Crime does not pay... The Shadow knows!”
Which was how each and every show ended
I was young and impressionable back then and engrossed
In each program as I hung on every word
Our imagination filled in the visual
We could translate each scene in our own minds
Always conjuring up our own unique version
There are so many great old time radio shows
That kept us glued to the radio and still even today
As we stare off into space listening to Old Time Radio
Reliving those special, delightful programs
The younger people of today have no idea
How we were obsessed just as people today
Have been obsessed with television since the early fifties
These were the golden years of radio
If you're old enough to remember them
You'll understand the lingering appeal they have!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Being a lover of the classics
my show would be classically true
all the great composers would play
to lift listeners hearts that I would do
Raise the profile of young and new
these future prospects would perform
grabbing hold of today's audience
showing that this music is the norm
From dawn to dusk on the air
interviewing real classical talent
Mutter, Benedetti, Bocelli, Netrebko
just a few to get classical pulses sent
So that would be my show
loving every minute of it all
to bring pleasure to the many
music at it's height supremely tall
AUTHOR NOTES:
Just some thoughts if I had the opportunity to have my own radio show
and what I would want it to be.
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