A woman was known as a 'broad' in the U.S.
and I'm more broad-minded when there I confess
a woman was called a 'bird' in the U.K.
so when in Blighty as for me
altho' there's a pecking order
in the bird-watching hierarchy
I'm an eagle-eyed if not avid avian attendee
and yet Ol' Blue Eyes
should have paid more attention
for when he said, 'Let me be frank with you,'
and went on to sing, 'Egrets, I've had a few
but then again too few to mention,'
he proved to be a poor ornithologist
as there were not a lot of birds
(or broads) on his watcher list
For sixty years he sang and
Everyone knew his voice.
Then he had to retire,
But it wasn’t his choice.
He loved his singing lifestyle
As well as his boozing.
But it caught up with him and
He told Barbara, “I'm loosing.”
The only thing we can
Depend on is death.
But no one knows when
They’ll take that last breath.
And I don’t want loosing
To be part of my fate.
I want to know I’ll enter
That pearly white gate!
I don’t know if Old Blue Eyes
Sings up in heaven today.
I do know that Jesus
Has shown me the way.
And if he’s there too,
Then we’ll sing together.
It won’t be loosing if we sing
Praises forever and ever!
Leaning towards the pride of Hoboken,
I learned to listen with both ears —
And my wandering soul—
Whose cellar harbours old kegs of sweet
Songs that warm the spirits and embolden one
With just one hum of that pleasantly unique voice,
So frank and euphonious
That I crave love.
Frank Sinatra
In front of you, a cocktail glass with
melted ice and a pink straw, she wants you to come
You are going home, but on your way out
You meet an old friend
So you have another drink
Before you know
other friends arrive, great fun, and we sing
It is four before you get home and crash on the couch
And you know when you wake up at noon
She will not be mad, you will be sad; say it with flowers
and a promise to be home every night
Before the Ed Sylvain show
The phone rings, and an old crooner is having his last show
You can't miss that
His wife can come along, it will be fun, but we can't
We have to behave around Nancy
~ To the tune of 'Strangers in the
Night,' by Frank Sinatra ~
Rangers in the park
Two lonely rangers in the park
We're wond'ring in the dark
If they'd catch us necking
by morning’s light
O, Rangers in the park
Two lonely rangers in the park
Suddenly we know
It’s time for us to go ~
They’re filming Noah’s Ark
Doo-be-doo-di-doo... fade out
You’ve really done it this time Frank.
You’ve made the worst mess ever seen -
A monster, hideous and rank,
A disaster, vile and obscene.
For yourself, what d’ya have to say?
Well, says Frank, “I did it my way”.
Frank Sinatra, a name that shines so bright, A legend in every right. A man who ruled the stage with all his might. With every note, a story told, Of love and longing, mysteries unfold. His voice, a velvet touch upon the soul, Captivating hearts, making them whole. From New York to the shining lights of Vegas, His songs transcended all the ages. A crooner with charm and charisma untold, A timeless icon, with a heart of gold. Sinatra, your legacy lives on, In every tear shed and every dawn. Your music echoes through the years, Bringing joy, laughter, and tears. So here's to you, a toast we raise, To the one who forever swayed, With a voice like silk, and a soul so true, Frank Sinatra, a true legend, forever in our hearts, we love you.
Frankly, he was a man
Though not very tall,
His voice made him seem
Very big to us all ...
He could be an actor
He could even dance,
With a photogenic smile
And a dapper stance
Gentle and sweet
Known for his eyes,
Donning a fedora
With suits and ties
He was generous ...
If you needed something,
Gave you his all ...
Even when he'd sing
The lonesome road
Didn't always go his way,
With twists and turns
That's life, he'd say ...
Touch with your tongue, touch with your heart
worded dewdrops speak plain..
not beating my chest., or tempting a soul
nor giving it away,
except maybe,
just this once..
again.
Think you saw something
that reminded you..
w' those same eyes that used
to see through, oh
used to see right through...
Would you have heard me,
If you didn't have keen ears?
So very, very keen..
searching a single note from afar,
though near enough
to hear my plea.
No, more, no less,
or maybe all of those...
waxing & waning in a dream's moonlit sky
Frankie said-
"whatever gets you through the night."
lest you wonder, at motes floating
past your eye..
it's all yours,
your turn to shine.
~ Sing to the melody of 'My Way' ~
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not Ukraine, what has he wrought?
If he's not himself, then he has naught
To shrink from war, with cowardice fraught
To say the things he truly feels
To lie and lie, 'til lies are real
And not the words of one who kneels
To undercut freshly inked deals
The record shows
As bombs explode
~ I did it my way...
--From Vladimir P., desperately looking for love
A New Jersey-ite, his name Hobo Ken
For singing ballads, he had quite a yen
He would sing like Sinatra
From Vegas to Sumatra
On rails he rode with fellow jobless men
September 03, 2020
Completely Your Choice (3) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
The late, great legendary American crooner, Frank Sinatra
did things "My Way." His signature song was also his mantra
Such a fine actor he was, too; even won an Academy Award!
Lovingly nicknamed "Ol' Blue Eyes" and "Chairman of The Board"
QUAT-RO your four line contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 06/15/2020
NOT SINATRA
No, Frank, he sure didn’t do it your way,
Everything was doubtful - nothing in a sure way.
Wasn’t rich, lived in a poor way,
Drove fast on steep hill roads, not the flat shore way:
And never slowed, even at the four-way.
Big fat guy - like, how much can a floor weigh?
Was too shy at parties - just stood in the doorway,
But finally fell for a short brunette In Norway.
Frank Sinatra
I saw a program of him when he was
an athletic young man till he was old and grumpy
with a low hanging belly.
I didn`t like him much although he had a wonderful
voice with a clear diction
in reality, he was a small man who liked the company of gangsters
he had bodyguards and liked to be a man of the town
a tough guy who got into fights his guards had to pull him
out off because he was puny.
Since the internet is down I`m reading “The Senility of Vladimir P”
by Michael Honing. A dystopian novel that is also funny.
Vladimir too liked to be tough and was, on his younger days,
mind, he still is. The only thing Vladimir and Frank had in common
was their modest stature. So the moral is, never make fun
of men not as tall as you.
Sinatra smooths the Polish song along
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"Ever Homeward"
12/12/2015
Contest - One Liners
4th place win
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Contest - Your Choice Tribute Verse
Sponsor - Brian Strand
3rd place win
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