We fished off the pier in carefree days
when girls wore tartan trews.
In endless summer sun we’d laze
when Tommy Steele was “Singing the Blues”.
Now it’s saffron robes and no-take zones,
maybe coffee in the cafe at the pier,
replaced by ubiquitous mobile phones,
like conversation, things just disappear.
He starred in "Newhart", "Bosom Buddies" and "Baby Makes Five".
Sadly, his life ended on October 22, 2021, he was unable to survive.
In 2020, Scolari starred in a movie titled "Looks That Kill".
He guest-starred in "Happy Days" and "Remington Steele".
He starred in movies titled "Dean", "Sorority Boys" and "Letting Go".
He starred in 66 episodes of "Honey, I Shrunk The Kids: The TV Show".
He guest-starred in "The Nanny", "The Love Boat" and "Family Ties".
He had Leukemia like my dad and it's sad when such a talented actor dies.
[Dedicated to Peter Scolari (1955-2021) who died on October 22, 2021]
"Invisible World"
seen but not heard
behind our masks
the mind hides
from our reflection
caught in each other’s eyes
the light being borne
from butchered past
leaves us confused and blind
we are the lonely people
seen but not heard
behind our masks
we shine our stories
paint our rhymes
over hearts still singing
there remains love
still moving
in our invisible world
it is marking time
(LadyLabyrinth/2021)
gvlm
"Invisible World" / Tony Steele & The Massacre
https://youtu.be/d0Kvme-NvRY
Science Fiction and "Church" may have met tonight in Ft. Beaufort, South Africa.
Mr. and Mrs. Steele lived in a frail care facility. She survives but Frikkie Steele passed away at 4: 15 pm (16h15, military time). I went to comfort her, Bible in hand, about 7 pm this evening.
My text was John 14, the first 6 verses. It was a joy to be with Mrs. Steele but not preaching with a mask covering my face! Mrs. Steele has a strong faith, having also graduated a son who had been just 7, when he died of cancer. She is happy because father and son are reunited these past few hours!
We concluded with the famous verse John 3:16 and I shared my testimony of having rejected Jesus for more than 2 decades, before being grateful for His love and Sacrifice. I had never imagined, going to share words of comfort at church or at a bereavement, with a mask.
In a lighthearted twist, I might suggest, I was disguised as a non-atheist!
In my grave when I die cover me with red roses
Celestial angel uh-huh she wore white to my mass
Well into the night she keeps the torch lite flame
on to my cistern life’s all over Grave Sites where
you put your head to rest
Ah~pack~ah-hungry wolves their in the meadow
hunting the lonely one cries he’s on his hill top
howling in the night we come to burn down your
house there is no doubt your in trouble now
Vultures in circles of the sky they hover above
the beasts prey
Sparks off the swords the clash of Steele lights up
the night
With out the serpents hand for help in one fell
swoop I reap the land
Life’s all over Grave Sites where your scattered
bones an rotting flesh will lye
Blitzed in a haze the pasture stampede of a herd
Of wild stirred up startled scattering horses
the wind blows golden pellets of heat carving out a figure
spotted gaurdians pace as the sculpted body transforms
once dry granuals of earth morphed into soft mirages of beauty
a trick perhaps to the untrained eye look deeper still ..magic
she stretches her golden liquid body across the dune
testing the boundries of this new found transformation
an uncontrollable desire to reach across the plains
to touch all that can be seen to be touched by all that see's
a keeper of the sands of time now wanting to be kept
the silloutte of a child steeling a glance,deciefering reality
feeling the warmth of the desert wondering what tricks it plays
the dunes holding her beautiful form as the cheetahs pant
even the meerkat struggles with this vision
this goddess of sand and time naked before them
the steele wisdom of the great cats glance confirms
the open mind trancends,opening a new chapter
to believe what is seen to see what is believed
reaching out to feel what is or is not there
the child races to her side wanting to be held
looking down his hands fill with the sands of time
T.A.L jr.
"Gutter Hearts"
He’s got a gutter Heart
bleeds words that birth
diamonds sharp on his tongue
They hit her like
bullets from an Uzi gun
Silent, her heart implodes like molten marshmallow
She’s standing in the cafeteria
moving grease with a smile
that cuts his goat’s cheese like sharp steele
He licks his fingers
his tongue stings, he's still burning in Chile
while his mind calculates her
Unknown to him
She moves white white to black calculated,
his cufflinks are mounted with Pearls
She spells him
a long sentence
dripping from her eyes onto
an empty plate of dreams
He writes what comes to his mind
on a paper napkin, a story
smudged with tears and cigarette ash
the words slip out slippery
antiquated, smashed.
“What would you like?”
she takes his order
“A Normal Girl,"
he passed his payment in cash
She smiles
and thinks, he’s the No Go Zone
He’s living in another world.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
George The Animal Steele
Back in the 80's in the WWF there rose up one out of the rest
A master actor with many children in which to cheer
Brought along his manager Lou Albano to the ring
Like a lone mouse in a heavy maze he was in such a rage
His long hanging tongue was very green like his insides so mean
Looked to fellow wrestlers like a chicken on a string
He often fought with the famed Jimmy Snuka
Chewing the turn buckles like it was his late night snack
Working for him would have given any other guy an instant heart attack
I guess you can say he was wrestling's Wavy Gravy
Although the many years have passed still having a reason to grasp
The real deal was none other then George The Animal Steele
I saw him at my old high school when I was a kid
He rushed into the ring and so often would skid
Touching the many hearts to his loyal fans
Often was quite hairy yet with nothing quite scary
He would grunt & grumble then stare at the crowd
We are still in a shock cause your theme was so loud
Proud memories of our past having so much fun that it would last
Steel is happily retired at the age of 79 but man did he ever shine
I was in-processing my Army unit in Germany when the fortieth anniversary of D-Day happened; but, alas, I couldn't leave. I wanted so much to be there to meet the old surviving veterans, to shake their hands and hear their stories. I had read accounts of D-Day-- June 6th, 1944. I had already seen several times the film The Longest Day, based on the book by Cornelius Ryan.
Eventually my family followed me back to Germany, and we later took a vacation that included Normandy.
We visited Sainte-Mere-Eglise, and I pointed out the manekin of Private john Steele--the paratrooper that had gotten stuck on the church's steeple.
We visited the upper German fortifications of Point Du Hoc, where Army Rangers fought their way up impossible cliffs.
We paid our respects at the US war cemetery on Omaha Beach, and my sons and I walked where so many Americans had died to free Europe.
My wife was very somber and respectful at these sites; she is French, and grew up hearing stories of the German occupation.
I often still watch on June 6th either The Longest Day, or Saving Private Ryan, and try to imagine my forebears on those beaches.
Root beer; root beer floats.
Chocolate wrappers on the floor;
Christmas ornament stories.
Number names and Remington Steele,
golden days, Egyptian ways.
The camera: cold January water.
Noodle soup too hot to drink,
ice cream and coloured sprinkles.
A world within worlds.
Corner gas and sewing a onesie,
the laughter, nonsensical.
Rebellious, harmless games,
and "excuse my reach."
Talking, lights out, shushed,
and still, more laughter.
No siblings, yet twins.
Together. Sisters.
Memory upon memory like
layers of apple pie.
The wind changed, pictures
fly like crumbling leaves.
"Best Friends together,
For now, and Forever."
I miss you.
Unto freshly morrow doth I arise.
Before I, the glazed forest floor in frore.
Forth multiplying flakes parachuting Steele skies.
Yea, thereupon rigid Winter finds home's door.
If I lAy HeRe; If I jUsT lAy HeRe, WoUld
YoU lYe HeRe WiTh Me UnDeRnEaTh ThE
ChAmPaInE bUbBlY sKy.
SlOwLy EmBaRkInG OuR bOdIeS, aS oNe
TiGhTlY aRoUnD tHe ShEiLdEd EaRtH; lIkE sTeEle
ImAgEs,AnD GaZe iNtO oNe AnOtHeR wItH A tWiNkLeD
EyE fUeL bLaStInG eXPlOsSiOn.
On A TaInTeD lOvE eXpReSs TrI~aNgLe
SoFtLy LiStEnInG tO tHe SoUnDs Of OuR:
OwN BeAtInG hEaRtS tHaT bEaT, fAsTeR tHaN
A sPeEdInG bUlLeT...
FoR yOuR lOvE iS: mY oNlY kRyPtOnItE!! Richie, rich
At first I thought I was mistaken
But her eyes kept diverting to me
Unsure and a little bit shaken
Taken back by a Russian beauty
I’d watch her walk past my apartment
An exciting, self confident walk
Auburn hair and a smile heaven sent
I just knew with her I had to talk
Sitting on the porch in the courtyard
Relaxing, enjoying the night air
Sneaking up and catching me off guard
My dream girl Russian beauty so fair
Her sitting next to me changed my life
We talked leaving out not a thing
How I met Elizabeth, my wife
Of twenty-six years and still counting
Randy Steele
Lost and Found contest
A foreman for the city does reap
Lots of overtime and a city heap
The streets covered with snow
My heap’s heater says “no”
I just long for that thing they call sleep
Randy Steele
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Fiesta
Sounds of happiness
Colorful
Exciting
Lots of games, prizes and fun
A child’s dream come true
Ferris wheels
Swaying in the breeze
Coaster rides
Up and down
A maze of diversity
Carnival of life
Randy Steele
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