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This story poem is not really about a woman so cold,
But rather a song I played a lot as a kid not very old.
I bet at first you thought this poem was about Pam,
But Pam is as hot as a fresh baked sweet potato yam. Continue reading
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Last week after I signed off of my blog in my script,
I went down to the basement on a short little trip.
With no blog to write, looking for something to do.
As I stood there, an old feeling stirred in me all through. Continue reading
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For many years, chickens stimulated music so good,
A feathered two legged creature we raise for food,
That many people raise in their own back yard for eggs,
Scratching all around the area with their two skinny legs. Continue reading
From about 1953 until 1960 there was a music revolution,
During which Doo Wop and R&B had a fantastic evolution.
Hundreds of groups came together almost overnight,
And wrote and sang those songs that were so right. Continue reading
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When I was I teenager I loved that fifties rock and roll,
As we circled the Post Drive In, around we would go,
Listening to Buddy Holly and Little Richard up so loud,
Looking for friends there with our heads in the clouds.
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We also listened to Doo-wop and Rhythm and Blues,
That sounded so good as we cruised down Main too.
Honking at all the cars we thought that we knew,
Until about mid night when we hit our parents curfew. Continue reading
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In the 1960s, a style of music developed that I liked,
It was a sort of folksy country that sounded so nice.
I bought all the albums shown herein way back then,
And played them many times as a very young man.
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Most of the group’s I liked were rough looking dudes,
That seemed to be interested in Marijuana so crude,
But they harmonized well with fine guitar music all around.
So they grew on me with their different country sound. Continue reading
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My Mom often rocked me to sleep when I was a very young boy,
As she rocked, she sang me sweet songs with her angel voice.
This poem reviews those songs she sang to me that I loved so,
Sometimes I think I can still here her singing so soft and low. Continue reading
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Old Pappy liked his music just like most normal people often do,
So occasionally when he was in a good mood he sang some too.
This poem reviews that side of Dad that not many people knew.
Because he never sang in public perhaps for fear of bad reviews. Continue reading
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Our girls had a color TV to watch since the day they arrived.
We watched black and white TV in high school, thinking it jived.
American Bandstand was one of those shows we all did watch,
With a black and white picture and that fine stereo music touch. Continue reading
Wishing On A Star
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“Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”
Is an old verse we have all spoken seeing that first star.
This poem provides my thoughts about star wishing afar. Continue reading