That's me: an old kazoo with some sparklers.
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I Asked Him to Blow On It! (My First Kazoo)
I remember when I got my first kazoo,
In those days so slow paced...
I was bored to tears at recess,
When in elementary school.
We were made to think like fools then.
I am convinced of that.
So I brought my kazoo to school.
And sent to the principal's office.
And as I sat,
Watching the principal play with my kazoo.
I asked him to blow on it!
And he proceeded to believe,
I had asked him to do something else.
I had always been perceptive.
That's why in those days I was bored to tears.
So I cried!
Hating the thought of being sent,
To the principal's office!
I told one of my friends about that.
And within days...
I saw my friend's father,
Not shake...
But hold the principal's hand!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outside snow dazzled the air
each joyous dream bit twirling out from infinity
as I sat in Meng’s with the crew
watching the soothing streets without desire.
Suddenly I heard the exuberant sound of a kazoo
going at full blast, Yankee Doodle Dandy the tune,
or something close to it
and that could only mean one person, Henry Kosminski,
known to all the world as The Original Mr. Universe
here to earn a few dollars,
as he often did since his retirement from the circus.
Well, at the age of 92 I suppose he couldn’t do
what he did as a young fellow.
Besides seventy years at the same job was enough for any man.
Ginger, Sugar, and Susan Honey Baker
gawked at Kosminski’s still formidable physique
his body still retaining remnants of glory.
Now silence as Henry bent straight down,
lifted a chair by the bottom of one leg
straight into the air, then gently placed
the tip of the leg on his nose, removed his hand,
and left the chair balanced there.
Ginger, Sugar, and Susan Honey Baker
clapped without reservation and
while the chair still perched serenely on his nose
he played the kazoo.
At the conclusion of this demonstration
of strength, skill, and musical ability
he sat at their table and they each handed him a five
a moment later Huey brought
a steaming bowl of oatmeal
topped with six soft prunes which Henry eagerly slurped down
as this was his only meal of the day,
the money collected most certainly
used to buy trinkets for his mother
still alive at the age of 110 in the Half Moon Nursing Home.
“God loves Henry Kosminski, ” I announced.
Mary Dillion said, “Long life is a marvelous wonder.”
“He’s a great man, ” said Pete Bennell,
“all these years and he still takes care of his mother.”
George Lowrie opened a small brown bottle,
swallowed pills, how many I didn’t know
nor did Lowrie, finally, “I’ll never see 38, ” he said.
“Take a few more, ” said Mary and Lowrie did so.
Of course, I felt pity, his lifelong depression a brutal curse,
but the snow and the sight of Henry slurping prunes
tilted joy my way and I held fast to such a precious item
even when I heard Lowrie say, “What do they talk about? ”
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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The Lord Of Seasons
And space is the Lord of tangled tresses
Of an unending arena of darkness
Waving hither and thither mirthful effulgence
Of whose hearth born the sextet sparklers
And this terra-ball of heavens
Extending a sextet set of hands
Acceded to the sextet sparklers
To caress and cuddle to a motherly bliss
And there, son of space with grace
With fulgent glow of six faces
With ardent vision of twelve eyes
With victorious valour of twelve hands..
Handsome God of hexagram arose
Chronometrically to reign over aeons
The serpent of the infinite cosmos
Its bodies and their seasoned activeness..
Sa ra va na bha va, the inscribed syllables
Centered of Om and its ripples
Devised of six dimensions
Chanted in mutiple refrains
O'mind don't you see Him of His seemliness
Annealing at His feet the elemental forces
The Lord seasoned for your heart, its seasons
Of summering, withering emotions
Of pattering, wintering feelings
Clement for your soul of peacefulness
Clement for your whole of liveliness
Shanmukha the Lord of seasons
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Down On The Corner
Early in the evenin just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse theyre starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp.
Chorus:
Down on the corner, out in the street,
Willy and the poorboys are playin;
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,
Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.
Chorus
Chorus
You dont need a penny just to hang around,
But if youve got a nickel, wont you lay your money down?
Over on the corner theres a happy noise.
People come from all around to watch the magic boy.
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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The Hostess With The Mostest
As fluorescents do
They blink oer the floor
Of her majestic halls
Yeah, they do
I hear surf on kazoo
I march with the militia of the mine
Malicious are the times
Malicious
In the doors we all flew
To see the great indoors
Of her majestic stalls
Yeah, we flew
Waves break on the shore of the zoo
And I see how
Laurasia sure has changed
Imaginary planes
Imagine
I hit the mall on every friday
When it was biggest in the world
The hostess with the mostest
song performed by Frank Black
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haiku plays the horn
in the haiku marching band
he plays a kazoo
haiku by Chris Bowen
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Down On The Corner (feat. Lance Diamond)
Early on the evening, just about suppertime
Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind
Poor kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up
Willie picks a tune out and he knows they gonna start
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Johnny hits the washboard, people just gotta smile
Robby thumbs a gut-bass and solos for a while
Poor boy brings the rhythm on his kalamazoo
And Willie goes into a dance doubles on kazoo, hey!
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you got a nickel won't ya lay your money down
Over on the corner there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel tap your feet
[fade out
song performed by Goo Goo Dolls
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Down On The Corner
Early on the evening, just about suppertime
Over by the courthouse, theyre startin to unwind
Poor kids on the corner tryin to bring you up
Willie picks a tune out and he knows they gonna start
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Johnny hits the washboard, people just gotta smile
Robby thumbs a gut-bass and solos for a while
Poor boy brings the rhythm on his kalamazoo
And willie goes into a dance doubles on kazoo, hey!
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
You dont need a penny just to hang around
But if you got a nickel wont ya lay your money down
Over on the corner theres a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel tap your feet
(repeat and fade)
song performed by Goo Goo Dolls
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Rocket To Stardom
By kris kristofferson, roger mcguinn, bobby neuwirth
It started when the neighbors saw my fancy new t.v
That opens up the gate outside my home
And lets me let in anyone I really wanna see
And keep out all them other dudes I dont
Then one by one they started comin over to perform
And someone played temptation on kazoo
Nellie got as naked as the day that she was born
And it sure was all over baby blue
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good night sleepin since
Orville bakers showin us the fastest draw in town
Cora lees clackin on her spoons
Ol jesses trick dog sure does look dead lyin on the ground
And jesses wife is a-howlin at the moon
Charlys ugly daughter sure can tap dance
Mable thatchers walkin on her hands
And just as I was leavin for the kitchen for a snack
Ol lulla bell amazed us with her fans
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good night sleepin since
Froneys got an act thats hard to follow
Norman plays a nimble tamborine
You should see what sara lee can swallow
And ol billy does a wicked mr. clean
Good lord, if idve known this future when I started
Believe you me, Id never change a thing
I got a closed circuit circus in my bedroom
And a world full of whackos in the wings
Get em burt !
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good nights sleepin since
song performed by Kris Kristofferson
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Ultra Reunion
[kool keith]
Example one - master magical magician
Hold position, enter the club with competition
The great bartholomew, my spirit follow you
Hand back the track, smellin smoke off the vinyl wax
My approach is silent, quiet like a roach
My solo voodoo is here, zapp with kazoo
What can you do when the funk comes behind your crew
Like greyskull, skeletor the bus is on tour
Kool keith with indian chief sahara
Holdin the flashlight, shavin cream in the mirror
Like yogi berra, big yank count bank
Movin work out the country, you think i'm big hank
Forty-eight waist with bass, all in your face
I be there, in the atmosphere, super underwear
My cape aluminum, light up crews when i'm booin em
Feedback, mistaken, like crazy legs
I be breakin, rap on my back, you caught the steam
While you smoke crack, that song word p
Chorus: repeat 4x
We know how to win, ultra again
Ced gee, kool keith, re-un-ion
We know how to win..
[ced gee]
Check it
I bring light to every order
I'm smooth as hell, my record sells cross the border
So don't you tell me what i need
Cause i like to be, all that i see
However you take it, it could be arranged simplistic
Mad beats son, i know that you with it
Plus you know i'm spittin cheeba
You can quote that son, while i go call anita
I'm like the high setter, the ready to buy getter
I like the fly sweaters, honey lips is wetter
I cruise around the world, uhh
Collectin fancy pearls and sexy girls
The umm, the ahh, umm the ahh
Ahh yeah son, i originated that
And that's a fact, product skills mad fat
The black on wax need to be brought back
The right way, the hype way
The way that mc's used to rip the mic way
Chorus
[c.gee] so won't you kick that son?
[keith] yeah..
[kool keith]
Even compressed, i snap back like aquaman
The boogieman, lookin down at the city
Nuclear bombs, band-aids, hurt your arms with quickness
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Remembering Christmas 2
No, she never wanted to fly the reindeer
Even as many times as she's seen it done
It's the Master's schtick-who needs it-
The turbulent descent, the wind, the ashes
In the tertiary bronchioles-forget it. Besides,
It's been years since she's been down a chimney.
It's his show. Then, they're expecting him, the old man-
Expectation being the essence of the season.
The light on the frozen snow is astral.
Overshining the meager sheen from the kliegs.
It reminds her of something that happened long ago
Darned if she could say what it was now, though.
The interview is over-the crew is packing up.
Now the plane is loaded, all hands aboard
Goodbye, goodbye. The co-pilot signals back
Over the tundra taxies the little plane
Faster and faster, then off! It turns, bisects the moon
Which spills a cornucopia of musical toys:
Tom-tom. Tin whistle. Kazoo-on the snow-capped peaks
Under polaris, twinkling directly above.
Onto the plateaux, onto the ghostly slopes,
Into the vallies between crags, the fir-tufted foothills
Skidding down icey jags, alongside riverbeds
Bearing black, moon-stricken torrents,
Coming to rest at her feet. She picks one up, toots
Experimentally, watches the plane til the red wing lights fade
Unnecessarily long, turns and goes in.
Time to go in. Claus will be home soon enough.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Diwali
They saw and heard
The sparklers
Burning bright.
They saw and heard
The rockets
Zipping past the night.
They saw and heard
The fountains going
Whoosh!
They saw and heard
The various aerial
Displays that lit up
The night sky with
Their colourful arrays.
And you ask me, dear
What all fireworks
I saw and heard? !
I was so entranced seeing
You making love to me
With your eyes,
Telling me in what all ways,
You love me,
How often you miss me…
All the colours of Diwali
Sparkled before my eyes!
I just saw and heard - you,
You and only you, your love
For me…making my Diwali!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Enjoyment
She’s seeing
Fireworks -
Through the
Window.
I’m seeing
Sparklers -
In her eyes!
(Poem themed on Perception)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Scintilating Like Sparklers
It turned from a swell party on the coast to a sweltering inferno.
The horizon spectators child like winking at us;
from the baptising breakers to roman candles buried deep in the sand,
crabs flirting, and several nori naked bodies
cresting the seas brow.
The romans lined up and fired at the moon,
Phoebe vomited in my shoes,
and kent never came back.
The cops showed up and we scattered like sparklers,
into the beach house allies where we put out the lights and someone pushed a drumset down the stairs.
It was a swell party until someone somewhat died
happy birthday Mike!
poem by Jerome Moore
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In The Parking Lot
Another viewing's slowness: it looks as if the dead
Are on television,
And she is waking up, dressing in fireworks that will
Persimmon off her body in a two for one sale—
From the heavenly depths of
Miami—
She will look up into a sea of airplanes—and spin outside of
The tent,
And next to the trucks and the supermarkets and
The fast food chains:
And all of that traffic—long fuse rapping around her
For a moment she is delighted—object of holidays—
Red and brown queen as amble as a deer wearing silver
Sparklers—
A spectacle in the parking lot at the end of the day.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach
In his tenth July some instinct
taught him to arm the waiting wave,
a giant where its mouth hung open.
He rode on the lip that buoyed him there
and buckled him under. The beach was strung
with children paddling their ages in,
under the glare od noon chipping
its light out. He stood up, anonymous
and straight among them, between
their sand pails and nursery crafts.
The breakers cartwheeled in and over
to puddle their toes and test their perfect
skin. He was my brother, my small
Johnny brother, almost ten. We flopped
down upon a towel to grind the sand
under us and watched the Atlantic sea
move fire, like night sparklers;
and lost our weight in the festival
season. He dreamed, he said, to be
a man designed like a balanced wave…
how someday he would wait, giant
and straight.
Johnny, your dream moves summers
inside my mind.
He was tall and twenty that July,
but there was no balance to help;
only the shells came straight and even.
This was the first beach of assault;
the odor of death hung in the air
like rotting potatoes, the junkyard
of landing craft waited open and rusting.
The bodies were strung out as if they were
still reaching for each other, where they lay
to blacken, to burst through their perfect
skin. And Johnny Pole was one of them.
He gave in like a small wave, a sudden
hole in his belly and the years all gone
where the Pacific noon chipped its light out.
Like a bean bag, outflung, head loose
and anonymous, he lay. Did the sea move fire
for its battle season? Does he lie there
forever, where his rifle waits, giant
and straight?…I think you die again
and live again,
Johnny, each summer that moves inside
my mind.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Eyes
Lucy, what do you espy
In the cast in Jenny's eye
That should you to laughter move?
I far other feelings prove.
When on me she does advance
Her good-natured countenance,
And those eyes which in their way
Saying much, so much would say,
They to me no blemish seem,
Or as none I them esteem;
I their imperfection prize
Above other clearer eyes.
Eyes do not as jewels go
By the brightness and the show,
But the meanings which surround them,
And the sweetness shines around them.
Isabel's are black as jet,
But she cannot that forget,
And the pains she takes to show them
Robs them of the praise we owe them.
Ann's, though blue, affected fall;
Kate's are bright, and fierce withal;
And the sparklers of her sister
From ill-humour lose their lustre.
Only Jenny's eyes we see,
By their very plainness, free
From the vices which do smother
All the beauties of the other.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Just a few of the things...
Just a few of the things… I miss most of all
Roman candles
Juicyfruit gum from mom’s purse
Cordite smell of a 12 gauge
First ride in a convertible
Hayrides in the Fall
Skippin’ rocks on still water
Leaves burnin’ in street gutters
The smell of freshly baked bread
New clothes from Sears and Roebucks
Seein’ Checker cabs
Beer barrels being rolled into bar’s basements
Sparks from Trolley bus wires
Ohio river ferryboats
Visitin’ relatives deep in Kentucky
Them sayin’ “come back y’all”
John Deeres chugging in the distance
Foggy morning’s
Runnin’ trotlines on the Lickin’ river
Ol’ black cars with luggage racks on back
My dad’s exhaled smoke (from unfiltered Camels)
Lionel trains
Playin’ king-of-the- hill
Lickin’ cream off milk lids
Tadpoles
Watchin’ lightning
Friendly hugs
Lightbugs in bottles
Trust in people
Baseball games on big Emerson radios
Unlocked doors…open windows
Piano scales being played in the distance
Summer nights… and sparklers
Matinees and popcorn
White castles and Cincinnati chili
Goetta
The Island Queen steamboat and it’s calliope
Coney Island and Lesourdsville
My ol’ library
Eating “Blind Robins” in neighborhood bars
The smell of Neatsfoot oil
Old neighborhood delicatessens
Inclines
Warm cashews
Stealin’ watermelons
Puttin’ pins in doorbells
Soapin’ windows
Thinking’ I looked good
Girls that thought I did
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July Memories
It was the Forth of July
fireworks with rocket sounds
were brightening the dark sky
Small children drew circles
in the air with hot tipped wires
spraying snapping stars
Sparklers were thrown into the air
falling to earth with a curved decent
mimicking the plunge of comets
Landing upon dry grass
quickly starting a spreading fire
frantically feet began to stomp
Putting out crackling flames
extinguished by hot soles
hearts were rapidly pounding
Nervous laughter erupted
after an impromptu effort
resembling a pow-pow dance...
11/3/09
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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The Break Away
Your daisies have come
on the day of my divorce:
the courtroom a cement box,
a gas chamber for the infectious Jew in me
and a perhaps land, a possibly promised land
for the Jew in me,
but still a betrayal room for the till-death-do-us—
and yet a death, as in the unlocking of scissors
that makes the now separate parts useless,
even to cut each other up as we did yearly
under the crayoned-in sun.
The courtroom keeps squashing our lives as they break
into two cans ready for recycling,
flattened tin humans
and a tin law,
even for my twenty-five years of hanging on
by my teeth as I once saw at Ringling Brothers.
The gray room:
Judge, lawyer, witness
and me and invisible Skeezix,
and all the other torn
enduring the bewilderments
of their division.
Your daisies have come
on the day of my divorce.
They arrive like round yellow fish,
sucking with love at the coral of our love.
Yet they wait,
in their short time,
like little utero half-borns,
half killed, thin and bone soft.
They breathe the air that stands
for twenty-five illicit days,
the sun crawling inside the sheets,
the moon spinning like a tornado
in the washbowl,
and we orchestrated them both,
calling ourselves TWO CAMP DIRECTORS.
There was a song, our song on your cassette,
that played over and over
and baptised the prodigals.
It spoke the unspeakable,
as the rain will on an attic roof,
letting the animal join its soul
as we kneeled before a miracle-
forgetting its knife.
The daisies confer
in the old-married kitchen
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poem by Anne Sexton
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