Category: art
Buckingham Nicks
Buckingham Nicks is the hush before heartbreak,
a sepia-toned sonnet sung in motel light.
It’s the sound of two souls tracing each other’s shadows,
half in love, half in longing,
all tangled in the ache of becoming.
No Rain. No Flowers
Only Love
“Oh, I’d call my mother and tell her I’m sorry
I never call her back
I’d pour my heart and soul out into a letter
And send it to my dad
Like, oh my God, the time I’ve wasted
Lost in my head
Let me leave this world with the hate behind me
And take the love instead Give me
Only love, only love
Give me
Only love, only love”
“Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!”
Beautiful, fiery, bold, and funny, Lucille Ball was one of America’s most beloved comedians, best known for her self-produced television show ‘I Love Lucy’.The show’s success was phenomenal. It’s impact om American television legendary. Ball co-starred with her husband the dashing Desi Arnaz, who played the iconic Ricky Ricardo. Desi was also a pioneer in broadcasting. He was the genius behind what would become modern sitcom format and those lovely little things called reruns that made “I Love Lucy” known to my generation and beyond.
Desi and Lucy’s rocky love story is one for the ages. He once said they “loved and fought furiously” They had a tumultuous 20-year marriage. And even after they split, the pair remained in each other’s lives until Desi’s death in 1986. Despite their breakup, they still loved each other. They truly are my favorite celebrity couple. There’s a new movie coming out about them starring Cate Blanchett as Lucille Ball. Oscar- and Emmy-winner Aaron Sorkin is writing the script. Looking forward to seeing it. Right before Desi passed, he wrote this about Lucy and the show.
“Lucy was the show. Viv, Fred and I were just props. Damn good props, but props nevertheless. P.S. I Love Lucy was never just the title.” Awwww.
Some of my favorite lines from…
Ricky Ricardo: Lucy’s acting crazy!
Fred Mertz: Crazy for Lucy or crazy for ordinary people?
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Ricky Ricardo: What do you want me to do, starve to death?
Lucy Ricardo: Would you, please?
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Lucy Ricardo: There’s just two things keeping me from dancing in that show.
Fred Mertz: Your feet?
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Lucy Ricardo: Y’know, I’ve been thinking about shows like Burns and Allen. George Burns uses his wife on the show. Why don’t you?
Ricky Ricardo: I’d love to! Do you think she would leave George?
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And now a few of my favorite quotes from
the Queen of Comedy herself.
It’s a helluva start, being able to recognize what makes you happy.
One of the things I learned the hard way was that it doesn’t pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.
I’m happy that I have brought laughter because I have been shown by many the value of it in so many lives, in so many ways.
Finally, the genius that was “I Love Lucy”
No. 3905
Hey y’all. Check out the original Brit’s blog. This guy has been a good friend to me for the last few years. Just when I think he’s gone, he’s back again, in full cheeky mode. Funny, how he pops up just when I need a pick me up. He’s one of the few people who really gets me and still likes me. He accepts me as I am, and always makes me feel special and appreciated. You know the type that would give you a big hug anf be happy to pose in pictures with you making silly faces, and post them everywhere. The type who thinks you’re cool, not for how you look, but for who you are as a person and never makes you feel less than. He will also make you up some onion gravy, but gross to that.
You’ll love his poetry and quirky nature. He’s fun to insult too, but maybe, that’s just fun for me. Ha! Really though great guy and his girlfriend is an amazing photographer. I mean she even makes him look good! 😜
Wonder Why. By C A Middleton © 2018
The mirror to his psyche smashed.
The curtain’s torn; his temple trashed.
He sees no way of shaking
The wart-ridden effigy of self.
His mountain’s crumbled into dust.
The frame of fortune turned to rust.
The signs are pointing further
From any personal wealth.
The time has come to wonder
Why the sun still shines.
As he attempts his damnedest
To erase the previous lines.
The birds have all got tonsillitis.
They croak as they try to delight us.
The clouds are full of shit
Sprinkling on our heads.
Marvin Gaye is scratched and weak.
The demons are the ones to keep.
They pray upon our hands and feet
As we curl in bed.
The time has come to wonder
Why the sun still shines.
As he attempts his damnedest
To erase the previous lines.
Savannah GA
A Mindful Poem
In the brief tranquil reprieve
just before dust.
You don’t notice how
high the wind is
or the bitter in the cold
The night may carry a
satchel of bramble.
But for now you close
your eyes and listen to
the music of the air.
Focusing on the amber length
of the hour.
Your dormant heart made
melodic like a harp touched
by skilled hands
You realize you deserve more
than shuttering light and
shifting shadows.
You who are besotted with
the fever of a waltz
And moonlit rivers
on the way to sea.
No matter how awkward your
gait, you know grace is
found in a soul that won’t
be nettled and a mind
made beautiful by the swarm
of fireflies.
You, this lady and warrior
who gets by on Southern
charm and the rhythm of
a drum that beats in three-quarter time.
Here. where prim
and proper meets sas and grit.
You who are singularity lovely
but hideous too.
A mess of colors, hungry
You refuse to live a sepia life.
For a moment as you watch
the sun set, you don’t dwell
on failed arithmetic or Dostoevsky
and his sullen things.
Instead, you reflect on the wonder
of aliveness and compose yourself
in a poem, composure found in a view
redefined . You rearrange the disquieting
into a sliver canopy of serenity.
Finding peace in your eccentricity.
-Tosha Michelle
My latest cover-Sign of the Times with a little Human thrown in
Just Go
Flowers of what is pollinated
by bees of what might have
been. Mundane afternoons married
to evenings of TV and ringtones
that have forgotten how to ring.
An old journal reminds her
it’s not too late
to resurrect a dream or lost
shimmer, to right her caddy-corner
heart left askew by
a lover’s hands. She grasps
for the notes under air,
leaving the past to glide
past and out the door.
She bows to the cartography of light
and presses the guidebook to
her chest. Knowing it’s time
to rise and go, to spiral out
into the unmoored and unknown.
-Tosha Michelle
Happy Holidays
Wishing you all loads of love and happiness. My imperfect cover of “Time After Time” xo
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