Ode to Tony Danza

"Ode to Tony Danza"
Title by Timmy
11/7/06

With a character so strong
he always plays his role.
An actor with a charge
his story is often told.
From Mr. Banza in Taxi
to the Boss we know so well
Tony's got the part,
and that voice we hear yell:
Angela!
Samantha!
Mona!
Jonathan!
It still rings in our ears
Not only is it the voice
but the memories that we hear.
But his acting didn't stop in the 80s
there's so much more for him to do
Also a Singer, Producer, & Dicector
It shows that he's multi-talented too.
Tony knows how to get the parts
that keep his name alive.
He even plays himself
on Saturday Night Live.
So thank you Tony Danza
for taking us on that ride
And even though the talk show didn't work
we're still glad that you tried.

Chris Smither's left knee was a metronome..........

Chris Smither's left knee was a metronome..........
Title by Catherine Rohland
Poem by Cynthia Wilson

Chris Smither's left knee was a metronome..........
He keeps the time from beat to beat
with just the tapping of his feet
The accompanyment is little known
but it's what musicians can do alone.
So much music is built inside.
It can help us feel alive.
To share his style,
and amplify this sound.
He puts a microphone,
close to the ground.
A simple movement,
yet a motion so strong,
can change the sound,
of his melodious song.

As soon as possible (ASAP)

As soon as possible (ASAP)

8/11/06

By: Cynthia Wilson

Title by Eike

Send a reply

I need to know why

Please get back to me

As soon as possible.

Move to the side.

I need to get by.

I've got to meet a client

as soon as possible.

Please finish this assignment.

I have a deadline to meet.

My boss needs the report

as soon as possible

There is an urgency to the request

with an explanation to do your best.

There's a timeline to meet

and it's as soon as possible.

Cosmic

Cosmic

8/8/06

By: Cynthia Wilson

Title by Kathleen McElroy

The stars up in the sky

or how do you look into his eyes.

The feeling spawned from romance

or from a friendly dance.

The reactions that make light shine.

The connections made throughout time.

Meteors shower across the universe

and then into pieces they disperse.

Proving hope along the way

to those who need a better day.

The bright sunshine,

the darkness that falls,

It's cosmic, baby

for one and all.

Phantasmagoria

Phantasmagoria

8/7/06

By: Cynthia Wilson

Title By Jesse

Phantasmagoria lives

within the perfect beat.

Music that moves your soul

and makes you tap your feet.

It's the blue skies

on a sunny day

or a simple smile

from a friend along the way

It's the first flower in spring

or snow glistening on the land

It's the view at the mountaintop

or when true love holds your hand

It's finding a four-leaf clover

viewing a sunrise at sea

It's living day to day

with peace and harmony.

Discombobulated

Discombobulated

8/7/06

By: Cynthia Wilson

Title by John @Milkboy

There are too many changes afoot

that I can't see my current direction.

My energy is spent

searching for perfection.

I feel all discombobulated.

I'm trying to put the pieces together.

There is something missing here

but I know that they're related.

There's a reason for this drama

A wavelength for me to find

A calming wind is coming soon

to give me peace of mind.

My Mind Went Blank

My Mind Went Blank

7/15/06

By: Cynthia Wilson

Title by Carol Wilson

My mind went blank.

I don't know what to say.

Ask me a question

any other day.

My stomach is full.

I'm enjoying a fine wine.

I can't help with the answer

it will have to be another time.

You put me on the spot

and I don't like tests.

Why would you ask me

instead of all the rest?

It happens to the best of us

when something seems absurd.

When put to a simple task

We just don't know the words.

Deluge

Deluge

6/2/06

By: Cynthia Wilson

Title by J. Morrin III

A dark cloud hung above

and hovered between

the bouts of sunshine.

The humidity drove sweat

down the faces of many.

Then a deluge of rain

came to cleanse the soul.

Lightning struck

and the thunder rolled,

bringing people into respite

and introducing

strangers on the street.

I can't

I can't

1/6/06

By: Cynthia Wilson

Title by Randy

Frustration spawns

confusion surrounds

Sometimes I can't

get my feet off the ground.

I get stuck in time

where I can't write a line.

I've put up a boundary

that I can't surpass.

I hope that this feeling

is not one that lasts.

I need to get past

the words I can't

to give my writing

that stupendous slant.