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Madeleine Toerne Feb 2014
Move back.
The halls will be yellow at the high school
and the front office won’t have ever changed.
The sixth-graders who paddled down the Little Miami
will have remained the same.

The hammock will sit stagnant,
waiting for that push, that shake and bake, that slap and tickle.
A black lab rising up from the grave, smelly as all hell,
will be there to greet you.

Ride a red-spray painted bike down
deserted roads, the same mountain dew bottle trash,
age-less hollerin’ neighbors;
home-run derby crew.

Move back.
Watch lonesome blues whittled away,
and whispering softly,
“it’s not you, it’s not you, it’s not you.”
Lyss Gia Jan 2019
Mary, plain name.  Mary, mother of God
Mary, Queen of the Strip Mall
Mary, daughter of a King and a *****
Divinity in her blood, conqueror of lands,
Monarch of her body, kingdom of junkies.
Nails inlaid with pearls, mink lashes and onyx eyes
Indigo polyester wraps her 36, 30, 41,
saltwater taffy legs, ****, and ***.
Mary wasn’t a tall boy, Mary is a funnel cloud queen
Obsidian brazilian in velcro, soda can curls.
Mary has no titles, Mary is a *******, Mary is an exile.
Queen of cream stucco and neon and parking lots.
Mary has disciples, all named Judas.
She has Roy Cohn, the judge’s son, and Louis XIV on their knees in prayer.
She has **** Cheney, Little Richard, and Freud their knees in the bathroom behind the Tesco.
Mary doesn’t confess, doesn’t beg, doesn’t buy.
Mary the conqueror, Alexander reincarnate, she survives.
Body bathed in ultraviolet, cocoa butter, vaseline, and newport menthols.
Mary talks to God in the mirrors at the salvation army.
Mary is scared of dying, she knows she is no ones martyr.
Mary never kneels, left the Bible in the motel nightstand.
A graceful end, a unceremonious departure.
Trade rose petals for needles and styrofoam slurpee cups.
Mary’s mistresses, lovers, and wives, gave her a few lead rounds,
Left her in the strip mall mausoleum.
Mary, queen of the carnal, saint of suburban perversions.
Mary never asked God for forgiveness or a fix.
Bob B Apr 2019
Defrauding the public isn't hard
When you're one of the Trumps.
The president is especially good
At duping his loyal chumps.

So, after Trump fired James Comey,
He fired AG Sessions.
Those two firings were just a part
Of the president's indiscretions.

Next came Matthew Whitaker--
A Donald Trump lackey--
As acting AG, and whose background
Was--let's say--a bit tacky.

Now AG Barr is there
To willingly play his part
And show how he and Trump are both
Connected heart to heart.

Barr's recent appointment has
Very clearly shown
That the president has managed
To get his Roy Cohn.

Keeping Congress from seeing the full
Mueller report, Barr
Acts LESS like a fair AG
And MORE like a czar.

Flouting the rule of law, Trump
And Barr, political hacks,
Can end up doing a lot of damage
Behind Americans' backs.

Now Barr has mentioned the word
"Spying." It never fails
That Trump's appointees tend to go
Completely off the rails.

Making Trump a victim only
Satisfies his base.
Trump and Barr don't care whether
Their actions are a disgrace.

Now the tinfoil-hat group can say
"All the acrimony
Toward Trump is a nasty plot."
What a bunch of baloney!

Our leadership has never been
So chaotic. Never!
Elections, they say, have consequences.
Boy do they ever!

-by Bob B (4-11-19)
Nat Lipstadt Jun 2013
Drove 75 miles each way
To see Colbie Callait,
Somewhere in Connecticut,

That was back
In 2009,
Maybe 2010,
Maybe 2011.

Enjoyed it immensely,

Other than
The only thing
Older than me
At the concert
Was the building
It was held in.

And everybody at work made fun of me.

Took my woman
Downtown to the  
High Line Ballroom
A few years back,
Edwin McCain,
He sang
I'll Be.

It was fine,
Other than
I was the tallest person
Standing on line.

Last year
Danced on a conga line
Led by Pink Martini,
At Carnegie Hall.
Ain't embarrassed to admit,
They dragged me from my front row seat,
Kicking n' screaming,
Hope nobody was videotaping!

At the Beacon on Broadway,
Saw Paul Simon and
Straight No Chaser,
And I would do it again in a
A Capella second.

This year,
High up at Lincoln Center,
Overlooking Central Park and
My city sparkling,
Saw Ingrid Michaelson singing,
It's OK.

She was giggling,
Cause it was so fun, for her,
To act so grown up.
Her parents and sisters
Even came to see her.

Sometime ago saw Marc Cohn, singing,
Don't remember when, don't recall,
Walking in Memphis,
Even tho both of us were at
City Center on West Forty Third Street.

At the City Winery,
In NoHo
Don Felder did Hotel California,
Went to the backstage partee
Cause I was around when
he first penned it,
When he was still part of the Eagles.

For an old geezer,
Born in 1901,
I'm pretty cool,
Despite the occasional mistake.

But I know better than to go to see
Justin Bieber,
Way too cool for that,
So those ticket to
Taylor Swift,
Ripped,
Having never seen
the light of day,
I think I even pretended to
Throw them away...
All true, especially the embarrassing parts.  Nooooooo I did not go see Bieber....really!
I regret to inform you that your lawfully, wedded boyfriend, Robert Cohn, no longer want to be lawful, wedded, or your boyfriend. He'd much rather be ******* Brett and writing books about what she tells him behind closed doors
            Sincerely,
              Jake Barnes
In response to The Sun Also Rises
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2020
So don't you dare try to walk away
I got my heart set on our wedding day
I got a vision of this girl in white
Made my decision and it's you alright

When I take your hand
I'll watch my heart set sail
I'll take my trembling fingers
And I'll lift up your veil

Then I'll take you home
And with wild abandon
Make love to you
Just like a true companion

You are my True Companion!

                - Marc Cohn
Madeleine Toerne Mar 2019
Move back.
The halls will be yellow at the high school,
and the front office won't ever have changed.
The sixth-graders who paddled down the Little Miami
will have remained the same.

The hammock will sit stagnant,
waiting for that push-- that shake and bake, that slap and tickle.
A black lab rising up from the grave, smelly as all hell,
will be there to greet you.

Ride a red spray-painted bike down
deserted roads, see the same Mountain Dew bottle trash,
and ageless hollerin' neighbors:
the home-run derby crew.

Move back.
Watch lonesome blues whittled away,
and whispering softly,
"it's not you, it's not you, it's not you."
Written circa 2011
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2020
Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said, "Tell me are you a Christian, child?"

I said, "Ma'am, I am tonight!"

                  - Walkin' in Memphis
TOD HOWARD HAWKS May 2020
The following is not a paid advertisement. It is the truth. It is arguably plausible for me to state that I received the best secondary and higher education in the world.

I graduated from Phillips Academy (more commonly referred to as Andover now), the oldest boarding school in America founded in 1778, two years after our nation was founded. Andover and its sequel, Exeter, it seems, now take turns being voted the best high school in the United States.

Though I received an essentially unequalled secondary education at Andover, I paid an exorbitant social and emotional cost to receive it. The years I spent at Andover were the worst of my life.

I chose to matriculate to Columbia College, the tradional undergraduate liberal arts school of Columbia University, over Yale
for principally two main reasons:  the Core Curriculum and New York City. More years at Yale would be like returning to Andover, anathema to me.

The Core Curriculum, now over 100 years old, is a rigorous, two-year course of studies that include philosophy, literature. art, music, language, frontiers of science, and writing. All College students, regardless of her or his majors, must take all the Core courses, which, in turn, make them learned for life. Columbia College is the only Ivy school to have anything like the Core. Living in and exploring New York City, the veritable capital of the world, for four years makes one a Citizen of the World for life, even if one decides to reside elsewhere after graduating, as I did. I now live in Boulder, CO. Columbia College's 2019 admit rate was 5.1%. Columbia College admitted a few over 2,000 applicants out of slightly over 42,000 applicants worldwide, making Columbia College the second most selective school in the Ivy League. 5.1 % admit rate:  that's about 1 out of 20.

But even Columbia has its "bad apples:"  Roy Cohn comes to mind readily. So does William Barr. But it also has Barach Obama. 84 students who studied or professors who taught there won the Nobel Prize.

So what to do with this piece CAN WE PROFIT OFF IT?

It sees to me that the maxim  DO UNTO OTHERS...is rapidly being supplanted by CAN WE PROFIT OFF IT? Our political leaders, who have never been paragons of virtue, have for 3 1/2 years have become, in a word, corrupt. The Washington Post has authenticated more than 15,000 lies emanating from the Oval Office, not to mention the cheating, the racism, and the ******.

CAN WE PROFIT OFF IT? is the new adage these days.

I say "Make America A Democracy Again!" should be.
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Bill MacEachern Sep 2019
There is a man named Don
A true Cohn man's con
He lies he cheats
Who ever he meets
Yet many see nothing wrong
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
Often unwell, she wrote
Often unwell is true
Endurance please and movies
Rest my point of view

Wait for it to come to me
Help my second son
Libraries in the New Year
Little way French nun

Q can cook creme brulee
Now almost as tall as me
Get Cam into sports
Watch him run break free

Plato wrote in dialogue
I can write it too
Shema Israel
Marc Cohn taxi Lu

    The best for last for you
Qualyxian Quest Nov 2019
striped skunk or smelly onion
playful waters or destitute

Chicago could mean each of these
did the indigenous commute?

the name is still debated
the University in pursuit

of truth and beauty and Great Ideas
but Marc Cohn was my lute

I listened to him most every day
sometimes heard gunfire that did shoot

if I go back to discuss my attack
I’ll wear a sweatshirt, not a suit
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
Perfect Love casts out fear
But you have to battle through it
Marc Cohn in my ear
29 ways to renew it

Today I watch the Incredibles
Tonight I rest and sleep
One Dark Knight
Vigilance to keep

Protect her from herself
Break her heart of stone
English country dancing
Magic Flute in Rome

Just to do my best
Persistence. Self doubt blues.
Persistence.
Rothko hues.

          Reno rendezvous
Qualyxian Quest Jan 2019
voyaging in oceans, libraries, bookstores
             no Harvard, no Yale
         Marc Cohn on the radio
          Sweet home, Chicago!
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
Often unwell, she wrote
Often unwell is true
Endurance please and movies
Rest my point of view

Wait for it to come to me
Help my second son
Libraries in the New Year
Little way French nun

Q can cook creme brulee
Now almost as tall as me
Get Cam into sports
Watch him run break free

Plato wrote in dialogue
I can write it too
Shema Israel
Marc Cohn taxi Lu

    The best for last for you
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
Marc Cohn in Chicago
     22 years lonely
            29 ways
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2019
Santa Rosa to Antelope Canyon
          Nevada desert, empty abandon
               Marc Cohn on, True Companion...

                            roadtrippin’
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2021
What got me through Chicago
Was the music of Marc Cohn
I need a True Companion
When I'm on my own

To sleep perchance to dream
To sleep perhaps forever
But O the times! O the times!
The times we were together

                 A bit better
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2023
More Batman than Superman
But the Fortress of Solitude appeals
Mr. Lau in Hong Kong
The Joker sees he squeals

Spider-Man has a hyphen
One that I forgot
Some good thing to do
Gonna help my brother Scott

Ryan is Virginia Tech
Was there with Michael Vick
Marc Cohn in Chicago
In my car is Moby ****

My Uncle Jack Purdue
His favorite band is Yes
Samantha James in London
And I did confess

         White tux. Black dress.
Qualyxian Quest Sep 2020
The South Side of Chicago
A scary ******* place

University and homeless
Gunfire and God's face

I lived there for a year
Kept listening to Marc Cohn

Except for my friend Alex
I was almost totally alone

               I moan.
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2020
Marc Cohn shot in the head
But amazingly, he's not dead

Walkin' in Memphis
True Companion

Perfect Love
James Taylor still standin'

Fire and Rain
Country in a bind

Will we be ok?
Gone to Carolina in my mind
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2020
I remember when I was a child
Lost in the streets of Chinatown
My mother had a vision
And I was found ...

Don't ask me how I know
'Cause it must be
Savin' the best for last for me

                   - Marc Cohn
Qualyxian Quest Sep 2020
I remember when I was a child
Lost in the streets of Chinatown
My mother had a vision
And I was found ...

Don't ask me how I know
'Cause it must be
Savin' the best for last for me


Whoa oo
Whoa oo


                - Marc Cohn
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2020
Got into a cab in New York City
There was an Oriental man behind the wheel
He started talkin' about Heaven
Like it was real

                        - Marc Cohn
              "Savin' the Best for Last"
Qualyxian Quest Sep 2020
When I finally take this journey
I'm gonna wave goodbye to Earth
Gonna throw the meter in the ocean
And prove what I was worth
I don't care who tries to flag me down
They're gonna have to find another ride uptown

Don't ask me how I know
'Cause it must be

Savin' the best for last for me.

                    - Marc Cohn

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