I Did It Brad’s Way

by Gibblet9/13/16

There were times, I’m sure you knew,
“If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere.
I’ll make a brand new start of it!”
What were the chances?
“Something in my heart said, start spreading the news.”
And that’s what I long to see.

I want to be a part of it!
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way,
my huckleberry friend.
Up to the moment we said our first hello
I tried so hard not to give in,
in spite of the warning voice that comes in the night.

I’ve no proof when people say,
“Why not use your mentality, step up to reality”.
I don’t care if you are called,
“funny valentine”.
My friend, I’ll say it clear.
You’re sensational.

You make me smile with my heart.
Why not use your mentality?
This is the important fact I’ve found:
It’s up to you.
That’s all, that’s all, that’s all.

Gibblet 9/13/2016 (New York New York Time)

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8 Responses to I Did It Brad’s Way

  1. Brad Nelson Brad Nelson says:

    Look how many words are wasted on Hillary and Trump these days. We don’t talk (or rhyme) enough about the important stuff . . . such as Sinatra.

    Thanks for the wonderful flattering poem, Gibblet. As you might know, I have a character flaw. I’m not moved by flattery very much so you’ll get nothing out of it. No, you’ve proven you’re not a phony Christian but you still could contain some character flaws that will need future StubbornIndulgences (Patent Pending). Flattery will get you nowhere in that regard. It will still cost you some $$$ or a limerick or two.

    You may, for example, think that the greatest black singer ever is Whitney Houston instead of the proper answer, Sammy Davis Junior. But such sins are venal sins, not mortal sins, and certainly nothing to cause harsh disagreement amongst Sinatraologists. Where was I?

    I doubt that I could make it in New York. I admire people who can and am just a little bit jealous. And although big cities are the centers of high culture, they are also the centers of low decadence. It begs the question: Do you really want to make it in New York?

    What is Brad’s Way, anyway? Another question-begging question, I guess. I’m not sure that I have a way. You have to have a big and healthy Ego to have a “Way.” And there may be nothing at all wrong with having a “Way.” It’s just that I don’t think I have one. If I have a “Way” — if God granted me some special talent and Divine purpose — it is to show others their “Way.”

    I don’t want clones, flatterers (which you are not…I’m just pulling your leg), sycophants, or imitators. My greatest wish (other than seeing Nancy Sinatra naked) is to be able to log onto this site every morning and be so entranced with what I read that I don’t even think about going anyplace else. I want to get lost in the reading.

    We’re not there yet. I enjoy reading Kung’s Way, for example. But I don’t pressure him to write because we’re both of the same mind that if you try to squeeze Sammy Davis Jr. out of Whitney Houston, you’ll just make lemonade (or something like that…the metaphor got lost in translation). This is why I go on and on and on about people not sounding like Charles Krauthammer. It’s okay if Charles Krauthammer sounds like Charles Krauthammer. But don’t adopt the phony and staged voice of what The Culture (or a sub culture) says you must don if you are to sound Intelligent®, Thoughtful®, Wise®, and most important of all, Hip to the Culture®.

    Alas, it’s likely Charles Krauthammer we’ll get for the foreseeable future. But thanks for doing it Gibblet’s Way.

    • Gibblet says:

      “But thanks for doing it Gibblet’s Way.”

      Gee Brad. You’re very welcome, and thanks for finally responding to one of my poems. I got nothing for “The Ticket”, even with the funny (I thought) punch line at the end. No comment for “through Hell’s first snow” – that was good writing there, in case you didn’t notice.

      And “the hummingbird”? Not a peep! That piece of literary candy was taken di-rectly from my personal gardening experience! True life, yes indeed. It was one of the tweetest, I mean sweetest, poems I’ve ever written.

      So now I know how you roll: Sinatra, baby! One needn’t rhyme, and flattery will get me nowhere, evidently. But play it your way (Sinatra for President), and that WILL buy a Stubborn Things cup of coffee.

      So here goes (for the bonus round):

      There once was an editor, Brad.
      A Sinatra fetish he had.
      Good poems do not matter.
      And don’t try to flatter.
      For Ol’ Blue Eyes, Brad is just mad.
      Nancy, too.

      • Timothy Lane says:

        Well, I have plenty of Sinatra music as well, though I listen to Nancy more than Frank because of when I grew up and developed my musical tastes. But I will note that I read all the poems (and the other articles) whenever I notice a new one. I can’t always think of anything meaningful to say.

        • Gibblet says:

          Timothy, Sometimes I get a concept, or a story, or just some phrases in my head that need to come out, or they will knock around in there until the echo is deafening. If I don’t have the time or energy to write these things down, they fade away and I feel like I missed a great opportunity to bring it out into the light of day and see what it would have become.

          About six years ago, a whole one-man stage play came to me…narration, songs, props. For about two hours this play formed in my head and I watched it, like a movie. I didn’t have the energy at the time to write it out, but it was so vivid I thought I would be able to recall it later. I guess that’s not the way it works. Even though I still have an idea of the outline or concept of the play, the inspiration passed and took the details with it.

          So now I make extra effort to write when inspiration sneaks up on me. And good, bad, or Sinatra – it is what it is. It’s an honor to share the fruits of that inspiration here and maybe bring some small joy, or a contemplatable thought, or grist for discussion to our fine community of readers and writers.

      • Brad Nelson Brad Nelson says:

        I don’t alway get time to read all the submissions, Gibblet. Sometimes it’s all I can do to get them posted. Plus, with all these “Support Donald Trump” junk emails I get, I barely have time for much else at all. 🙂

        Limerick surely to follow in reply to yours.

  2. Timothy Lane says:

    An interesting item. I wish I could be sure I caught all the references to different songs, but I probably missed some.

    • Gibblet says:

      I didn’t keep track, but the lines are all from various songs. It was fun to (quickly) try to put them together to convey a message. With more time (much more time), I’m sure one could even create something that rhymes. It’s good brain exercise either to compile the lyrics into a piece, or try to figure out the songs they came from.

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