WARNING: This poetry can be very depressing and cause anxiety in some. Please read or listen to with caution for your own emotional state. Jesse is also a genius in his expressions and descriptive poetry.
Mr. Bernstein was an amazing “Spoken Word” poet that went through way too much. His birthday was on December 4th. Rather then tribute his suicide (A loss for all), I prefer to celebrate his birthday. I thought I would introduce some of you to his poetry. Remember it can get rough.
I hope to publish some spoken word poems of my work on here someday.
Enjoy and please take pay attention to the warning above. I relate to this poem. Never having self-esteem ever for my looks… FACE And of course MORE NOISE
I hope you find a new poet you love listening to him…
This was published a few days ago as La-De-Da etc; a title I despised. I’m posting out of sync with myself which means I have to go back and
revise things after they’re live; my apologies for the confusion.
Eddie Albert: When I agreed to Green Acres, I said to the writers, no livestock; well they paid no attention and wouldn’t ya know the first thing they did-
Eva Gabor: Dahling, you promised not to trash Arnold.
Batman: Was it 1968–or 69 (Laugh track) when Playboy published that filthy article about the homoerotic implications of my relationship with Dick? As if I would subject little Dick Grayson to a bat-grope!
Eddie Albert: In the very first script was a pig that was smarter than me! Not only was it smarter; that pig was loved!
Eva Gabor: I love you Oliver. (Laugh Track)
Eddie Albert: Lisa, it’s not the same!
Eva Gabor: How is it different Dahling?
Robin: At first I was clumsy on the bat pole (laugh track) but after a few lessons I was ready to jump that stick all day! (Laugh Track)
Batman: Now cut that out! (Laugh track)
Robin: Horny Norwegian wood, Batman! What’d I say? (Pause) So, I arrive at Wayne Manor and Bruce gives me a cape!
Batman: Not any old cape, Robin!
Robin: That’s right, Batman! It was cute and yellow and stopped just short of my tight but straight little butt! (Laugh Track)
Eddie Albert: That pig was not only smarter than me! He made more money! Just thinking about it makes me–
Eva Gabor: Let’s go to Rome, Dahling.
Eva Gabor: We don’t have that kind of money, Lisa. For God’s sake, look at this ship!
Eva Gabor: Ve can go back to Manhattan, Dahling. You can practice law.
(Enter Arnold the Pig.)
Robin: (stunned by Arnold) Holy heart failure, Batman!
Arnold the Pig: GRUNT!
Eva Gabor: (To Arnold) He didn’t get his hotscakes this morning and he’s a perfect beast, no offense, dahling.
Arnold the Pig: (leaps onto a chair and looks up at Eva.) GRUNT!
Eva Gabor: There Dahling. (Eva switches on a television and we hear the five beat introduction to Green Acres. Eva suddenly notices Batman and Robin.) Who are you? (To Eddie Albert) Olivah? Who are zey?
Eddie Albert: Say, are you fellows gay? These are the 60’s. You can’t wear tights until the 80’s.
Batman: Now hold on!
Robin: Holy harshin, Mr. Douglas!
Eva Gabor: They look like such nice boys! Do stay and have some hotscakes!
Batman: (With a slight Southern drawl) We’d like to Mrs. Douglas, but we got to get Arnold home and dressed in time for the weddin’.
Eddie Arnold: Weddin’? WHAT WEDDIN’?
Arnold the Pig: (Jumps up and saunters over to Batman) GRUNT?
Eva Gabor: Arnold’s getting married to Jethrine up in Oxford. (Eva flirts with Batman and Robin) Those capes are darling, Olivah, why don’t you wear a cape?
Eddie Albert: I’m not gay, Lisa.
Eva Gabor: Are you sure, dahling?
Robin: Well, we’ll be seeinya Mrs. Douglas. C’mon Arnold.
Arnold the Pig. (To Eddie Albert) HA! – GRUNT!
(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved
The Attack of the Hank Kimballs
The Hank Kimballs: Gee Mr. Douglas–resistance is futile. Well maybe not futile…more like frustrating…or at least difficult. I would say more than difficult but less than frustrating but not so frustrating as to be futile–say! Maybe resistance IS futile.