A favorite birthday mashup

Written April 13, 2011

What a birthday day
Don Adams, Al Green, Al Butts
— Scrabble’s creator

Adams’ Maxwell Smart
Brought us the first cell (shoe) phone
And Cone of Silence

Mel Brooks, Buck Henry
Were the big comedy brains
Behind spy buffoon

So Max Smart was dumb
Sidekick “99” was smart
And both made us laugh

“CONTROL” fought “KAOS”
Eventually, good guys won
But first chaos reigned

Belated wishes
Would’ve been better for Smart:
“Missed it by that much!”

Righteous Rev. Al Green,
Yeah, “I’m Still in Love With You”
And will be always

“Let’s Stay Together”:
Al, you sing; I’ll listen;
It’s better that way

The Scrabble man made
Special rule, always gave Green
Triple points for “soul”

Alfred Mosher Butts,
Architect, built legacy
Out of words instead

The Scrabble man says
The best resort for a spell
Is Dr. Webster’s

So what’s in a name?
You might ask if yours was “Butts”
Or your game struggled

“Lexico” became
“Criss Cross Words,” groped frantically,
Then scored as “Scrabble”

Rest is history:
One hundred fifty million
Game sets sold worldwide

“Will my ‘x’ work there”?
“What can I spell with this ‘z’?”
Games go on and on

Butts, at 93,
Put “finishe-” in front of “d”
Used up his letters

“You could look it up” haiku

Something to check out:
National Library Week’s
In full swing — no charge!

Love browsing the stacks
Seeing what’s new and what’s old
How titles evolve

My library rocks
Though Internet puts so much
At my fingertips

I love Google, but
Librarians are so smart,
So cool, so helpful

My library card
And librarian still make
A great search engine

Someday I’ll curl up
With an eReader, I know
But not yet, not yet

Ink’s look, paper’s feel
Ignite imagination
I’m bound to binding

Good old books don’t need
A wireless connection
Batteries recharged

And when I need help
My library peeps are there
They’ve got me covered!

And these are from last year, sparked at the time by the annual meeting of the Kansas Library Association. This year’s starts today, in Wichita.

Librarians fine
But overdue for big bash
Break out the bookmarks!

Where else can you say
Dewey Decimal System
Is a hot topic?

Seriously, folks,
They’re working on challenges
Of digital age

Can we use Facebook
And Twitter tweets to trigger
Library flash mobs?

The answer, my friend,
Is blowing in cyber wind
Of tablets, smartphones

Hey, I love gadgets
But not for reading Shakespeare
After a hard day

If pixels be food
Of love for literature
Don’t play on — Kill me!

Amazon has tried
To Kindle my eBook flame;
It always fizzles

Once, a Nook and I
Stared blankly at each other
Like a bad blind date

So, I think nothing
Will ever match the beauty
Of a book in hand

Romance suffers too
When the best pickup line is
“Your iPad or mine?”

For we are such stuff
As dreams are made on: Yes, us!
Not some avatars

In reading, life, love
I must say: Ain’t nothin’ like
The real thing, baby

“It’ll last longer” haiku

Eadweard Muybridge, April 9, 1830 — May 8, 1904
Today’s Google Doodle, April 9, 2012, is here.


Are horses’ hooves all
Off the ground at the same time?
Eadweard Muybridge asked

To find out he took
A gallop poll — with cameras
Triggered in sequence

One shot answered “Yes”
And the rest advanced the art
Of motion pictures

Zoopraxiscope:
He invented an early
Movie projector

Muybridge also shot
Athletes and other people
As they moved about

Muybridge also shot
Wife’s lover dead — talk about
Dark room negatives

Jury rejected
Insanity plea but still
Found him not guilty

“The Photographer,”
Film scored by Philip Glass, told
The trial story

In real life Muybridge
First to charge to see movie
— But no 5-buck Cokes

Edison followed,
Others too, so it behooves
Us to remember

“One louder” haiku

Jim Marshall, July 29, 1923 – April 5, 2012

Start with a Bassman
Separate amp from speakers
Use four 12-inches

Close cabinet back
Add higher-gain pre-amp valves
Post-volume filter

Overdrive sooner
Treble frequencies boosted
Voilà! The Marshall

Townshend, Entwistle
Stacked ’em — the world got louder
Cream, Hendrix echoed

Dozens of models
Followed — famed followers, too
Too many to count

Ideas have lives
As do great sounds and moments
Decay and sustain

Marshall, the amp king
Lived to 11, times 8
Rest in non peace, Jim

“Saints, sinners, survivors” haiku

April 3 birthdays: Doris Day (1922), Jan Berry (1941 — March 26, 2004), Wayne Newton (1942), Billy Joe Royal (1942), Richard Manuel (1943 — March 4, 1986), Richard Thompson (1949)

What a birthday day
Lives echo on — musical,
Magical, tragic

Doris Day was fun
Before she was a virgin
Que sera, sera

Jan Berry wrote, sang,
Produced, rode the wild surf’s waves
With lifelong pal Dean

They seemed like two goofs
But led the TAMI show, played
My favorite surf tunes

Eerily, Jan crashed
His Corvette into a truck
Close to “Dead Man’s Curve”

But he did come back
Never gave up, walked again
Helped others go on

Billy Joe Royal
Wrong-side-of-the tracks classic
“Down in the Boondocks”

(And it just wouldn’t
Have been the same if that
Guitar were in tune)

Wayne Newton, lounge king,
Once won big libel case, told
Jury “Danke Shoen”

Richard Manuel
One of the Band’s great talents
And its troubled soul

A keyboard killer
And lights-out high-note singer
Spelled Levon on drums

But trouble found him
Brought cocaine and Grand Marnier
— Cases of the stuff

“Last Waltz” was more like
“Last Stumble,” though he cleaned up
And made a comeback

But his mentor passed
Richie couldn’t cope, became
The “Fallen Angel”

Richard Thompson — saved
The best for last — his guitar’s
As good as it gets

Six heartstrings, plucked out,
Unrequited, echoing
With what might have been

Walking on a wire?
He’ll show you the way — to fall,
Hit, bounce, and bleed on

Pioneers, in passing

Adrienne Rich, May 16, 1929 – March 27, 2012

Wilderness flashlight
One tiny, brave beam cuts through
Lonely, then leading

Her NY Times obituary is here.

Earl Scruggs, Jan. 6, 1924 – March 28, 2012

Heavenly breakdown
God said, “Earl, I need you to
“Come in on banjo”

Banjo pioneer
And picker extraordinaire
Rest in peace, Earl Scruggs

His NY Times obituary is here.

Gaga haiku

Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, March 28, 1986

It’s Gaga’s birthday
Wonder what’s her idea
Of a “birthday suit”?

A star for this age
Socially aware, using
The ‘Net to connect

A star of outrage
Or at least one who’s able
To create a stir

A dash of Grace Jones
And echoes of Madonna
Still, Gaga’s unique

And beneath the flash
She can really play, write, sing
— And sell to millions

Not just marketing,
I think, when she stands against
AIDS, and bullying

She appreciates
Being different, celebrates
Living on the fringe

We marginalize
Way too many dear people
She welcomes them in

So happy birthday
Stefani Germanotta
Have a Gaga day!

“Finishing the” haiku

Stephen Sondheim born
This date, 1939
Musical master

Stephen wasn’t born
A master, of course, though he
Caught the bug at 9

Passion sustained him
Through divorce of his parents,
Mother’s cruelty

Hammerstein friendship,
Mentorship showed him the ropes
Taught him to compose

Soon he wrote lyrics
“West Side Story” and “Gypsy”
He was on his way

Music, lyrics flowed
And “A Funny Thing” happened
“Company, “Follies”

And “Send in the Clowns”
From “A Little Night Music”
Was Top 40 hit

Impressive awards
For show tunes: Oscar, Tonys
Even Pulitzer

From difficulty,
Math-to-music mind, much toil
He fashioned genius

Clever, biting words
And complex polyphony
Told stories in song

“Sweeney Todd” stripped bare
The mad human appetites
Fed by life’s tortures

“Sunday in the Park”
Extraordinary picture
Vision’s fevered grip

Ambiguity
In all its splendor and pain
Hearts cracked wide open

All so delicious
And so outside-looking-in
Sondheim to the core

Fuse haiku

March 16, 1926

Robert Goddard launched
Liquid-fueled dream, and yes it
WAS rocket science

Shooting for the stars
Some dream, some do it — a blast
From the rocket man

“This Day in History” story is here.

Upper crust haiku

It’s 3 point 1-4
March 14th, known as “pi day”
Around math circles

Area of pie,
Circumference of my waist
Sadly do compute

I see apple fall
Unlike Newton I think “pi”
And not gravity

There I go again
Off on tangents — unlike me
Pi never repeats

Cherry or pecan
I like pie, like pi, to go
On infinitely