Ira Scott Levin
author/ lyricist/ musician
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!
Sidney Herbert Levin, A Man for All Reasons
April 1, 2019
License to Engage in Wonder
(The Whirling Worlds of Gregangelo Herrera and Velocity Arts and Entertainment)
February 18, 2019
My Friend Hafiz
(How a Gift Turned My Life Into A Circus)
Global Ethic- Grassroots Hope
(A Star Trek Reality at Interfaith Convention)
Renewal & The Martial Art of Forgiveness (How Our Interconnectivity Brings Our Vulnerability into Love.)
Amazing Things Are Happening Today!
(Using Intention to Prosper Yourself and Everything Around.)
Connect to the Chuckle- Beyond the Easy Thought
September 22, 2017
Every Age is the Best Age to Be
Empathy Closes the Gap
September 5, 2017
Time, Space and Turntables
September 1, 2017
Cereal box 45
Dick Van Dyke
I Am Not Your Negro
If you're not in the obit eat breakfast
Mutant Message Down Under
The Levins Music
To Kill a Mockingbird
W.E. Du Bois
close and play
the Golden Rule
May 29, 2017
published at: http://humorwriters.org/2017/05/28/dorothys-next-round-table/
left the Algonquin
after a 10-year lunchWent on a bender,
came back for dinner,determined to find a new bunch.
“Strong women writers
when you are ableCome meet me under
or around this new table!Let’s go on a timeless binge.Living well’s the best revenge.”
Agatha Christie said,“Yes, let’s make history.I’ll be your partner in crime.
You know that I’m libel
to outsell the Bible;I’m the best selling author
of all time.”
Mary Shelley waltzed in
saying, “Let’s not fit in!
We’ve all stood the test of time.The beginning, I say,
is always today.Let’s make a monster,
a real Frankenstein!”
“Strong women writers
or round this new table!Let’s go on a timeless binge.Living well’s the best revenge.”
“Quite right Dorothy,”
said Gertrude Stein,“One must dare to be happy,
with or without the wine!
Just like the pseudonym sisters
pawned off as misters:George’s Elliot and Sand,
who took off their disguises and
said, “here’s to surprises!”Let’s give those girls a big hand!”
“What’s the soup of the day?”
cried ol’ dame Christie,“Wait, don’t tell me.
I love a good mystery.”
A river of writers poured from the Algonquin;
voice starts to glow:
“Just like moons and like sunsWith the certainty of tidesJust like hopes springing high Still I rise.”Still, we rise.