There are many good people from Hollywood. Hollywood is a working class district of L.A. (1 of 42 districts). Celebs don't live there which includes the Epstein ilk. Bad people are all over the place, especially the Red States and their people who voted for the bad leaders. There are bad dictators all over the world, repressing the women, not just in America. I've never heard of KKK members in Hollywood, I have in the Maga States. Let's not bundle all people in Hollywood, that is ignorance!
A good Ambassador Hollywood, to the world along with Jazz music, Hollywood movies, with their dazzling musicals, bright comedies, and intense dramas, and Si Fi, has been the dream maker for the world! Even those working in the movie industry were by and large hard working Americans. Glamorous actors just a tip of the ice berg. For those conservatives, they should remember Regan was a product of Hollywood. Thank you very much.
Sometimes, we need, Mozart, some violin
Of a sonata, of a joyful concerto,
Sometimes, we need Bach, his genius
A cello concerto, a cantata,
Music, it is known, softens morals,
Sometimes, we need, Wagner, Berg,
A ride, a charge of the Walkyries,
We need Brahms and his symphonies,
Sometimes, we need, Sibelius, his genius
His symphonies are treasures under the snow,
Sometimes, one needs, Mozart, Debussy,
We need a clarinet concerto, or a sonata,
Music, it is known, softens morals,
Like the sea, and distant voyages,
Sometimes, we need, Bach or Schumann,
To find peace, to distance one’s sorrows.
The winter blues has a grip on me all so tight
Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight
it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases
The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight
these grey days cloud over the sun, the bright
as the icy chill roam wherever it does pleases
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
my blood flows like a frozen berg of ice
and into my bones the air seeps, then freezes
the winter blues has a grip on me all so tight
frozen raindrops form like dripping stalagmite
and the wind blows hard, never once does it eases
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
thunder roars. then the dark sky ignites
distant are the summer days of warm breezes
The winter blues has a grip on me all so tight
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight
Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight
it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases
The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight
these grey days cloud over the sun, having no light
as the icy chill roam wherever it does pleases
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
my blood flows like a frozen berg of ice
and into my bones the air seeps, then freezes
the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight
frozen raindrops form like dripping stalagmite
and the wind blows hard, never letting up or eases
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
thunder roars. then the dark sky ignites
distant are the summer days of warm breezes
The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight
freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite
Life has many ups and downs
Personally more ups than downs
A happy life with many more years
A bunch more smiles than frowns
Surely one of the fortunate ones
The genes were a very huge factor
Nine girls and me at a baseball team
Each game we had our own sector
Yup nine girls and then li'l ole me
The talk of our little old berg
The Ellison's have finally had a boy
Biggest news our town had heard
Dancing in the streets all night long
A celebrity at a tender young age
So spoiled with all those girls around
To fawn over this sweet wee babe
Turned out to be a stunning specimen
Can still bring it at eighty-nine!
It's getting to be a lot tougher though
But that's it I'm feeling just fine!
Before time was invented
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see his walking cane but he wasn’t there, he looked up and said, I wish there were a set time for everything
The World paused, then shook violently and when the dust cleared there was a mountain in front of the man from Glendale he had to walk around the berg and that took time Dogger Bank was a sea full of cod, the Portuguese caught and made into bacalao they traded in time for the cold winter season and America was a continent
an Iceberg and a reporter
Near a village in Alaska, an enormous iceberg drifted filling the bay with fear and wonder
A journalist in the local paper saw something moving on the top of the berg, intrigued he wanted to see what it was he had seen
A Sunday morning when the people sat in church, he alone, not telling his mum climbed the berg
we saw the photos of him climbing steep walls
of ice, walking on the latter part, and a photo of him looking down at the village
he saw many footprints and concluded that someone lived on the berg, but a storm broke out, he sought shelter in a crack of the ice
we saw the photo of him sleeping in his bag
and when awake eat a frozen pie
When the storm had abated, he found more footprints, but there are no photos to prove this
when he came back to the village and published
an article on his findings
Until a witty soul asked him if the cameraman was still on the iceberg
Vale Paradiso
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that far
Finally, she makes, any place will do, but
what waits are bars and whores, not
the peace longed for
VESSEL SANK
Sea wasn't turbulent.
Wonderful largest liner
floated just safely.
Luxurious cruise started.
Tension-free vessel
took affluent passengers
in joyful voyage.
Suddenly it was hit by
a hidden ice berg.
Rush of water flow flooded
deck causing ship wreck.
To accommodate each one,
not enough life boats.
Signal claiming help didn't work.
Captain Smith only
prayed in vain till his last breathe.
Titanic just sank .
Helpless souls in mass to face
tragic destined death.
Ship Carpathia sent to
rescue, reached too late.
Weeping women and children.
to be carried by
few life boats that still floating.
Carpathia sighed.
No trace of Titanic seen.
Heidi comes to mind the instant I hear the word Switzerland.
I see snow-capped mountains, sparkling waters, vast meadows
Bern tour will include medieval clock tower and Muenster Cathedral
I will include Lucerne’s chapel bridge and Montreaux, on Lake Geneva
Dare I visit the berg of Zermatt, named for Alpine’s meadows?
Do you realize this is a car-free resort town?
I may have to peek at Geneva, home to peacekeeping organizations
Peacekeeping and neutrality the mainstay of Swiss politics.
plain jane bird from the northern territories
lands on reflective ice, possibly a berg
attracted to gorgeous polar bear like parakeet
no idea how she will ever be able to leave
even though her new sweetheart is cold and flat
she is so totally in love
Confused mind
He walked into a kaleidoscope, stunned
around and threw up colourful vomit.
Carrousels, blinking light, not his scene.
He intended to climb mountains.
For a berg goat, our world looks pathetic
yellow eyes of tipsy cherubs.
Celebration of something in his village
singing drunkenly, rockets kiss the air.
When the cacophony ends with jubilant
voices, this is not Idlib.
Shawna was a girl of the earth, she loved animals too.
She was a lover of forests, lakes, oceans, and trees.
An angel on this plane, she shown with delight.
Enjoying the mountains for her was a breeze.
Shawna was a well-known environmentalist in our little berg.
She was an enthusiastic child of nature for sure.
We thought she could tame a tornado if she had a mind.
I think healing nature appealed to her, for she was so pure.
We all followed her progress in a fawning, endearing way.
She exuded a light that most people never see.
She made the environment happier almost every day.
I figured she was as wholesome as a girl could ever be.
Dear my enemies
I was young and foolish,
I made mistakes,
I fought and fell,
But still I never gave up the fight,
I’m here where I am on my own
I’m laughing out every day,
With smiles colliding,
But oh! My pains are Berg mountains.
I’ve seen all your actions,
Yet I’m cool with them.
You don’t want me happy,
You don’t want me to live,
You are scavengers and night
Fighting souls with nothing
I have no hate for you
If that’s what keeps your souls at peace
So be it
I will be and I will remain the faceless one
My craziest hat must have a parrot of red
And a parakeet which I plan to name Fred
They must be immobile, maybe even dead.
And it must have a monarch on back of my head.
There must be orchids, roses, dragon lilies too.
Constructed of pinks, purples, greens and blue.
It must be something fun I can match with my shoe.
The one on my right foot that is jazzy; I call her Sue.
As mayor of this little berg I will have an official hat day.
Everyone will wear a competing hat, and the children will all play.
The men make themselves scarce, for the women will all want a say.
I will make myself the guest judge, on every single Crazy Hat Day.
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