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E Pluribus Unum ~  Out Of Many, One

[Author's note: E Pluribus Unum is a traditional motto of the United 
States, but the scope of this poem is intended to be of a more global scale.]


We are farmhands, postal workers, we are rich industrialists
We are pilots, sailors, warriors, mathematicians, scientists
We are doctors, nurses, dentists; taking care of those in need
We are teachers, flight attendants, moms and dads with mouths to feed

We post blogs, develop websites, we are software engineers
We are athletes, video gamers, we're retired volunteers
We are dancers, painters, sculptors, we are actors on the stage
We are clerks, construction workers, pay for night school with our wage

We are high school educated, college maybe, or hard knocks
We are barbers and beauticians, drive a truck or work on docks
We are clergy, civic leaders, wardens at the county jail
Roll in wheelchairs, use sign language, wear prosthetics, read by Braille

We are bankers, tax accountants, proud grandparents, husbands, wives,
We are activists who strive to give our children better lives
We are widows, orphans, childless; we feel sorrow to the core
We are social workers, advocates of justice for the poor

We make music or just listen, sing out loud or softly hum
We are common, we are special, we are those who overcome
We are poets and songwriters, we write letters to our kin
Sharing stories of our life, of where we're going, where we've been

We are those with beating hearts, with flexing muscles, red blood cells
Kidney donors, missionaries, we help dig fresh water wells
We praise God in mosque or church, in synagogue or kingdom hall,
In a temple, or in nature, maybe have no God at all

We are from around the planet, we have skin of every tone
We have short hair, long hair, no hair, kinky hair; we're not alone
We esteem diversity; you value me, I value you
Always with respect for those who hold a different point of view

   This, my dream: to be united when it all is said and done
   Though we may not be there yet, we share this journey -
   We are one.


Written 1 Feb 2022
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Maria Down Under

There’s endless miles of golden sandy beaches
Sparkling aqua waters as far as the eye can see
Gods and Goddesses frolic au naturel down under
Here’s where Heaven shines her light down on me

If you foolishly swim between the danger red line zones
See a shark coming ‘HELP ME’! - You wildly scream
Well worth the SAVE in those bronzed muscly arms
Spunky Aussie life guards straight out of your dream

Women glow and men become fit- lean and taut
Any wonder that all thoughts get thrown asunder
Rippling muscles flex- bronzed bodies like gods
I come from the ‘green and gold land down under’

Spoiled for choice - Raw possibilities endless
No need to lust silently pining after one
Pick yourself up look around broken sparrow
This must surely be Gods place in the sun

Nothing comes close to the beer down under
Accompanied by a vegemite sandwich or two
Looking for something more gourmet and exotic?
There’s crocodile and kangaroo to name but a few

A land where every man resides like a King
And women are fawned over - treated like Queens
We don’t let sneezes and hay fever spoil things
If you have the sniffles - Hey! there’s Claratyne

This land where millionaires are made in a day
If you push the limits to achieve lofty goals
So don’t keep waiting to come on down under
Where our worth is what defines our roles

* ‘Living in a land Down Under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder,
You better run you better take cover’

Oops!! that verse sounds like it may be lines from the song 'Land Down Under' by 'Men at Work'. Might be seen as plagiarism. Sorry!! Couldn’t help myself!!

Instrumental of ‘Men at Work’ - by Joh Ph
Published on Jul 31, 2016 You Tube

* Quoted reference and citation of original lyrics of above verse from 'Land Down Under' belongs to 'Men At Work' first released October 1981 -
 Songwriters: Colin James Hay / Ronald Graham Strykert.

Premium Member Death of Marie Antoinette

THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
 (MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE)
Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.

But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.

I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?

These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?

I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.

O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.

And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Rhyme and Pun Ishment

i would love to have the chance to ask the dog star      are you Sirius?

John Tirious won't tell people his daughter's name      it's Miss Tirious

if i were fuzzy wuzzy and lost all my hair     i'd be furrious

when songwriters erase      are they "decomposing" or "delyrious"?


[i should know better than to dabble in such puns, after all i am a groan man]
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member How Far

Parody of the 
Otherside 
by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers 
Songwriters: Anthony Kiedis / Chad Smith / Michael Balzary / John Frusciante

How far, how far must I go?
to find a love thats real, I'll go.
I know you don't believe in me.
I'll sell my soul it's all I have now.

I beg for love, but you only laugh.
my life is shattered like worthless glass.
a heart and soul that can never be free.
It was thrown away so easily.

Memories are all thats left to me.
decaying garden by a dying stream
where love was born but never meant to last
it was thrown away so easily. 
thrown away so easily 
thrown away, thrown away.

How far, how far must I go?
to find a love thats real, I'll go.
I know you don't believe in me.
I'll sell my soul it's all I have now.

Take a drink to drown the words she said.
loves voice of pain rumbles through my head. 
she said you never meant a thing to me
I can throw you out so easily. 

Don't want no stranger sleeping in my bed.
an empty lover, whos soul has fled.
the morning after is a thing of dread.
she can throw it out so easily 
she can throw me out so easily 
throw it out, throw me out.

How far, how far must I go?
to find a love thats real, I'll go.
I know you don't believe in me.
I'll sell my soul it's all I have now.

Push me out, hurt me try to make me cry.
all alone you, thought that I was gonna die. 
you point your finger as you make a scene
you beat me down, upon the ground
but I get up again.

How far, how far must I go?
to find a love thats real, I'll go.
I know you don't believe in me.
I'll sell my soul it's all I have now.
how far, I'll go.
I know you don't believe in me. 
I sold my soul but thats all over now.

Velvet Caress - Lyric

   Sing to me with your light
      my parched soul loves you
     I'll uncurl my silky tresses
       to let your fragrance brew

   Let me weave from dreamy raindrops
       a blanket that wraps stars
    I'll take you behind cotton clouds
        to a world that will be ours


   Chorus:

   I carved your name from the golden sky
      and lit it on warm sand dunes
   I've waited so long to drench my soul 
      in velvet caress of your tunes

   Your trembling lips melt frozen breath
      I am no longer inside me
   You drip through my crevices in snow
      I fuse in you, let me be


    Two parallel waves tied by pearls dance
        we kiss in tales of love
     frivolous moments fuse to touch desires
         pouring stardust from above

    Let the moon get drunk with our melodies
        musical sandcastles afloat
      Embrace me as seashells spill chiming breeze
        Let me blush, on me you dote


   Chorus:

   I carved your name from the golden sky
      and lit it on warm sand dunes
   I've waited so long to drench my soul 
       in velvet caress of your tunes

   Your trembling lips melt frozen breath
      I am no longer inside me
    You drip through my crevices in snow
       I fuse in you, let me be

       I am no longer inside me
           I fuse in you, let me be

        We fuse and sail, let us be..



June 22, 2020

SONGWRITERS CHALLENGE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~Winner: 1st Place


Premium Member Night of Glorious Moonlight

Night, this night of glorious moonlight,
it’s silvery rays fingering down to Gaia’s breast  
are euphoria to the soul.
Mother Moon sings her songs of loving
gentility, filling my spirit.
A porcelain globule
amid Heaven’s eyes.
A white china platter
on a black velvet wall.
She lulls me to sleep at night,
inspires me with her visage,
a gentle spirit among spirits.
Queen of femininity,
queen of beauty,
inspiring artists, poets,
songwriters and more;
she pours out her magic and
 all of nature, sings of her beauty.

Premium Member The Death of Marie Antoinette

THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
 (MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE)
Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.

But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.

I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?

These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?

I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.

O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.

And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member This Weekend I Accomplished

Made a batch of cornbread Saturday morning.

Mixed the cornbread with clams and nuts to make stuffing.

Surrounded and filled the turkey with onions and stuffing;

Having done my part there, my wife did the cooking.

I chopped up the turkey gizzard and liver,

And fried them with chopped onions in oil and butter.

I added flour and chicken broth to make some gravy,

And put in some buttermilk to make it thick and savory.

Sunday morning I learned four hymns on keyboards for the church service.

Later played those hymns on the organ for the Sunday service.

After church, retreated to my quiet music space,

Fired up my laptop and plugged in my two-input interface.

I re-recorded my rhythm guitar track once again,

And sang "Lady Luck Stomped Out (When True Love Walked In)".

I must have sung it a dozen times to get the best rendition,

Because I've got only a few days left to enter a songwriters' competition.

Elvis Presley, Graceland

Hair black as snow's
An awkward crooked.                            
Smile, to boot his stiffer
Upper lips of red wine.

His gorgeous swagger,
Lingered all the young
Girls battle to snuff
About.                                                         Songs of the KING of rock n' roll
                                                                      Love me tender, jailhouse rock,
                                                                       Girl happy, Frankfort special,
                                                                          Blue Hawaii, g.i. Blues. Ect.

His voice left you wanting
More ELVIS PRESLEY,
GRACELAND is the true,
KING of ROCK N' ROLL.

His music will NEVER DIE:
It's an inspiration that will,
And has lasted a decade entirely
Forever.

Entered in contest what songwriters inspire; or writers inspire you????
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico

Premium Member Secret Love Pantoum - Emotive Write

I always think of you on the first of May
Recalling the New York Mining Disaster
What a tragedy it ruined my holiday
For whom the bell tolls expressed the broadcaster

Recalling the New York Mining Disaster
Stayin Alive would have been a miracle
For whom the bell tolls expressed the broadcaster
Immortality?  Guess I am cynical

Stayin Alive would have been a miracle
My secret love died that day; now I’m alone
Immortality?  Guess I am cynical
If I can’t have you I don’t want to go home

My secret love died that day; now I’m alone
Such a heartbreaker!  Forbidden love so right
If I can’t have you I don’t want to go home
You should be dancin’ right here with me tonight

Such a heartbreaker! Forbidden love so right
What a tragedy it ruined my holiday
You should be dancin’ right here with me tonight
I always think of you on the first of May

Beegees Titles used -  the Beegees  were prolific songwriters writing well over 900 songs for themselves and other artists

The first of May
New York Mining Disaster
Tragedy
Holiday
For whom the bell tolls
Stayin’ alive
Immortality
If I can’t have you
Secret love
Alone
Heartbreaker
Love so right
You should be dancin’

Musical Pantoum Contest Sponsored by Silent One
05~30~16

Premium Member The King Is Coming

The Market place is empty
No more traffic in the streets
All the builders tools are silent
No more time to harvest wheat
Busy housewives cease their labors
In the courtroom no debate
Work on earth has been suspended
As the King comes thro' the gate
The King is coming
The King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding
And now his face i see
The King is coming
The King is coming
Praise God He's coming for me
Happy face line the hallway
Those whose lives have been redeemed
Broken homes that He has mended
Those from prison He's set free
Little children and the aged
Hand in hand aglow
Those who were crippled broken ruined
Clad in garments white as snow
I can hear the chariots rumble
I can see the marching throng
And the flurry of God's trumpets
Spell the end of sin and wrong
Regal robes are now unfolding
Heaven's grandstands all in place
Heaven's choir is now assembled
Start to sing Amazing Grace..Copied from the internet

Songwriters: Gloria Gaither, William J. Gaither.

Premium Member For Love of Marie Antoinette Mssr L'Vampyre

MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE for love of Marie Antoinette
Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.

But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.

I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?

These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?

I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.

O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.

And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© Ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

My Song If You Can Hear the Voices of Stars

NOTE: I had submitted the text of this song If you can hear  
in the Song of the Year contest in June 2011. 
It has been given a special honorable mention as per the 
webpage Awarded to me

FOR MORE INFORMATION PLEASE SEE MY BLOG OF 29th JULY 11.
http://www.songoftheyear.com/2011results/ravindrakapoor.html

"The Song of the Year songwriting contest has awarded 
Ravindra K. Kapoor the Honorable Mention placement in 
the song contest. Song of the Year receives entries from 
all over the world and only the top songwriters receive 
a Honorable Mention placement in the songwriting 
competition". 

IF YOU CAN HEAR 

If you can hear,                             the Voices of Stars,
You can know,                       the longings of my heart,

If you can know,                       why they blink and call,
You can know,                         the feelings of my heart,

If you can hear,	                       the singing of Stars,
You can feel,                                 the love of my heart,

If you can see,	                          their tears and smiles,
You can hear,	                           the cries of my heart,

If you can feel,		                 the love of their songs,
You can hear 		                 the voices of my heart,

If you can feel, 	                            their joys and pains,
You can surely, 		                              win my heart,

If you can feel,	                         the joys of their songs,
Just come My Love and              take me    in your arms.  

Lyrical notes by 
Ravindra K  Kapoor
Kanpur India June 2011
 
NOTE:
DUE TO SOME ON GOING EYE PROBLEM I AM NOT READING 
AND WRITING MUCH. SORRY IF YOU DO NOT FIND ME READING 
MORE OF YOUR WONDERFUL POEMS FOR SOME MORE TIME.
Ravindra

Premium Member Still a Brownie

STILL A BROWNIE

I have always been, since childhood, a brownie
in a girl scout uniform, on my honor. With Kumbaya
and closing Taps, friendships with my sisterhood,
earning pins and badges with integrity. Instructed
by the handbook and stories of the worker brownies,
who toil by night and are never seen by day,
thus answers the why and when -
never let your left hand see your right hand sweat.

adult-size brownie —
don’t let them see what you do
goodness in each right

4/22/2018



But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know
what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret

Matthew 6:3-4a (NIV Version)

Two songs we would sing:

Kumbaya by Songwriters: John Phillips / Richard Weissman / Scott Mckenzie
Day Is Done (Taps) by: Horace Lorenzo Trim (according to Wikipedia)

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