Whats going on with Russell Brand? Over six million
Followers have penchant, he was once a man i did
Not admire..Yet over two years it has transpired Brand
Has burnt a brand, a searing line through mainstream
Medias fervid minds, though they'll rant and pant and
Roll the dice..Its not about whether Brant is nice.'
We know his past of women and wild, nights and drugs
And other vice.' Yet then no problems all was well, of no
Rape assertions did the media tell, no police statements
No interest true.' So like Julian Asange whats the real
To-do.? There's lots about Letby and some hospital dead?
Babies sadly we've read thats mainstream, covered.' They've
fired
Real heavy lead.'
And yet the number of wounded and dead, from jabbing
With m n r a..? Well they've seldom said.' Its mainly the
Green gods agenda they speil.' They feed out a line to
The people and then they reel' not as in real! You may
Understand, and genocide is just a word.' Do they have
It banned.? Not among the balanced sensible folk but
Among the zany, menageri of the most uncouth woke.'
Birthdate? My family tells me
it was 1900 or so.
I don’t remember being born;
I know when I started to grow.
My first real friend was named Reggie
We first met when I was just six.
It was Christmas Eve, we read from
the Bible and we played music.
I had put on a lot of weight
by the time the war rolled around
World War I that is. Without me
that war wouldn’t have got off the ground.
I won’t brag, cause I’m handicapped.
I’m wired only for sound, not sight.
You’d call me visually impaired
And you know, you’re exactly right.
In my golden years, my pursuits
brought a world of music to you.
I made live drama popular,
did a fair share of preaching too.
Always tried to keep a handle
on current events and the news.
My biggest changes over the years
have been size and battery use.
February 22, 2020
Brian Strand: Strand SELECT Y
On 24 December 1906, the first radio broadcast for entertainment and music was transmitted from Brant Rock, Massachusetts to the general public.
A Dream"
Am always afraid when i get it at night
Sometime i shiver when i'm in it
What a hell doesn't it have thats is so strong like that
But i think it's just a dream an ordinary dream.
It reminds me of many things bad and good
Most are the bad things i have ever done
But most terrible one is the first time i had it
I mean the dream.
My first dream made me scream
A scream that could have woken the dead
I felt like i had been cut with a brant knife
But it was just an ordinary dream.
Most of the dreams are so scarcely
But others are so sweet you don't even forget
Like when you dream kissing your crush
Only in the dreams .
The most annoying thing in life
Is to have sex with the most beautiful woman
Only to wake up and find yourself alone and wet
And when you think about it you find it was just a dream.
A dream is just a dream
( COME BACK )
There's naught in the town and its profitless pleasures,
no comfort in labor, no gladness in play.
The beat of my bosom but wearily measures,
the heavy-winged hours that you are away.
A world that was golden is barren and lonely,
the skies that were azure are leaden and black.
You are Faith, you are Hope, you are Honor; you only,
are Life and its meaning! My dear one, come back.
The strength I rejoiced in is futile and broken,
come back to the mountains and fields that we knew.
Come back! Though the depth of the soul be unspoken,
my earth and my heaven hold nothing but you.
The wind of our wilderness, failing and dying,
the billow that tosses the bubble and wrack.
The brant in their multitude summerward flying,
shall bring you the message, "My dear one, come back.
Come back from the coasts where the dolphin are leaping,
come back through the spray of a jubilant sea.
Come back with a heart that was left in your keeping,
come back, little gipsy, to love and to me.
A playful brant swam on the pollen-dabbed lake.
A dipper perched on a dog-wood tree so dazzling and aromatic,
he neither decided to stay nor go although his companions were gone;
he had a white head and gray wings feeling a bit too romantic...
seeking through green branches a lonely warbler hidden in a cosy place,
and there he hoped to confide his dreams while he turned artistic.
A restless bittens
searched the tall, sun-dried reeds
of a river not so calm...
did she find some food like bluegill,
not to make her stomach growl?
She kept on searching 'till dusk!
A tawhee snoozed on the smallest spruce...
waiting for the evening to fall.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Constance La France's contest,
" For ( Four ) Beautiful Birds "
May 12, 2011
A stroll that revealed an undiscovered spot
A playful brant swam on the pollen-dabbed lake...
oh, she was greeted by a thousands blossoms!
A dipper perched on a dog-wood tree so dazzling and aromatic,
was undecided to stay or fly alone as if all his companions were gone...
he a white head and gray wings feeling a bit too so romantic,
seeking through green branches a lonely warbler hidden in a cool place
to of being in a athmosphere so idylic
My life with you there
As beautiful as a rose
In a meadow’s grass
Rising up and flowing down of ocean
Cold salt wind a whisper in my face
Mind and body going round the motion
Fitting with the rhythm of the pace
Of a sleepy steady rock and rolling ride
It's a leaping silver fish on falling tide
Adrenelin is pounding on to help me
The fish taildancing tries to shake the hook
I hold the rod tip high maintaining pressure
And let the bending rod work any slack
His sounding run begins The drag is spinning
Another leap for air and then he's back
Tighten drag and hold he thinks he's winning
Let him run to tire and then he'll crash
It's a long long way to Brant Rock's cool
From Knotty Ash in Liverpool
But some moments make it worth
The travelled time
To rhyme