When a Country singer died, people felt sadness and pity.
He died thirty years ago and his name was Conway Twitty.
Conway sang "Tight Fittin' Jeans" and "I'd Love To Lay You Down".
He died of an abdominal aneurysm and sadly, he's no longer around.
He was a talented singer and his death was a devastating blow.
He was only fifty-nine when he died thirty years ago.
[Dedicated to Conway Twitty (1933-1993) who died on June 5, 1993]
Tim Conway was my favorite funny man
Back on the Carol Burnett Show, a great big fan
Busted me up
Filled my cup
Wet myself more than once sitting on the divan
Tim Conway was my favourite funny man
Back on the Carol Burnett Show, a great big fan
Busted me up
Filled my cup
Wet myself more than once sitting on the divan
kelly anne conway
one might ask why she has not yet gon'way
absurdly, her flowing Wagnerian locks
still titillate the aging yet juvenile jocks.
I roll over exhausted and hit the snooze,
This early morning wake up is giving me the blues;
I crawl out of bed more tired than I got in,
Til my son gives me his good morning grin;
I’m up and at ‘em, showered and clean,
And we walk out the door at 7:15;
Off to work, too bad it’s not play,
That’s how I start off my busy, busy day!
09/15/12 Tirzah Conway
Luminous green lawn
I want to dive right into the
Vibrant Hues
Evergreens like eternity
Light and cool breeze
Answers the need to caress
Untouched regions
Groan for
Hungry hands touch
Lively and gentle
On and on again
Volumptous lips are
Eager for your loving
Tirzah is talented, true and thoughtful
Intelligent, inspiring and insightful
Realistic, respectful and resourceful
Zealous, passionate and purposeful
Alluring, bold, bright and beautiful
Hearty, humble, helpful and hopeful
Creative, cool, cute, calm and colorful
Open-minded, optimistic and cheerful
Noble, nice, meek, mild and mindful
Wise, wholesome and wonderful
Amiable, ambitious and successful
Young, virtuous, vibrant and youthful
Cotton
Swooning acres of it
Cotton
Brown bush withering miles of it
Cotton
Fallen ground level clouds
The white of it
Memory shaking shrouds
The plight of it.
And all this innocence of white
The black earth yields
All this - strands of phony light
In dry fallowing fields
The rigor of it
Clothing a back bending history
The vigor of it
Building from blood a white economy
The stillness of it
The dead silence about it
Memories of the cross
And resurrection
With no stone rolled away.
The cross
Consist of so many varied expectations
The loss
Of something beyond mere integration
Cotton - clothes the mind with meanings
The sheer beauty of it
Sin and sorrow forever the gleanings
The wind sighs
In fearful tumult of the spirit
Some of those boyhood memories,
only so often come around,
so when they do, I set them free,
on paper I write them down,
When I was younger living at Blackiston Mill..
I had a rocking horse,
and I remember the day I took a spill,
as I hit the floor head first,
And I remember my pet squirrel,
and me learning how to roller skate,
the very first time I kissed a girl....
before I was old enough to date,
And I remember when mom and dad,
moved us to the city....
when I was just a lad....
listening to the songs of Conway Twitty,
Yes, he'll forever be missed by me,
and his songs still come to mind...
a great writer and singer of musical history,
One Great Legend of all times!
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