Wednesday Winddown
Jazz Concert in Centennial Olympic Park
Forever Atlanta. Forever glanced
Over older girls who forgot their age.
Rich and poor people paid no party wage;
Everyone had a funky good chance.
Variety was the spice of the prance.
Everybody was on the same page.
Rhythm and blues guitar was all the rage,
And alcohol made everyone dance.
Tuxedo wearing pimp danced with girls.
LOLA blessed us with a bit of the blues.
A hundred chocolate people did twirls
Near the stage, where they put on their dance shoes.
There was one woman that made my lip curl,
As a spark from her body lit my fuse.
She was a very beautiful woman, both inside and out.
She was one hell of a lady; that's what I'm talking about.
The world became a better place in 1977 on the day of her birth.
She married in 2007 and her husband was the luckiest man on Earth.
She starred in Drexell's Class, Almost Home, and Sister Sister.
She was a wonderful human being and people will miss her.
She was a talented lady and she was very sweet.
I regret that the two of us didn't get a chance to meet.
It was very sad that the Lord decided that it was time for her to leave.
She was surrounded by loved ones when she was buried on Christmas Eve.
She was unique; there will never be another person like her again.
Millions of people are devastated because her life came to an end.
(DEDICATED TO BRITTANY MURPHY WHO DIED DECEMBER 20, 2009.)
Brittany Murphy was this woman's name.
She had talent, beauty, fortune and fame.
She provided the voice of Luanne Platter on King of the Hill.
When people watched her perform, she gave all of us thrills.
I was shocked when she died on the 20th of December.
She was a great actress who everybody will remember.
She starred in many movies that included Just Married and Freeway.
When she died, millions of people were devastated on that awful day.
In 1991 she starred on an episode of Murphy Brown.
Hollywood won't be as good now that she's no longer around.
She entertained me and she entertained you.
It was a cruel twist of fate to die at thirty-two.
(DEDICATED TO BRITTANY MURPHY WHO DIED DECEMBER 20, 2009.)
On this day millions of people worldwide, will
be sharing in a memorial for Michael Jackson.
They will remember the bright eyed little boy,
who captured the heart of America by storm.
His energy and high child voice were a sensation.
They eventually earned his the name "King of Pop".
I grew up with him along with countless others.
I watched the fire that drove him, year after year.
Somewhere along the way the world consumed him.
The price of fame changed him with it's cruelity.
His need to be different made him a outcast.
How many people who snickered and called him names,
are dusting off that L.P. of "Thriller" they still own.
Why is it that a tragedy had to remind people of
the human kindness and decency that he possessed.
So today as you moonwalk into infinity, Michael,
You are not alone, your music lives on in each of us.
Bombs Explode Everywhere Around
Rapid Gunfire Brings Many People To Die On The Ground
Faces Smeared With Paint And Sweat
Sand Sticking To Everything Yet
Screams Echo Forever In Ears
Sounds That People Will Pray They Never Hear
Pure Chaos Surrounds Each Person There
As A Cell Phone Rings And Blows Up Causing Familys At Home To Fall To Tears
Little Kids Run In The Street
Bombs Strapped To Their Bodies, Falling Over Their Own Feet
Eyes Grow Wide, With Sickening Disgust
Who Could Do This, And Yet They Must
He Looks Away Before The Child Explodes
And Pulls The Trigger To Unload
An Act, A Service, Never Wanted Again
And Yet They All Must, Just To Live
At Night, Maybe After Their First Days
They Cry To Sleep, Not Sure If They Want To Wake
They Pray To God, Sure That They've Commited Sin
And Pray For The Baby They Just Sent To Heaven
A heart and mind are molded,
By what they see and hear,
If you want to raise a child,
Who does not live in fear,
You can not be lukewarm,
There truly is,
Only right and wrong,
Everything in grey,
Is not allowed like people say,
If you want to go to heaven,
You can't do the unforgiven,
It isn't true that God forgives,
All that you do,
That's why there is a hell,
For those unforgiven few,
Few has become greater,
Than most people see,
It's part of the plan,
Of God's mystery,
People geared towards money,
And power and materalisim,
Really can't see,
What the devil is doing,
To steal your name,
From the book of life,
Is his game,
You can loose your soul,
And it's easy to do,
If you don't follow God,
You become one of,
Those few.
It's not easy being 14,
I should know.
And falling in love is harder to believe.
Most people think you're a kid,
even when you don't.
Everything is really not what it seems.
Living this life,
just means following your dreams.
Oh, 14 is the life,
you live will be most memorable.
People will catch you when you fall.
Even if you stumble it's ok,
you're only 14.
Don't worry about it,
it'll come someday.
Being 14,
wow life goes by fast!
Sometimes you get a second chance
to think things over,
remember what's good,
and follow your heart.
Do what you have to do.
Show people the real you.
Yeah,
You'll make mistakes,
but that's what life's all about.
You're only 14.
Don't rush.
Life's gonna come sooner than you think.
At first,
It all might be too much.
But you're a strong girl.
Don't get down over all those little things.
Prepare yourself for your future,
but take life all in.
You can miss it very easily.
Being 14,
well, for now,
that's me!!
This is dedicated to all those 14 year old girls out there that have been through alot..I've
been there and I just wanted to give some advice :)
Never been there before
Never seen what it had in store
After today, never again
Will I give it ten on ten
On the score and sixth day of the eleventh month,
the neighboring country's diabolical terrorists did hunt
Over a hundred people in Mumbai
But thankfully nine out of ten of them did die
A Black Wednesday one could say
But only if it had lasted a day
For 120 hours the police and commandos did fight
In the end, though, they did prevail
Over the ones who assailed
Hats off to those who did die
To keep some others alive
To keep the city safe and secure
To face a terrorist threat no more.
**I'd like to dedicate this poem to those who died fighting to free the The Taj Hotel of
terrorists and to the brave people who alerted everyone of their(the terrorists') presence.
(DEICATED TO BERNIE MAC WHO DIED AUGUST 9, 2008.)
He was a credit to people who are black.
The person who I'm speaking of was Bernie Mac.
He gave a great performance in Bad Santa and in his own show.
People were devastated when he died several weeks ago.
He was a man who loved to entertain.
When he died, his fans truly experienced pain.
August 9, 2008 was a day that many people regret.
He may be dead but he's a man who nobody will forget.
His final performance was in Soul men.
It's sad that he'll never star in anything again.
This talented man had too many qualities for me to list.
He was very special and he will be sorely missed.
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