What could they be all about?
I'd tell you: For what we'd scout,
When our passions for them shout.
What groups cannot do without;
Once one neglects each a flout...
Cash crop farms say fertile lands,
The Builder Mason Good Sands,
Marching-to-War Soldiers: bands,
The Ring Fighter: two hands,
All Seasoned Smokers: their brands,
Newspaper Vendors: news-stands.
Book of Records: What is grand,
South Africa, now: The Rand.
They're taking over the music scene
These acapella groups are everywhere
Popular as perhaps
The Beatles or Elvis or Whitney
Are they trying to appeal to girlie crowds
Of course the quartet groups of the fifties
Each era had it's own sensation
Five-man acapella groups
Are now the rage of the two thousands
Long live the pop music scene
A place of sand:-,
some grains of it are,
mutual.
THE SONG
iv. iNTRODUCTIONS ( SUBJECT)
A. MANS SPEAKS
B. wOMAN'S rESPONSE
III. MUSIC iNTRODUCTION (VERSE I BEGINNINGS)
STRANGS
rEEDS
BRASS
PERCUSSION
SMOOTH BASSY CONVERSATION
IV. MIDWAY TO INTRODUCTION TO CHORUS
REFLECTING ON WHAT IS NEEDED TO BE SAID
THE RANGE TO BE SUNG
THE SUBJECT MATTER
V. CHORUS
SING, SING, SING THE LYRICS OF LOVE
VI. RE-INTRODUCTION TO NEW VERSE
a. LETTING YOU KNOW
b. BEING CONSISTENT AND TRUE
VII. DEPTHS OF DEVOTION, (MIDWAY TO THE CHORUS)
SING IT , SING IT, SING-IT
VIII. ( HOLD UP- LET'S GET I RIGHT POINT) THE INTRODUCTION TO THE ONTRODUCE.....
KEEPING THOSE IN POSITION TO BE HEARD, SWEET SOUNDS TO BE RECOGNIZED.
VIIII. GETTING IT RIGHT MAKING IT SOUND GOOD
aint she the one that put-dah camera in yo bade-room: she was watching the nookie freak-show"
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Members of Minority Groups
Discrimination applies to members of minority groups;
Should apply to handicapped and someone who stoops;
Indians here first,
And by us cursed;
Maybe poor postured President with eye lids that droop.
Jim Horn
You can take my place at Whte House any time.
A Murder of Crows
A Shadow of Jaguars
A Flamboyance of Flamingos
A Mess of Iguanas
A Congregation of Alligators
A Crash of Rhinos
A Band of Gorillas
A Thunder of Hippos
A Pot of Water Buffaloes may wallow away,
while A Wisdom of Owls roost for the day.
A Battalion of Falcons would indeed prey,
upon A Horde of Hamsters if that horde came their way.
A Tower of Giraffes galloping by,
while A Caravan of Camels migrate close at their side.
A Conspiracy of Lemurs,
A Court of Kangaroos,
A Harem of Chimpanzees,
A Nursery of Raccoons,
A Shiver of Sharks and A Fever of Stingrays
compete to survive beneath our oceans' waves.
A Pride of Lions,
A Prickle of Porcupines,
and that's today's lesson in animal group classifying.
This is a poem I just wrote for Veterans Day Meeting to be held at
RiverSea Clubhouse in Bolivia, NC on November 8th, 2014 from two
to three-thirty.
Veterans from Groups That Vary
Being a Veteran is what we desired,
From day we entered until retired;
For missions us they did select
From all fear and enemies to protect.
Even if in uniform or civilian clothes
Veterans we are and everyone knows
Perfect posture with shoulders drawn back
To dusk from new dawn's early crack.
Example for others have tried to set
Outside when dry or might be wet
At funeral of friend who was a comrade
Which was attended by mom and dad.
Bugle starts to sound TAPS in the air
For concerned veterans who always do care,
While here today when we all now meet;
America, no one will be able to defeat.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Copyright © 2015 James Horn
Why does Congress still have a Black Caucus?
Do we still need the N.A.A. C. P.?
Congress says we are all equal
The law says that everyone’s free
We would never allow a White Caucus
Although white is a minority
They can’t pursue unequal advancements
Though discrimination there be
So let’s drop these race focused groupings
Let’s put race issues back on the shelf
Let’s act like we really are equals
And let everyone fend for themselves!
Mdailey 8/1/11
My jeans are all piled into three groups
From thin to as wide as hoola-hoops
Diets are such tedium
Finally back at medium
Efforts to get there would shock our troops
With nineteen pounds lost in just six weeks
I’m once again proud of my rear cheeks
I can credit V-8 juice
For help making my jeans loose
Thin jeans require costlier techniques
*Entry for Nette Onclaud’s “It’s in the Jeans” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
June 10, 2011
They flock in groups of three
and feast on shattered molecules.
They nag at your shoestrings,
waiting
for the moment you become vulnerable.
They will gnaw at your pulsating membranes,
leave a mangled carcass,
and consider their next victim.
They thrive between the living and the dead,
unsure of which path to pursue,
and as their claws rot and
their follicles disintegrate,
they will regret every moment
of their cancerous lives.
This leaves us with four groups of people:
the dead and the living, the sane and the insane
but who can match which with which?
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