And arose whence Tagoreweb nature 154
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2026
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And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
In the measure of the heavens, my heart turns to you.
Like the barley rising, you are my joy.
Your name is sweetness poured into the reed flute.
I, James McLain, know the fire of devotion—
Yet yours is greater,
A river that does not cease.
James, beloved, your breath is the wind of spring.
Your hands are vessels filled with light.
You walk, and the earth bends in gladness.
The moon hangs jeweled upon your brow.
The stars are your companions,
But none shine with the brightness of your soul.
Love such as yours endures beyond kings and kingdoms.
It binds what was scattered,
It heals what was broken.
Yours is the greatest love of all:
That your heart holds all the world within it.
Your name is Karen Jolene Cook
This is my first time at the Lincoln facility,
And the experience has been wonderful for me.
The staff here has been as nice as any staff could be.
They have been fast, efficient, kind, and super friendly.
Gerardo, our study manager, takes care of us,
And Holly and Amber are as helpful as they come.
There hasn’t been one, single reason to make a fuss.
Everyone here has made us all feel very welcome.
The blood draws by Summer, Jared, and others went well.
With steady hands and soft touch, I didn’t feel a thing.
Aside from an extra chest tab that made me feel special,
The ECG staff always knew what they were doing.
To Stephanie, Rebecca, Kevin, Lauren, and Joon,
Libni, Kylie, Antonio, Abby, and the rest,
Stacy, Jolene and the other nurses’ station, too.
I hope that we have treated you well… you’re all the best!
I am running the Sconset bluff path.
I go past darkened houses,
black out curtains hanging,
past Linda Thomas and Jolene Baer
who are chasing rabbits into the privet hedges.
Their fathers call out to them-
“Careful girls!”-
drinks sloshing, ice tinkling
as I go by invisible,
yet sensed.
A summer later,
I will be gone.
Starched, ironed khakis
in a trunk wait ahead in my room.
The beginning and end
of a life never started.
Vaccine
Jolene do go and get the vaccine
For fear of becoming a has been
It won’t hurt a jot
But reaches the spot
Wear the badge “had my vac” like a Queen.
7th March 2021
Warm winds sing above green trees,
As crickets chirp in evening's breeze.
And you embrace this tranquil scene,
Dancing naked with sweet Jolene.
Playing all day with a crooked broom
whisking troubles from your room.
Leaving just a tranquil space
and a happy smile on your face.
To live again for a cardboard box,
To glide along the equinox,
Beneath the moon, across a sea,
Living only to be free...
To see the world with joyful eyes,
No belly ache or sighing cries.
Now wouldn't life be apple pie
Flying away to the vagrant sky.
written 2020.01.18
Jolene was bored out of her mind.
Would she soon in self-pity drown?
“No more!” she cried. “I’ll head for town
and buy a purple sequined gown,
the most expensive I can find!”
Dads’ money, spent in huge amounts,
buys children many a pricy toy.
For Jolene, husband, girl, and boy
much later brought abiding joy—
for in the end, LOVE is what counts.
The “No more . . . “ line is from “Another Friday Night,” posted August 25, 2016.
September 29, 2019, entered in Richard Lamoureux's Pick a Line, Any Line
Contest
The person that I've grown to be
Has rhythm in her soul.
Music shaped my life, you see
It played a central role.
The sixties made us “Twist and shout”
The Beatles held our hand.
I liked the things they sang about
They're still my favorite band.
The seventies brought us “Dancing Queen”
Led Zeppelin brought some others.
Dolly sang about “Jolene”
Michael left his brothers.
The eighties put us “Back in black"
“Purple Rain” was killer.
Michael Jackson led the pack
With record breaking “Thriller"
The nineties introduced a sound
It changed the way we sing.
Who knew Rap would stick around
What did 2000 bring?
Nickleback, Alicia Keys
Beyonce and Adele
What music will the future bring
Only time will tell.
The old beaten dashboard in my old beaten car,
Is my old beaten down drumming kit,
And whenever I sit at a set of red lights,
Each hand is a magic drum stick,
Recreating the moment Phil Collins kicks on,
Into the air tonight,
Onto My doorbell, Blue orchid, Jolene,
White Stripes’ hypnotic Meg White,
Then through the speakers the music takes hold,
My eyes close, I sit up on stage,
And Back in Black takes flight into the world,
And my drumming flies off in a rage,
I love air drumming in my old beaten car,
When I’m stopped at red lights on the street,
Drumming along to each song that comes on,
In a seductive spontaneous beat.
Summers wheat
Do come and climb upon my tractor seat
And I will tell of skies that weep
Weeping so, across the brows of summer heat
Do come and climb upon my tractor seat
And I will tell of darkened forms
Forms that quickly bring and take almighty storms
Do come and climb upon my tractor seat
And I will tell of summer seed
Seed’s planted deep in likened rows
Rows that one day will give to gentle sweep
Do come and climb upon my tractor seat
And may your vision in memories seen,
The lives of men,
Who once did grow the summer’s wheat
Jolene
Give it back.
You stole it from me.
Did you just put it in your sack,
Or bury it under our tree?
Give it back.
My day is silent, is still.
When I find it, shall I use sticky-tac
So it can't disappear at will?
Give it here.
I know you must have it.
Get away free and clear?
No way! I'll throw a fit. (You know I will.)
Give it to me. Give back my song.
It's been my source of strength all along.
Listen to Give it back.m4a by Jolene Cheyney #np on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/jolene-cheyney/give-it-back-m4a
Old McDonald's had a barn
Dutta, Dutta,
In this barn he has a charm
Dutta, Dutta,
Why, look to the left, i see a waterfall
I'm going to write about a waterfall
It's pretty.
Old McDonald's had a barn
Dutta, Dutta
In the barn, he had a list
Dutta, dutta
Everyone on the list had a chore
Dutta, dutta.
Old McDonald's became famous
The End
(SPECIAL NOTE)
I did a play on my last name
Dutta, dutta.
I hope you think I'm clever.
Dutta, dutta,
BY: Jolene Dutta Almanac
PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE
In a world that devalues art in favor of sports and academia I think I need this reminder once in awhile, so I am posting this on my office / crafting room door.
Remember:
God gave you a
Creative spirit.
This was a gift,
Not a mistake.
It really bothers me when music and art are removed from the school systems and the sports are given extra money. There's nothing wrong with sports in themselves, I just think that schools should put a higher priority on the Arts as well. © an hour ago, Jolene Cheyney
The tabletop reverberated by your powerful fists
My nail polish on the other edge,
If it jumped an inch, It jumped five
I caught it.
Arm raised up over me, poised for the strike
I believe you
Scissors wielded like a dagger
I believe you
Bloodshot eyes consumed by rage
I believe you
"You don't know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now."
I believe you still. . .
Frozen,
Paralyzed really,
In time I would grieve
The loss of
Trust
Heart racing now
Don't
Don't relive it Jolene
Needed to hear
It's not your fault
You didn't deserve
God give you Peace
Cuz words like
Others have it worse than you
Others have lost their lives
May be strictly true,
Hollow
Anger,
But not necessarily at you
I know you're broken
Anger
That nobody could see what I needed
Anger
I was supposed to treat it
Like just another day
Anger
Don't know that I will ever trust you again
Don't think I should
But still I must end with
Faith hope and love
And the greatest is love
As long as I can love
I believe
God will give me Peace.
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