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Soundtrack of my life

I went to her first gig at 16
Brixton academy, the new "emo" scene 
I didn't know what to expect 
But everything about the night was perfect 

When she came on stage I was at the front 
The awe I felt has remained untouched 
I sang my heart out, jumped and "moshed"
The memories forever in my head and heart

I was a changed person after that night
I had found my community, being her fan felt right
I became "obsessed" as teenagers do
Vest tops and ties, straight hair and black eyes

I saw her again many times over the years
Met her 3 times, my name she remembered to my surprise!
Her music has been the soundtrack to my life
Everything I went through, her music my guide

I saw her again a few months ago 
For 16 year old me the night was owed
I sang my heart out, but the jumping slowed
When I looked in the crowd I saw we all had got old

But it didn't matter, our lives aren't defined
By the age of our body, it's what in the mind 
Middle age is almost here, she's now old too
But "what the hell" has never been more true

The people I met, the things that I did
All started that night, a life fulfilled 
No matter my age, I'm still a "rock chick" at heart 
Her music made me right from the start

Whenever I feel down or blue 
Her music I play and sing out of tune
Moshing is done, I now need a seat 
But life without passion is incomplete 

When I play her music my mind is at ease
The inner child in me feels free
Life is for living, old age comes to us all
Just don't jump then trip and fall!

The girl in the mosh pit had it right
Laugh and sing as if it's our last night
To 16 year old me I say thank you
You chose the music that got us through 

To the singer I say I would have died 
But the music you made saved my life 
I know it's cliche, but it's true 
Her music is why I made it through 

Things will change, things will slow 
I guess that's part of getting old
Her music makes me feel young, it's part of my story
I'll still be rocking out when I'm 40!!!!!
© Gogster Dw  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member The Ingenious Thinker Walt Disney

Walt Disney was a cartoonist with dreams, visions, ideas.
interested in animation, he started Laugh-o-Gram studios.
he had a pet mouse there, inspiring Mickey Mouse
steamboat willie was the first cartoon ever produced with sound.

walt and his brother roy created a short of the three little pigs.
this short won disney studio an academy award in 1933.
it took them four years to produce snow white and the seven dwarfs.
many people thought the $1.5 million dollar production cost was ridiculous.

snow white and the seven dwarfs was the first animated feature film.
the first animated full length cartoon created in color.
snow white was the most successful movie of 1938.
in a year she had grossed six and a half million dollars, ingenious!
Form: Narrative

Lady Naruto

LADY NARUTO
        by

_shiki fuin_
        19



Of all the guys I know
I love the most is NARUTO,
A ninja in KOnohagakure
Who dreams to be a hokage.


I want to be in Konoha and live in ninja way
I want to learn the jutzus in Ninja Academy,
I want to be a team mate of Sakura and Sasuke
for me to be with NARUTO and a member of team Kakashi.

I Love You NARUTO...
   Can I be your LADY..?
Oh, please- LADY NARUTO I want to be.

I'll master ninjutzus, taijutzus and genjutzus
The techniques made and used by great heroes,
I want to be given with Rank A mission
I want to be assigned with top secret mission.

I will learn the "Sexy No Jutzu"
To disguise as Sakura Haruno,
Oh, how I wish I'm like Sasuke
That turns illusion into reality.

I Love You NARUTO...
   Can I be your LADY..?
Oh, please- LADY NARUTO I want to be.

I am living in the world of reality
And he is in the world of fantasy,
That's why we're not meant to be
Because NARUTO is just an anime.

But,
  I Love You NARUTO...
   Can I be your LADY..?
Oh, please- LADY NARUTO I want to be.

Premium Member The Wordsmith



He welds and melts, pours and molds
In his "Conversations with My Soul"
He smooths the rough steel of syllables
Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words"
Unrolling "Scenes from a Countryside" to "That Starry Night"
Whether "October Skies" or "In November" "Moonlight"
So, "If Ever I Don't Know"
which way my adjectives should go
when wandering "A Starry Galaxy"
I follow the "Sinuous Melody"
To cross the river and climb the boulder
While tapping "Gently on the Shoulder"

He finds summer in "A Piece of Winter"
As a friend, brother and mentor
He is welcoming, and when reading your poem
His comments are "To You Alone"
And if you come to say
"I Needed Wings Today"
He will weave lines in a "Distinct Ballet"
As if "It Came Upon a Prophecy"
And not from some stifled "Academy"

Dear John, please continue to "Compose"
Even when "Getting Old is Getting Old"
Without your gift
We are "Too Soon Bereft"
The "Verbal Miracles" you perform
Show how "All of Life is a Poem"

You have been my friend
my artistry sibling,
"And I Am Grateful".

12/20/23
Form: Rhyme

The Theremin part two

Written By: Fluexia HugBoer'
and Aura Dolce Guruton
------------------
the Theremin
------------------
"La tension exercée par le string est causée par une prise de poids"
she said looking directly in his eyes."Aint nothing diet and exercise 
can't fix Sweetie: you look just fine to me", he told her as he kissed
her. guess we have foraged enough today. We better get ready for
our night out: yeah, our working night out: I'm glad we
got the gig! Me too he said, if we get tired we're getting
a room on the boat!" What you should have said Darling
is that we are more then likely getting a cabin or a stateroom.
Rooms on cruise ships are commonly called cabins or staterooms.
Yeah I hear yah, I like room it sounds a little like
friendly, opposed to stateroom, that sounds like trouble to me.
Image us selling truffles to the wealthy people
I never imaged our business would be so successful. Why was  Professor Hugboor
interested in our truffle oil? I don't know he know a great thing when he
see it! "Yeah" she said nut I heard he was trying to get "ole Mossie" to
grow his hippocampus  we heard rumor it is a key ingredient for his
fear toxin; that only rumor but I believe these folk
know what they are talking about. He gives me the creeps." you need to get your fact
straight honey, hippocampus is developed in the brain of animals. I heard he was trying to use Camels and pumas: they said the breed would mix and the hippocampus extract would
be the most potent mixture on earth. Ah come on pumas and camels can't breed.
For two animals to successfully interbreed, they must be closely related genetically, typically belonging to the same genus (like a lion and a tiger) or at least the same family. Pumas and camels are vastly different and belong to entirely different biological orders  Camels belong to the Cetartiodactyla order and pumas belong  to the order Carnivora or the family Felidae: anyone knows they are capable of breeding. 'The Ames and Gage Academy of Science said that
Professor Hugboor was mad, now I beleive them!"


For your info .......
Professor Hugboor' used crows and ravens to find
Hippocampus, when a raven pecked a crow to exhaustion
He befriended the crow, yet rewarded the raven saying a spirit lossed shall bring meaning to a mean less act, they found he neglected both by not feeding them."

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Form: Ballad


Premium Member Rumor Has It

1.
Rumor has it on heavens above
Among the angels’ divine sphere
That God after very much though  
Decided in man’s life to interfere     

2.
For He has observed Man’s mistakes 
Which lately too many came to be
To endanger the whole of creation 
Act with which God can never agree

3.
So the Lord has most recently chosen  
The book of life before long to reprint 
Revising certain of its very old chapters 
While others out will leave, He has hint  

4.
The concern of humans is now to know      
Which chapters the book will not contain, 
Which are going to be, somehow, revised 
And which intact will forever remain 

5.
What was heard through the vine though,   
It was Man’s huge and unbearable vanity 
That made our almighty Lord and creator 
To finally exclude the chapter of humanity  

6.
The reason our God in His infinitive wisdom
Reached such unexpected for Mankind conclusion 
Is the fact that Man during his reign on earth
Has hurt our planet with his insensitive intrusion

7.
It might still be time for Man overall to be saved    
If he started correcting his many mistakes soon
Beginning by respecting life and the whole planet  
And stop behaving as a dim-witted buffoon.  


© Demetrios Trifiatis
   17 APRIL 2014


* According to UN’s most recent report (March 2014) “We  are in an era where 
climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical,” said Chris Field, one of 
the  two main authors of the report, and Rajendra Pachari chair of the IPCC 
(Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) added: “Nobody on this planet 
is going to be untouched by climate change.” For that UN suggested measures 
to be taken immediately for to save the planet.
 Moreover, the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences ( PNAS), 
announced that  " Researchers have found out that pollutants are strengthening storms ...plus endanger the health of people."
Form: Quatrain

Puppet Associates

Hope was Burrow's substance, where he poured his time, 
Pedalling steadily.
Intended path made smooth for those in legacy line.
Sliced through wiry roots, 
Watchguard Wombat dug safety spaces.

Safety albeit empty, 
claw shortening scooping to prop up progeny.
Plodding stoically.
Muffled praise from mollycoddled recipients who forgot
to congratulate wombat. 


Chirps trill between ear orifices, a cheerful bell, 
twinkling creek,
Thrill of apparently sucidal bird ledge leap, 
harks updraught as capacity for flight. 
Her name is Rainbow, though only he calls her so. 


Optimism is Burrow's skeleton, firm fragile scaffold not broken
Bloodstream good Samaritan convinces him those closest know
that he would give everything
- devoid of return, satisfied in striving. 


Fallen from insipid clouds, risen to a wide arc -
Squadron Observation squawk when the sun reemerges.
Related inseparably, sweet candy stripes are strings,
Harnesses of translucent hues.
Rainbow holds a cauldron in her wings


Shivered salute feather plume pom poms, her support
Altitude albeit not born to
Chimes a celebratory chortle, rain's finishing touch
Firey refraction stacks medallions of precious metal.

Magnetism draws, claws refuse to dig, Burrow closes.
Academy of affluent fly close to burn point, 
- risk being scorched
Hypnotised by the increments his digits indicate. 


Prospective friends and followers fill up his hollow
Lucrative lure curates karma, demanded by lorikeet
Marionettes dance, tuned to bushland command
Pinnochios pulled by Burrow's Rainbow.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Stop the Violent Protests

Stop! The violent protests and leave peaceful protesters out to make a difference strictly along.  Whether you are in law enforcement or the national guard. You need to pray for peaceful solutions!  But if all you want to do is assault police officers. Or if protesters burn down business and destroy personal and real property.  If you want to incite rioting and violence! You need to be apprehended! I am sick and tired of racist police officers using African American males, Hispanic, and Native American males as "target practice" or unlawful harassment! Black Lives Matter! Today the city of Houston is holding memorial ceremonies for George Floyd.  They firmly believe the time has come for closure and for our nation to move forward.

I am sorry about what happened to  George Boyd and other minority groups! But letting your explosive anger erupted like a volcano! That Minnesota police officer committed nineteen years of similar acts of racism and violence.  He just happened to get caught in the act!  He never should have been admitted to the police academy in the first place! The other officers just stood there and watched! It was a national tragedy! In London England, Black Lives Matter are conducting peaceful protests in solidarity with the United States!

Some groups will use any excuse to riot! Some police officers will use any excuse to commit acts of violence! I firmly believe in peaceful protests! Unfortunately, they often end up in tragedy! One bad reaction by one or more groups leads to retaliation by the opposition! Resulting only escalating violence!  The president wants to call out the United States military.  And it will happen unless senseless acts of violence come to an abrupt ending! The Beatles once sang, "come together right now over me." "Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me."
   
Stop! The senseless acts of violence!  Private citizens even in communities such as Snohomish Washington!  Are arming themselves, and standing outside of the business to protect them.  They are citizens vigilantes.  They want to stop looters and vandals in their tracks! In the days of the old west, there used to lynch mobs! We do not want the bad old days back again!

Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02-03,2020
June 09, 2020 edited
Form: Narrative

70 My Life in Dumarao

70.

My Life in Dumarao



Dumarao – teen and adult abode

Where memories are both good and bad



My gratefulness when I received from thee

School honor garnered unexpectedly



But in exchange I got few friends only

Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely



Our improved house resembling a prison

My routine changed, I was in derision



The field not ours was developed further

Without buying it from the landowner



Father's money were quickly exhausted

Everynight's like party – glasses toasted



Foods that we should eat – to animals fed

Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead



So there emerged our sari-sari store

Which I needed also to take care for



Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot

To redeem my lost school honor I plot



Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen

In school competitions where we should win



After all, tragic OLSI memory

Taught me never again to be bossy



And when I was already in UP

My vow in life was full humility



On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao

On weekends, I went back to Dumarao


Where life was still and moving in slow pace

So when I thought I was behind the race



Worked even before I marched from college

On government office even low wage



Not disappointed, but discontented

To Metro Manila I bravely fled



Tutor in Korean Academy

Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly



At those times of blatant stupidity

To home once again with my family



Maybe fate wants me to be here

Dumarao's love for me may be sincere



And I think I'm also loving thee now

If our love fails again, there's broken vow



Now, your weakness I slowly understand

My test of faith I patiently withstand.



-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Shoe Collection

My Shoe Collection


Shoes

Nice if you have them

Shoes

There is love
There is happiness
When the next path of your journey
You take with shoes on your feet


Shoes

I am coming out of the closet
I am not a woman
But I do have too many shoes

Shoes

Love and relationships
Why there are a lot like a pair of shoes
At times, things may stink and smell
Yet still better as a pair

Shoes

If I could walk a mile
In everyman’s shoes
I could walk forever
Never having to buy my own


Red Shoes

The Red Socks
Will never win
Without good running shoes


Blue Shoes

If only I had blue shoes
Of suede
Id be dancing with you
After the autographs

Shoes

Homeless people wish for shoes
Millionaires wish for closets


Big Shoes

My feet are so big
Ladies buy me my shoes


Shoe Sale

The man with one leg
Looks for shoe sales
At half off


The Hookers Shoes

A good hooker
Never has used shoes

Academy a Wards

Winners and losers
All complain about their shoes
Petty and jealous, the famously inane
Their shoes show their vain


Shoe Diversity

They come in many fashions
In shoes there is humanities design
We all walk the path of human strife
All Shoes matter


Celtic Shoes

Irish Shoes
Scottish shoes
Welsh shoes
All meet at the pub
So their feet can have a rest
While the mouths imbibe with chatter
If all goes well
Later on
The shoes fall off in a clatter


Miami Vice

Got the finest shoes from Miami
Found out they were fakes
Tongues were bent and crooked
Must have come from crocodile skinned tears
Mocking the homeless with no shoes over the years


The Great Canadian Shoe Trapper

The trapper goes for beaver pelts
The millionaire goes for shoes of felt
Armani makes it all the way
Only when the consumer comes out to play


The Shoeless Argentine

If you wish to invade the Falkland’s
Remember to bring your shoes
Cause your dictator has all your money
He cares not if you really lose

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