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Premium Member My Darling I Love You So Don'T Go Away-

Oh! Sweet darling don't look
Don't look away, don't look away
So my, my darling don't, don't look away
If I stand here hurt before you 
In front of your face so tenderly your lips
Blump and is red  as a juicy apple
Come here unto the here and after
And I know in your mind  your hurting
By now your love I am not deserving

My darling I love you so please don't go away

Oh! Oh! Darling turn around here don't go away
What's this attraction that we have 
What is the action that we delay
 I love you so, so oh sweet darling don't go away

Oh sweetheart don't look away 
I'm sorry for those negative things I did say
Don't walk anymore, my honey baby I love you so 
And Oh, Please come back to me
I'm down on my knees
I so, so sorry dear,  don't go away 
And this is our differences that we saw we sought survival
Yet all now is left is revival 
I  was not only broken hearted
I am crushed girl I'm so, so sorry I love you much
 so darling  please, please, please don't go don't  

My darling I love you so please don't go away.

9/24/74
Written words by Alton Adkins & James Edward Lee
Arranged music by Alton Adkins 1974, 2021©
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Things Ain'T That Good-

Things ain't that good
 mankind tells me just 
where is the Brotherhood
 I know that your policies your politics are not anything like the Republic 
It's all about understood not bet your ways 
are not to be subjected not caught running away 
ain't going to help me no 
Things ain't that good 
keeping it to yourself just won't work out yo 
we all know that shoveling once a day won't get rid of the snow oh no 
things ain't that good 
what we need brother is National Brotherhood I know
 that things ain't that good
 it's not quite what it should 
and seems to be in the ghetto 
things ain't that good 
and they're not going to get any better 
I know that things ain't that good for you or me brother 
tell me people why all the wars
 pimps out on the corners of the streets at night
 why all the whores 
I know at your policies are not and that you rather not be subjected or caught running away ain't going to help none of us
 know keeping it to yourself just won't work out no
 we all know that somebody wants to hate
 you won't get rid of the snow oh
 things ain't that good brother what do we need is National Brotherhood Universal love I know 
that things ain't that good 
Deep depression
  detention 
Things ain't that good
 hatred
  not to mention  poverty 
Things ain't that good
Dispension
 contention
Things ain't that good  
unemployment
War deployment
Things ain't that good
 it's not quite what it seems to be 
in the ghetto
 things ain't that good
 I know that for you and 
for me brother 
things ain't that good



3/27/74
Written words by James Edward Lee 
Arranged music by  Alton Adkins

Premium Member Streakin

Swoosh !!
Hey Bruce ;
What's that ray of light ;
Yo, man out of sight;
Come here baby let me hold you tight;
I don't know what it is;
But I'm Sho Nuff scared;
 and them kids on Campus College the new fad 
The kids call it getting down rad;
I don't know what's happeniN
But I think it's spreadin 
There in the park 
Looming in the dark 
making dogs bark
 it's a nightmare
 I 'm in shock streakin
 baby baby 
Maybe
streakin
 runnin
in these sneakers
 look over there look over there  in the bleachers 
streaking
 everyone's freakin
 over streakin look over there
 you boys and girls naked running Under the Sun 
U Cee 
faculty 
teachers 
And policemen tryin 
To catch him them 
Bunch of lepers 
streaking baby baby look over there look over here
 I got to keep my eye on them 
They're streakin
 a flashlight 
I can't believe my eyes
Them their guys
It's such a shocking sight 
as they just streak on just wear socks;
streak gone streaking home by streakiN

WoW!!!
Swoosh...


8/21/74
Written by James Edward Lee and Alton Adkins

Premium Member Love At First Sight--

When I awaken, when I’m awakening;
I get ready for school
And in the hallway at my arrival;
There you are girl, you…
You’re so beautiful
You’re so marvelous
You’re so cute and kind
Girl want ya ta be mine
Its love
Love
Was love at first sight, this is love at first sight
You’re such a pretty, pretty girl;
And I just wanna be in your world;
Oh! I find you lovely, won’t you please
Come and walk
Come on and talk
To me, to me
Girl cause I love you 
It’s true, I believe I love you
Just because I’ve seen you with my eyes;
And I must realize its love, love
Love at first sight, love its love
Love at first sight
Seeing you in this morning was... For me
Love at first sight



8/1/71
Written words by James Edward Lee
Arranged music by The Corinthian™©  & Alton Adkins ©1971, 2019
Form: Lyric

Premium Member It'Ll Never Happen To Me--

IT’LL NEVER HAPPEN TO ME

What a disgusting development;
All my days are lonely;
I am a street passerby;
All my days are lonely;

Eating wet rainbows;
Uncooked promises;
Devouring sweet alluring mud pies;
While the sun yet blinds my eyes;
Stuck up high up in the trees;
“this it’ll never happen to me”

I’m a displaced child;
In a misplaced guild;
Won’t you give me a ride?

I’m an unused clone;
Strip of my shoes;
No place to walk to;
On your hopeless horse;
Don’t let me die in inquest;
Dreams are far to worst;
Riding right on course;

It won’t be my turn to cry;
Won’t be my turn to lie;
Won’t be hard to try;
It won’t be my turn to die;

What a disgusting development;
All my days are lonely;
I am a street passerby;
All my days are lonely;

Eating wet rainbows;
Uncooked promises;
Devouring sweet alluring mud pies;
While the sun yet blinds my eyes;
Stuck up high up in the trees;
“this it’ll never happen to me”

Where can I direct the truth?
Inside my mind is bruised;
Can I peer through brick covered windowed walls?
Eating rainbows devouring sweet adoring mud pies;
Blinded by the light of the sun’s rays;

I’m a displaced child;
In a misplaced guild;
Won’t you com b my hair;
Come taste the poison leaf;
Dying filled with grief;

It won’t be my turn to cry;
Won’t be my turn to lie;
Won’t be hard to try;
It won’t be my turn to die;
It’ll never happen to me…





7/09/70
Written words by James Edward Lee & arranged music by Alton Adkins ©1970, 2019
FROM THE SHORT STORY PLAY
“It’ll Never Happen to Me”
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Commemoration of the Death of Our Loved Ones

We commemorate the death of our love ones
We don't celebrate the death of our love ones
Today is not a great day
Today is a very sad day
We don't care about wealth, avarice, money and cupidity
We abhor hate, greed, hatred, racism, and police brutality
Today, we don't care about the economy
Today, we want to eradicate greed, bigotry
Racism, division, lies, deceit and hypocrisy
We care tremendously about our health
Not about wealth. We care about over 100,000 deaths
We commemorate the death of George Floyd, Tamir Rice, Jamar Clark
Jeremy McDole, Breonna Taylor, Sean Bell, David MacAtee, Stephon Clark
Adam Atraore, William Josma, Steve Biko, Kalief Browder, William Chapman
Sean Reed, Sean Monterrosa, Antwon Rose Alton Sterling, Michael Ferguson
Philando Castile, Amadou Diallo, De'von Bailey, Samuel DuBose, Redel Jones
Mike Brown, Eric Garner, Michelle Shirley, Tony McDade, Deb Danner, Ken Watkins
Laquan McDonald, Ahmaud Arbery, Terence Crutcher, Manuel Ellis, Korryn Gaines
Many Native Americans and many other brothers and sisters. We are out of breath
We have been suffering, hurting, in pain and crying too much. Enough is enough
We can't breathe. Get off our necks. Black lives matter. No justice, no peace
We celebrate life and love. Black lives matter. We want to live a long life
We commemorate death. We can't breathe. No justice, no peace.

Copyright © June 2020, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hold On---

Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;

My life is in such a mess;
Somehow now, I don’t feel it;
Could you come here a while;
Will you be my guide..
Can you help me survive now…

And I am such a emotional mess;
Can’t even transgress will I survive;
How can I survive?

 You tell me to….
And if you want I’ll do
Say…
Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;
Busted and doom
No one to love me as I am
But you say, you say time and time again
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on

Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on

And if you want I’ll do
Say…
Do you really want to love me?
Like the way I want to love you;
Will you accept the way to?
My life broken, I’m not chosen;
Busted and doom
No one to love me as I am
But you say, you say time and time again
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on


06/21/74
written words by James Edward Lee   1974, 2019©
Arranged music by Alton Adkins  1974, 2019©



                                                     
               From the anthology "The World Will End Tomorrow"
    …as well as demo/cassette & Single from American Gramaphone /Sound 
                             Recorders/ BlackAmoor Records
Form: Lyric

Chronicles of 3 Dead Black Men and Alton

CHRONICLES OF 3 DEAD BLACK MEN & ALTON

Louisiana: Alton Sterling shot dead.
Crime: selling CDs outside a grocery shop?
Outcome: "No charges for police over death",
says The Department of JUSTICE. Yes, 'justice'.
Methinks the last word above is misspelt.
They said: "No sufficient evidence",
Yet, video footage spread everywhere.
And so, death strikes. . .
three (3) black birds,
Six (6) years apart;
A thousand tears in New York,
hundreds of wailing, Georgia sobs,
a whole race & souls mourn in Minnesota
as we recount the tale of a white lion & curb
out on an hunting spree,
Gregory, former police officer (64)
and son Travis McMichael (34) in a truck
pursued a 25years old black lamb,
gunned down the lamb like it's a game,
Ahmaud Arbery was to be the sacrifice
to the gods above the law
and so...his vibrating breath seized,
his flesh mutter to his departing spirit soul:
"I can't breathe"
just like 2015, we reminisce
Eric Garner's last words:
"I can't breathe"
and now,
George Floyd's swansong:
"I can't breathe".
Garner growled 11 times
after being throat cooked by men in black,
Floyd muttered in 15 times
after being strangled by Derek's cursed knee,
Arbery jogged then ran the race of his life
till he got holes in him straight to death,
Devil had the smoking gun of a white dad
and son all to thank.
One simple question needing answer:
Is the game of Numbers being played against us?

In loving memory of late Alton Sterling, Ahmaud Arbery, Eric Garner & George Floyd.
VickWizzy.
Form: Narrative.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 28th, 2020
https://mobile.facebook.com/groups/1413153562030310?refid=18&ref=opera_speed_dial&__tn__=C-R#groupMenuBottom
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Sunday School Lovers-

We were young 
just having fun... together playing
 We got older and a little bolder we were swinging (I pushed you on the swing)
We were just two love birds flying in the wind 
We went to Sunday school together, thanking God 
For all He is...

Sunday school lovers,
Sister and brother
Promises of Hope Grace abundance 
Our Soul dance

We were friends just  until we got older (older)
Then once again those urges prompted me to say would you be my girlfriend 
And we were then more than just mere friends,  even then I held you by your shoulders
Future tense future tense, I really feel I believe we are, we are soul mates

We are just two lovebirds doves flying in the wind
Oh! and how our hearts do tug from the joy of love we bring
As children we went to Sunday school together praising God and singing hymns
And now that we are older girl we are now exchanging vows

Sunday school lovers (Sunday school lovers)
Sisters and brother
Promises of Hope Grace
Evermore fulfilling this space
Ooh!  you're my soulmate, you're my soul mate this I can relate 

You are sweeter than my favorite cake
Ooh la la   you're my soulmate,  soul mate this can say I won't hesitate 
You're my soulmate you're my soulmate this I can this I say,  I can see 
There's nobody else in this world I want to be with
Oh! woo oh a oh oh

 Sunday school lover
 Sister and brother
Hallelujah


9/24/76
Written words by The Corinthian ™ & James Edward Lee  © 1976, 2021
Arranged music by Alton Adkins James Edward Lee & The Corinthian ™
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Glenn Miller

~Glenn Miller~
(acrostic)


G-lenn Miller, his music is so wonderfully sublime,  enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart,his music always brings to me. His given 
N-ame was,Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda, Iowa, U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine

M-usician arranger,composer,and great band leader in the swing era.
I-n The Mood",is onother one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more, his 
L-egacy is filled of of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart.Glenn Miller, 
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big band era. 


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015


July.21.2015



Author's notes:

My humble poem tribute to one of the greatest and most
unique bandleaders of the big band era,Glenn Miller.
One of my very favorite band leader I personally 
love and enjoy hearing the most.I listen to his music 
for many years now.And I believe that theres no one like him,
his music can never be duplicated by anyone.
His beautiful music just transcends time and space,forever.




(Born March 1, 1904- Missing December 15,1944)
Years active 1923-1944
In 2003 Miller, received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.
His plane dissapeared while flying over the English Channel.
His remains and that of his crew has never been found.
Miller's status is missing in action up to this date.


Long live the King of Swing!
Form: Acrostic

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