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There must be something besides love
Another good topic for a poem
Perhaps I'll write about nature and stuff
And the chilly winds a-blowin'
October in Canada has that nip in the air
That foretells of the season ahead
For those that are into those winter sports
Bet you're can't get it out of your head
Well maybe when I was a very young'un
Snow time meant barrels of fun
But this guy's quite old and crotchety now
Snow means falling on me bum
Can't wait for spring just six months to go
The months can't go by fast enough
Perhaps I'll hibernate just like the bears
Then wake up and brush of the dust
Don't get me wrong, I'm Canadian eh!
It's the law, I'm required to like winter
They could lock me up, throw away the key
It's also against the law to whimper
(sniff!)
© Jack Ellison 2013
The wind is blowin
I see it move the leaves and braches on the trees;
The sun is shining
I feel the heat it's hot, just too hot to believe;
If I was ice I would be melting now;
If I were a tree my leaves were be leaving me;
there is something coming;
glowing
something coming now
blowing
growing
roaring like a lion
Whirling like a tide, like a mighty tornado
Oh, but I await a greater wind to come;
a greater wind to come inside of me;
He brings me keeping power;
brings me to my knees
brings me affirmances;
once I confess;
Oh, but I await a greater wind to come
I await the great and mighty storm
my storms are breaking
and my emotions running rapid;
open flood gates hope that I can swim;
I remember Noel when he told everyone it' gonna rain;
but no one listened. . . . .
see the rain coming
see the rain coming now
see the rain coming it's coming down from the clouds;
feel the wind blowing
feel the wind blowing;
blowing in my soul and I won't let it go;
the wind is blowing in my soul but I'm gonna walk now;
gonna stand still under the cloud;
gonna walk now standing firm and ever so proud;
I'll be within Jesus as He embraces me;
Holy comforter I kneel to receive it (you)
there's a better wind blowing;
there's a new day dawning
and I feel my breathe
I AM ALIVE
how's love is eternal
that these men suffer
from the lack of love
that those who would or wish to love
would love if not hindered by those
who wish these men to be unloved
like nights the days precures'
the evenings
that mornings come from
the resting if allowed to rest
those awakened we are bothered
his nose smelled the food cooking while he was sleep
she had peeled 8 pounds of apples.
They were kept fresh by the juices of lemons
sugars simmered with cinnamon and nutmeg
the butter melded : and fused the aromas
of whisky, apples, and butter
cobined with the deliouis cookie type pie crust!
she told us " any stress outside of a relationship, is that of the devil" !
We do not listen as before anymore
Emotions that occur when the music plays
Supertramp - "School" or
ABBA - "S.O.S."
a pulsating drive
Bee Gees - "Stayin 'Alive"
Bruce Springsteen - "The River"
Kate Bush - "Running Up That Hill"
the sound of the best
The Cure - "Friday, I'm In Love"
outstanding electronic dance music
Edwyn Collins - "A Girl Like You"
total enjoyment of life
Bob Dylan - "Thunder On The Mountain"
George Michael - "Fastlove"
with harmonies to die for
A wave of amazing artists
«Peace, Love and Understanding»
«Flower Power», colorful, patterned and floral clothing
Marijuana, which gave a distorted reality
A clear rhythm mark
"The King of Rock'n Roll" - Elvis Aron Presley
Bob Dylan: - "Blowin 'in the wind"
Fly like a white dove
If she/he got his first kiss when Beatles sang: "Let It Be"
or grew up with Janis Joplin in the speakers ... woow
"Well, feeling good was easy"
Oh, heaven and stars ... we will never forget
05.06.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
… I see the bad moon a-risin'
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
… Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
… I hear hurricanes a-blowin'
I know the end is comin' soon
I fear rivers over flowin'
I hear the voice of rage and ruin
… Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise, alright
There’s A Bad Moon On the Rise CCR
Nature’s Revenge
We have spilled oil
and dumped garbage on the ground.
We have left tons of junk in space
and paved over natural habitats.
We have put toxic chemicals in the water
and spread our cities far and wide.
We have multiplied for so long more
than 8 billion of us cover the earth
spreading and consuming like bacteria on a
petri dish.
Like that bacteria we too will consume all
resources and leave nothing but toxic waste.
Perhaps nature will take its revenge.
Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/ EAST COAST JAZZ in the fifties, sixties/
Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/
LPs stacked high vinyl spinnin’, cracklin' truth in every hip-to-be way. Jazz LPs, popin'’ the Truth, etched in black and white/ modern Jazz on the HIFI/
Jazz woke the airwaves up and made the radio take notice; everything felt right. Radio turned on, folks got wise and understood, and Jazz got the blood pumpin' in the mean streets day or night/
If you wanted to be hip to the now, the real, the raw, Late-night clubbing and listening was law, absolute law/
Ornette Coleman, man, a wild, horn-blowin’ free-to-be jazz king machine/ Free jazz founder/ hear his freedom RING!/
Then there's Mingus, righteous anger in his bass, Collective improv, settin' souls ablaze. Lay into "East Coasting," on Bethlehem Records, and let the music soak you down/
Starch your mind with Mingus, that ain't no stereophonic joke! No cover charge here, baby, just pure, unbridled bebop to the cool Miles sound/
A caravan of cats, late-night jams, playin’ something new and bold, Europe callin', TWA Flight 978 ready to take flight/
The Big Apple throbbed, a concrete, jazz-filled hang, Saxophone Colossus, Sonny Rollins, so raw, New York summer Hot Rollins, defying every jazz law/
Moody and quirky, a genius in disguise/ Influencing the young horns, reaching for the skies/
Sonny Rollins, deep in jazz thought on a New York big city day/
Sonny wrote a brand new Jazz Forever heavy page/
The jazz world exploded, on the silver screen, a fifty-cent ticket was your soundtrack to life, a vibrant, vital scene/
"Take Five," baby, the pulse, the driving soul on a jazz beat on stage/
I'm on the Lex Ave Trane, headin' for Groove Street! hold on, hold tight, let Abbey Lincoln sing, while we map our next gig, let’s name our new LP/ the Big Vibe/
Yeah… East Coast jazz… never really dies… spinnin’ vintage jazz LPs to keep my head alive/
ECJ morphs… and lives… in our own soulful eyes. Give me a holler give me a shout I’m talkin’ what’s It all about/ Want to be hip? Want to be in the know? Then listen late at night, and let the jazz sounds flow.
we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)
so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig
she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission
"oh"
n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way
Hmmm....
we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend
i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x
My love, my love
Has gone with the winds;
My heart, my heart
Stands here ever still….
Those trade winds blows east
Gone with the wind;
My love, my love now east
She has gone and left me alone here
Emotions flying, spinning around as a hurricane
Trade winds blowing in my mind, in my mind;
I find it too hard, too hard to find;
My ears are ringing, my heart stop singing;
Trade winds blowing in my mind
Emotions flying, spinning around as a hurricane
I loved her I even wrote her litters;
She left me to fine another boy better, better;
I’d crawl for her;
She even had the nerve;
To threaten me said she was going to reveal in me;
All those wrongs that I’ve done, I’m so alone…
My love, my love
Has gone with the winds;
My heart, my heart
Stands here ever still….
Those trade winds blows east
Gone with the wind;
My love, my love now east
She has gone and left me alone here
Emotions flying, spinning around as a hurricane
Trade winds blowing in my mind, in my mind;
I find it too hard, too hard to find;
My ears are ringing, my heart stop singing;
Trade winds blowing in my mind
Emotions flying, spinning around as a hurricane
these trade winds blowin in my mind
9/14/70
Written words by James Edward Lee©1970, 2019
Written @ North High School 1970
There must be something besides love
Another good topic for a poem
Perhaps I'll write about nature and stuff
And the chilly winds a-blowin'
November in Canada has that nip in the air
That foretells of the season ahead
For those that are into those winter sports
Bet you're can't get it out of your head
Well maybe when I was a very young'un
Snow time meant barrels of fun
But this guy's quite old and crotchety now
Snow means falling on me bum
Can't wait for spring just six months to go
The months can't go by fast enough
Perhaps I'll hibernate just like the bears
Then wake up and brush of the dust
Don't get me wrong, I'm Canadian eh!
It's the law, I'm required to like winter
They could lock me up, throw away the key
It's also against the law to whimper
(sniff!)
New June bug day risin
Pancake fryin smell
Outside yo window
To the kitchen down below
Curtains blowin in the breeze,
Leaves on treetops swayin
All I’m sayin is
What comes a day
Bein born
Is all you need
When you a child
In this big old world
Gots love and love and
Mama’s love some mo
Don’t matter bout clothes and shoes
Those South summer blues
That you too young fo
Alls about fishin, wishin,
And grinnin with yo best friend
Deep end o’ the delta
Skimmin stones
That ain’t no arrowheads anyway.
All you ain’t got
Is all you ain’t needin
Only chore what matters
Is spring seedin
And penny-pulled
Tobaccy runnin
Old man Tom’s place
Outside o’ town
Once a two week
Piece a plug
Penny earned
For candy and
Man that’s sweet!
Heaven aint’s so far for walkin
When you’s walkin in bare feet
Down by the delta
In the dusty dime store town o’
Willacoochee