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Premium Member Falling On Me Bum

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
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Wind Blowing I'M Alive

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
Form: Ballad

Glaforouss

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" !
Form: Ballade

Premium Member - Those Were the Days -

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

Premium Member Nature's Revenge

… 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.


Premium Member EAST COAST JAZZ

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.
© Tony Adamo  Create an image from this poem.

We Started Out Kinda

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
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Trade Winds Blowin In My Mind--

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
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Falling On Me Bum


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!)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member June Bug Day

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

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