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Another foe
Pulling low blows
Trying to put me six feet below
But no
That wasn't the way I will let it go
So
They got took out by the undertow
In a strong water flow
Then the reaper in a dark robe
Took another body and soul across the globe
They kept wanting to gloat
About being the goat
And were left to sink or float
Within a moat
Didn't always have to use a boat
Those that kept trying to boast
Got a rope
Around the throat
Then choked
And croaked
Different strokes, for different folks
Still life is not a joke
Especially when you're broke
From coast to coast
Any that attempted to provoke
Or attack through dagger and cloak
Were toast
And buried among oaks
On hills with or without slopes
Whether popular or remote
Any who poached
Were given no hope
And looked at like an oaf
Quickly gone with the wind like smoke
By: Dalton Ogletree
#### Swamming Sea Turtles ~ Inspiring beauty!! ####
Solacing the land,Coast to coast,
Love, fire and Toast to toast,
Erotic Love ~ The god's gift resulted into Young baby chap!!
Sea bracing golden sand,
Sun blossomed with the early dawn,
Carapace shell ~ Turtle mingled with the outside world easily!!
With the early day spring,
Rose to fame on the Sea shore,
Peck on cheeks ~ Baby turtles ejecting out of the shell!!
Moonlighting the world of parents,
Holding the fragile soft feet,making insane,
Blessed armour ~ In its peer way, removing the blues down the lane!!
Twinge of guilt, Parents pays,
Moving slowly and steadily blinking the rays,
Finding hard, trying to hold them,
Thatcher moment ~ To act in a sensible way!!
Dainty delicated tender arms,
Ohh my sweet little lucky charm,
Fueled up energy,triggered my heart,
Chyming Heart ~ You Resolved the riddle of my life!!
In an autumn,
Prairie grass lying at the base of elevated mountains,
The words melted in my mouth,
Pleasant sheathe ~ Enrapturing attention seeker, You flared my cotton sky!!
Oh my rabbit eyes,
You changed my world!!
Luminous asteroid ~ Miraculously, You changed the stars of my planet!!
Lost in translation
I ask for the moment
You asked for tomorrow
They asked for yesterday
Cos they needed to remind us
Of who we were before we got here
They never believe in us
Till date their actions are never different from our troubles from yesterday
They don’t see our moment
They chose to ignore who we are now
They can’t even see what tomorrow will bring
All they see is our yesterday’s
The days of slavery
The days of brutality
The days we use to be in dark age
The days of death
The days of agony
The days full of sorrows
This days are never out of their memories
they never see nothing good about us today
Else those from our yesterday
So please leave me here
cos in this theory am
Lost in translation
Lost in translation
We smelled the iron rod
From coast to coast they said
Hunted by our shadows
Through the strangers against our redemption
Chased away from our dreams
Our hopes became our crime
Our freedom became the price of death
There was no tomorrow to better our captivity
our opinion was never meant to be
Cos all we were yesterday was just
Mere slaves
This is why they never see nothing good about our today
So leave me here cos in this theory am
Lost in translation
Mine is a land of golden rivers
And glowing sunsets that melt your heart
A long history of native people in harmony
With lush wildlife and four seasons
Rich forests covering vast expanses
Mine is a land of golden rivers
Where sockeye salmon race up rapids
And eagles soar great heights
Cool calm breezes summoning the night
As the moon rises to cast her spell
Mine is a land of golden rivers
That run wide from coast to coast
Maritimers greeting each morning sun
As it ascends over mountain ranges
Caressing this topography called Canada
Mine is a land of golden rivers
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Submitted on July 3, 2019 for contest NOSTALGIA ANY FORM sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
TIMES WHEN THE DAYS ARE JUST LONELY
TIMES WHEN THE TIMES ARE JUST BAD
TIMES WHEN THE TIMES ARE SO SAD
TIMES WHEN THE TIMES ARE REALLY GLAD
TIMES WHEN THE TIMES ARE IN SORROW
TIMES WHEN THE DAYS ARE NO TOMORROW
TIMES WHEN THE FEELINGS ARE VOIDED
TIMES WHEN YOU ARE IGNORED
TIMES WHEN THE SEASONS ARE LONGER
TIMES WHEN YOUR LIFE IS MISERABLE
TIMES WHEN THERE ARE JUST GREAT
TIMES WHEN THE TIMES YOU ARE JUST LATE
TIMES WHEN THE TIMES ARE FEELING LOW
TIMES WHEN LIFE BECAME FROM RICH TO POOR
TIMES AS IF THE YEARS HAS DISAPPEARED
TIMES WHEN NO ONE CARED?
TIMES WHEN THE ONES THAT YOU LOVE THE MOST?
REALITY SOUGHT IN FROM COAST TO COAST
AS IF YOUR LIFE IS A TURN AROUND SPIN
NO LAUGHTER, NO HAPPINESS, SMILE, NOR A GRIN?
LONELY AND FEELING LIKE PROBLEMS ARE JUST NOT BRAND NEW
WELL, FRIEND SOMEONE IS WORSE OFF THAN YOU
MEMORIES AND MOMENTS OF DISAPPOINTMENTS
GRIEF, NON RELIEF, NOT AN ANSWER TO SEEK.
WE LIVE, LEARN, WE LAUGH, WE CRY
DISCERN, PRETEND, BORROW, LEND
LIFE IS LIFE
CRIES ARE REAL
TEARS ARE TOO
REMEMBER GOD IS THERE
ALWAYS WITH YOU.
YOUR FAITH HAS DECREASED?
YOUR TRUST IS GONE?
YOUR LIFE IS MISERABLE
BUT, YOU MUST MOVE ON.
GOD IS GREAT, MERCY AND GRACE
GOD IS LOVE, LIFE IS PRECIOUS
A DESTINY TO FULFILL
A GENUINE TESTIMONY TO GIVE.
SINCERE PRAYERS TO EVERYONE THAT IS DEPRESSED.
The Revving Roar of Rolling Thunder
Through the revving roar of Rolling Thunder,
amplifying along air and asphalt,
silent complacency’s cast asunder,
by the tour de force its riders exalt.
On roads and bridges, spectators await
the annual coast-to-coast migration
of Run For The Wall passing through their state
in tightly unified group formation.
Reflecting our country’s crossroads on chrome
the riders of Rolling Thunder emerge,
returning en mass to The Mall and Dome,
gathering strength as their chapters converge!
From Heartland to Beltway, we won’t forget
the debt we owe the American vet!
E. V. Wyler
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
Your lyrics 'touch my life,' as you are the twin to my soul.
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I'll never question 'what is a woman's role' in rock and roll.
Your lyrics touch my life, as you are the twin to my soul.
My 'midnight flyer' your spirit glows like a 'seafull' of stars.
I'll never question what is a woman's role in rock and roll.
When life 'makes you wanna cry' we can create memoirs.
My midnight flyer your spirit glows like a seafull of stars.
When you 'send me no more letters,' I'll ignore the post.
When life makes you wanna cry we can create memoirs,
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from 'coast to coast.'
When you send me no more letters, I'll ignore the post,
wondering 'will our love end,' before the ultimate vow.
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from coast to coast,
until you serenade about 'feelin' so much better now.'
Wondering will our love end, before the ultimate vow,
'it's only a dream,' but you get 'nothin' for nothing,'
until you serenade about feelin' so much better now.
'Your love is allright' when your muse is soft and loving.
It's only a dream, but you get nothin' for nothing.
It hurts 'way back to the bone' when you leave me alone.
Your love is allright when your muse is soft and loving.
'Black clouds' fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
It hurts way back to the bone when you leave me alone.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
Black clouds fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
I ain't 'keepin' time,' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I ain't 'keepin' time.' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
21 songs from Glenn Hughes with Trapeze:
What is a woman's role
You are the music
Touch my life
Am i
Seafull
Midnight flyer
Makes you wanna cry
Coast to coast
Send me no more letters
Feelin so much better now
Will our love end
Nothin' for nothing
It's only a dream
Your love is allright
Way back to the bone
Black cloud
Jury
Loser
Back street love
Keepin' time
Another day
“Did you have a favorite teacher, Grandma?” Her granddaughter asked…and immediately Grandma grinned.
“Why yes…my favorite teacher…” she said, “has always been the wind.”
Seeing the confusion on her granddaughter’s face she said, “Perhaps I should explain…there’s so much we can learn from the sun…the wind…the rain…
You see, the Earth and the sky have many teachers spread out from coast to coast…but the wind has always been my favorite…it’s from her I’ve learned the most.
I find adventure in the wind…in the different ways she kisses my face…in all her unseen beauty…in her strength…and silent grace.
How quickly life can change is something she helped me understand…as I watch her switch directions…or walk along the shifting sands.
She’s taught me change isn’t always bad…to treat it with affection…because sometimes in the winds of change…we can find a new direction.
She taught me if I listen closely…I can her her singing songs…she taught me how to bend so I won’t break…when her winds are blowing strong.
She taught me on those calm days…days when her gusts are done…If I want to create my own wind…all I have to do is run.
She taught me how to ride the wind…every time I fly a kite…and how to enjoy the hidden mysteries she bring with her at night
In the Autumn as I watched the leaves falling from the trees…she’s shown me how sometimes you have to let go…in order to be free.
Yes, I have found my comfort in the teachings of the wind and I know, wherever I may roam, when my time on Earth is over…the wind will call me home.”
Later that day the mother asked the Grandma as her daughter she was viewing..
“Look at her running back and forth…what do you think she’s doing?”
The Grandma watched her granddaughter for a while…then turned to her daughter and grinned…I believe that’s just your daughter…creating her own wind.
The most beautiful girls,
Are those we imagine to love,
The ones we would like to invite to the restaurant
To drink champagne and grands crus,
The most beautiful girls, I know some,
Are the ones we imagine loving you,
They jump in taxis in Manhattan
To go see romantic comedies,
The most beautiful girls, you see them,
Are the ones you expect in your dreams,
The ones you hug in kitchens
Between two quails with grapes and cheese,
The most beautiful girls, from Paris, or Medellin
Are those who dream of loving you,
Those who love forbidden fruits, melons,
The pineapples and fruits of ice sorbets,
The most beautiful girls, I know others,
Are those you will never understand,
They have all the qualities of sinners,
They sink body and soul, like beasts
In the libraries you choose.
The most beautiful girls, the more intelligent
Are those to whom you offer roses,
Who want them undressed on a train,
To arrive tomorrow in Strasbourg or Brest,
They love crossing France from coast to coast.
Les plus belles filles,
Sont celles qu’on imagine aimer,
Celles qu’on voudrait inviter au restaurant
Pour boire du champagne et des grands crus,
Les plus belles filles, j’en connais certaines,
Sont celles qu’on imagine vous aimer,
Elles sautent dans des taxis à Manhattan
Pour aller voir des comédies romantiques,
Les plus belles filles, vous les voyez,
Sont celles que vous attendez dans vos rêves,
Celles que vous étreignez dans des cuisines
Entre deux cailles aux raisins et le fromage,
Les plus belles filles, de Paris, ou Medellin
Sont celles qui rêvent de vous aimer,
Celles qui aiment les fruits défendus, les melons,
Les ananas et les fruits des sorbets glacés,
Les plus belles filles, j’en connais d’autres,
Sont celles que vous ne comprendrez jamais,
Elles ont toutes les qualités des pécheresses,
Elles sombrent corps et âmes, comme des bêtes
Dans les bibliothèques que vous choisissez.
Les plus belles filles, les plus intelligentes
Sont celles auxquelles vous offrez des roses,
Qui veulent qu’on les déshabille dans un train,
Pour arriver demain à Strasbourg ou à Brest,
Elles aiment traverser la France de long en large.
your ocean waters begin to rise
It's waves make a foaming fuss
all your hopes and dreams left home
just as you thought things were bad enough
collecting experience has shown
you have always, you've always been alone
castle walls sure to take a pounding
defenses up, should you care
dearly losing faith, post-haste
take the time you've got from here to there
after all these years I'm still amazed
you'll not go under but rise above these waves
though we're not built for happy sailing
from Baltimore to this shore
obligations to engage or
take a knotted rope, struggle no more
current's none too friendly stowaways
we'll not be broken but rise to ride these waves
coast to coast most beautiful and strange
we'll not go under but rise to ride these waves
these waves