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Look Real Pretty
(Short song)
We're not here to look real pretty.
We work hard and we get dirty.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
We're up and at 'em 'round four thirty,
chorin' up fences, makin' 'em sturdy.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
When done on the day we sing like the birdies,
chug a few down and we get wordy.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
So if you come around when the week is done,
toss away the shovel and have ya some fun.
Call on Betty Lou and the preacher's son,
shake a tambourine and rap on a drum,
dance around and sing like the world's just begun,
then git on home afore the setting sun.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah!
(inspired after my first hearing of The Way I Should by Iris Dement)
Celtic Sun
Celtic sun, one such wonder,
Sending her rays unto the woods,
Celtic sun spun her golden silk,
Oh, such beauty on kiln dried land.
In this mystic cool Spring air,
Soft wind blowing everywhere,
As free as a maiden-fair-hair,
Butterflies fluster and fill the sky,
The Monarchs of black, yellow bright and blue,
Cardinals chirping, flapping their wings,
Hummingbirds swooshing by,
Drinking from sweet vines and Morning Glories,
Near Plumeria trees, they fly, happily glide,
Catalyst vision of rainbow prism colors bright.
Celtic sun, shines as glorious about,
Casting shadows on fluffy white floating clouds,
Majestically high on blue yonder of mountain ranges,
Fields of magical wonder, Spring flowers and herbs.
Tulips, Daffodils, Silkwoods, Sages, Lilacs and Lavenders,
Honeysuckles hang higher on climbing fences,
Lemon scents in the garden of Rosemaries,
Thymes, Parleys, Fennels and Oregano flowers .
Dancing with plummelling Plumerias,
Butterflies & bees swarm for nectar of flowers.
Morning light shines on desert tan earth
Birds glide and chirp among tall trees
Dew drops crystal dancing with the moon,
Heat swoons and soon it's melting by sun light,
Atop the Delphinium petals blue and bright,
With sweet scents of Hyacints and Java Jasmins.
As dark sky shines on bright stars, so fair afar,
August moon fading soon over the horizon,
Golden sun rising and basking on the sky line,
Over the rim, it shines on the blue azure sea... and behind.
As the ocean waves rush to the shores,
I adore natural earth that I saw, in awe of her beauty,
Forever more, and again, I am in heaven,
Oh Celtic Sun - alas, one more truly happy day.
Jieranai Maier ©2002
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmLsbatEo_w&t=27s
Wood picket fences and outdoor fairies
a dreamy place where everything is made of
light and grace
the flowers seems to breathe of their own accord
here in this magical place of open air .
Residing in silence, soft and inviting
are the birds of the air, meditate and leave
all worries behind , come live in harmony
with the trees, the flowers and the
wood picket fences...
From this natural habitat I share my poetry with you
communion with me now in stillness and quiet
plenitude...
Thank you for being part of my world today,
soon the sun will arrive and shine its ray
and the moon, it will be just a memory
for you and me.
the invisible threshold
i shall not hide
i shall not die
in fervors demeanors
mis-contraception
dedicate that grammar
under sheets i halt breads
nervous
nervous is samsara
the apprehension of sorrow
end sowing of silks
cursiffs
i am also finnish
regalitry and conformity
i thee web
backstrokes towards mercy
another strings pluck
without and gaunt
she labeled and i shrunk
guilded rembrandts
dethroned liberation
my carpentry
and my stones
cementing fences
learning tones
all as duty
and none as before
once again known breach
sand shall never relent
the shore is not bright
#civilrightslaws
It was half-sub-merged; as it were you
sea."
And some sort of process?
that seemed to
In-clude me.? Well wether i write-ed? or it just appeared.' People will read it have no
Fear..It will test their aptitude and
drown their senses..May be it'll flush out more whatever? And liquidate fences.? Words have that power.! I know not fully, the knot from
Whence it comes, yet it causes some tears
And anguish in a sum.' Or laughter? And
hilarity, fires emotions; causes commotions, it can describe truth fully or
Twisted, it can be.? It describes Abrahams
Actions, for ' he digged a well ' thats the text in front of me..A Bible verse thats lasted so long, a story etched in stone and songs, read so many billion times..The tounge
recites its prose and rhyme..I think
Of the fancy grammer beagles that stilt and censure..And create wots legal.? But
God don't care.' Bout sll the razz, and when they run out of words, and time there is more that He has.' He gets it writed.' Is whats the case.' And it will float
This ARK in many a space writed and worthy it proceeds along, while critics though many.' Are really
swans lost in their own songs.'
The Five Hour Flyover
David J Walker
Oceans of cotton and pumpjack sails
The reality of time on miles prevails
On the horizon painted and parted by hours of
Tipping the scales between
small towns hovering over the
Llano Estacado
Herefords and horses line fences
demanding all five senses
to comprehend the vastness
of the Alternative Reality
of a forever reaching horizon
5 hours of driving to
Everywhere or
Anywhere you want to be
When you are young and
Needing the energy
of millions
To make your day profitable
And your nights
Plausible
5 hours from anywhere
5 hours from everywhere
5 hours deep into an
alternative reality
Oceans of cotton and pumpjack sails
The distance prevails
Extracting time against miles
That never fails
To call you home again
Cape May holds a special place in our hearts.
On the day after our engagement eve,
We journeyed to old Cape May town,
And celebrated with her by the sea.
Five years after we came once again,
To recapture that time we remember,
To celebrate our four-year anniversary,
Our love and our marriage of November.
Browsing the shops we like to visit,
Stopping to dine, and drink a toast,
To happy years past and wonderful future,
With my beautiful wife in our home on the coast.
We strolled arm in arm the Victorian streets,
That cool, breezy lamp-lit autumn night,
Greeting the colorfully painted ladies,
Decked out in gingerbread, picket fences white.
We made our way to the winding shore path,
And walked along together hand in hand,
Then down to the beach went my love and I,
Full moon romance shining brightly on the sand.
Pausing at the edge of the sea,
With a long embrace, a sweet kiss,
To gaze out over the rolling waves,
We captured a moment of total bliss.
With the lighthouse bright on the horizon-
Though sometimes we travel in sunny weather,
And sometimes the way is dark and stormy,
In love’s light we’ll always travel together.
We cry out for peace..in the wilderness
and yet live where death flows like a river.
We call out for understanding
and yet hate blooms with each new birth,
nourished by the generation before.
We pray for kindness,
yet every day nature shows no mercy.
We turn inward,
as though the answers sought are burned into the subconscious mind.
We want change,
and yet we walk in illusion,
finding man is both Cain and Able.
We are heaven and hell
We turn our swords into plow shares,
then build a wall around the plowed field.
We are a creature of fences and borders,
that stalk the nights in search of the weak.
We are you and me in our darkest moments,
angry at action or inaction.
We are a burning fuse, a red tide suffocating,
a volcano that will bury, a lion killing,
every new cub born before our new kingdom.
We are who we are, dreamers, a bringer of death,
seekers of peace, a sunny day, a raging storm
We are nature's way of looking at itself,
arrogance and disillusionment,
wrapped up in a blanket of empathy.
Moving through time, awaiting death, praying for eternity.
contest I Can't Breathe
Lost in a perpetual maze
Caught up in an eternal haze
And with no solace left to find
I'm trapped here deep within my mind
Brick by brick the wall erected
Still my life was unaffected
Till the day it all seemed clearer
A closer look in the mirror
A prison of my own making
My sanity for the taking
Each hour spent from dusk to dawn
Reality was dead and gone
No longer close to kin or friend
The fences that I could not mend
This solitude I freely chose
To wallow in my fear and woes
Counting down to the day I die
At first I laugh and then I cry
My last sane day I can't recall
Those hidden walls enslave us all
Innocent these souls,
Let alone in journey
Along the road
The strings to sit on hands
Struggling the kites up for survival
The wings,what wrong?
Why not they like doves,strong?
Losing breadwinner on a day of shock
Slices of their bread,where is locked?
How to find room in hearts?
To park the vessels of sorrow
Death is a creator,
Widows and orphans,some
The blanket they wear
Woven with tear and fear
These plants are at risk
Erect the fences,quick!
At a glance,
Off the glass,
They are like our class!
Widows,no a curse
When death is the cause
In case death a curse
Paradise a worst
If the paradise a worst
This planet becomes a curse
Open wide,
All panels of heart windows
Sense there,
Some souls to share and care!