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PLAY IT AGAIN SAM I AM THE LIFE OF THE TRUMPETS
IN YOUR ARMS WITH COCKTAILS OF LIKEWISE
AND IN A MOMENT OF THE BANGING OF THE DRUMS
THE SMILES THE SINGING AND THE DRINKING OF
RUMS WITH A TASTE OF THE PALACEOF FOLLIES
OF BEING IN A DICK VAN DYKE FILM AS ANNIE
GET YOUR GUNS PLAYS OUT OF THE THEATRE IN
HEARTS FILM WORLD OF LYRICS AND THE DANCE
THE FRED ASTIRE OR GINGER ROGERS AS WE
COAST THE HIPPODROME AND THE MESSERS IN THE
EVENING BREEZE TENDERLY FILLS MY SOUL
AS THE TAIL OF MY DRESS PASS BY THE GENTS
WHEN THE ELEGANCE OF ZIEGFELD COVER THE LAND
OF DREAMS OF HATES AND BOTTOMS SHIMMERING OUR
SONG THE SONG OF LOVE IN THE VIOLINS AS THE
AUTHUMN RAIN FALLS ASLEEP TO THE SOUND OF OUR
HEARTS IN ONE BEAT PLAYED THROUGH THE SENSUAL
TROMBONE OF STRAIGHTEN UP AND FLY RIGHT RIGHT
BACK INTO THE SOUL OF THE MUSIC THAT TAKES US
ALL RIGHT BACK TO PLAY IT AGAIN SAM
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-11-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
DEDECADED TO THE LOVERS OF MUSIC LYRICS AND DANCE
THE FILM HUMPHEY BOGART I ADORED THAT PIANO MAN
Parallel lines never cross, they usually meet after dark; parallel lines never intersect because they have similar depth, parallel lines coordinate for they have indefinite slope and they usually meet at the gates.
Take me to Florida keys and let me show you something that you cannot see; the ocean is flowing ahead of time and it is moving along two parallel lines, but if you look close enough , you will see something that your eyes refuse to trust, there is a third line that crosses two parallel lines, and create the divine.
The climate is changing and many hearts are breaking, there is not much luster left in the sun and the age of compromise is over and done, and nature is on the run. It will take you to places where you have never been, and it will expose your youthful sins. Parallel lines are moving with time, so change your dirty shoes before you attempt to cross the line.
Take a look at the blatant skies and examine the truth before you die, it is written on every page, and it will expose your biological age. It tells the truth about your youth, your real mother’s name, your father’s name, your sisters and brothers, your grandmother and your grandfathers. The parallel lines tell it all.
I woke up this morning before daybreak, and I felt a strong energy all over the place; the moon is still in its orbit, and the cloud was in line with two parallel lines. Where they were going, I just don’t know but it was a beauty to look at the show. I trust what I see and sometimes I trust what I cannot see. It is that brief moment that you spend when the lion escapes out of the den, raging through the forest searching for a prey but the parallel line was running the other way.
There is a message waiting for you with a mandate of what to do; the terminals are not clear, and the cars are parking too near. Open the space a little more so that moon gravity can expand on the floor, it is more than sixteen percent of the earth’s gravity or one sixth percent of the earths weight. Don’t procrastinate; be there before it is too late.
When two parallel lines meet, they will rapture your heartbeat, they have so much in common and they will surely give you a helping hand if you cross the land. When two parallel lines meet your trouble will cease.
The river runs with silver light,
A ribbon wound through fields of white.
The moon looks down, so round, so bright,
On love that whispered in the night.
She walked alone, her heart so wild,
A dreamer lost, a trusting child.
Soft words had lured her to the deep,
Where water sings and shadows creep.
Beneath the branches bending low,
She met the one she used to know.
His hand was warm, his voice was sweet,
Yet darkness coiled beneath his feet.
A vow, a touch, a fleeting breath,
Then silence cold and still as death.
The river's arms embraced her tight,
And bore her far into the night.
The willows wept along the shore,
They knew her step would come no more.
The moon still glows, the stars still gleam,
Yet love lies drowned in sorrow's stream.
And he who swore to keep her near
Now walks with neither love nor fear,
For trust once shattered, life once lost,
Drifts nameless in the waters tossed.
In A Forest
Hearts chanting beating in tandem in a forest
Navigating love birds hightailing towards east
Haze lace stream seem rain could soon arrive
Under bare soil tenacious toads toil to survive
Fiery ants pull then trundle sweet honeycomb
Mushroom zoom out of a dark mystical womb
On grass dewdrop wasp grasp a rare blessing
Sunrays embrace trees invigorating the living
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Eyes wander and search wonder exuding zest
Weaving undying scenes of wildlife in a forest
08/14/2020
12:34 a.m.
Woodspring Suites
Lake Worth, Florida
USA
Summer reading classes begins June through August this is a great fun way for the entire family to get involved enhancing students ability to stay focus preparing for the upcoming school year I adored summer reading we did Catholic School Stem and IB which gives the students entry levels into college courses student’s are giving book list to complete with reading assignments annotations after they complete the books fun fun fun summer classes are great ways to keep their credits for honors classes as well they can also study electives during the summer Spanish French including orchestral classes we chose orchestra classes theatre’s drama from Violins Cellos to Violas you can rent used Violas instruments this was fun ways to keep busy during Covid home schooling online classes in Florida students must have computers some sights opened up and issued computers to students spectrum was awesome they offered Wi-Fi internet connections helping students this year is going to be challenging for students who losses everything during the storms hurricanes are devastation for loss however Floridians we are resilient rebuilding helping recovering restoring getting a head start keeping students from falling behind keeping them soaring in any given situation start getting ready list early fine tune instruments freshening up on Spanish French other foreign languages preparation for college course school year will be here before we know and there could be more storms reading is perfect distraction from power outages don’t wait to summer to get your summer reading list for the summer classes many blessings to all our families student’s and staff
When we see our world crumbling…our emotions are in a blender.
We’re a mixture of heartbroken…depressed…sad and mad…
but then…
we discover little bits of love in the rubble
and begin to piece our life together again.
Yesterday I found some bits of love that brought a smile to my face…
surrounded by friends and family…in a place where horses race.
Once a year we get together…we take up a lot of space…
It’s a mini family reunion…in a place where horses race.
Many of our family members were there…
some who we don’t often see…
as were friends who over the years have become our family.
Most of us came from Florida…
the east coast, west coast…and beyond…
One person came from England and one from Belgium…
making that long flight across the pond.
We hugged…we talked…we laughed…
sharing the kind of memories you can’t replace…
picking up those little bits of love…
in a place where horses race.
I met a man, wearing a shirt exactly like mine…
He and his wife were down from Chicago escaping the cold…
We even joined in a chorus of Happy Birthday
to a man who turned 90 years old.
Yes in times when we’re surrounded by hatred and prejudice and war
It’s nice to be reminded…what we were created for…
Like spending time with our family and friends….
making memories time cannot erase…
Like sharing little bits of love
in a place where horses race.
Through God's Grace
(with love for Barbara)
By Franklin Price
02/26/2023
Has been more than a year ago, when I lost you in my life.
I will never lose the memories. You are my dear departed wife.
The year we met each other, miracles would greet us soon.
God put us both together, and let man go to the moon.
Your life had been a little crazy, when you were young, and just a teen.
Your parents were divorced, and both, not often on the scene.
You grew up, and way too early, a shot-gun wedding was not fun.
You had a child, who died of SIDS, with husband number one.
He went off to war without you. That's how it was back in the day.
You traveled home from California, back to Florida to stay.
Your mother had remarried. Your step father was a jewel.
He loved you, as his very own, was supportive and not cruel.
The times, they were a-changing, and free love was everywhere.
I had been to Vietnam, and was divorced while I was there.
You were then with husband two, who was nothing but a cheat
When we met, you weighed but eighty-nine, was depressed and did not eat.
Your cheating husband worked with me. You might say he was a friend
I hated how he treated you. You got divorced, as was the trend.
We were attracted to each other. I know God pushed us along.
Before the year was over, we had sung the marriage song.
We were married in a baptist church, neither of us was a member
The preacher did not want to marry us, that's the way that I remember
My family is baptist. He married some of us before.
Some had ended in divorce. He was looking at the score.
He did not have to worry, for we did as we would vow.
Lived together, till death parted us, over a year ago from now.
For more than fifty years, we had, love given through God's grace.
Then Jesus called you home to Him, where you look upon His face.
My love for you will never leave me. We'll meet again on Heaven's shore.
I thank God for all the years we had, wish so much, they had been more.
I still have our daughter Dani, and granddaughters Bell and Lil
Also your brother Danny, in our hearts you're with us still.
Love always, Frank
Deadly greed allows mafia
leaders to fake their deaths
and impersonate my deceased
father born 1942 why old
disagreement’s unfinished
bribes payoffs bleeding the
life out of fallen officers sigh
for the giving pray for the
souls of the silent beings
when knights of Columbus
closes empty coffins creating
hell on earth for the public
puppeteers awaiting the
puppet masters cue from
above dirt my prayers are
with all the Gargano family
members forces to mourn
empty graves in public while
mafia members pass envelopes
around city officials break rooms
Honor doesn’t come from poking
your finger and burning a photo
of a saint it comes from respecting
honoring all who served and still
serving Stop organized crime bullies
left over garbage from Frank
the bomber Balistieri I will never
fear your bullying intimidation
I am unashamed I wore wires
pregnant for the Fbi buying
weapons and drugs from junk
sick cops selling drugs for
the Gargano crime family over
looking black town fort Myers
Florida Andersen avenue
One of the things I love about memories…besides the wonderful feelings they can bring…is their ability to attach themselves to a myriad of things.
Yesterday I heard MC Hammer’s ‘You Can’t Touch This’ on the radio…which my mind was quick to salute…while promptly moving past MC Hammer and his pants made of parachute.
There’s something about that song…when you hear it…even if by chance…that makes you at least want to move your feet…and at most…get up and dance.
When my memory heard that song…in an instant it transported me…back to a time when our two oldest grandchildren were staying with us in NC.
The four of us were sitting on the deck of our cabin when that song came on the air…and immediately we started dancing…how we looked…we didn’t care.
For what could be better than dancing to ‘You Can’t Touch This’ by MC…
with our grandchildren on the deck of our cabin in NC?.
Then Damien and Taylor got it in their heads…I suppose that’s the power of what music can do…to see if they could dance around the cabin before the song was through.
They looked to us for approval…wondering if we would worry…when Deborah turned up the volume on the radio and said…”If you’re going to make it…you better hurry.”
And here is what’s etched into my memory…of that truly memorable day…the butts of our two oldest grandchildren as they happily danced away.
And of Deborah and I watching them…running…dancing…laughing as children are apt to do…with smiles on our faces a they made it back before the song was through.
So as two super dope grandparents from Florida…
yes, we are often known as such…
we’d like to thank MC Hammer and his music
for giving us a memory in NC we will never forget…
a memory…it’s safe to say…you can’t touch.
God knows I tried
I've done my best,
Restored our pride
Aced every test.
Who only knew
Who could have guessed,
What lies would spew
From Socialists possessed.
The vote was rigged
The Media lied,
My fans all twigged
But cast aside.
The courts were bought
Judges aloof,
No cheaters caught
Democrats screaming "Where's the proof?"
My wife fast packing
My kids all gone,
Fast losing backing
But “bring it on”!
They think I'm done?
Washed up to rot?
Again I'll stun
Enact my plot.
Just lie in wait
Watch Biden flail,
All will then gyrate
Back to me, the holy grail.
Until then a little fun
Parties galore and adoration,
Florida golfing in the sun,
Itching for that call to lead the Nation.