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I live in Arrubluc by the sea
much like the fabled Llareggub
made famous by Dylan Thomas
in the radio play 'Under Milk Wood'.
The land meets the sea here as well,
but it's a beachside town, beside the sea,
not a portside fishing village.
The sleepy town awakens, with a yawning sigh,
As the gentle kiss of dawn paints the sky.
Fiery orange and red, a sailor's warning cry,
Ignored by seagulls squabbling to fly on by.
The sun bursts up in the East through the ocean,
And the curved horizon rippled by waves in motion.
For the sea is seldom calm and exudes its emotion
Driven by wind and waves into pulsing commotion.
The waves and shore are coupled in embrace,
The sands are caressed lovingly with grace,
There's hiss and splash as waves surge through the flat space,
Leaving behind wedding veil trails of pure white lace.
At dawn, the sea birds gather in flocks on the lake,
To chat and squabble, to preen and feather shake.
The black swans cruise single file shoreward at daybreak
Grumbling and mumbling grunts, as they come in to take a break.
The gulls and terns, cormorants and stilts gather together
In groups of kin, returning like fishing boats to tether
Up on the shore for rest and relief from the weather.
They gather in a congregation, massing with friends of feather.
The surfers and fishers, come to worship the sea,
Paying homage to the beach and waves with heartfelt glee,
Frolicking in the swell, casting out their lines in a spree,
To catch the whooper waves on offer, and big fish all for free.
The surf club is alive with laughter and cheer,
Where mates gather for bawdy gossip and a beer
Every Friday afternoon as week's end draws near
Enjoying the ballads and shanties of the local balladeer
As twilight falls to night, and the moon ascends,
Darkness reveals its velvety somber blends,
The stars return to the sky, like eternal friends,
Amid the calm and peace as day's end descends.
Arrubluc beachside,
here beside by the sea,
says "Bye, Bye, Good Night"!
Oh Marie,
How should we remember thee,
Now that you are free.
There are three things about thee,
On which we all agree,
That we would have liked more to see,
That were unique to thee.
At the top of your tree,
We place the laughter that came out of thee,
That we enjoyed for free,
The next branch down has to be,
Your talent to draw so much for us to see,
That should have earned a better fee,
And who will ever forget number three,
How you transformed a piece of cloth,
into something fit for a queen bee,
And never cooked to please the taste buds,
of less than three.
That is how we will remember thee.
(we are interning her ashes in December when immediate family are finally together for the Occasion)
Long long ago, when my parents first met,
They Fell in love like everyone....
And Started that long treck.
Perhaps like you, they fell in love!
And they found out there was more
Than just kissing and dancing and
making love.
In those days, marriage was in order!
And in order to eat, they had to work!
Yes, it was in their character....
Those were days, when work was not
considered wrong,
How proud they were to start each day
With gratitude to God and a song!
They worked during the great depression,
And not one word of complaint did I hear.
My mother stood in the snow with hundreds
of others.
Waiting for just one job opening!
I guess they just don’t make them like my
mother and father anymore!
My father, would faint,If he were here,
Seeing the rush and greed, for FREE
everything!
It is not some thing any of us should
cheer!
One day, after many years, you will get
To Happily, retire!
congratulations, you did what God asked
You to do.
Making this world a better place, for people
Just like you.
Both opened a very fine store, worked long,
way over 10 hours a day.
Their dispositions never soured.
My grandpa, live with us too.
I know, all are in heaven, as
They shared their wealth with any
Needy brethren.
4/24/2022
Verse I
Who serves up burgers in pie squares
calling them different I’d beware?
Who makes the golden arches look rusty
stealing the crown from ol’ Burger King?
Who dulls Taco Bell’s ring?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
Who’s gives away a Dave’s single for free
and now accepts EBT?
Who’s never had to ask where’s the beef?
The double double’s all the proof you need
Who’s got real smile appeal?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
(Chorus)
And Wendy’s has golden fries
Treats that will make you sigh
And Wendy’s has chili as well
a baked potato h-o-t as hell
(Refrain)
It’s the best
Above the rest
Above the rest
Verse II
Who’s freckled face on their slogan
red pigtails and old-fashioned ribbon?
Who’s waay better than other fast food
more than finger licking good?
Who’s thoughts of McD’s fades
Who’s dreaming of quirky braids?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
(Chorus)
And Wendy’s is never frozen
It’s all made to order
made to order
Yeah made to order
And Wendy’s has fizzy soft drinks
And Wendy’s has every flavor
me thinks
(Refrain)
It's above the rest
Above the rest
Above the rest
Flute soloing
Drums soloing
Verse III
Who’s sipping on a strawberry frosty
While sing-i-n-g her favorite song?
Who’s flipping out about her new striped dress
all the while she’s skipping along?
Who’s Dave’s daughter a-n-y-w-a-y?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
Elvis he's a hero, he's a super star,
and I hear that Paul McCartney drives a Rolls Royce car.
Dylan sings for millions, and I just sing for free.
Everybody's making it big but me.
Neil Diamond sings for diamonds, and here's old rhinestone me.
Why is everybody making it big but me?
I hear that Alice Cooper has some foxy babes,
in every state he performs always back stage.
John Lennon had two fine ladies, Doctor John has three,
but I'm still seeing the same street walkers that I use to see.
Everybody's making it big but me.
I got charisma and personality.
How come everybody's making it big but me?
I paint my face with glitter just like Bowie does,
and I wear the same mascara that Mick Jagger does.
I even put some lipstick on,
but that just hurt my dad and mom.
Everybody's making it big but me.
They have groupies for their bands,
but all I have are my own two hands.
Why is everybody making it big but me?
found a time that no one knows
far between the folded clothes
escape can be freedom
or is it just my conundrum
who is this, that cleans for free
no one i ever knew to be
hide my little mind
don't come out till your blind
trespass and you will see
the total rage that is within me
far from me to say
the life i live is dead any way
the walks in the park
reverse the thought in the dark
thought you were the one
wanted it to finally be done
can't make something from nothing
only dream of the longing
can you make this feeling linger
since i am wrapped around your finger
when i awake , everything will be fine
or will i morph sublime
Conundrum
In this sad world of pain and dark dismay;
Each sundry soul has his own price to pay.
For life's sweet favors we must pay the sum.
Both for today and all the days to come.
Winners and losers we must forever be.
How much we win or lose we soon shall see.
Some lose money or in matters of the heart.
For love and money from the fool depart.
Some lose their freedom, others lose their friends.
I in consternation find, that I lose pens.
Some lose socks, or combs or petty cash.
A careless junkie might misplace his stash.
Though I read the good-book and keep down my sins.
However hard I try, I lose my pens.
Some lose elections battle worn and sore.
Some play the market and end up very poor.
Bankers and agents give them out for free.
Yet alas there are no pens for me.
To sign a check or write some wisdom quote.
To make a list or send my love a note.
Nice ones, cheap ones, they are all the same.
They are gone as quickly as they came.
Winners and losers, we and all our kin.
I am a writer, sadly, I lose pens.
No body to listen, no body to hear, nobody is free,
Everyone is busy, everyone is gone, Everyone has other problems,
Well I do too, the only people who are here to hear me, I have to pay,
That's the only people who are willing to look my way.
Nobody to listen, nobody to hear me, nobody to see me, until it's too late,
It's so sad that I want some heartfelt care to heal me, but First you must be
willing to pay up some money, for they are in it for cash, well then if I say something you think is not safe, then please don't tell me I need to go get help, for that's not an option, for there's nobody to hear, see, care for me for free.
Maybe I should sail off into the sea, where I can be alone, to listen to the wind blow, hear the birds sing their songs to me, see the natures beauty, watch an eagle soar freely in the clear blue sky, for he is the most free anyone could ever be,
CAN I SOAR TO THE SKY LIKE THAT TOO?
With a golden circle of life
People swimming in ice
More sheeps than migrants of fife
Supple, jolly faces speaking so nice
A place so safe to reside
Viking's tongue so rich to hide
Lovers of books, elves in skirmish
Folklore of nooks, shelves of the bookish
Old democracy, noble Parliament
Delightful delicacy, nourishing not feculent
Old Norse, historical and eloquent
Language of the adepts, minds so evident
Thirteen days before Christmas
Thirteen Yulelads moving around
Thirteen nays for spoiled isthmus
Thirteen Santas with ice cream in mound
Land so free, with ice run so deep
In veins and blood, rich in culture they keep
Ten drops of drink, fun for free
Iceland in wink, pun marvels with glee
When I was young, on our TV,
The channels numbered seven:
2, 4, 5 and 7, 9, 13
And, oh, 11.
The picture was in black and white,
Past midnight, we saw snow;
But no one ever did complain –
For what else did we know?
Of course, we watched our shows for free
‘Til cable came along;
And paying for what once was gratis
Always felt so wrong.
Yet pay we did, for entertainment
Seemed like what we’d need;
But now some stations have been yanked
Because of someone’s greed.
I can’t determine who’s at fault –
Time-Warner? CBS?
But take my shows away and I
Am feeling some distress.
This conflict must resolve right now.
One side has got to bend;
For I can’t live unless I know
How Dexter’s going to end!