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***shhhhh....
You should be ashamed of yourself, rocking my world turning me
into a young schoolgirl.
-giggling and smiling with a secret on my mind, remembering
the funny things you did the last time;
-you called and had me talking in my sleep. Building memories
to hold dear, and forever keep.
Here I am at my age, growing hair with silver streaks, got me
feeling primed and at my peak.
Could not concentrate on my work to get it done, just thinking
bout when we're together having so much fun.
Boy... you're gonna get it the next time I see you, it will be
nights to remember when we get through.
Bring a lil tequila papi. I want to stay high to soar the skies,
like it's our time to fly!
To the sweet words coming from my lips, from the fine wine
we’ll drink sip to sip.
Can't wait to be holding and squeezing you so tight__
and pillow talking sweet nothings all throughout the night.
We have to get together soon, I don't know how. But like Luther
Vandross said..."I want you here and now"!
Eat a big meal daddy, cuz from Freaky-Friday till Hot-Fudge Sunday
we ain't coming up til the dawn of Monday.
Drop all the worries; throw em out to the curb;
hang a sign on the door..."Do Not Disturb".
[Dedicated to all our men out there somewhere on the road...
fighting for us, working for us or building a life for us]
Breath like gasoline
hard-headed
In between
Ride the rails
Live the dream
Conscious building
zero necessary
no one believes
Probably legendary
Trash can dinner
woke up cold
half smoked cig
smelling like the fold
Nothing left to do
hang it up now
Over my Dead body
shhh not asound
Not one peep
Been two weeks
Eyes wired open
Admitting defeat
Every second of this life
on my way back to the top
You'll never keep me down
I'm not gonna stop
I've been here before
Not staying down
Thought I was beat
Im still around
pray for what it brings
Noone needed anymore
Broken and twisted
Lying on the floor
You'll see what I mean
When I'm up again
free from this bondage
Free from the sin
The thrill is gone
It's was in front of your face
Instead forever love
Another bad mistake
Hard to see with eyes closed
this is the end
For the best I suppose
No big surprise - I ain’t gonna lie
I'm still fightin' back your goodbye
Up late again - drink in my hand
Convincin' myself we're not just friends
Makin’ the best of the situation
Tippy toe'n through this tribulation
Tryin’ not trip up on the truth
But what the whole thing comes down to..is.
I'm stuck on yesterday - no I’m not ok
I'm caught up in the used to be's - the should've beens won't let me breathe
I want it back again - the way it was back when
I know you moved on - but baby I just wanna stay
Stuck on yesterday
I know it's best to just let go
But my heart keeps on holdin' on
When you had the best - then all the rest
Are just chasin' your footsteps
I'm stuck on yesterday - no I’m not ok
I'm caught up in the used to be's - the should've beens won't let me breathe
I want it back again - the way it was back when
I know you moved on - but baby I just wanna stay
Stuck on yesterday
Whoever said it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
Never had to look into your eyes and feel this kinda fall
I'm stuck on yesterday - no I’m not ok
I'm caught up in the used to be's - the should've beens won't let me breathe
I want it back again - the way it was back when
I know you moved on - but baby I just wanna stay
I know you moved on - but baby I just wanna stay
Stuck on yesterday
I love you are the words I want to say,
when I can see you for even a second.
miss your gentle kisses on forehead,
the hugs which assured me that,
everything gonna be alright.
Now the days are loud and dusty,
with explosives all around.
And the nights?
I forgot how it looked with
stars and the moon.
Dad/mom,I cry myself to sleep,
so i can see you atleast in my dreams,
playing with you , games,
my friends have taught me.
But I wake up in the middle,
with scary monsters eating me up.
Look around me to find you,
but all I see other kids like me,
scared and shivering in their sleep.
Then I just gaze in to the night sky
through the tattered shelter above,
with teary eyes.
People ask me that do I miss you ?
my lips gets stuck ,my eyes water
and my soul cries.
They ask me about future and dreams.
I had a dream to build things,
now just am collecting my shattered
pieces of my heart and soul.
I pray to god everyday,to bring you
back to me.
You said the world outside is huge,
beautiful and people are kind.
Is that true?
People can kill you,without really
Killing you.
please come back,will let go off
ice-creams and chocolates, wont trouble you,
will study and do homework.
And tell mom,that i will be obedient and take
care of my little sister.
I'm ten but has pain and wisdom
of a 1000 yr old.
can you please ask a question for me to god,
what does war bring to the world.
Tell him that I have lost everything
and ask what have they gained?
PS:This poem is an attempt to present the thoughts and turmoil kids faced during and after war(could be any war in their country) and not to hurt or wrong anyone.Hope this poem did justice and would like the readers to share their opinion. Thank you.
Written by Mister Valentino
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Khentsey "the Cockblocker" Crudd
And "Mr. Everything" Thorsis Murphy
Comprise the team of
"Bruised Feeling and Hurt Egos"
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Atwo guitars one tenor the other a bass .the bassy riff gives air to the tenors tone. the starts the ballad which introbines
With the piano and drum which is bassy a heavy melonic
sound. The strings mingle there way in to
fastpace against the piano to then allow the horns and woodwinds to reintroduce the song with a full afford.
Big bassy deep sounds combine with a groovy drum .
Slow groove disco. A 12:01 make out groove with the fiance type sound "the sure thang" you could swear the horns where say "doo-wop: ooh".
""Tat tat tat-tat &roll on the snare!' the independent snare and a bass drum accompanies the drummer. "when it all works out"!
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An Ensemble of Elevated Excellence............
Said the conducter. Music personified!
Taste and class said the executive producer
Makes you proud to be in the business.
Something's gonna come along and bring us
back to earth said the arranger.
Did it right, let's do it again said Entry the
Soundman!
Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark
Yet considered by all a most unlikely patriarch
He was proud being Noah’s apprentice on the ark
Mark was in charge of ensuring all the animals did embark
Two by two in harmony, elephant, giraffe, tiger, and aardvark
Shared the gameplan with the many types of whale and shark
Ensured every bird was onboard, especially the skylark
Mark’s wondrous inventory was classified by icon and footmark
And sometimes in the margin he would jot a special remark
Hoping no one would notice he found neither unicorn nor snark
For weeks torrential rains made the sky darkest dark
They prayed for the rainbow, that long-awaited coloured arc
When the rains finally subsided they looked for the closest park
Everyone had cabin fever and were ecstatic to disembark
Rowdiness of meow, oink, purr, caw, growl, snarl and bark
Plans were soon ongoing to celebrate with a feisty spark
Evaluating the damage up and down and all around Hark!
Mark said Yeah, that’s gonna leave quite a watermark
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Bat Masterson was hired as a gamblin' boss at the Denver Saloon in 1891,
In a town high in the Rockies, Creede by name; he took no guff from anyone!
The rowdy saloon, restaurant and gamblin' hall ran twenty-four hours a day;
Bat patrolled the place with a pair of 44's on his hips to keep ruffians at bay!
One night he was approached by Parson Tom Uzzell who asked to preach,
As he was wont to do in minin' camps, hopin' fer errant souls to reach!
With misgivin's a sermon might dampen play, Bat banged a bottle on the bar
And told everyone to "remove yer hats while Parson Tom preaches over thar!"
After the sermon Bat directed a bar-tender to pass the hat for Parson Uzzell.
"Be generous with yer coin, then ya'll can continue with yer booze to guzzle"
"Boys, I'm a-thankin' ye", said Tom, "I'm gonna build a church in Creede!"
"I had a revelation from God; He said a heap of religion is what you need!"
Bat was a notorious practical joker and while the parson slept that night,
He had 3 of Soapy Smith's con men steal the parson's pants on the slight!
When the silver-laden pants pockets were emptied, $348 was tallied!
The raucous rabble agreed to double that amount when again they rallied!
$700 was collected; Bat put the pants and money in a safe in the saloon.
Tom roared into the saloon next day clad in red long-johns around noon!
Callin' on God to strike down the thief who had stolen his pants and money!
They laughed when Bat gave Tom his pants; even Tom thought it funny!
Honorin' the tradition of big winners, Parson Tom bought a round for all!
'Tis Colorado lore about the prank played on Tom in Denver Saloon Hall!
Pursue joy in itty-bitty thing
A faith like mustard seed
If move the mountain
Little love is indeed a greater love
Wherein a biggest bliss.
Hunt time to acknowledge
You’ll earn the wisdom for pain.
Starving?
poverty stricken?
will just be a story worth speaking
History makes no sense,
if unlettered aren't edited
a heroic deeds if understanding is seek.
Unashamed of the past
because I can't undo time that's gone
yet I can write
I can sing it
A victory that has no supremacy of myself
but the glory I'll wear, when I meet my saviour face to face.
Now the past has no role to play
Yesterday passed just as todays dream would,
and I am aware what's gonna last
With Christ, the only assurance,
I arise today!
Form:
I AM JUST VACATIONING HERE ON THIS PLANET EARTH---
I’m a wayward traveler
Just here visiting my family
My seven point seven billion brothers and sisters
For you see..
I am just vacationing
Vacationing here on this planet earth
I come from heaven
A place where God, Jesus and Angels dwells
For you see I too used to be there..
I am all alone got my bags packed
My temporal body got my soul and spirit intact
Well I’m only visiting about seventy-six years
Pending on my actions, my life here
Will determine my return to my place of origin
Negative baggage can’t take back home
Loose the baggage, take the savage
Be nude and persevere come home holy
Rather than fully-clothed and soiled
For you see..
I am just vacationing
Vacationing here on this planet earth
I come from heaven
A place where God, Jesus and Angels dwells
For you see I too used to be there..
I’m a wayward traveler
Just here visiting my family
But my true family in a mansion
Where the streets are gold
And one day God’s Son gonna allow me to come back home
My vacation will be over
I will look over my shoulder
And Jesus will beck for me;
Angels will be singing Holy, Holy, Holy
Cause my vacation is finally over;
2/1/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Anchored stricken;
Home grow religion;
Borrowed freedoms;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Arithmetic context;
Virtual biceps, malicious cell texts;
Borrowed freedoms, stolen hearts;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms, buildings parts;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Release yourself from the bureaucratic;
Demographic fallacious options schematics;
Master race stolen more than is can chew;
Constipated evil heart intent malice malicious brew;
Intrenched unyielding;
Human’s thoughts selfish;
Can’t be told nothing unbelieving;
Denying the powers there of self-complacent resist?
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
My ways are not your ways;
My thoughts not yours also;
What? You talkN bout;
I’m gonna hush my mouth;
This don’t be that;
As a matter of fact;
The fruit doesn’t fall far from the branch to the ground;
Release yourself from the bureaucratic;
Demographic fallacious options schematic;
Master race stolen more than is can chew;
Constipated evil heart intent malice malicious brew;
Passionate about a rebirth life
On this side of the grass
My ways are now align with His ;
My thoughts now holy spiritually hon purposed;
What? You talkN bout;
I’m gonna hush my mouth;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Now of the understanding I know longer choose
All things are from Him and In Him God is All things
So when I allow the things of God to free reign
Just and only for His abounding glory, for His blessings
For His honor, again His glory Hallelujah
12/1/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©