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In order to save some money
Which in hindsight wasn't smart
Me and my buddies got together
To make our own fireworks
And as luck would have it
We found all we need under the kitchen sink
The whole time looking to do this cheap
Instead we came out free
Knowing this day would draw a crowd
As soon as the rumor mill filled up
So in our vast wisdom with a few cells missing
We mixed the batch up in Jimmy's tub
Not being exact on science
As illustrated in that magazine
We felt no need to measure
And might have gone a bit extreme
As soon as the stuff started bubbling up
That thought did cross our minds
Remember at the start, saying it wasn't smart
And that little mention of hindsight
With the size of the flash, little wonder we're not ash
And still have all our fingers and our toes
It's hard to explain the size of the bang
And why now Jimmy's house is one big hole
But we did put on a show not soon forgotten
That could be seen from outer space
And where Jimmy's house used to be
There's now a community pool in it's place
So come and join us on this holiday
Burgers, beer, and of course fireworks
In fact we're heading to Davy's house now
To mix a few things up...
Your heart my Love
worth more than a thousand mines of gold
they could never purchase
the purest standards from times of old
there is such beauty
in songs where justice does prevail
where the stories told
those causes the judges never fail
in whom the welfare
of mankinds oppressions are overcome
and your pursuit of
them can so never be outdone
it is there I rest
in the meditations of your mind
songs of clarity
in which ones destiny has not been blind
and there put you forth
a call that others would you join
and fey despise
those who would virtue to purloin
in whose faultlessness
draws forth the throng and multitude
that we all might see
in us like innocence therein exude
so alas I thought
to reach this is the strivings of the mad
out of grasps reach
to imitate this pattern might be had
but it is your gift
and the power of its spirit we display
wherein are abled
we to walk its path in everyway
there we to approach
a mighty throne built of just and true
and learn these statutes
and everyday enact them what we do
where we are drawn
unto a model whose display is without equal
and to pass it on
to others its perfections are the sequel
sources :Gospels about the Christ
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Hey, kids – know what time it is?
If you’re like me, well, I’m
Remembering just what that meant –
“It’s Howdy Doody time!”
Now Howdy was a puppet
On a children’s TV show.
(Technically, a marionette,
In case you’d want to know.)
From 1947,
It was on for thirteen years,
Five days a week, before we ever
Heard of Mouseketeers.
With Clarabell the Clown
And host Bob Smith, we got to see
Some lucky kids who made it to
The Peanut Gallery.*
My buddies from the block all went
But I was in the dumps
Because I couldn’t join them,
Stuck at home, sick with the mumps.
Last Sunday, though, I got the chance,
So many years past due,
To go to a museum
Where some puppets were on view.
And there was Howdy Doody –
Freckled, smiling, on his strings,
With boots, plaid shirt and dungarees –
The memories he brings!
It made my day to see him,
So my grown-up self could greet
Such a symbol of my childhood
And a perfect birthday treat.
*the seating area for guest children
We know you must break the law to join them,
So why are we pandering to them,
Letting them rule too many streets,
And even whole towns.
Is it not way past time for push back?
To grow some backbone,
And say to them,
If you sell our sons and daughters drugs,
And they commit a crime you will get double the sentence they get.
We should also tell them importing the ingredients for making drugs,
Could be deemed as an act of treason,
As they have no regard for the nation,
And may well be helping terrorists flourish.
Can we afford to let these organised criminals?
Posing as gang members grow any stronger,
If we want to be fit to champion the cause of all the,
Bright, wonderful, yet extremely vulnerable children.
Is it not time to give them the message?
That their time is up,
And the choice of what happens next is theirs,
As to whether they want to spend time in the sun,
Or take the chance our backbones will remain unfit for the task.
If you’re a woman, whoop-dee-doo!
Today’s the day that’s just for you
To celebrate the role you play
In life, despite unequal pay.
There’s surely been some progress made,
Perhaps deserving a parade,
For you can go to school and vote,
Run for office – win and gloat.
You can own a home or store –
They can’t stop you anymore.
Join the army, lead a band
Wed your girlfriend, buy some land.
Host a talk show, get real rich;
Run a business, make a pitch.
Write a memoir, practice law,
Protest ‘til your throat is raw.
Still, you aren’t equal yet
For some still see you as a threat
And if your rights held equal sway,
You wouldn’t need this special day!
The words of God are working in your life.
The Holy Spirit is your constant guide.
You have abundant peace within your soul,
Where otherwise there would be a black hole.
Your life has sweetness beyond description,
Which draws in all love with pure submission.
Grandest Joy overwhelms you with delight,
As a sunrise of holy sweeping light.
You are Heavenly Father’s special child,
And He will give you all to satisfy.
Listen to the urgings of Christ inside,
Which always lead you on to choose the right.
Each obedient choice to follow through,
Is a new and proven way to bless you.
The way is paved, so join Him here today.
You will be with the strong as you obey.
On earth choice dreams are born and given voice.
In Heaven, you are given unseen joy.
Each moment, every passing time He gives,
Creation’s atonement within us lives.
Whether living in the abundant life,
Or surviving in poverty and strife,
You can know that you are not left alone,
For in an open heart there is a home.
In the absence of need there is still want,
And in the presence of need there is God.
Always remain in the omniscience of light,
And you will one day be glorified on high.
Two ducks stand on the promenade
Before the break of day.
I never used to see them
When things weren’t quite this way.
But now they’re waiting when I walk,
A female and her mate,
Surprised, perhaps, that no one’s there
Who might intimidate.
My husband sees a fat raccoon
Just blocks from Central Park,
Not often found on city streets,
Though it was still quite dark.
The creatures of the city now
Must surely be confused
Without the bustling folks with which
Their lives have been infused.
And so they venture out to see
Where everyone has gone
And likely join us, wond’ring
What the hell is going on.
Seventeenth of March is Saint Patrick’s Day
Great day for the Irish I can honestly say
All over the world they’ll wear the green
Drink some stout and a glass of poteen
There will be parades up and down the land
With marchers walking behind the band
On lapels they’ll wear a sprig of green
Outrageous hats so that they are seen
You don’t have to be Irish to join in the fun
The St Patrick’s parades are for everyone
Some travel from near and some from afar
By plane, boat, train and motor car
If you’ve never been, go on enjoy the craic
You will enjoy it for sure and next year, go back
But it’s still March, might rain and be cold
Look out for a rainbow, you might find the gold
Many will be late going off to their bed
The next morning they might have a fuzzy head
But it’s only once a year so do have a ball
And a Happy St Patrick’s Day to one and all.
It began...
One day in a far off land where roamed the fearsome Chanticleer.
There lived a mighty military man of rank, if not of prowess.
He sought to tame the wily beast to bend it to his purpose
and dress its unsavory meat with secret herbs and spices.
And so it goes, the word was passed to every town and village,
to every man of strength and worth, "Come join our quest...
and feed the hungry children."
From far away the call was heard and answered by a chevalier,
who sought his fame and fortune.
He joined the ranks of other men to best the bird in battle,
and lead his hand to take a stand for all that's good and honored.
To journey long he caught a strong and fire breathing dragon,
shining bright its scales alight he flew for many hours.
The light grew dim as the beast gave in and landed on its talons.
Soft and round they touched the ground and squealed like pigs in fallow.
Alighting from the silvery beast and eager for the challenge,
he gathered with a band of knights at a local tavern
for a place to stay and to plan a way the beast to slay,
when he saw the king's young daughter.
He stared agog like a love sick dog as he laid his eye upon her,
exotic was she with her silken skin and gentle and elegant manner.
She looked at him and he saw her grin which took his breath away.
The princess sighed and winked her eye, a different beast she hunted
Her hair aglow in soft warm tones her golden eyes aflutter.
A spell she cast to lure her catch and imprison him in her dungeon.
The knight of old, his soul she stole, his quest was now forgotten.
And so it's told of a love so bold, a man's love for another,
Her hero now with a different vow, a new quest did he follow.
He asked the king,"May I give a ring, to your lovely daughter?"
The king agreed, eager was he, to find this girl a husband.
They moved away to a magical place, a kingdom unlike others,
where kids can play and sing all day and irritate their mothers.
Through many days both bright and grey they strove to love each other
Though times were hard they made their way, their problems just a bother
She bore for him, as time ticked on, two gentle loving daughters,
and there he stayed until old age as husband and as father.
...and they lived happily ever after.
09/16/15
Will you join your voice as one with our voices
Every nation is crying out for a new direction
Across every language speaking in unison
Race against the destruction before its late
Every moment, it is becoming more precious
Together with our voices together, they'll hear
How we're are tired of the government' choice
Eradicating our hope for future generations
Violence has no pleace if we choose peace
One voice doesn't mean we have one order
Individually, we can all share a united dream
Cost to us all is we leave behind land of hope
Earth needs our help and all our protections