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Word Lyric #7 for Music
“It Isn’t Far To the Dance Floor”
Mister Sinew is just standing still,
By the old phone booth on Pine Street.
He was curb-walking, looking for a thrill,
Now he is stopped, looking for place to eat.
Into Clyde’s Café he casually saunters,
Mister Sinew in shark skin, with dark Melissa in chains,
She looks like a fish flopping out of the waters,
Mister Sinew is up to his old games.
Garçon! Garçon! A table for two please,
There, by the blinking neon light above the door,
Seat us there, in the cool cross breeze,
And it isn’t far to the dance floor.
Two hard cocktails with shrimp hors d'oeuvre please,
And add a nip of rum, to put Melissa on her knees,
But memories of Sister Mary Daniel returns to his brain
And her monotone warnings of his coup de main.
So Mister Sinew tells Melissa to get up from there, off the floor,
And quickly he scoots her out through the back door.
“Hey Ma! I was only lusting for a white whore,
And sweet Melissa went running out my back door!”
Into the traffic tangled throbbing,
Sweet Melissa goes a-bobbing,
Bobbing from every avenue and every confused street,
Looking for anyone dangerous she might meet.
But danger lurks in a ’63 Ford four-door,
Bang! goes sweet Melissa, hit with guts flying galore,
Mister Sinew pulls up in this loud rod with exhaust spewing,
He walks over to her and asks “what are you doing?”
Unable to speak or breathe or be understood,
Sweet Melissa, in sections scattered, here and there,
Answered the best she could,
“I’m dead. Can’t you see? I am up here in the air!
Garçon! Garçon! A table for two please,
There, by the blinking neon light above the door,
Seat us there, in the cool cross breeze,
And it isn’t far to the dance floor.
I was somewhere deep in Kansas
on a Triumph 69’
When your song came on the jukebox
and hit me from behind
I was headed for a bad place
and cared for nothing much
When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart and soul were struck
Entranced, your lyrics captured me
like nothing had before
When you sang about ‘The Gypsy,’
I headed for the door
But something made me turn around
and grab another dime
Ten more times in that diner’s booth,
still lost within your rhyme
Now back inside the bus station
and sleeping on the bench
I scratch your words into the wood,
last dollar gone and spent
My bike outside against the wall,
the kickstand was long gone
And out of gas, my hopes were dashed…
that unrelenting song
Waking up at ten unsettled,
across the street I pushed
The sign said Triumph-BSA,
the owner Mister Cush
He asked, “What’s with your motor,”
I said “Nothing—out of gas
“But worse I’m out of money,
can I sell the bike for cash?
“Would you please just buy my Triumph,
I know it’s old and worn
“It got me here through seven states,
runs great both cold and warm”
“I’ll pay three hundred on the spot,
on that can we agree?”
We walked back up inside his shop,
three bills he handed me
I thought about a bus ride home,
my thumb looked more in line
Facing East on old route 50,
my heart in deep decline
The first big rig that came along
was bound for York Pa.
The driver said “If you like dogs,
I’ll take you on your way”
In York I caught a fast ride out,
two ‘dodgers’ going North
And got back home with hat in hand,
your song to guide me forth
Two years then passed, I met my wife,
four more and our first child
We named her ‘Sweet Melissa,’
her dad back from the wilds
Now forty years have come and gone,
my beard and hair both gray
I owe you Gregg, and always will,
your song, her name—that day
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
For Gregg Allman
I sent this to Gregg in May, 2017. It's on his website.
We spent two days together in Richmond Virginia in
a blizzard in 1982.
Page 222 by melissa lane-morgan july 9, 2009
In the beginning we return to life to die. We naturally rebel-we are born sinners. During our life there is a revolution…a complete cycle. People will think about to make drastic changes, which will cause chaos and use of weapons. There will be a Victory and then a time of sorrow and feeling of loss. God gives us rewards in his own way and angels sing upon us. We are given the gift of knowledge. God will love us always and unconditionally-he will never NOT love us. Disease will be a consequence of sin. Animals and plants are one with their climate. . Humans with their environment. From the deserts to the cities we will have the means of survival. We will long for rhyme and harmony in our lives. The rib story about Adam and eve was a “funny”. Woman was made from the finest silk and was to produce milk and nutrition for her children. We will be blessed with wealth, but we must earn it. If we do not show our efforts and appreciation to God our blessing will be weak, as we did not sow; therefore, we cannot reap. Gods arms are always open whenever you call his name, he will forgive you of your sins, answer all of your questions and carry you through trying times and times you feel alone-He is there. With Him as your weapon, you need not worry about what others think of you, it is none of their concern…this relationship is personal between you and God—and no one, I mean NO ONE can ever take God’s Love away from YOU.
Form:
WEEBLES WOBBLE BUT THEY DON'T FALL DOWN
wicked wobbly weebles both wondrously
Junior Super Stretchy shame
Hippity Hop astonishly
Crazy forts
glow in the dark
Limbo Hop
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
The Cat in the Hat I Can Do That
Junior Super Stretchy I do blame
Sunny Patch Bella Butterfly Hopscotch
Jungle Jive Jungle Jive, Oh my
hold the plastic "amazing egg" and perform moves directed
By the cute monkey on a series of cards
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
But if they tip or drop the egg, they'll wake the giggly baby bird inside
Melissa & Doug Monster Bowling
indoor bowling set is fun, funky, and furry
Set up the pins for a game that's active, but also quiet
—well, except for the giggles
Wobble Deck wiggles
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
challenge their balances and improve their coordination and reflexes
While all the Gen X's walk and text
Falling off curbs and stairs
All this and grand pa dropped his cane
After that he slipped and fell on his can
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
10/31/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
You asked me if I knew ‘the perfect girl for me’
I think I’d be ideal but sorry I’m not free
I’ve got a lovely friend she is Mary from the dairy
On second thoughts no as her legs are much too hairy
Of course there is Annie she’s got the most enormous fanny
It would look better on an elephant the resemblance is uncanny
Oh I forgot about Susie she’s got quite a dark moustache
When you went to kiss her you’d get a stubble rash
I’ve got a stunning Thai friend but he is a lady boy
Beautiful on the outside but in bed you’d get no joy
Then there is Melissa she got the biggest boobs
She gets them out for fun you can see her on You Tube
I wouldn’t introduce you to my mate Regina
She’s had 8 children she’s got a very slack vagina
Poor old Ellie has got the most humongus lips
They’d look better on a trout she’s not one you’d want to kiss
I guess the perfect girl simply does not exist
So sorry to disappoint you please cross me off your list
Jan Allison
10th September 2014
Melissa Lont
1825 - 1911
How does one as low and humble as I
Sum up my life of 86 years
In a mere poem as brief and short-lived
As life itself?
And what is the secret to my long life?
What do I know that you, my friend,
Would like to know
About success and survival?
About good health and good luck?
My answer is this:
Do not complain and do not explain! Never!
And as for being married all those years to Doctor Lont?
Well, truth be known, like Hera,
I knew of my husband’s infidelities.
But I also knew to look the other way
And pretend to not see or know!
I admired Ida Kincaid for her sacrifices to maternity.
But I loathed Ida Kincaid for her matrimonial mendacity.
At her funeral in June of 1903
I aloofly stood across the way
There on dusty Broadway Street
Under the bulbous blue jacarandas
Screaming hallelujahs!
As Mr. White lowered her cream-colored coffin into the Netherworld!
And when Doctor Lont, my husband of 41 years, died of the consumption,
I did not cry nary a tear!
Why should I have?
Now I too am resting within this hard ground next to him.
Next to the man, my man in perpetual suspenders from Springfield,
My man who never ceased being a boy.
For Melissa:
This poem is a message from your garden. I'm so sorry for your loss. May you experience a miracle to restore the beauty of nature and hope in your garden. Blessings, love and light.
Gaia is crying
(My human is crying too)
By Michelle Morris
27/04/2023
They cut down the gardens
Gaia gasped at the destruction
The Universe felt the loss
Deliberate and calculated harm
My human came home to chaos
She is bereft and heartbroken
Silent and alone
The bees and butterflies have gone
Gaia is crying
My human is crying too
Why do people embrace the darkness
And destroy beauty and hope and truth
Foliage rare and irreplaceable
Protected and needed for life
Gone for good this time
By irresponsible and careless acts
They cut down those gardens
Then poisoned the remaining roots
The garden is no more, my human
And Gaia is filled with hurt
Oh, Gaia is crying
My human is crying too
May there be a miracle healing
Of this garden and our planet's heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Melissa always dreamed of being a beach lifeguard,
But when it got to the age when she asked about it,
She was told she could not because of her eye sight,
Since she is visually impaired and so can't see well.
Whilst studying sports science she found the triathlon,
To be a sport which she could do - a guide sees for you,
And so trained hard every day on a static turbo trainer,
Where you don't need someone to show you the way.
Her swimming background means that she does best,
At the swimming part of the three-disciplined triathlon,
The other components being cycling and running, PT5,
But the honest truth is she really loves the whole thing.
In 2013 in Antalya, Turkey, at the ETU European Champs,
Para-triathlon, Melissa won the hip-hop, most desired gold,
And in 2014 in Kitzbühel in Austria, Melissa won the silver,
At the ETU European Champs, where everybody else was.
2015, and the ETU Europeans again but this time Geneva,
And Melissa took the bronze, then 2016, the Netherlands,
And Melissa bagged another bronze. She teaches swimming,
Was born Nottinghamshire in 1990, and trains in Cornwall.
In Rio she won a bronze and so stood tall on the podium,
When the GB anthem sounded for her and Nicole Walters,
She’s already training hard for the next Paralympic games,
Which are to be held in Tokyo, Japan, in the year 2020.
Your voice called out early
when I needed it most
And you turned me around
providing great hope
I was lost till you found me
from the heavens beyond
And the love that you sent
in my heart would grow strong
I knew it was you
calling out to me clear
In the depths of my wandering
your voice was so dear
You opened your heart
and my spirit was yours
A life we now share
with each day evermore
As the years have progressed
our memories have grown
Through marriage and distance
and grandchildren sewn
You rescued my spirit
when I needed you most
From my depths of refusal
you vanquished the ghost
I’ll never be able
to thank you enough
For the light that you brought me
your angelic touch
And I still need you now
more than ever before
To love me and guide me
to save me once more
From the future you called
in those darkest of times
My heart yours to reign
—cherished daughter of mine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May 2, 2018)
So much was taken from me before my life began
By just one choice made by just one man
First you took my aunt, then my Mom and Dad
You took from me the life I never had
My whole life consumed… My mom NEVER stopped searching for you
No name, no face, no age, no race…
Not one single clue.
As children do, I did what my mom did.
I started looking for you when I was just a kid
For 19 years my dad paid for what you did
While you had a family, got to raise your kids
Now that you have a name, your secret has been told
the heartache and brokenness no longer have a hold
Though your evil hand took what was to be
You no longer have the power to take anything from me.
By Melissa Lane-Morgan Branch Dedicated to my family