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Pain tells a tale,
Now straight and clear;
Pain makes the sale,
Watch feelings steer.
Pain has a way,
No-nonsense style;
Pain flings full sway,
Breach of lame smile.
Pain knows a lot,
Speaks a clear strain;
Pain flings full plot,
Hurls sure and plain.
Pain takes a poise,
Knows what to say;
Pain sparks a choice,
Keeps count of play.
Pain wears you down,
To make you know;
Pain hangs around,
To prime your show.
Pain answers bold,
The way to feel;
Pain can seem cold,
Yet helps you heal.
Pain knows you well,
To save your hide;
Pain helps you tell,
To bear life's tides.
Leon Enriquez
21 Mar 2014
Singapore
Impish Legacy
by Odin Roark
He was like you and me
Arms
Legs
Regrets
Passions
With little that stood out
Save his church-Sunday handshake
His calloused palms
Telling much of
This no-nonsense man
His plaid shirt
Always starting off clean
But wrinkled
Hating to bother anyone
To iron
Wafted oil and soil by midday
The kind sometimes tied
To grease monkey slurs
Labor-ravaged pants
Covered legs of hardlife-stamina
Where given his bumless backside
Help was always needed
But
Snap-of-his-thumbs suspenders
Imprinted proudly with Monroe’s famous
Skirt-blowing pinup
Kept shortcomings intact
Here was an everyday man
With time galloping by
Waiting for no one
He rose at 6
Quick coffee
Out the door
Down the road
8 at the yard
Change this one’s oil
Replace that one’s brakes
Add up the receipts
Take home the earnings
Make another deposit
College won’t be cheap
Leave front door open
Son’s out late
Comfort frail wife
Crawl into bed
Labor’s hand gentle
Jergen’s hand longing
Spooning together
Smiles and pain
Always slow to slumber
So went this life
Until it didn’t
The funeral brought
Many more wafts of oil and grease
Friends of a feather
Still flocking together
With tears and sadness
While upon his face
A subtle smile well known
Belied the crossed hand atop his chest
Some of us knew
He was dreaming
Just one more snap of the suspenders
One last reminder of life
Such became an impish legacy
One who acquired so much
Yet took so little
Grenadilla
It's a story about
a family of musicians
they lived a life where
they wished the world
to think of them as believers
and no-nonsense individuals.
It was said that Poppa
had 16 children with
two woman
all we know is that
this woman he'd married had 11
of his children and only the
third to last of them
was questionable as to who the father was
all who knew the Poppa said that he was the Father but
a memeber of the Womans family claimed they
had seperated and were dating outside of the relationship.
They went to the KitKat Club in the big city you see,
there they saw " The Mitty Duchess Show" with
Frizzy Mussay and the Grumpty Seven Singers
we they talked about the show for y4ears
always saying they'd like to go back.
They alway talked about music.
We the children were the same loving music and theather.
They wanted musicail instruments ; but
the father refused to buy them.
Saying that these things before him
were evil. Music is to consider a gift
but the foolishness of people
allows us to think anthing "live"
is evil.
He was really a mean man, he liked and loved
his family but loved the attention
he received from talking about his family to
people who were unmarried or in bad situations.
He was cursed and nearly beaten when he bought the subject up at the bar.
The guy told him to shut the $u@K -up and buy those knappy headed good-for-nothings
the dam44 instruments.
The Poopa called the man a punky F4gg$t saying he wasn't man enough to get a woman and he was to stupid to get a man. That did it the fist got balled up and people had to seprate them. That night he told his wife he'd need to go
to the campgrounds to get a job with the circus in order to have the funds to barley afford used and bashed up instruments.
Dissect is a no-nonsense word, meaning to cut up, to cut open, to examine in detail. My first recalled encounter with dissecting took place in my high school biology class where we dissected a frog. That was more than 50 years ago, and I suspect that frog dissecting is no longer allowed. But a reexamination( a dissecting) of The Declaration of Independence is providing me an even greater appreciation for the determination of our forefathers to be liberated and free at all cost.
Were I to fully dissect the Declaration of Independence there would be multiple parts of the examination. I will, therefore, be brief in exploring a few noteworthy aspects of the declaration.
In as much as their belief in equality was limited and selective, let it suffice to say that 'equality beliefs' was a work in progress. But there can be no denial, history revisionists notwithstanding, that they were firm in their beliefs about Truth, Creator, Supreme Judge, God-Entitlements, and Divine Endowments.
243 years ago, thirteen colonies represented by 54 men declared their independence from Great Britain, the most powerful nation on earth. They had very little military power but were energized with purpose and unity. Clearly, the weapons of their warfare were not carnal but mighty through God. They were neither fearless nor fools but very courageous.
They had no illusions of grandeur nor delusions of haloes, but their cause was just, their pursuit was righteous, and their reliance and dependency were upon The Supreme Judge of the world. With a trusting heart full of steam, never impeded by things they did not comprehend, impelled by a cause,
and pushing forward full speed ahead, they were 'all in'. There was no doubt about their commitment as expressed in their own words in the last sentence, "And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor".
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Tony Adamo (February 3, 12)
Gospel testifying soul burn’n and funk bumpn’
The chitlin circuit, funky nite clubs and low pay
JB came up with a jazzified innovation of funk laid out on a foundation of R&B, soul, innovative, revolutionary organic funk built on JB’s backwoods feel for soul power/
His new exciting funk brought dancin’ and partying back to the streets baby with his million sellers on the record charts/
With his no nonsense and take no prisoner dance steps on stage, with his throw back jack the funk is back/ with his off the music radar chillin’ technique of yellin’, screamin’, moanin’ soul funkin trance of a voice burnin up the airwaves with/ “I Feel Good” and “Papa’s got a Brand New Bag,” “Cold Sweat”
Bridge:
People get up, get up on the JB yeahhhh
He’ll have you dancin’ dancin on the good foot
James Brown workin’ his ahh sex machine
Oh Yeh, We’re gonna have a funky good time wellll
Gota get up Gota get up heyy
Gota get up now wellll
Gota get up
Gota get up
Get up wellllllll
In ’56 JB hooked up with Sid Nathan of King Records and Soul Brother #1 took shape morphing into the globetrotting suitcase full of funk tones,/ THE GODFATHER OF SOUL and later into the hardest workin’ man in show biz/
Gimme that James Brown sound rec executives were yellin’
Sly Stone, Tower of Power, Earth Wind and Fire, The Ohio Players, War,Michael Jackson, Prince, the Fatback Band, just to name a few owe their sound to James Brown
Bridge:
Gota get up gota get up
Get up get up wellll
People gota gota get up now
Hip Spoken Word from Tony Adamo's Miles of Blu CD
Christmas day seemed to always land on a Sunday, when I was a miss.
Weird, but church is what I always remember every single Christmas
We would wake up too early, and get sent rapidly back to bed.
Our parents took no nonsense from any of us, their rules in lead.
We were told when we could come out, not one minute before.
We did not have seventeen presents, or hundreds of them galore.
We usually had three or four presents apiece, this was not grandma’s house.
The cookies left out for Santa had been nibbled, as if there had been a mouse.
We tore open the wrapping and got something we never saw coming.
This was before TV showed us what was valuable, or what was slumming.
We liked whatever it was, or at least pretended to like it.
For to do anything else would have caused a huge parental fit.
We thanked our parents, and helped set the breakfast table.
We had to call our great aunts Dorothy and Miss Mable.
To say thank you for the hand-knitted stuff they sent to us.
They loved hearing from us we gave them such a big fuss!
Sensationally super, and Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel!
Comments: During my twenty plus years of military service I was always called
Spence, J. That's just the way the government does business. This acrostic is
about Spence, J. It's crafted on a combination of alliteration, assonance and
consonance sounding words. Eggnog at Christmas is my favorite. Having a
Sunday afternoon sundae at the ice cream parlor is oh so tasty. Wow! I just love
it!!! Anyway, here are some comments on writing an acrostic. The basic acrostic
poem is formed by writing a word vertically down the page, which may also be
the topic of the poem. It’s recommended to use one letter per line, and the
beginning letters should be all capital ones. Each line of the poem should begin
with the letter on that line and the line should pertain to the word or title being
used. Some may recommend using one word or a phrase which does not have
to rhyme; however, one may move beyond the basic acrostic form and use a
complete thought with a rhyming sequence. It’s also recommended to use
adjectives and phrases that describe the word or subject of the acrostic. Finally,
one may take the quantum leap and write a double acrostic where the first and
last letters of each line are the same.
If there's a will to do something,
Even if it's a herculean task;
You'll try each and every option,
If failed, you cannot help but ask.
You'll ask yourself or somebody
How to address any problem;
You'll never cease to find ways,
And will earnestly apply them.
If you are sincerely serious,
Neither lighthearted nor playful;
If you are a no-nonsense man,
Then you'll want to reach your goal.
But if you have no will-power,
Neither if you're true nor honest;
Though if it's an easy call,
Alibis won't be truly missed.
Truly so, for if you're not interested,
If you're only after self-convenience;
If you're scared to exert effort,
Then there's no way for a clear conscience.
To fulfill God-given task,
You'll need sacrifices to obey;
No matter what woes are,
If there's a will there's a way.
She’s hiding in the garden
At the back of my mind
Down the long green slope,
From now to then -
That child that was
And still is
But no one sees her.
She pretends she’s not there.
Believing in elves and faeries
And brownies that come
In the night to mend shoes
And leave no trace,
Believing in miracles
And love at first sight
And Santa Claus filling
Christmas stockings.
She’s playing in the garden
At the back of my mind,
And no one knows she’s there
Except me.
Who is this grown- up
So practical and real?
No nonsense – deal with it
Jobs to be done so get to it,
Responsible, serious,
Taking the days as they come,
Making decisions, joking
As if none of it matters.
Shell to protect like a turtle,
Not easily cracked,
Revealing nothing
Of the soft, vulnerable interior
Where the girl-child plays
Among the flowers and trees
At the back of my mind,
Believing in love and miracles,
Where days are happy and long
And fantasy reigns supreme,
Far down the long green slope
From now to then.
She had eyes like a wolf that reflected in green,
Reminded me of the ocean when it’s aquamarine —
Her pupils dilated, the look was intense.
I didn't understand, it didn't make sense.
She was a dentist, my tooth was bad to the root,
I wanted to flirt, but the idea was moot,
For I had a girlfriend, so it wasn't fair.
My girl is a bore, but we're a complementary pair.
(chorus)
When reason says “run,” don’t stand there and lean—
toward the eyes of the wolf reflected in green.
Remember the wisdom: don’t be beguiled,
Don’t stare into danger or romanticize the wild.
I pictured the fallout, and the spell was undone —
I walked out intact; reason had won.
Turned out later she was a crook,
Pulled half your teeth with a mesmerizing look.
She'd charge the insurance, or Medicaid
You'd lose some teeth, but she'd get paid
People can be flawed, so many ways.
I'll take the lady with the gentle gaze
My woman has the eyes of a doe
You know what you're getting and you get what you know
She may be a bore, but she's clean
You look into her eyes, and you daydream.
Then she tells you to stop mooning like an old cow
To rake the leaves, take out the trash, do it now
That's the lady who I like to see
No nonsense, but she has integrity.