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Full Time Dreamer
You must want for nothing,
To get all you wished for.
You must have lost everything,
To appreciate it all.
For once it has gone,
You see why it was so good.
You begin to see the bad points,
Weren’t as bad as they seemed.
But all that glitters, really isn’t gold,
And many lies have been told;
To ease your suffering and let you live again.
But no lies can erase the memories of the pain.
So wish for amnesia, or for someone to be true,
Wish for a better life, for me and you.
Wish for a change and it may come,
I simply wish you to be faithful
And I wish I could fall in love.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Catgut
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Gestures and facial expressions
they were advised to
differentiate between
both fact and fiction
to ensure that everyone was
on the same page
Clear points of ending and finishing
plus smooth, seamless transition
from one song to another
A segue is often without a break
in the music or performance
some conductors hire people specializing
in this field to ensure a
proper position
of professionalism taking on
the challenge gives the Liaison
more input on production
and gives the conductor
more time for creativity
unity and cohesion are key
it includes the responsibility of
beat tempo and dynamic markings of
each performance
a walking pace or moderate tempo
to Presto
it is important that all involved are wise to each definition
using examples to show the difference between the two
it is the responsibility of
the liaison to prepare the cast of musician
to there renditions of each
the conductor than can meet the challenge
of forging the perfection
of what has been determined
and composed
and adjusted and readjusted to
give the musical cast the most room
to be as perfect as possible
a demand for perfection
is often used in such professional settings
it is demanded from most active performers
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Songs that are written lyric first or Music first are
often given story to help promote the
interest to al involved
The Musicians and audience both are than fans
of the composers and Lyricists.
Written By:Pobl Yfory
Small wars hostilities disturbances governmental regulations
Can't you feel the force of my blow
Water Gate Cherry Terror Terrorism is a fading thought
Senators consider my speech can't you appreciate talks of peace
Dont you know even the very Powerful have need of the week
Even if denied me my place in life, I would still accept it as from the Lord's hand
And power came to my aid and restored me back to life
And as I opened my eyes I found myself walking amongst wise men
And our Country is torn apart and we haven't yet to fix ourselves
Blue and Red feel these white stars The South and North must unite
And from all points of view all perceptions are valid
Soldiers spys reinforcing the minds of of Great men
A Mason knows how to handle power well especially
When evil powers must be held in check
I am now retired and doing what I have desired to do for decades.
Over a period of at least 60 years, I have in some way been a part
of America's labor force. Just a few minutes ago, I estimated that
I have had some 20 jobs, not counting pizza delivery.
A holiday called Laor Day, is just shy of 2 weeks away.
We are told that there is a labor shortest in America.
About a week ago, a business owner indicated to me that
she could not fill a position for $15PH in her restaurant.
Whether in distribution, transportation, food, or retail,
The same story appears in various forms throughout America.
I'm not an expert in anything, but simply a retired observer.
Common sense observation tells me that work and labor concepts have changed.
We could simplify the problem and blame it all on COVID 19, but a
closer look, even by a casual observer like myself, points to a much
larger and deeper dilemma. I'm sure there is a multi-headed monster
relative to the subject of work and labor, and two of those heads are
'the work ethic and the whole idea that 'there is something for nothing'.
Yes, the work ethic is rapidly disappearing and the 'not so discerning' is being sold a lie about 'the meaning of work'. Work means the same in every generation. Namely, that there is something that I want, desire, or need, and I must work to earn enough money to satisfy that need. As a 'would be president' once said, "It's just that simple".
From as far back as I can remember, I heard the line, "Price and demand go hand in hand". My father was born in 1905, and I suspect that he heard that same line all of his life. No, there are no 'free lunches' and everyone must take some form, some measure of personal responsibility for what goes on, or everyone will die equally, both owners or consumers.
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It don't do much good lookin' back
But maybe if we could
We'd find another way to take
That'd be for a greater good
Maybe it's worth a look
The preacher he thought we should
Nineteen seventy-nine it was
And times was pretty rough
Merle egged the truckers on
And they shot the highways up
They're burnin' Five Points down
Right there in Levittown
Six hours in the gas lines
Then they tell us they run out
Pregnant lady gets up front
Then she's beat up by the crowd
Was a pillow anyways
That's how it was those days
It's been thirty some odd years
Since we really won a war
We left our souls in Vietnam
And still don't know what for
Now Ayatollahs run Iran
Russians in Afghanistan
OPEC's holding back our gas
And we've had enough of that
So the preacher man that tends our flock
Well he goes on TV
He says I been on my mountaintop
Tryin' to see what I could see
Now I'll tell y'all what I heard
I will share with you the Word
If there's anything that's clear to me
It's that we're mired in malaise
Our confidence is mighty low
We ought to change our ways
We're Americans after all
We should be standing tall
We just put a man on the Moon
So we got to fix this soon
Now as your humble pastor
I issue you this call
We must wean ourselves from foreign oil
And do it once and for all
This is gonna take sacrifice
We will pay a heavy price
It'll be one helluva fight
But we'll do it 'cause it's right
Our congregation thought a lot about
What the preacher said that day
But what he asked of us was just too much
So we took the easy way
Maybe that cost us more
Thirty years of Mid East war
With no sign of an end
Could he have been right back then?
I know that art’s subjective;
Everyone has different taste,
So one exhibit that I love
Might be, to you, a waste.
The same applies to music –
Some like opera, jazz or blues,
Country, rock and roll or show tunes –
What some pick, I’d never choose.
And what about vacations?
Many opt for beach or isle,
While a city with museums
Is a trip to make me smile.
Disagreements are expected
Where the government’s concerned,
But to me, what’s most upsetting
Is the lesson I have learned…
That no longer can we argue
With civility and poise.
Respect has been replaced with
Lowlife nastiness and noise.
This has come to be accepted –
Points of view can’t be discussed
And the bullies bloviate and leave us
Trampled in the dust.
...Janelle Hayes was president in those days,
second woman to lead the fifty states,
a career-driven woman, quite well read,
she listened to Chris, all the words he said.
It seemed so insane, the things he did speak,
but Janelle was smart, and realized quickly
that what this kid knew could not be a joke,
if there was no change, there would be no hope.
But if you know the future then you can act,
Janelle could set things on another track,
she knew of the lab, and what was coming,
but sadly we had overlooked something.
You see, Janelle Hayes was just forty-six,
and deep-down regretted not having kids,
as she talked with Chris, who was so alone,
feelings started growing, like none she’d known.
The maternal instinct, so long suppressed,
led her to adopt the time-displaced Chris,
the public knew nothing of what was to come,
just though their leader had got a new son.
It was quite a story, played on the news,
no favorability points did she loose,
and to her credit, she did love the boy,
amidst politics he was her great joy.
But as I said Janelle Hayes was quite smart,
now her mind was pitted against her heart,
she knew the dark future, but knew that Chris
without that future would not now exist.
Which meant if she worked to make a change
the future she’d build would not be the same,
which meant that her son would never appear,
the one she loved most would no longer be there.
I wish I could say she made the right choice,
but if she had I could not give this voice,
the love for her son proved greater in time,
Janelle chose him over all of mankind.
The plague ran it’s course, it all happened again,
the same endless death of men and women,
new memories of this time-loop arose
in all of our minds, it was quite a blow.
We have enough fuel for just one more trip,
and I’ll say that I volunteered for it;
yes, it will kill me, but I do not care,
we know where the lab is, I’m going there.
Some say it may mean war, China had nukes,
there’s a risk to that, it’s a real truth,
but doing nothing just leads to our end,
love undermined us, now there’s just violence…
Floral motifs
Nature glows;
Scented space
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By the quay
Noisy seagulls;
Crazy chatter
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Seaside tryst
Lovers serenade;
Sunset hurls dark
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Wayside flowers
Beauty unnoticed;
Violet miniatures
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Old man
Miniature dog lost;
Sad eyes moist
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Playground children
Frolic plunders;
Touch of magic
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New book here
So much to read;
Happy pleasure
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Journal page
So much happening;
Bullet points enough
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Words assemble
Unfurl new cites;
Why write?
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Plain odd draft
Craft to credit;
Merits stern edit
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Allusion speaks
Much more than hints;
Subtle allegory
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Night shadows
Dance with light;
Midnight wind howls
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Day is done
Late night snooze;
Dreams on rampage
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Sleep talking again:
Clash confronts
Pleading mercy
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Wise words wade
Tough times trade;
Meek moods made
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Odd patterns here
Lewd lines laze;
Pungent posture
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Leon Enriquez
28 July 2017
Singapore
The Three Angels' Message
John looked to heaven, and what did he see?
An angel proclaiming God's prophecy.
Flying with power, proclaiming His Word,
Calling all nations to worship the Lord.
"Fear God and give Him glory today;
Honour the Creator without delay.
He made the heavens, the earth, and the sea;
Worship the Maker eternally."
Revelation, from beginning to end,
Points us to Jesus—our Saviour and Friend.
He conquered the grave, defeated the night,
And holds heaven's keys with infinite might.
With everlasting love, He draws us near,
Replacing our doubts and calming our fear.
Nothing can sever the bond we have known;
His children are safely forever His own.
Yet heaven gives warning both solemn and clear:
Do not let deception awaken your fear.
The beast and his image will seek to deceive,
But God's faithful children will believe His truth.
Satan will counterfeit all that is true,
Seeking the worship belonging to You.
Stay in God's presence beneath His great power;
Walk with His Spirit each day, every hour.
The Spirit of Truth will faithfully guide,
Leading God's people with Christ at their side.
The remnant is called with purpose divine
To lift up King Jesus until He shall shine.
Christ's method alone brings lasting success;
His mercy and love the world must confess.
The Three Angels' Message must sound far and wide,
Inviting the lost to stand at Christ's side.
God still restrains the fierce winds of strife,
Extending His mercy and offering life.
Awake from your slumber—redemption is near;
The coming of Jesus will soon appear.
Though trials may come and persecution rise,
The faithful will stand with their Saviour's eyes fixed on the prize.
Will we be ready when heaven unfolds?
When streets are of crystal and gates are of gold?
Will all of our sins be washed pure and white,
Covered forever in heaven's own light?
Soon every decision forever is sealed,
Each heart to its Master completely revealed.
Then heaven will echo these solemn words still:
"He who is righteous, let him be righteous still;
He who is holy, let him be holy still."
So lift up King Jesus in all that you do;
Let every word and each action ring true.
Surrender completely, His mercy embrace,
Until we behold our Redeemer face to face.
In the year 2319, we can only imagine how and what life will be,
Will there still be families, or just a pooled incensed, breeding sea,
Of writhing, intoxicated humans, clocking in for their lunch hour,
Trying to reproduce and gaining ten more points towards power!
Will mealtimes be as we know them today, or just merely queuing?
For a measly tablet which you must have daily, chewing thus renewing,
Your stamina to surf the planets at a graceful, fiercely unimaginable
Pace, you must be in Planet Venus by 8 docks, o’clock, fashionable!
As you arrive darkness greets you, your spirit, your being generates light,
Only on those you want to see or places that you long to be in spite,
Of the fact that if you stay too long, you sky home will be auctioned,
And your brain scrambled, and laid to rest, without been cautioned!
No rules, no policies, no systems, no charge, no one to give any rating,
Just chaos, and the thought of inhuman elimination, your clone is waiting,
And inherits your looks, your character, your wired and messed up brain,
And this clone will be cycled and recycled for the same to begin all over again!