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Song Lyrics II
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We Come Together, Holding Hands (I)
by Michael R. Burch
We come together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it’s what the day demands.
We come together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We come together, seeking peace;
it’s what the day decrees.
The time is right. The time is now.
We come together, knowing how
the world depends on us to know
the only time to love is now.
We come together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it’s what the day demands.
We come together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We come together, seeking peace;
it’s what the day decrees.
Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch
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We Come Together, Holding Hands (II)
by Michael R. Burch
We come together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it's what the day demands.
We come together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We come together, seeking peace;
it's what the day decrees.
Earthbound,
and yet we fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that all our songs
that echo where mountains stand lifting
the sky…
can be heard.
The time is right. The time is now.
We come together, knowing how
the world depends on us to know
the only time to love is now.
Earthbound,
and yet we fly
through the clouds that are aimlessly drifting ...
so high
that all our songs
that echo where mountains stand lifting
the sky…
can be heard.
We sing together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it's what the day demands.
We sing together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We sing together, seeking peace;
it's what the day decrees.
Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch
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i wrote a giddy little song
by michael r. burch
i wrote a giddy little song,
which u can dance to, all night long;
i wrote a giddy little poem,
it’ll tempt a smile, like sea foam;
i wrote a giddy little line,
it’ll tease a laugh, like a dandelion;
I wrote a song and took the trouble,
it’ll make u smile, like a soap bubble;
i wrote this giddy bit of fluff,
now dance to it, get off ur duff!
Copyright © 2023 by Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: song, songs, lyric, lyrics, music, peace, brother, brotherhood, sister, sisterhood, holding hands, together, friend, friendship
Das Don doth debilitate democracy
driving a collateral wedge
deliberately dividing differences
collaborating, collapsing, and collaring
disparity amidst ever
increasing homogenization
extant within contiguous United States
across world wide web for that matter
attested by increased
spike among multiracial
amalgamated enclaves, individuals mixing,
where preponderance of melanin
generally affecting predominance
regarding increasing swarthy
naturally copper toned skin
across vast majority of heavily
Caucasian populated areas predicted
to become minority
according new statistics
located at webpage
https://www.brookings.edu/blog/
the-avenue/2018/03/14/
the-us-will-become-minority-
white-in-2045-census-projects/
predict the nation will become
“minority white” in 2045
which genetic assimilation
also harken better angels
among us to herald
interfaith marriage represent
according to hyperlink-
https://www.npr.org/
2013/04/10/176802652/
til-faith-do-us-part-
the-price-of-interfaith-marriage
close to half of all marriages
in this country over the past 10 years
(this cited for the year 2013,
which mostly increased since).
No doubt, the commander in chief
buzzfeeds into this inexorable trend
disquieting, horrifying, mortifying...
especially white supremacists
decrying, lamenting, threatening...
innocents abroad, and/or naturalized citizens
taking cruel dull liver re: to heart
acrimonious, caluminous, jealous, ferocious...
hazarding, kindling, tweeting
inevitable demographic transition overtaking
North America, and teeming masses
(particularly whose skin color,
perhaps fifty shades of brown,
albeit I hereby posit as
forthcoming second, yet
nonpareil gilded bronze age).
Relatively insignificant disparity
(within schema, asper genus/ species
*****sapiens per se)
people comprise greater similarity,
versus starkly disparate contrasts
between each other,
nonetheless oh bomb men able
enthuses, maximizes, trumpets...
every opportunity to spark
altercations, conflagrations, exhibitions...
animals veritably tearing each other
satiating human blood lust,
where coordination, integration, union...
welcoming brother/sisterhood, tolerance,
versus filleting, fomenting fracturing
mosaic boosts ego
inherent narcissistic tribalism!
a flustered tango of Gypsy moths
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists;
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost
in unkempt fields; space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between cultural
appropriation & cultural appreciation; the history in our dust;
loneliness & heartbreak; trivia; funky funerals;
climate change, hurricanes, earthquakes & neglected
victims; heirloom charm bracelets, homemade
wind chimes & the homing sound made by a singing bowl;
masquerade balls; cityscapes hidden in ant hills; fly
fishing; serendipitous skinny dipping; missing children,
teddy bear memorials, forensic identification, monsters
never found in sleepy towns; the horrors of zoos—
elephants gone mad, lions robbed of their pride;
book reviews; civil unrest, bad cops & good cops & young men
gunned down; brand new fire stations; cancer survivors who wear
baldness so beautifully; my favourite pair of jeans; river rocks
found by dearest hands; a letter that can never be
received; joyful celebrations; incandescent dragonfly
dreams; twenty million at risk of starving to death;
wildflowers shaking pretty little heads;
misogyny disguised as religion; forgotten veterans who die
a bit more inside every day; the rainforest, shrinking;
saintly stoners & postulant prostitutes; toxic smog;
madmen with warheads; cheese cake & ice wine;
every personalized Kama sutra move & the God-given
ecstasy of body on body language; holding hands;
why one giggle can change everything; Thanksgiving
prayers; abandoned minefields, boy soldiers & devastating
amputations; the songs of the working poor; lightning
over the lake; his timely phone calls; brotherhood & sisterhood;
love in its every form; old maps; twenty-one gun salutes;
the extinction of the Galapagos Giant Tortoise; being
five, being twenty five, being ninety-five; kites; dogs chawing
on ragged rawhide; church-like museums on a Sunday
afternoon; make-shift picnics; deja vu; thrift store
wedding dresses; long drives with comfortable silences;
fading freedoms; censorship; seamless moonlight;
introspective dalliances with self-acceptance; the power
of purpose; how to be the bigger person; how to go
in a new direction; how to rise above . . .
"What were you doing around here," I said.
"Don't you know what happens to men who are
Caught by my huntresses?"
The man built up his courage and stood up
His eyes traveling the course of my body.
My body would not be used to pleasure him so,
I swiftly punched him in his jaw.
My renewed strength was a blessing
For it sent the man flying back to the ground.
I murmured a thanks to Zeus for clear skies this night.
"O beautiful Artemis," he quickly said. "I only had one wish,
That was to be able to see you in your glory.
Though it may cost me my life; It was well worth the price."
His prattle scratched at my nerves.
"You stupid man," I said to him.
"I will spare your life for it will not be I who kills you."
I snapped my fingers and the man was transformed into a Weasel.
His new body let out a human-like squeak of surprise.
I held my hand out and my spear came soaring
Through the air straight into the palm of my hand.
The spear head began sparking and I grinned joyously
As the weasel began to try to escape
From the circle my huntresses had formed around him.
"It is quite obvious that you thought I would spare your life so,
You could go back to your friends and tell tales about surviving me.
For that, your death shall be one of humiliation
Without any degrees of honor. Dishonor shall be placed on your family."
All of my huntresses began summoning their spears
And the weasel began to dance around the circle agitated.
Taking turns, the girls began stabbing at the weasel.
Occasionally, they would scratch the worthless animal.
My heart swelled with pride as one of my girls
Finally managed to spear the weasel.
She lifted her spear into the air, holding the carcass up
For all to see. The girls roared in applause.
My heart felt huge in my chest
As I watched the girl's sisterhood bond.
They and the moon were all that I would ever need.
The girls dropped the carcass to the side of the field
And they began to head back to our camp.
Once they were gone, I looked up at the moon
as the light swirled back around me like a good bye.
And so the sun came up and I retired to the camp
The girls had set up for us to wait out day,
Before we could travel again
Under the peaceful darkness of the night
With the light of my mighty moon.
Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of the past!
Damsels birthed beneath the oracles marking of the third
Eyes ethereal dimension, profits magi of the elemental,
Earth, wind, fire, water and air, these the guardians
Of the hidden magic within all living matter, both for
The seen and unseen raw forces of ultimate power!
Amongst this the season of the earthen dead,
These eyes of clarity’s shine, to the sheen of brilliance,
Dipping within the pools of illumination, the stirring
Caldron pot of fortune is uplifted, upwards towards the skies
Of the foretelling, behold the wicked crafts of the
Alchemists charmed.
At the flicker light of the green candle bents in the winds of destiny,
The dousing rod of fate is shone, as the crystal ball flame burns
Brightly against the night, held tightly is the covenant
Hands embraced within this mystical sisterhood and
Brotherhood, the shadows of darkness past ideally
By, for the earth balance must be kept on both
Ends level, the light and the darkness of spiritualism!
As the solid megaliths of Stone Hedge stand tall against
The setting suns horizon, echoes float from the farthest
Edges of the planet, a mystical rhythm of ancient times
Sounds thumping, with the natural essence of life itself,
As the earth witches of the world unite in this winter
Solstice of the season of the dead!
Within the circling orbs of reality, a twilight duality
Exists within the realm of the ethereal on a higher
Plain of knowledges recognition, and the reader
In the light of spiritualism, shines in the afterglow
Of the beyond his or hers physical awareness, a fifth
Sighted seeker, the gifted physic, or magi of the
Humanistic soul!
Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of the past!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO MY MYSTIC ROSE
HAPPY HALLOWEEN SISTER OF THE HEART
Oh please for the sake (and sock e)
of brethren deemed friendly, i be
see-ch ye with genuine humility
to desist launching nuclear missiles.
This American bloke put his lock,
stock and barrel of gunmetal faith
in mister Dennis Rodman to serve
as a figurative lightning rod against
any aggressive actions that would
set in motion the end of civilization.
Not only would the majority of homo
sapiens (yes, some clusters of earth-
linked yahoos might still remain a
live) suffer a nasty, short and brutish
death, but also other flora and fauna
could be equally annihilated. Under
stand able, those grievances against
sanctions against the populace of north
Koreans (who most likely experience
unfair hardship) fuels resentment against
the hegemony of western powers. Many
of these societies authoritatively bran
dish their devout pledge for concurrence
with democratic principles. Any endemic
protestations declaiming objection to
the American way affect an immediate
alarm. Imposition of so called "puppet"
regimes get forcibly installed those
countries leaders who run counter to
capitalistic productivity. This one anon
a muss citizen of those fifty states also
takes umbrage how might of american
to predominate and demand that other
nations follow suit solely based on what
agrees with those like minded in power
sans the brotherhood/sisterhood of vast
swaths of the global population. No
great expectations (by dickens) to affect
passionate sentiments per those pea
poles somewhat hermetically sealed
off and separated (viz - by the demilitarized
zone) from the billions of other human
beings. Thy sole missive from one older
mwm dreads locked linkedin catastrophic
chain reaction of events once atomic war
fare triggered by the disgruntlement over
some differences in outlook could possibly
resolved via "active listening" and access
to exchange a word of reconciliation. As
one flawed chap prone to his own bouts
of anger, he attests that more positive plea
sing results can prevails with the treat of
world war three diffused in a manner that
plays less havoc once unleashing of weapons
of mass destruction occurs!
Form:
Love becomes a mix of four obscurities:
Reproductive evolution, sexual lust, needed companionship, and insecurities
Human beings are guided by a false sense of infatuation
But it is biology that guides human beings, in a process of frustration
Love is the fairytale we all try to disbelieve
But deep down inside, we all believe this phenomenon is not make-believe
Boys await their goddess of blond hair and blue eyes
Beautiful bodies and perfect thighs
Girls await their knight in shining armour
A man of great prestige and excellent valour
We all wait for the perfection we experienced in the world of ideas
Before the invention or conception of our lives
The movies make love seem so easy
A magical mutual spark of interest; it's all just so cheesy
In the real world of love, you will find that most want to use you
Abuse you, chew you, spit you out and won't excuse you
As we grow, we find that the goddess is nonexistent, and the knight of shining armour is
long dead
Instead we go ahead
We lower our standard to something more achievable
And look for someone with a spirit more meaningful
As we are constantly in competition with our respectful brotherhood and sisterhood
Some will find their soul mate right in front of their gate
And others will burn in their desires and curse our chosen fate
Reproductive evolution, sexual lust, needed companionship, and insecurities
We look up towards the sky of fate and destiny for the missing love in our lives
Damning us completely is the curse of death
Eventually experiencing our loved ones breathe their last breath
And one day acknowledging that our breaths are counted
The angel of death will forever hover above us mounted
His axe swinging downward when we least or most expect it
We soon grow old and in pain
We realize that this life has not much to gain
We experience that the darkness surrounding has made us slightly insane
We see that although we stuck to their rule, law, boundary, and lane
That we sit here waiting to conclude and be born again
But only after our bodies and strained and chained into the earth beneath
As our soul escapes from between our grinding teeth and in the sky of fate and destiny
for 10 seconds Serena Williams danced
the Crypt walk at the Super Bowl
and because of those ten seconds
the world completely lost control
In 2012 she also danced after
her London tennis championship win
yet the world's perception of that
produced a negative spin
how dare this Black woman
dominate their sport?
how dare this Black woman
dance on their tennis court?
resilience in our joy is what
Black women are all about
we may fall down but we bounce back
with nary a doubt
for our resilience grows out of
our challenges, disappointments and pain
our ability to bounce back
is how we have sustained
somehow, some way we will always
show up and show out
for in our resilience and in our resistance
any situation we will surmount
after fleeing from the Egyptian pharaoh
Miriam and her sisters danced for joy
their resilience and resistance in their oppression
kept their spirits from being destroyed
as women have been resilient
since the beginning of time
because our strength of character and adaptability
gives us the fortitude to perpetually climb
out of life's pits of despair and abysses of hell
women keep on bouncing back
as the joy in us continuously swells
we got biblical joy that allows us to rejoice
and be a joy to God
which gives us our resilience
and the strength of heart
for it is in the presence of God where we find
healing and comfort for our souls
where we get a fullness of spirit
that makes us joyful and whole
we get resilience in our dancing
which is the embodiment of true joy
because dancing releases endorphins
our pleasure hormones get deployed
we get resilience in community
because as women we move in unity
we find our joy in our sisterhood as our strength
in each other manifests communally
transformative resilience allows us
to bounce forward and not bounce backward in life
as we move in resistance with persistence
wielding our Spirit of the Sword in the name of Christ
no longer will we be reluctant to show the world
our Blackity-Black
for we are women with a resilient joy
and we got our godly bounce back
Memorial Day
So many sacrifices
Known and unknown
Soldiers, veterans, marines, and troops
Going above and beyond
To protect
Some have passed away
A moment of silence ??
We honor you today
To all of your families
A silent prayer is said
Thanks so much for all you did
Sacrifices for our country , what does that really mean?
"giving up personal desires, comfort, and even one's life for the greater good, prioritizing the well-being of the nation and its citizens. This can include military service, supporting national initiatives, or even simply demonstrating patriotism and civic duty. "
Unity ??, Togetherness
Helping one another
Forming a relationship
Looking out for each other
Brotherhood, Sisterhood
Being together through the bad and the good
I understand
Acts of service
Service of Acts
Learning the value of things that have been done
Knowing that we shall overcome
All of the obstacles
All of our fears
Memorial Day is here
Memories are what they left behind
To mankind
They took an oath
To do their best
To be set up for nothing but success
So many have lost their lives ??
This is sad
Shortlived
A whole life ahead
They bled for our country
The blue white and red
It's more than just a flag
It symbolizes
well; red symbolizes hardiness and valor, white symbolizes purity and innocence, and blue represents vigilance, perseverance and justice.
That is just a few
The dignity and pride
That it holds
Has no control
Over all that has been taken from it
Some people have sucumb for it
Thanks so much for all that was done
In America and taken even overseas
Thanks for being all you can be
I salute ?? to all
To all I salute
Thanks for all the opportunities given to generations to come
Finding a way out
To help
Trying to create a clear path for yourself
I appreciate all youve done
For years before us and years to come
In memory of all who have fallen
Thanks for your service and walking in your calling
I will forever be grateful
For all
You did when duty called.
Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/26/2025
The dawn spoke her name like a silken secret
carried carefree by the tradewinds of lust and larceny
imported from the traderoutes of paradise and pandemonium,
sequined with violet venom she venerates the virtue of volition
her love is unlawful, unequalled in unrest, righteous in conquest,
tender in temptation, torrid your surrender, her beauty a will bender,
Queen of Empire Passion, warrior unknown to submission
her kingdom was not inherited, glory and throne ungifted,
the treasures, stables and territories, battles and crown all won,
rich in intellect, endowed with rare resources, affluent in original passion
bejeweled in natural beauty, she bewitches beasts and men alike,
Poets pen her preciously as Woman Total, Priests implore her pardon,
male servants pander to her anger and ardor, satisfaction she commands,
Sisterhood the symbol and soul of her mission,
I was just a man, a wanderer wading through her reign,
from the unsubdued North I came, a curious traveler with ancient name,
my tribe unfamiliar, underestimated, a Chieftain of steady pulse,
tresspassing towards her roots my aim was direct knowledge of her
woman of renown cunning and learning, woman of exotic ability,
seeking teaching and romance, though I would not be her Subject or victim,
this she knew, this she abhorred, a challenge to her dominance,
I agreed to meet her alone in the open morning of war,
in an abeyounce of gliding fire she comes riding out of the sun
regalia of black roses against red tears flying above her shoulder,
our horses begin a battle tromp, breaths heavy with moist mania
she has leopards in her eyes
poinsettias and death's palms painted on thighs,
scalps of exlovers and enemies slung on sadle
we acknowledge one another with ritual yell
I exclaim, Warrior Poetess, she screams Poet Warrior!
dismounting with mutual vigor our combat erupts
cutting my cheek with her blade's lip
kicking me in the ribs
I clinch her collared throat
and heel trip us to the ground
she snarls, I growl,
a glimpse of rescue in eachother's eyes -
J.A.B.