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*** Angels Always Nearby ***
“All day, all night. Angels watching over me, my Lord.”
(an old. slavery gospel song lyric)
Loving
Me always as God has asked them to do…
Holding
Me even when I may not feel them…
Praying
With my soul to grow in God-pleasing,
God-touching ways…
Listening
As I breathe or whisper, laugh or cry out…
Knowing
The words and needs that my heart and mind
speak silently inside…
Comforting
The sadness and pains of my somedays…
Seen
With their wings draping starlight
by my bed as I dream at night…
Heard
In the chorus of songs my heart and soul joyfully write…
To remind me that I am altogether fine
and always loved, because I am a child of God…
Given
Blessings of Love to grace
my every new and thankful day…
Wearing
Their friendship and faith brightly in many colors…
Moving
Where needed when called or sent,
even faster than light, even if needed to cross galaxies…
Knowing
The hopes God has for me and my own ways
To go to help others, my family, and to sing praises to Him
Staying
Beside me all my life…
Guarding
The doorways and passages anywhere near my standing up
or my resting in bed…
God’s good angels are patiently
By me always to protect and guide…
God’s many angels
Come in many types and sizes.
Likely, you’ll never truly see an angel
At least not one as bright yellow as a lemon
Or as gold as the sun; and you’ll probably
Never hear a band of invisible angels calmly
plucking and strumming green ukelelees.
Still, there might be two angels ready to let
let it all hang loose in the cosmos
Wearing blue shoes and playing kazoos, — happily
Too, for just a child as you!
And it’s so fun, so easy that you
might try to play a kazoo, too!
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This is first draft of a ms, for young children.
Each heading will have its pg, w/an illustration by me.
I call the illustrated angels for this, “children’s angels,”
more in the style of children’s artwork. My hope is this work
may foster youngster’s concept of a loving & caring God, also
as with His divine gift of protecting angels.
Any helpful notes or ideas much appreciated.
(c) sally young eslinger 1/23/23
Thanks be to God…
These are my English translations of songs sung by Dimash Kudaibergen.
This is my translation of one of my favorite Dimash Kudaibergen songs, the French song "S.O.S." ...
S.O.S.
by Michel Berger
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Why do I live, why do I die?
Why do I laugh, why do I cry?
Voicing the S.O.S.
of an earthling in distress ...
I have never felt at home on the ground.
I'd rather be a bird;
this skin feels weird.
I'd like to see the world turned upside down.
It ever was more beautiful
seen from up above,
seen from up above.
I've always confused life with cartoons,
wishing to transform.
I feel something that draws me,
that draws me,
that draws me
UP!
In the great lotto of the universe
I didn't draw the right numbers.
I feel unwell in my own skin,
I don't want to be a machine
eating, working, sleeping.
Why do I live, why do I die?
Why do I laugh, why do I cry?
I feel I'm catching waves from another world.
I've never had both feet on the ground.
This skin feels weird.
I'd like to see the world turned upside down.
I'd rather be a bird.
Sleep, child, sleep ...
"Late Autumn" aka "Autumn Strong"
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
based on the version sung by Dimash Kudaibergen
Autumn ...
The feeling of late autumn ...
It feels like golden leaves falling
to those who are parting ...
A glass of wine
has stirred
so many emotions swirling in my mind ...
Such sad farewells ...
With the season's falling leaves,
so many sad farewells.
To see you so dispirited pains me more than I can say.
Holding your hands so tightly to my heart ...
... Remembering ...
I implore you to remember our unspoken vows ...
I dare bear this bitterness,
but not to see you broken-hearted!
All contentment vanishes like leaves in an autumn wind.
Meeting or parting, that's not up to me.
We can blame the wind for our destiny.
I do not fear my own despair
but your sorrow haunts me.
No one will know of our desolation.
Keywords: Dimash, song, lyric, translation, lullaby, SOS, S.O.S., autumn, strong, fall, earth, earthling, bird, world, distress, cartoon, cartoons, sleep
With the break of dawn, as I watch you sleep,
... sun peeks in.... with gentle fingers on your face....
The morning wakes again, ..and day begins,
... ours to linger in,... close within love's arms.......
Tomorrow seems a distant place, too far to see from here,
Our yesterdays will fade somehow, like faces in the crowd
But wrapped in warmth of midnight's arms, are moments that allow
to keep me high up in the clouds, on a stairway to the sun
I've caught you with your guard down, dreams I cannot know
I'm bound by love, as blinding as the morning's afterglow
The new day keeps a promise, catching you asleep
I see the jealous sun caress, but, ..you are mine, alone, to keep
Your sleeping face, reveals to me... that time and space stands still
And what I feel, ........I know is real........may nothing break the spell
I feel my breath escape, and watch you breathing soft and low
in afterglow, of night's embrace,
...when midnight's promised words were vows
Interlude melody..............
Shadows flirt across the bed, but I know you dream of me
I watch you sleep, as the sun peeks in, with warmer undertones....
In the blushing light, of the night's embrace, are vivid afterglows
Across the bed, the light grows bold, and turns the red to gold
Tomorrow seems a distant place, too far away,.... too far to see from here,
Our yesterdays are vanished stars, lost traces in the clouds
But wrapped in warmth of midnight's arms, where moments have allowed
to keep me high up in the clouds, on a stairway to the sun
High away........high away.........high away on a stairway to the sun
High away.......so very high away........high away, there beyond the sun
Take me there........take me there........ high away.........so high away....
Take me past the sun, to that place, to that place within your dreams
so high away.........high beyond the sun
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8/11/14 For Contest Sponsored By Craig Cornish
"Another Song Lyric"
Written to the music of Peter White's "Life Story"
[Song Lyric]
Brothers and sisters have we plenty—
The sun, the moon, and stars on high.
Hours in the day we've four and twenty—
Mountains and trees and lots of sky.
People may call us 'salt of the earth'
And say that our weight in gold we're worth.
Then why are we feeling such a dearth?
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
The trouble isn't that we're never satisfied or insecure.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
A double negative doesn't make a positive when you're poor.
Winters and summers have we many.
Autumn and spring are ours, it's true.
But food and clothes we've scarcely any,
So time can be a bitter brew.
We try to be thankful and humane—
Our good nature always to retain.
Still once in a while we do complain.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
The trouble isn't that we're never satisfied or insecure.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
A double negative doesn't make a positive when you're poor.
Happiness can't be bought with money.
Laughter and love, we know, are free.
Nevertheless it isn't funny
To live and die in poverty.
We're fortunate that we have our health—
Yet sometimes a wish we wish in stealth—
That we could have just a bit of wealth.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
The trouble isn't that we're never satisfied or insecure.
We haven't got enough— got enough.
There's simply not enough— not enough.
A double negative doesn't make a positive when you're poor.
~ Harley White
Song Lyric, from – “East of the Sun and West of the Moon”
From: One Two Three a Trilogy – Two – “East of the Sun and West of the Moon” – a rendering in musical theater by Harley White – based on the version in Norske Folkeeventyr, collected and recorded by P.C. Absjörnsen and Jorgen Moe,19th Century
Excerpts from Trilogy – click on “Trilogy excerpts”…
[ harleywhite.awardspace.com ]
Mohamed Bouazizi,
a poor man
who sold produce from a cart,
in a country bleeding from the open wound of corruption,
got up that morning
expecting to do nothing more
than support his family with the sales he could make
selling his fruits and vegetables.
He played the game like any Wall Street banker.
Buy low and sell high.
Unlike Wall Street he faced heavy regulation.
Unlike Wall Street he was physically
slapped
in the face.
Unlike Wall Street... Mohamed Buoazizi had no power.
He tried.
He tried to find some power.
He ran to the governor's office in an attempt to get his electronic scales back.
The doors were closed.
No one would listen.
"If you don't see me, I'll burn myself."
Mohamed cried.
This... was his only power.
He walked down the street.
He bought a can of gasoline.
He walked back to the governor's office
and stood in the middle of the street.
He screamed,
"How do you expect me to make a living?"
And then he set himself on fire.
Mohamed Bouazizi's last breath
was the birth
of Tunisian Winds.
Mohamed Bouazizi
was not one of life's winners.
He was only trying to support his family,
And live a decent life,
Like so many others.
But listen!
Because of Mohamed Bouazizi
something's growing.
Tunisian winds!
There's more to life
than being a winner
and so often the winners
they forget
that their world is built
on a multitude of shoulders,
a sea of blood,
an ocean of human sweat...
the shoulders, the blood, the sweat
of men and women
like Mohamed Bouazizi.
Tunisian Winds blew along the shores of the Mediterranean.
Tunisian Winds blew through Egypt and Libya, through Oman and Yemen.
Tunisian Winds blew through Morocco and Lebanon.
Tunisian Winds are blowing.
Tunisian Winds shook the banners in Zucotti Park.
Tunisian Winds are blowing.
Sometimes they seem to go still. But they are still blowing.
They just keep blowing.
Tunisian Winds
Tunisian Winds
Tunisian Winds
I thought that falling in love was basic, something any fool could do;
And, being smart, I knew I’d be O.K.
But now I know it’s not so simple, ‘cause I missed my step with you,
And I really lost my balance right away.
And now I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.
Caught between a kiss and a sigh.
Torn between ‘No way,’ and ‘I love you,’
In that trap between ‘Hello’ and ‘Good-bye,’
Yes, I’m caught between a rock and a hard, hard place.
Well, I’m not even too sure I like you, and perhaps it’s not required;
Maybe a lover’s just not meant to be a friend …
But I am certain that I love you. Oh, Babe, you really light my fire,
And I guess it’s pretty stupid to pretend.
So now I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.
Caught between a kiss and a sigh.
Torn between ‘No way,’ and ‘I love you,’
In that trap between ‘Hello’ and ‘Good-bye,’
Yes, I’m caught between a rock and a hard, hard place.
I’ve a feeling you’re not good for me, and maybe I’m no good for you,
And I think we really should have stayed apart.
I feel I’m losing my identity and I suspect you feel that too,
And it’s doing so much damage to our hearts.
But we’re still caught between a rock and a hard place.
Caught between a kiss and a sigh.
Torn between ‘No way,’ and ‘I love you,’
In that trap between ‘Hello’ and ‘Good-bye,’
Yes, we’re caught between a rock and a hard, hard place.
My head says ‘We must end it now,’ while my heart cries ‘Let me stay!’
How it might have been, I guess we’ll never know …
But now the best thing I can do for you is just get up and walk away:
If you really love me too, you’ll let me go …
Because we’re caught between a rock and a hard place.
Caught between a kiss and a sigh.
Torn between ‘No way’ and ‘I love you’,
In that trap between ‘Hello’ and ‘Goodbye’.
Yes, we’re caught between a rock and a hard, hard place.
This is a song lyric.
Country/Rock - think DollyParton
The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.
The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy cheek,
As she fired her fledgling flights;
They heard the fair Maid "Eek!"
Chorus
"Sing Hey Ho, best beware!
Hey Ho have a care,
If ye've any pretty parts,
Ye'll keep them out of there!"
The bowman smiled and nodded,
As the Maiden struck a pose.
"Try again M'Darlin' Dear,
"But watch out for y'er nose!"
The Maiden rubbed her forearm,
And looked back with a glare.
Nocked another arrow shaft,
And hit the bull's-eye square.
Gentles all they tipped their hats.
The Marshall cleared the field.
The Maiden went to fetch her flights.
The men trod close at heel.
Returning with a manly stride,
Yet again, she took her stance.
The bowmen's eyes all glimmered,
With mischief far in advance.
Chorus
Pulling back her bow string,
To her crimson cheek so close,
She let another arrow fly free.
The string hit her in the nose!
Tears welled in the Maiden's eyes.
All the gentlemen rushed the Dear.
Wiping the pretty lassies face,
Of every single tear.
They brushed the few stray auburn locks
From before her green-brown eyes
Handed her the fine longbow,
And heard her sorrowful sighs,
"Do try again M'Dear Mistress,
But for your form we fear,
So, be very, very, careful Maid!
Keep those nipples out of there!"
Chorus
'Twas 'pon the final flurry,
As she drew string back to cheek;
"Thwack" went the taunting bowstring,
And again the Maiden "Eekked!"
Her cheeks they blanched a deathly white,
'Pon her brow there came a frown;
Still, when the Marshall called count;
She gamely shot the round.
"Sing Hey Ho, don't be scared,
Hey Ho just take a care,
'Tis simply a friendly warning
Not to put ye're pretty parts there!"
Verse I
Who serves up burgers in pie squares
calling them different I’d beware?
Who makes the golden arches look rusty
stealing the crown from ol’ Burger King?
Who dulls Taco Bell’s ring?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
Who’s gives away a Dave’s single for free
and now accepts EBT?
Who’s never had to ask where’s the beef?
The double double’s all the proof you need
Who’s got real smile appeal?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
(Chorus)
And Wendy’s has golden fries
Treats that will make you sigh
And Wendy’s has chili as well
a baked potato h-o-t as hell
(Refrain)
It’s the best
Above the rest
Above the rest
Verse II
Who’s freckled face on their slogan
red pigtails and old-fashioned ribbon?
Who’s waay better than other fast food
more than finger licking good?
Who’s thoughts of McD’s fades
Who’s dreaming of quirky braids?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
(Chorus)
And Wendy’s is never frozen
It’s all made to order
made to order
Yeah made to order
And Wendy’s has fizzy soft drinks
And Wendy’s has every flavor
me thinks
(Refrain)
It's above the rest
Above the rest
Above the rest
Flute soloing
Drums soloing
Verse III
Who’s sipping on a strawberry frosty
While sing-i-n-g her favorite song?
Who’s flipping out about her new striped dress
all the while she’s skipping along?
Who’s Dave’s daughter a-n-y-w-a-y?
Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s
Standing on the sloping lawn by the lake
in the pouring rain
hoping this ritual will ease my spiritual pain,
(dreams slain, memories profane)
arms wide
(as if crucified)
palms up, head tilted back, holding perfectly still,
(like The Fool on the Hill)
now this song is running through my head,
(hard to believe all but one of them are dead)
understanding the lyrics now, finally, in my old age,
(having overcome the youthful rage)
more things making sense,
(like that there's no such thing as coincidence,)
I can make my body be still but my mind races on,
an unspoken marathon,
wishing I could achieve Zen,
remembering when
I was a kid watching Kung Fu,
the serenity he knew,
my mind now leaping to the Carradine clan,
Hollywood's one-time leading man,
the patriarch John
and how my father's older brother
was a good friend of his,
(a familial brush with show biz)
the rain is letting up
(wishing my brain would shut up,)
soaking wet, hair plastered, peace unmastered,
life is overwhelming, an endless disaster,
my mother's face in her coffin:
cold and white and hard as alabaster,
and you wonder why I sleep so much (!?)
why I'm so out of touch (!?)
It's so my brain will BE QUIET
to quell the INNER RIOT...
The doctor gave me Xanax
I think I'll try it.
©Danielle White
Here's a story, of a cheating con man.
Faithfulness, he does demand,
that's the way, hes got it planned.
He has her, eating from his hand.
He's a liar, and a cheat!
Gosh darn man, drives for weeks.
Never will be, hers to keep.
Better run girl! Its getting deep!
He's always gone, while shes at home.
His eyes, have been known, to roam.
While hes talking to her, on the phone,
all of a sudden, his service is gone!
He thinks, she will never know,
and besides, she wouldn't dare go.
Maybe, let a few tears flow,
Her true feelings, she won't show.
Hes a liar, and a cheat!
Gosh darn man, drives for weeks!
Never will be hers, to keep.
Better run girl! Its getting deep!
She wants his time and attention,
but this only causes, friction.
He wants her butt, in the kitchen,
and to stop, all that silly wishing!
Now, this girl isn't wise, for her years,
although, she knows, what she hears.
His unspoken words, only confirm her fears!
She just doesn't, Change his gears!
Hes a liar and a cheat!
Gosh darn man, drives for weeks.
Never will be, hers to keep.
Better run girl! Its getting deep!
Only so much, can she stand!
She wants a man, that will hold her hand.
Everyday, she won't live in dread.
A woman needs to, hold up her head!
Not worry about, her face being red...
Well now ,that's the story of
"How he killed, her love"
He should have, put her above,
not after, everything else, he does.
That's how, she became a was,
Cause, hes a liar, and a cheat!
Her heart no longer, his to keep!
Let the next one, kiss his feet!
This one has, admitted defeat!