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I always think of you on the first of May
Recalling the New York Mining Disaster
What a tragedy it ruined my holiday
For whom the bell tolls expressed the broadcaster
Recalling the New York Mining Disaster
Stayin Alive would have been a miracle
For whom the bell tolls expressed the broadcaster
Immortality? Guess I am cynical
Stayin Alive would have been a miracle
My secret love died that day; now I’m alone
Immortality? Guess I am cynical
If I can’t have you I don’t want to go home
My secret love died that day; now I’m alone
Such a heartbreaker! Forbidden love so right
If I can’t have you I don’t want to go home
You should be dancin’ right here with me tonight
Such a heartbreaker! Forbidden love so right
What a tragedy it ruined my holiday
You should be dancin’ right here with me tonight
I always think of you on the first of May
Beegees Titles used - the Beegees were prolific songwriters writing well over 900 songs for themselves and other artists
The first of May
New York Mining Disaster
Tragedy
Holiday
For whom the bell tolls
Stayin’ alive
Immortality
If I can’t have you
Secret love
Alone
Heartbreaker
Love so right
You should be dancin’
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05~30~16
At the MC1R Mutation Station
Like everywhere else, we’re fighting inflation
This economy sure does take it’s tolls
A few cutbacks, but within regulation
Just to meet our minimum sales goals
We started shipping product without any souls
They may also come with a few freckles less
Not many noticed, according to our polls
We tried to ship faster to boost our success
With a new promo called the ginger express
Still not as quick as that hot-tempered mail man….
His delivery speed is one to impress
In a cost saving effort for our new plan
The current shipment will only burn and not tan
They can, although, make their own vitamin D
Saves on natural sun light for their life span
There was a shipping error at the factory
The Emerald Isle put in an order you see
We shipped 10 times the amount there instead
They’ll stay as per our no return policy
We soon hope to put these cutbacks to bed
Our product really is as great as they’ve said
Industry led in all things chic and unique
This brand new batch of clever, feisty, redhead
For all fellow Redheads that have trouble with automatic doors, cheers!
Each day I climb a dozen poles
Or venture into underground holes
To run the lines that carry tones
Of voices into people's phones
Protect me Lord as I climb high
The poles that reach into the sky
And please, Lord, catch me should I fall
But better that not happen at all!
And as I crawl through dark, small spaces
Don't let me get stuck in one of those places!
And Lord, give me a sturdy truck,
And trusty tolls and lots of luck
Because my job isn't glamorous
Or thrilling, hip or amorous
But it can be fun, though kind of scary
Which is why I need you to be wary
And make sure I come home okay
At the end of every day
And as I run each telephone line,
I'll thank you Lord, for making this job mine
Visual air fading Into night,
Eyes becoming shunted with
the bending of the light
My sound becomes an echo,
My soul becomes a mirror,
Me becoming you,
To nearer be.
Not grasping, but releasing,
Not gasping, almost breathing
Forsaking all the world for your touch.
I cannot make myself so small
To disappear yet still exist,
The finest line between
My shadow and your mist.
Summoned by your gaze,
My eyes see only everything,
My lips un-parted speak in kisses
Deep enough to fill the oceans of this world
And all the worlds that there could ever be.
Your lips are mine, your heart becoming me.
I disappear in you.
Emerging into life anew,
Unchanged but uncontaminated.
Shameless shamen
Dancing to the beat of Heaven’s fire.
The whispered sound
Of backgrounds visual life
Whose touch so piercing soft
That I am left amazed and dazed
Deep depressed beneath the edge
Of wisdom’s knowing knife.
And I bleed out and disappear in you.
So willingly would I become
That which you create
Forsaking life for truth
Forsaking life for beauty
Forsaking all for this.
This mad, sad, cryptic moment
Touched by many
Missed by plenty
Now the bell
So freely tolls
As time renews its moment
And I must take such bitter pill,
My leave.
Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!, in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s
Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots.
Put together meals by combining and heating the ingredients in various ways. Prepared bake fix knock up grub rustle up food meshing and mashing,
a preparing organ grinder hun!
See he tampered with seasonings and sauces interfere with manipulate forging, fiddling embossing be happening as to planned Navel foods.
Was an organ grinder
Most food was boiled in the and liquid was run out via taps sort of an Entertainer of meals
Clanging, clinging, metal spoons, forks, plates, pots and pans
Happen go on in the galley. Like he was a one who played a barrel organ in the streets. kinging and clanging pots and pans sounds.
An unimportant person who does what he is told to do would cook so the seamen could eat...
chef in the Navy
my dad was galley organ
grinder Navy Chef
Keeping the craft alive twas a Navy Chef Barrel organist.
Comes and gets it a handful of cooks wheel-turners are keeping the craft alive.
There was an open fire at the back for spit-roasting and seamen
So could apply to use it if they caught a fish three-legged pots were stood in the embers.
Navy dinner time be on sail onboard personnel three main meals per day
.Breakfast: *0600–0700 lunch: 1100– 1230; dinner: *1600–1800
Chef organ grinder played the galley
The galley food is cooked and prepared
It can also refer to a land-based kitchen on a naval base,
Point of view, gourmet to beef stew to a straight design of the kitchen layout.
(CS) with ranks
culinary Specialist
organ grinder chef
“Fair winds and following seas”, food prep and served seamen for those in the United States Navy. Where they have to say farewell to mommy’s and grands meals. In 1940’s World War 2 tolls. To those retiring or leaving for deployment to cut, munch, and eat now from the galley. Of the chefs in the Navy organ grinder manning. Said the galley a method of saluting rendering honors works in galleys the seaman Chef food prep.
My dad Galley organ grinder
11/01/23
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Comfort zone, comfort zone
Touch the screen, turn it on
It’s my favorite thing
Ting-a-ling, bing-a-ping
Once I left my comfort zone
Couldn’t find a way back home
So I took the wrong road
Doing not what I was told
And I knocked the wrong door
Stepped on marble cold floor
Met some refugees there
In blue and yellow underwear
They poured me a cup of tea
And invited me to be
One of them, to get money
When the weather is sunny
Wrapped in flags, we could get
Quite a fortune from that
Sorry its not the plot
That would suit an old sod
Like myself, I replied
Thanks, but I’ll better hide
Then I borrowed the charger
Soon my world became larger
Comfort zone, comfort zone
Fully charged my old phone
It’s for me tolls the bell
And I do what it tells.
We already feel in our anxious hearts
a message filled with peace;
and we already hear in the cold air
those angelic voices saying,
" The troubled earth
needs to welcome the Savior,King of Heaven,
to rid of all that's ugly and unfair...
to spread His message of joy that lasts;
giving hope to all who are waiting
for those distant sounds
of His glorious birth!"
On every door hangs a wreath,
and each window is decorated with garlands
and twinkling, bright lights...
to inspire the loveliest carol!
Everyone is waiting for Christmas Day,
and there's a lot to give to all...
jolly smiles and greeting words
or the humblest deeds of caring hearts;
anything given on this wonderful day
is to be rememembered and revered!
O sleepy bells, wake up
when midnight comes
and fill the gelid air
with merry tolls,
to suddenly cheer up
the good hearts of the big and small!
O sleepy bells announce the amazing news...
when the glaring star
illuminates the entire Universe
to make everyone rejoice!
It's a day that will live on and haunt history,
When a once proud nation, took a leap back in time.
As millions placed their bet on a fat felon,
While a red wave washed away any crime.
Sadly, the majorities' voice was muted, as it
Whispered quietly all the way to the polls.
Where a fraudulent felon convicted a country,
To an incarceration term with heavy tolls.
What's been spoken of in the message is penal payback,
And its vengeful talons are in a Project 2025.
Now those of conscience easily warn of its folly,
As the puppet masters quickly turn to those alive.
This is a turning point in the ledger of liberty,
When the electorate turned its back on reality.
But if I dare to look forward and prognosticate...
We'll bear witness to social and cultural chastity.
Fog
The fog lies deep,
Deep as a whisper,
On Sengekontacket pond,
The far shore only a
Charcoal smudge
Engulfed in smoky gray.
At left, the scrubby dunes
Hunch dark along the road.
The sea beyond blends
Seamlessly into the void,
Where tolls the warning
Of a passing, phantom ship.
Then, ahead, out of the mist,
A pair of yellow eyes!
And a dark and formless beast
Slips by me on the road, silently,
Disappearing, winking red
In my rear view mirror.
When I reach the little bridge,
Suddenly the air is clear!
No trace of fog or misty trees
Or passing, ghostly ships!
Without a thought, I turn
And head back whence I came!
I stop along the sandy road,
Take up my steaming cup,
And scramble through the dunes.
I sit, heedless of the damp sand,
Sip my morning coffee,
And listen - listen to the silence.
Mountain
No sherpa, rope
Or faithful steed
In stocking feet
I do proceed
Each day I climb
Relentless slope
To rest my weary head
And hope
That once the peak
Of my desire
To elevated place
Aspire
Concludes.
No flag or
Selfie pose will take
No Instagram.
No front page stake.
Just me.
To hear the lost applause
Of decades climbing
For the cause
And when the final
Bell tolls here..
The challenge ends.
The final year.
My human vehicle
Now kaput
The mode of transport
No sock dressed foot
My rationale
I will defend
As heaven's stairs
Now, I ascend
The greatest mission
Has to start..
An expedition
Of the heart
Jinjagoliath
13th April 2023