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Thinking out loud, I thought our love was forever,
Stay with me darling, and just hold me for all night;
I have nothing, just memories to remember,
I will always love you, though you are out of sight.
Stay with me darling, and just hold me- for all night,
Angel, sad you died and flew up like a feather;
I will always love you, though, you are out of sight,
Where does my heart beat now- in the rain and thunder.
Angel- sad you died and flew up like a feather,
Dance with my father, oh, my dad would hold me tight;
Where does my heart beat now (in the rain and thunder),
My heart will go on, forever into the light.
Dance with my father- oh my dad, would hold me tight,
Jesus take the wheel, oh can you hear my prayer
My heart will go on- forever- into the light,
I'll be seeing you, in my dreams now and ever.
Jesus take the wheel- can you hear my prayer,
I have nothing, just memories of you to remember;
I'll be seeing you- in my dreams, now and ever,
Thinking out loud, I thought- our love was forever.
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May 16, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/I'll Be Seeing You
Copyright Protected, ID 16-791-218-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Songs used for inspiration:
Thinking Out Loud, by Ed Sheeran
Stay With Me, by Sam Smith
I Have Nothing, by Whitney Houston
I Will Always Love You, by Whitney Houston
Angel, by Sarah McLachlan
Where Does My Heart Beat Now, by Celine Dion
Dance With My Father, by Luther Vandross
My Heart Will Go On, by Celine Dion
Jesus Take The Wheel, by Carrie Underwood
I'll Be Seeing You, by Billie Holiday
He asked many people.
And sought the wisdom
Of wise people .
Because it has the ability
To teach and educate
He cited cerro gordo
as a perfect cite to
Build a college.
To recreate something that
Once existed and give life
Back to an area were the
Ancient secrets of yesterday
Can teach and educated students
Of today and tommorrow.
He saw schools of carpentry, masonry,
Plumbing, culinary, hotel management,
Clothes making, theater, jewelery making,.
Tourism, business administration, medical
Drone college, terrafugia and jetoptera
Creating traffic and logistics to remodernize
Areas reelctrifcatiin and machine college.
Desert farming and water harvesting, and realestate.
Greenhouses, helping people means educating them.
ODE TO COFFEE
Published Hill Rag, Eskimo Pie, Coffee with Underwood
Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire
You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious brew
And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bitter {sweat} (sweet?) ambrosia{l brew}
Every time I inhale your {witches brew} (witch's brew)
I am filled with power, light and love
And everything is al right Jack
If only for a few fleeting minutes
I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms
In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post dinner desert drink
I love you my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world
And you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I've never had a bad cup
Of that I can be sure
Even the dismal coffee
Served at Denny's at 3 am
Is still sweat loving coffee
Even the farmer brother's diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Asking for another cup of divine delight
Coffee always is there
It is always on and piping hot
With hidden dark secrets
Swirling in its liquid essence
Coffee is my last vice
My only legal vice left
Coffee does not cheat on me
It is always faithful, always true
It does not turn on its friends
And all it asks in return
Is that you come back
Cup after cup after cup
A good cup of coffee
Is a little bit of heaven
In a cup of dark liquid hell
Coffee is like a drug
But a good drug that does what is should
And never complains
It does not get grouchy
It does not hurt you
It does not make you crazy
But allows the muse to come out
And play with it
Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristocratic English tea
Coffee started the London Stock market
And started the gossips mills running
Every great invention
Was fed by coffee's sweat brew sweet allure
All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee's magic
Yeah
I sing my praises
Of the great glorious coffee lady
Long may she continue
To be my sweat companion
Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire
I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too
She asked her daughter to explain fully
How she became the target of a female bully
“The bully said I have an odd, long face
The kids cried, ‘Disgrace, disgrace, disgrace!’”
“Oh Mom, please, is it true?
Is my face odd and long, I’m asking you?”
Oh sweetie, I’m sure you heard it wrong,
No doubt what she said was O-B, oblong
“Oblong? Oblong? That sounds worse!
What is an Ob? It sounds like a curse!l”
No, no, my precious there is no disgrace
Many famous women have an oblong face
“Famous women? I hope it’s true
But can an oblong face be pretty too?”
Of course they can be both famous and pretty
Some even viewed as most attractive and witty
“Who are they, Mom, please tell me who?
What are their names? Who? Who? Who?”
Kim Kardashian, Carrie Underwood, Liv Tyler
Victoria Beckham, Maggie Q, Sara Jessica Parker
Meryl Streep, Angelina Jolie, Lisa Kudrow
Courtney Cox, Mika Jovovich, Gwyneth Paltrow
“Mom, I don’t know who those people are …”
That’s ok dear, each one is a star!
Having an oblong face is a reason for pride
A good thing not bad—no reason to hide
“Thank you, mom, I feel so much better
When that bully shows up I’ll just laugh and forget her!”
Mom’s huge hugs are always the best
Helping us see how much we are blessed
Passages In Life
Others will hurt you, its a known fact
Why do I feel I am under attack
At first I felt a little revenge
For the hurt I was feeling deep within
But the lord showed me there was another way
To leave all in his hands, to pray
As though my eyes saw for the first time
My heart was lifted, it was back mine
I could let this hurt go away
Because he showed me a passageway
He gave his best for you and he gave his best for me
Passages in life, set me free
The doors are wide open for you to come in
Some lead to light, some lead to sin
Choose carefully which passage you take
It is so easy to make a mistake
Never again will I let another bring me down
Its a place of darkness, will lead you to drown
Live your life right and love is the best
The lord will see you through all the rest
He gave his best for you and he gave his best for me
Passages in life, set me free
Wish recorded by : Carrie Underwood
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
The light that loses, the night that wins
And time remembered is grief forgotten
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
and in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Spring Light
Depths of darkness, deep
earth, night and Winter-
these are alchemy for Spring
Plain brown,dormant bulbs
bring forth such magic things
Time and motion turning light
re-cycle joy and grief
And memories as old as time,
are formed from lives so brief
Our Mother earth
has tolerance-all things she abides
Over forgotten scars her forests creep;
her shores are washed in healing tides
Cloud and mist and miracle
bring forth the flowers of spring
snowdrop, asphodel, hyacinths
renewing every dream
A sweet millenium of Springs
like clockwork cycle round
With faith we watch for them to come,
blossom by blossom .
I remember only too well
when years ago and once more
the clouds of my mind and soul
hung way below the horizon
pernicious weeds took well to it
infested my brain
grew roots and shooters
obstructed neuronal pathways
and pesticides only seemed
to further all negative growth
and now has come that time again
I am not talking about
a few thistles or dandelions
more like ragwort spreading
incessantly overtaking what
had been beautiful meadow
back then my wife soulmate and lover
made me clear a square meter or so
of our overgrown garden
and it seemed tedious and pointless
but almost like in prayer
I got down on my hands and knees
and fought the half acre or so
eventually the house and garden
became pleasing enough to sell and move on
thickets and malicious underwood
has sprung up again
a bracken underwood covers the ground
infiltrates me through every crevice
grinds up cracks and remorseful pores
the same cracks which are made
for the sun to shine threw
today I own an allotment
which has taken badly to
lack of care and involvement
time to move forward
with enough of the past being present
and for making every day count
in order to heal
I might keep some brambles
to harvest and even harvest some fruit
for now I must remember that one square meter
over time adds up
and that the elements are able
to cope with distress
and with myself
So many things come to us in life
some valuable others not worth much
when it's a gift one feels so good
making it something you want to clutch
God has given the gift of understanding
yes even you and I can truly have this
but do we really recognise it as such
as when compared to that passionate kiss
Consider how much we understand
concluding with a mind so very full
truly gifted all from heaven above
far more precious than the purest jewel
This gift of understanding so divine
it's a godly imperative so very true
such is a token of God's love
another of God's gifts for dear you
To understand any riddle is swell
but to this special gift is Solomon like
whatever crosses our street we can see
but understanding is our special strike
(Quote: 'This gift of understanding isn’t just a good idea, it’s a godly imperative
.- Teri Lynne Underwood)
The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide note in the Underwood typewriter on my desk, beside an ashtray of Blanche's lipstick smeared butts. Putting back on, the bifocals that had been dangling from one ear; I frown. I can't remember arriving? A phone's ringing; I stumble toward the tone. Odd looking thing, I think, as I bend over. The note taped to it says; it's a cell phone? "What the hell?" As I flip it open, I'm tackled. My heel slips on a broken pencil; I'm down. "What did you do? You bastard," he bawls, waving an airline ticket in my face. Looking toward him, I notice the stage still lit. He grabs the cell phone, "What the hell is this? You a commie spy?"- The 'phone? screen?' says 'Fred go to the opera house by midnight or you're both dead.' The curtain parts revealing a pool of blood: a chord is struck.
It's midnight accordin' to the ticker. I have a moment's relief before my arm's wrenched behind me. I'm cuffed. There's a shout from the lobby and the sound of sirens. Lifting me, he shoves me to the wall; locks me to the door pull. The theater hall appears empty except for us. Through a door, he charges. "Back here guys." The SWAT team arrives. "Smells like the dead in here Marco's, where's the body?"
"Ask him. Take him out and open some damned windows will ya." Two of the gorillas toss me on the porch under the moth laden lights. Just when the cop was about to kick me in the head; a woman screams. The coppers run inside. I hear a crash and a half dozen clod hoppers trompin', then through the door rolls a single gold earring. I scream "Blanche!!!!!!"
The crew hollers CUT-PRINT-It's a WRAP. I smile as Blanche saunters out.
Plush lips and a pouty face,
still I can’t hear a thing you say;
Distracted by all the work done
in the name of high fashion;
Now you look just like a toon,
sponged with what’s real covered up;
Pineapple skin seems a bit phony,
leave all that at the bottom of the sea;
Starved for attention;
I see it in those sparkling eyes,
plush lips, and a pouty face;
To erase such natural beauty? Tragic.
Morphed into a filtered edit,
straight from the bottom of the sea;
Plush lips and a pouty face,
still I can’t hear a thing you say.
Response To Beauty Queen By Bailey Underwood