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Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble guitar fused with a funky mix of
in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes.
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.
Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot
Being in a state of mixed emotions is always a job for the educated and lonely
Each time I heard her voice in writing or in voice, my attention was for her
Sometimes a state of silence is needed and at other times the when the Virgo (I) become silent then it is a different feeling
We feel more than others when it comes to the pain our family feels
No matter how long we remain quiet from one another , the feeling is still the same
Education has led us to see the truth before a person speaks
Sometimes those with no neurons or clear neurological pathways will see us as a stone
Whether it is the one refused or the one being used to prop their cart of bull, no more we say
Our title is deserved for us and our eternal mate
Loneliness is a cloud that rains and calms the heat of the earth (and the mind)
In a coffee shop, while pontificating life and legacy we meet the person in the rain
They have gone through much as us
Two souls joined in sorrow become stronger in happiness
YWHW has brought them together and out of limbo for the chance to walk into paradise together as male and female, he created them!
Peace be upon all that need assurance in knowing that they are important
Never lose hope as it chases You as a phantom in the future.
The paths will cross
They are older now of course,
even their fat tabby cats are living longer,
contrarywise, the world is younger,
the world has caught a disease,
the sky is getting closer to the ground,
and the ground gives way.
They are older and more lost now,
few are ever found living in the day,
though their gandering minds
will remind you precisely
of the weather on any Wednesday
in March, forty years ago.
The cities are almost empty of them,
they have been removed
to further outskirts,
parts given new names,
since the end of those alien wars.
They have forgotten the horror,
forgotten,
their shocked, unready husbands,
sons and daughters,
that ran toward the ravening monsters.
We were all unready,
the government, and the military
fell apart in days,
in the end we prevailed
with bolt-action rifles, knives and axes,
even our clawing hands.
We used to call the old ones,
Alzheimer patients,
they live in a world not yet drenched
with the blood-soaked gore
of our own memories -
how we envy them.
We used to be huge baseball fans
(The Yankees, but, of course!)
And followed all their games and cheered
Until our throats were hoarse.
Our fervor somehow waned and now
We couldn’t even name
The players on the team, although
We still enjoy the game.
While visiting Milwaukee,
We learned there would be a match
Of the Brewers and the Pittsburgh Pirates
Which we (pun!) could catch.
The Pirates pitcher, we found out,
Had quite an arm to wield,
So my husband got us tickets
And we headed to the field.
Their ballpark is a beauty
And we joined in with the crowd
Rooting for their favorite Brewers
As instructed – very loud!
At inning six, a race is held;
Five “sausages” compete.
The winner was Chorizo,
Bratwurst,* sadly, in defeat.
The final score was 4-2,
The Brewers with the prize,
The Pirate pitcher taken out,
Which was a big surprise.
Despite not being N.L.**fans,
We had a lot of fun,
For certain sayings hit the mark
And “When in Rome…” is one.
*The others include Hot Dog, Italian and Polish
**National League
Of course I love my wife,
but there is some thing,
she can't see, what you mean,
to me.
I feel like I have known you before,
in another life I'm sure.
You can even read my mind,
know what I want to say,
you know Iam thinking of you today.
I would help you in times of trouble,
one call and I will be there, on the double.
We used to chat away ,"five hours"
I hear you say.
We talked about this, and that,
yes we did laugh.
we went to Paris, and Rome.
all on our own.
I hope when the time,
is right, we can continue ,
you and me.
Our world is only a click away,
Lets go on a journey,
what do you say?.
On Rosh Hashanah, what we do
Is throw our sins away.
We save them up all year, but then
One day we have to pay.
A piece of bread (or else a rock)
Is used to represent
Whatever things we’ve said or done
That we’ve come to lament.
Some moving water is required –
A river, stream or sea
And into this we toss our sins –
At least, symbolically.
Then hopefully our slate is clean.
Some prayers we do impart
So we can face the coming year
With what’s a fresh new start.
If only we could take our fears,
Our worries and our stress
And make them likewise disappear –
What joy we would possess!
What beauty in this angel's eyes?
A single glance is all it takes
To capture the heart and soul of a thousand men,
And mine have been ensnared a thousand times or more.
One look, I fell,
And still I fall.
Endless and infinite depth,
These are no mortal eyes.
So dark, so deep,
Yet illuminated from no earthly place.
There are no words that can be used
By this poor mortal fool,
To express the beauty and the sense
That is conveyed by just one glance
In to an angel's soul.
She claims there is evil within these darkest orbs,
But I say, no, my love,
In truth I'm sure there is no room for evil to reside.
For each night, I saw God in your eyes.
Little Wally, the caterpillar, was very sad.
He didn't want to hang out with his dad.
Papa asked, "Why are you so down, son?"
I'm used to you having tons of fun, son.
"I want to be like you; dad; I'm really slow."
" You'll get your wings, and you'll go go!
"Really? You were once like me too?"
"Yes, son, long ago, I was like you too.
"Well, when did the change happen, dad?"
" I spent time in a cave, and I was glad,
The coolest thing was I came out with wings".
"Really? That's how you got those flying things?'
"Yes, and it's going to happen to you too, son."
So cheer up, find your pal Al have some fun.
I used to be younger
I used to be stronger
I used to be a good lookin’ whore monger
I used to be more lackadaisical
More free lovin’, more free thinkin’, less reliable
My hair hung low all the way down my back
I didn’t have a care or a lack of a lair
I always had my brother's back, still do
But just not as much with the lack of you
In my life now
I used to be surrounded by friends
I used to be less lonely, and rarely alone
I used to be a little less stuck in the mud
I used to be in a lot less pain
A lot less strain on the brain
Or in my back
If only there were a pill
To just make me feel
Young again. Ahhh, to feel young again!
Is that a whole lot to ask for?
It was late on Saturday night,
the girls were out for fun.
We were in fancy dress costumes -
I was dressed as a nun!
We had got our seats booked to see
a psychic medium.
We’d had a busy week, so could
escape from tedium.
Heading off to a bar, we looked
such an amusing sight,
sipping cocktails in our costumes -
we gave so much delight!
We giggled like schoolgirls, but soon
time came for us to go.
We walked to the venue to see
our pre-booked psychic show.
But much to our chagrin, we found
that it had been called off
due to ‘unforeseen reasons’… at
this “psychic” we did scoff!
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