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Ich weiss schon, was du meinst
I do know what you mean!
Trust me my dearest love—I do!
Whether I say this in German or in English,
my thought and intention with this are the same!
Since we first met years ago the love, fire, and
passion in my heart and soul for you have never
ceased or abated—and they shall never do so!
And the compelling force and the palpable feeling
created by the alchemic nature of our relationship,
shall be with us always in this world my dearest love.
I say this even until it’s time for us to shake off this
mortal coil of ours!
Yet, I say even beyond this mortal plane, the love and the
feeling we share shall find their rightful place at the center
of our respective souls, as we gain our entrance into God’s
Kingdom in all of His Divine light, love, glory, and eternal
harmony!
Worse it could be though, but I dare not ever think of this,
for I believe in the depth of our love, the strength of our
sacred convictions, and the power of our emotions—all
of which shall stand the ultimate test of time and the surety
of our commitment!
And so my love, I say be not ever afraid—for I shall be
with you in your moments of joy, happiness, sadness, fear,
rejection, illness, and celebration. That’s the joyous bond
we both eternally share in God’s very eyes!
Life can be great, it can be glorious, it can be challenging;
and it can be unfair, and it can be wicked for sure—given
the unfortunate ways and foibles of human nature!
Even with all of this said and done—this shall never, ever
alter the love, fire, and passion I have for you in my heart
and possess in my soul my dearest love!
And so my dearest love . . .
I do know what you mean!
Ich weiss schon, was du meinst!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 8, 2015 (Free Verse)
Say, dig what I say
Talkin’ bout a new jazz vibe/
Man, move over/
the Jazz Cookers are hittin’ their stride in the groove to stay alive/
Eddie Henderson/
Cecil McBee/
George Cables,Billy Hart
and Billy Harper/
swingin’ harder jazz be flying/
downbeat, upbeat, man, count It off/
their soul auras are in the jazz notes they play/
David Weiss and Donald Harrison are fryin’ their amps/
burnin’ the house down/
with the jazz club scene in decline/
and record labels cuttin’ back on jazz/
the jazz Cookers have to stay alive and relevant in a jazz-changing world/
so dig, be cool struttin’ as Sonny Clark would say/
you might not always get a payday but you love to play/
the Cookers boss horns are on fire/
hip tones blowin' from the stage/bro, this is the jazz life you chose and after a gig, you might be all alone/
so be in the moment and improvise on your jazz note phrasing/
you’ll find the rhythm and meaning knowing you can play the same note gig after gig night after night/
but different every time/
are you hip to the Cookers?/
they will have you finger poppin’ and blowin' your mind/
wahoo that’s a whole lotta jazz
Under the sparkling autumn sky
Munich is lively during intoxicating Oktoberfest
Where beer barrels roll empty
As scores of glasses are filled with hefeweizen.
The weiss beer brewed from golden wheat
With pieces of ripe banana and clove
Blended with copious splash of vanilla
Is an amazing drink of unique flavor and aroma.
Sweet and fruity unfiltered cloudy ale
With suspended yeast afloat on bubble
Goes down millions of parched throats
The spirit of jubilation floats in fiesta air.
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May 9, 2022
Contest : Sad Backboards And German Hefeweizens
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
This Lyric is written by Sandra Weiss and I have written and played the music for it.
We enjoyed bringing this song together.
Spend Some Time With Me
Feeling a bit lonely
Maybe feeling a bit blue
This is what I ask of you
What I need and it's free
Would you spend some time with me?
So much time spent alone
I'm always on my own
So if you have some time to spare
Nothing special just thoughts to share
Chorus:
It would make a difference
If you would be
Willing to spend
A little time with me
I'm not asking
For very much
Just to talk a while
I may have forgotten how to smile
I think a smile
It could happen again
If I can call on you
To be a friend
Would you spend some time with me?
I used to have much more
I could believe, felt secure
Things change, I ran away to hide
No-one remained by my side
Chorus:
It would make a difference
If you would be
Willing to spend
A little time with me
I'm not asking
For very much
Just to talk a while
I may have forgotten how to smile
Ending...
So you see, if you would only be
The person to spend time with me
Would you spend some time with me?
Repeat...Would you spend some time with me?
LYRIC: Sandra Weiss
MUSIC: Heidi Sands
8/19/19
Yesterday, Oh, I believe in yesterday—Lennon-McCartney (The Beatles)
I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day—Smokey Robinson/Bobby Rogers (Smokey Robinson & The Miracles)
I see trees of green—Bob Thiele & George David Weiss (Louis Armstrong)
Hardships and misfortunes
emerged to be a distant memory
But as my thoughts look back
It seems to reflect a well-told story
When Spring comes to L.A.
Before the month of May
I guess you’d like to say
What makes you feel this way
My girl helps make this day
Red roses true
Flowers bloom blue
The song I sing
A stunning thing
I am just a human
A natural being
Flesh and bone essences
Not an all-seeing thing
A simple citizen
To this land and country
Just one in a million
For life and liberty
Rainbow hues plus
Auspicious light
Skips before us
Rippling and tight
Love was an easy game
Many places to hide
We’ll seek and find your name
As telltale signs to guide
One way they had to go
Was one they did not know
Something they wouldn’t say
Belong to yesterday
Sweet birdsongs sing
Rejoicing bring
This wondrous earth
A new day’s birth
My mirror tells the brutal truth,
a woeful tale of vanished youth
Where one eye squints and one eye shines
and broken dreams are long dark lines.
Emotionless and coldly callous
Honesty without spite or malice
Shamelessly silent yet telling all
Reflecting the writing on the wall.
An image appearing all too clear
Becomes too telling, too austere
Once colorful hues seen on display
Have now faded into a dismal gray
To know and see what is real and true
But then to sadly regret the view.
Telling myself it doesn't matter
Yet knowing, one is bound to shatter.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
The final minute’s ticked its last
For “60 Minutes”’ time has passed.
A word of warning should suffice –
Its murderer was Bari Weiss.
First Anderson announced he’d leave;
His absence will make many grieve.
Then double axes heaved a chop,
Letting 2 reporters drop.
The Sharyn and Cecilia bust
Removed 2 women I did trust
To tell the stories, blow by blow,
The public has a right to know.
When Ms. Alfonsi spoke her mind
About a cancelled show, she’d find
The bigwigs didn’t like her nerve;
Her canning she did not deserve.
But worst of all was letting go
Scott Pelley, who, as we all know.
Was “60 Minutes”’ heart and soul
And perfect for his starring role.
He pulled no punches and did speak
With well-placed anger; his critique
Cost him his job. Ms. Weiss sure botched
A show we eagerly once watched.
I recently wrote a poem My Beloved Cat, when my 16 year old cat went missing on August 25th. Miraculously he was found and he is home safely with me today! :)
A kind woman had found him near her house 2 miles from where I live. She was kind enough to feed him for the last 6 days, even though he would not come to her. She called the shelter and I had already notified them, so they contacted me today. I was able to go there and call out to him and he returned in my arms!
If my muse comes back, maybe I will add an additional poem about reuniting!
Thank you to those who have supported me on this here and everywhere else! Prayers have been answered! :))
Also a special thanks to poet Sandra Weiss for a very special card!
Well-established wonder-stricken wayfarers will work with wizards,
who worry worm-eating warblers will wander by with Wyandottes.
Witchdoctors wallowing with Weiss beer will widen willowy wonky
widow’s walks. Who? What? When? Why? Why not?
Wonderful wearisome woolly Willies whose wrinkly wiggly whatchamacallits will weigh whizzing wingfish whipped wildly within Widow Williams’s whirlybird’s window wells. Who? What? When? Why? Why not?
Why wayfarers? Witches? Wizards, Wolverines? Witchdoctors? Well, woks, workbenches, wobbly wickiups, were wildly wanting whiffle ball’s wishful wildcats, which is why we were willing to wind up wolves, women, and worst-case woodcocks into worthy wayfarer’s winter wineglass widgets within wonderful, wise-cracking
woodland’s wee-folk who reside within wizardly wigwams.
Who? What? When? Where? Why? Why not?
Warm whoopee wayfarers welcome willing witchdoctor's whizzing whatchamcallits on Wednesdays with wonderfulness.
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I have so many friends on soup,
it’s hard to pick just one
To narrow down to just a few,
it just cannot be done
Heidi always brings a smile
Brenda tempts my heart
Sandy posts poetic dreams
Connie’s whispered art
Gershon really makes me laugh
Maureen, she can write
Hello There and Andrea
make my mornings bright
John, who makes the soupers sing
Nina, she’s a hoot
Kim can pen most anything
Pixie’s words so cute
Sunlite you are number one
you’ve always been my friend
I’m sorry I omitted you
it won’t happen again
Anne-lise always makes me think
Ilene sure can rhyme
Brandy’s thoughts are beautiful
Eve makes poems shine
Limericks are Jan’s forte
Affection is Cay Cay
Alexis, Chantelle, Carolyn
take my breath away
A warrior who floats on wings
A very Silent One
Bobby May bring happiness
and Spock, no wait, his son
Disco, Beth and Jeanne are new
at least they are to me
Janice, Tania, Sandra Weiss
much talent in these three
Line and LuLoo and Dear Heart
well, what more can I say
So many poets I call friend
on any given day
There are a few from long ago
when I first found this site
I can’t forget to mention them,
it just would not be right
Charmaine, I miss her the most
Paloma just as much
White Wolf wrote some crazy stuff
Darren had the touch
Agnes, Leanna, Anne-Marie
all were friends of mine
Becca, Dale, Lisa, Sue
Poetry so fine
Christy, Daniel, Freddy, Lin
so many from the past
Forever doesn’t happen now
it seems some things don’t last
But back to what I’m trying to say,
before this poems’ done
So many here that I admire,
it’s hard to pick just one
So, thank you all for all you do,
the kindness that you show
I’m blessed by every one of you
and wanted you to know
Inspired by but not written for Bobby May’s Pick A friend on Soup poetry contest
Oh hell, I going to enter it anyway. I know it won't win because it doesn't follow the rules but rules are meant to be broken, right?