The Love Song
I woke up early in a good mood, thinking of writing a love poem to my wife.
Looking on YouTube, I came across
“The three tenors” couldn`t resist their beautiful voices.
I was going to find “I believe in angels” by Abba, but first the famous tenors.
My wife woke up and told me to turn it off because she couldn't sleep.
I remembered Lorenzo Marcus, 1964. I was on a ship
unloading cargo destined for Rhodesia.
Everything has changed now, LM is now Maputo
And Rhodesia is Zimbabwe, and it was a good time
for a white person.
So I didn`t play the Abba song as the lyric is banal
And I was no longer in a loving mood
Lorenzo Pietro Berra
was every opposition’s terror
to watch him on film
is like deja vous all over again
Lorenzo a monk from Sienna in Monaco
painted predella panels 'to go '
Highly gifted& poetic
mauscripts another of his 'party' tricks
Life is full of Catch-22s. You can and you can’t; You shall and you shan’t; You will and you won’t;
"You will be damned if you do, and you will be damned if you don’t”
~American evangelist Lorenzo Dow
Without the battle of Armageddon
there’s no Kingdom of Heaven,
There’s no salvation
without the Crucifixion,
There’s no concept of good
without the presence of evil,
No light of day
without the darkness of night,
No yearning for Heaven
without the threat of Hell,
There’s no God
without the devil,
There’s no life
without death.
~02/06/22
~Contest: Buzzwords
~Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues.
Brothers Giuliano and Lorenzo de Medici
were co-rulers of medieval Florence in Italy.
Giuliano was murdered by a rival family.
The assassins were from the family, Pazzi.
They were Francesco de Pazzi and Bernardo Baroncelli.
The infamous event took place on a Sunday
during High Mass at Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore.
This attack happened on April 26, 1478
before ten thousand who witnessed Giuliano's bad fate.
The murder was the product of an elaborate conspiracy.
Executed were eighty members of the Pazzi.
This was a tragic event in Italian history.
I thank Wikipedia.org for information I obtained to write this poem
The Love song
I woke up early in a good mood thinking of writing a love poem to my wife.
looking in the YouTube, I came across
“The three tenors,” couldn`t resist their beautiful voices.
I was going to find “I believe in angels” by Abba
but first the famous tenors.
Wife woke up told me to turn it off she couldn`t sleep.
I remembered Lorenzo Marcus 1964 I was on a ship
unloading cargo destined for Rhodesia.
Everything has changed now LM is now Maputo
and Rhodesia is Zimbabwe, and it was a good time
for a white person.
So I didn`t play the Abba song as the lyric is banal
and I was no longer in a loving mood
STILL A BROWNIE
I have always been, since childhood, a brownie
in a girl scout uniform, on my honor. With Kumbaya
and closing Taps, friendships with my sisterhood,
earning pins and badges with integrity. Instructed
by the handbook and stories of the worker brownies,
who toil by night and are never seen by day,
thus answers the why and when -
never let your left hand see your right hand sweat.
adult-size brownie —
don’t let them see what you do
goodness in each right
4/22/2018
But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know
what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret
Matthew 6:3-4a (NIV Version)
Two songs we would sing:
Kumbaya by Songwriters: John Phillips / Richard Weissman / Scott Mckenzie
Day Is Done (Taps) by: Horace Lorenzo Trim (according to Wikipedia)
Lorenzo Streeter
Was a card cheater
He dealt from the bottom
Till Greasy Bill shot 'em.
Through the centuries, you have shed light on our lives,
with simplicity and humility you've shown.
An encouragement to all, a testimony of faith,
linked to the shared vision of the church of cultures.
Hat is off to you St Lorenzo Ruiz;
with your strong faith in God,
with demonstrated love for Him,
a message of the gospel, a covenant you fulfilled.
In a rapidly changing world,
still your words are poignant and stirring.
called upon to die in defense of your faith commitment,
a sacrifice, a noble and heroic act,
that identifies his martyrdom.
The strength of soul manifests
through your faith and love for God.
Those joyful voices across the land,
add festivities to the human hearts.
What a noble and wonderful man you're!
a model of faith, hope and love.
Your experience of martyrdom gained honor in the Church,
even around the world, you're venerated and celebrated.
Lorenzo Lorraine Langstoth* located the bees passing space
Three-eights of an inch,would gove them grace;
The world widely used this discovery
and copied his patent too easily-
Lorenzo found 'fame' but fortune was not to be.
In 1851 this American clergyman * made the discovery that made honey a viable commercial
food source.
As the wind blows
Through the cold winter air
Even though I'm alone
I know you're still here
With me through the good
With me through the bad
You can make me smile
Even when I'm sad
I'm happy to have you
Here in my life
Hopefully soon......
You’ll become my wife
All I will ever need,
in this world
Is for you to be my girl
And me to be your guy
Together we can make
Our dreams come true
If you are with me
And I’m with you...
I love when were together
And I hate when we're apart
Even though you're far away
You’re always in my heart
-Lorenzo Carty
L.oving and loyal
O.riginal and very classy
R.esponsible and respectful
E.nergetic and eager
N.otable and nosey
Z.any
O.munous personality
You’re the one I like,
You’re the one I want.
You’re the one I will not taunt,
Everyone’s nice,
But you are as sweet as rice.
Even if you are my kite.
You make me wait for sunlight,
For you to teach me.
I am astonished by your beauty.
And I am always by the hall,
You are the one that looks like a doll.
In the middle of fall,
If you recall.
I will miss you,
Even if you turn blue.
- Lorenzo Carty
A head or a tail- which does he lack
I think his forwards coming back
He shimmers through a wall as if a ghost
Looking for a better host
It seems as though he’s spotted me
My body begins to shake because of what I see
I start to run as fast as I can
Now he’s where he last saw me stand
A ghostly body floating after me
I’m scared I’m frightened of what I see
Looking back to see if it’s there
But what I see is a shiny red glare
It’s coming closer what should I do
Again I run from this scary pursue
Now I’ve run from that scary pursue
I start to think of something new
I count to three
Saying there’s no one chasing after me
Now that I’ve regained all of my confidence
I’m ready to over come this hindrance
I run left I run right
Hoping nothing will come in sight
I manage to make it out the door
Now I don’t have to witness this anymore
- Lorenzo L. Carty
My life is a failure
Every time I try to rise up
I fall down
My life is a failure
I dream of things
Which I hope to achieve
But as I age
It seems to rise higher
As my life descends lower
My life is a failure
The more I try the harder it gets
My life is a failure
No stop
I am not a failure
I am a success
I am what was made of me
I am what I dream to be
I am what I make of myself
I am Lorenzo Carty
- Lorenzo L. Carty
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