Have you noticed how instruments show feelings?
It truly is a marvel to behold!
With the human touch they express emotions
That the musicians may not have told...
The Violins and Violas, how
They sing. They laugh. They cry
In the deepest realms of melody.
It brings tears to the eyes.
The chuckle of the Cello
Brings a smile to the face
As the strings vibrate and wiggle away
From a tickling hands embrace.
The Bows in unison rise and fall
Like dancers in a show.
Jolly whistles make merry tunes
From the Flutes and Picallo.
The delicate twinkles from the Harp
Add some sparkle to the light.
The playful Piano keys compete
And race in this musical night.
The Drums echo out the beat
Of the Orchestral heart.
The rates of which will vary
To the ending from the start.
The audience accompanies
The Orchestral happy hour
With clapping hands and tapping toes
And lyrics voices shower...
Watch and listen carefully.
More than musicians are at play.
The instruments are happy
And they share their joy today!
Trusting takes time,
Play perfect pleasure,
Linger longer lover,
Strike sensual strings.
Open ourselves only,
Enjoy every emotion,
Linger longer lover,
Make merry melodies.
Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
I tripped on a maybe; I slipped on a sigh,
did a dance with chance, as it wandered by.
That flipped the switch—in the blink of an eye—
My fortune lit up, streaking across the sky.
Call it a fluke, call it a break.
Call it pure chance, no hands could fake—
When you riled the give-and-take,
you made luck, drive in its stake.
Let fortuity fling! Let serendipity sing,
Let fortune shuffle its luck through everything.
A stumble, a tumble — then you swoop right in!
to play all your cards—go bold, all-in!
So spin the wheel to clack, clack its spark,
let chance light a match to scatter the dark.
Make merry, and rouse the larrikin lark—
to laugh, sing, dance—a fling in the park.
Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
Love guided me in darkness it restored me
Under mystical rains I entered cosmic dreams
Bard and friend to my King Yearning to enjoy radio's that sing of peace
Lunar module comes down Lining the heavens at dawn
Treaty for sky gazers to be yet smitten with electric beer and make merry for once
Avowed to return where I have yet never been
Knighted by the Captain of heavens armies
Sunder the rebellious descent among my own family and friends
Trusting in my King and Best friend in a world that put him to death
Passing Ships and Fools
When you define yourself
and bare all to see,
the truth revealed
is that they’ll see a fool.
When I was young,
they said I was foolish,
and now that I’m old,
they say I’m a fool!
“No fool like an old fool,” they say,
“clinging to the past!”
When we were young
and tussled in the grass,
some cried uncle, some didn’t;
most of us wavered.
With age, you’d think
we’d learn and get smarter,
but instead, we got dumber.
“If only” woke up
and walked out the door;
chalk it up to experience.
In my youth, I was a sailor
who sailed the seas.
Today, I make merry
and tell stories.
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THE BLOODY PERFECT BUFFET..
There should be a perfect buffet
A table for men
A happy gathering for them
The murders.... the killers of souls
There should be a table for us
After the long days battle
When the bombs rattled and pummelled the sands
When the sun settles and the cries echoes....
Lets us call for a celebration
Enjoy, enjoy and let evil reigh
With a table of the kills
With platter of the deads
There on the tables....
A plate of pounds of flesh of the dead paletinians
A cup of blood of the slain childrens
Memories of all the victims of his greed and power
Satan should be at the table, Netanyahu should be on his right
Let him drink and make merry, for the deads gone
Let hell rejoice at his laughters, upon cries of fallen souls
For zionism reigns and Islams demise
Let evil prevail, let Zionism flourish
When they sit at the table, to merry upon the bloods flows.
Dreaming of a perfect world, A peaceful Israel
Where honey and milk flows, besides a perfect buffet.
My Creed
I live - a child -
Wrapped in feast days of divine whimsy
When the world outlines itself
In blue zircon sparkle
A child of the season
When glittering petals of snowflowers
Rest on barren branches
Casting shadows of bursting light
Into tumult
Where defeated darkness whines
In an ebony gloom,
Cowering
In the amber blush of an evergreen dawn.
Taking a holly branch in my hands
I choose to walk through the shortest days,
Into the longest midnights,
Embracing the fire of the Spirit –
Guardian of precious light
From all consuming blackness –
To stand watch at the apex of midnight bells
To celebrate
Heaving darkness back into its sneering leers
To walk in an eternal festival of the celestial.
I choose to embrace jubilee
Source of golden radiance
To make merry in an eternal gala
And join rejoicing joy
Infecting every fleeting crumb of time
Dancing with triumphant jubilation,
Ambassador to consecrated oblation,
Reaching
Always reaching to receive celebration
From eternity.
You are beside me. I am beside you.
None else is seen around, besides us two.
Cessation, by ceaselessness, is erased.
Unknowingly, are our hearts now replaced?
These streams of fresh water that flow around
These song-filled swaying reeds that make no sound
These tiny lovebirds that chirp our murmurs
Aren't these springtime nature's play performers?
As rains soothe the earth with love, let's be soothed.
Ups and downs of our hearts' cores are smoothed.
Ships in our seas of bliss make merry trips
Should even by slip kisses slip the lips?
We've got more to give; why should we give less?
Should, when filled with love, souls feel any stress?
Drinking from the wells of God-consciousness
Shouldn't our souls be raised to Blessedness?
The Earth is slowly baking
But nobody seems to care,
There’s footie on the Tele
Election Fever in the air.
The rich are getting richer
The poor more beaten down
The food banks growing
In every City and town.
Another summer approaches,
Maybe another of brush fire
But it’s better for sunbathing
As temperatures climb higher.
On the cosmic scale of time
We exist less than a blink
So let’s all make merry while
Pacific Islands start to sink.
The rich man watches his portfolio,
The poor man watches his team
In their own specific way
Each follows their own dream.
Life is so short really
We’re all in such hurry
So I’m all right Jack and let’s
Let future generations worry.
Saharan dust
gold round the lake’s edge
squirrels make merry
It’s not for the mere frail
this cautionary tale
of wicked yuletide fright
Do come inside
and sit hearthside
on this dark and snowy night
A chilling yarn from long before
in the glorious days of yore
At Christmastime, they all gather ‘round
to sing and dance and make merry
Those prone to mischief should be wary
They may vanish in the night nay a sound
Happiness is what St. Nick brings
and many wonderful new things
to all the good girls and boys most deserving
But if your name lands on the naughty list
you may just find coal, or here’s a cruel twist
a vile beast comes for you unnerving
Krampus is known as the holiday devil
when summoned it isn’t a time for revel
In the dead of night, he creeps into their room
holding a birch rod and a large burlap sack
tossed inside as their rear gets a whack
screaming, they’re swallowed into the gloom
Gone forever and sent straight to hell
never seen again or so I’ve heard tell
And all this because some children can’t behave
There’s a moral to learn as you knew there would
please heed my warning and strive to be good
or you’re off to Krampus’s lair as his new slave
I've wrote this rhyme just in time,
To spread some Christmas cheer.
To all my friends, I wish you well,
All throughout the coming year.
Make merry with friends and family,
The gift of love and joy are free.
I wish you all a merry Christmas,
From the heart, it's sent from me.
Merry Christmas everyone.
A hint of cherry
burst of strawberry
O, let us make merry
o'er drinks of fine sherry
I'm going to fly,
and see Ireland,
The Emerald Isle,
My ticket's in hand.
Visit in a pub,
drink pints awhile.
Joke with the Locals,
carouse, laugh and smile.
Eat real Irish stew,
brown wheaten bread too.
Then go explore,
old castles of yore.
It's a must to make merry,
in walled London Derry.
All Through Halloween,
the Ghouls intervene.
Walk in fields of Heather,
A Musky purple scene.
Fragrance light as a feather,
Pristine and Serene.
Stay there at Galway,
for a few days.
Fish in the river,
or on the bay.
Have to see the Blarney,
and give it a big kiss.
Wish for some good luck,
but that's hit or miss.
I'm going to fly,
and see Ireland.
The Emerald Isle,
Spend time with Old Friend's.
There is a land not far away
where magical unicorns run and play;
a land of imaginings and colors bold
where miraculous tales are often told.
A land where tree-nymphs dance and sing
and elves and gnomes the bluebells ring;
Dandelions party with wild strawberries
and fireflies with dragon flies, make merry.
Within this land called, Te’na’lee
where faeries paint flowers and leaves;
the trees will tell you if you listen
why the sun is colored titian.
Climb aboard a friendly dragon
chat with sweet peas and snapdragons;
of the magic that is Mother Nature
you’ll be sure to win her favor.
On sapphire nights within moon’s glow
amazing things you’ll come to know;
and if a unicorn you should sight
then make a wish upon that night.
When you return to your own home
after your mystical Te’na’lee roam;
through the night you’ll peacefully sleep
and eternal happiness you will reap.
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