Part 1
I mourn the time when earth was whole:
Before the coastlines sunk so low,
Before wildfires raged out of control,
Before lakes and rivers shrunk without snow,
Before structures cluttered coastal beaches,
Before the air took away our breath,
Before laws of nature suffered breeches
And 'Acts of Man' hastened earth's death.
Part 2
Poisoned water and poisoned crops,
Man's interference never stops.
Soon the land will be laid bare
With contamination everywhere.
Bees die off before the spring;
Their absence leaves a lasting sting.
Nature had a renewable plan
But never considered 'Acts of Man'.
Part 3
The earth is scourged by fire and flooded by rain.
Fire burns year round and consumes every blade,
So floods run free and destroy the terrain,
While smoke and smog, the air degrade.
God put the Garden in mankind's hand,
When life on earth first began,
To be good custodians of the land.
Can earth survive these 'Acts of Man'?
THE GOD MAN
What lone heart beats with cunning skill,
stokes other men of hope.
Contentious now to seize with ease
From god, to cliche trope.
A man of men conquest again,
and noted through that door.
As if the others ever could,
they would forever more.
Tis the oppositions drum beat
to set the god man's pike.
As though the others might abide,
a trite preemptive strike.
Yet on the other side of coins
resistance pale and weak.
Envious lace bereft of grace
to turn the softer cheek.
Narry a tempt to wrong the right.
Embraced hypocricy
Selfish nature takes without
accountability.
There once was a man named Lincoln
Who couldn’t stop himself blinkin’
He couldn’t see
And hit a tree
Which started him a-drinkin’.
What a friend I have in Jesus Christ
Who lived sin free laid down His life
When life gets hard and friends disappear
I can lean on the Lord He is always near
Like the woman with an issue of blood
When troubles overwhelm emotions flood
He will heal with heavenly gold grace
Just believe He is real be of good faith
Man will fail you for flesh is so weak
But within a man one can plant seed
A mustard seed of faith shines bright
Evict the evil with Christ’s holy light
Your enemy will fall like wall of Jericho
Upon your call to the Savior of souls
God’s love lead me through terrible times
I was ill in body and of unstable mind
He sent me a Wonderful Counselor indeed
And from my trial and tribulation I was free
The journey to joy was a long lonely road
It was needed to bring me ever so close
To my holy healing like the story of Job
I lost everything but He returned it ten fold
I see in friends that are saint like
My rock my Savior Jesus Christ
On Sunday I was five years old
And my heart is full of sorrow.
I’m scared to death if truth be told.
I’m starting school tomorrow.
Now I’m fifteen years of age,
My head is in a whirl.
At last I’ve turned another page.
Last night I kissed a girl.
So now I’ve reached the big three-0,
A small milestone in life.
And the girl I kissed fifteen years ago
Has just become my wife.
Fifty and a man of means.
But it’s not all good of course.
That girl I kissed back in my teens
Has just filed for divorce.
There’s a pile of cards on the doormat.
I’ve reached seventy today.
The bathroom scales say I’m getting fat
And what hair’s left is grey.
There once was a man named O’Hare
Who wore strange underwear
It was sparkled and frilly
And just plain silly
And he did it without a care.
There once was a man named Clegg
Who had a wooden leg
It was full of coins
Right up to his loins
So he never had to beg.
Man, What’s the Rush?
Music swirls like a summer storm, each note becoming a new form/
The horn speaks free in smoky jazz club rooms/
where jazz shadows sway and silence drinks in Monk's play/
Syncopated verses leap/
Sonic abstract jazz finds new life in innovative, revolutionary organic jazz, steppin' out into a new cookin' funk orchestration/
Guitarist John McLaughlin Grooves awaken in the mind, and meditation settles there/
a quiet home within the soul that is reelin' in the feelin'/
Man, that's something' else/
You bein' a cosmic swing jazz philosopher sing speaking' the hip dialogue of Ken Nordine/
In the clutter of a jazz-lit life/
art becomes a quiet riot rebellion/ and the work of our political jazz masters hang deep in our horn playin' activism of truth/ ya dig?
Here, in this sound stage of life
The day keeps shouting/
It has to be done/
But the horn bends time and asks, Man, what’s the rush?
Written by: Vaquero Waddie
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
when you're chomping at the bit
the Withers of a horse is used
to measure height
Straight from the horse's mouth
believe what he say's
don't fail to wear your Halter
in your certain disipline
find yourself a true lover
one you call your freind
Backing the wrong horse
will have ya'll airing out ya'll's lungs
I could have told you she didn't
want all that kissy stuff
tire of you before
it was over
cause she plumb had enough
a great relationship
has it all
walk trot and cantar
slow when you need it slow
fast when it needs ah-cantar
you'll know when it's right
a smooth steady pace
I reckon all things like this
it the same all over the place
~sure, stepped on toes but had a whale of fun; many let him have the floor ~
I’m the piper man
Will you follow me
Let yourself go, let yourself be
The journey starts – but shan’t end – with me
O’er meadow, hill, cross streams we’ll flow
Deep down inside ‘tis your desire, you know
Imagine infinite possibility
Unlock dormant ability
I’m the piper man: Will you follow me
Vita brevis* ~ Life's meant to be free
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*Vita brevis means 'Life is short.' It's part of a Latin
phrase, 'Ars longa, vita brevis,' which means, 'Art
is long, life is short.'
What happened to the funny man
that insecure comedian
O, not done, he carries on
transcendent verse, his latest con
High Above
Determination Climb
Look and Explore
Courage to try
Showing no Fear
Straight up
Majestic and Mighty
Careful Maneuver
One foot at a time
Desire and Assurance
Strength full of endurance
Leverage to the top
Pausing briefly at stop
Mountain Feat
Not giving into Defeat
Climbing, Climbing with victory on the mind
Until mission is complete
Horizon to see
Mountain and us.
I fancy you will find a wonderful man
Who loves you the way I once did
And will hold your admiration in hand
To give back to you what I once undid.
A man who understands who you are
One who is present in your times of need.
A man who loves you both near and far
To support you when you fail or succeed.
Perfect in every way, handsome, graceful
Adhere always to your whimsical whims.
Never wavering, unkind, or wasteful
Keeping you warm at night with sturdy limbs.
Greets you every morning with fanfare
Adheres to all the desires you may crave
And meets your unrealistic standards
Pining to please you from cradle to grave.
In your troubled world there is only one
Who is tough enough to withstand such fun.
Before the city grew teeth of storeys,
Every road was once a footpath of dark earth,
Every skyline a village dream feigning height.
The whirlwind arrives like an ancestral drum,
Beating zinc roofs into memory,
While the soil drinks without question.
Maize rises like angry dust,
Crops sleep beneath the earth like buried wealth,
The old iroko keeps census of generations.
We call ourselves urban, as if asphalt
Could bleach the village from our blood,
As if language could divorce us from reality.
Every man carries an ancestral footpath,
Every woman a forgotten rib in the bones,
Every last name is a door to somewhere rural.
The city is only a village that learnt to disguise itself,
And civilisation, perhaps, is merely distance,
From the stream that first taught us to swim.
When the rain smells of the earth,
Listen keenly—the village speaks through you;
Everyone is a village man, even in hired suits.
From Vandeikya to Eko sluthers the same rhythm,
Only the midriff of imagination pats on them.
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