I went outside to pee
Underneath the cactus tree
But now I'm in the Ho Spittle
The cactus fell on me.
Oh the cactus tree the cactus tree
I went out to pee and it fell on me.
The cactus tree the cactus tree
It's such a mystery.
True love does not come in chariot ~ it walks until it finds its way.
Just give me a frozen river
So I could skate away
Then give me a minute more
Tell you how I feel today
I live here in a verdant land
We never do see snow
So I'll make a lot of money
Then to another place I'll go
I want to see the snow in Winter
See the bright clothes people wear
Join the fun of Halloween
Have kids give me a scare
I had a man I thought I loved
I know he loved me more
But when he got to know me well
He near flew out the door
I now have lost a lover who
Was gonna worship me
Put it down to bad behaviour
And undue jealousy
So if I could find that frozen river
Skate with sorrow in my heart
Maybe find him once again
And make a brand new start
D REAMLAND begins riding down the Champs-Elysees in a BIG YELLOW TAXI
A long by her side was her FREE MAN IN PARIS
Y es...........she said, HELP ME say this.......I HAVE A CASE OF YOU
D o you realize that we have looked at life from BOTH SIDES NOW
R emember that CHELSEA MORNING when we first made love
E ven though we had the URGE FOR GOING somewhere - anywhere
A LL I WANT is for our BLUE hearts to COME IN FROM THE COLD
M eandering down the RIVER with the freedom we once knew
E njoying our CIRCLE GAME as we bid adieu to each other
R emember me........remember CALIFORNIA......CAREY I love you!
Your Daydreamer Joni
November 23, 2019
Your Favorite Artist Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
When Joni sings, “Both Sides Now”;
it rang across the Earth on airwaves of liquid gold.
Her crystalline voice lends its iridescence to,
a poem of great beauty.
Canada’s child birthed integral wisdom;
Crystalline words set to a
lava flow of, music from her subconsciousness;
they waltz us to dream-time and feed our dream stories;
their cocoa-smooth nectar, sweetens life,
when Joni sings.
From within I summon
All that is, and by Grace I've
ordered the Ether to obey
As my beautiful Soul
So desires to participate
in Love's Genesis.
Into the Air I
Compassionately command
Angels to obey as
God and I commune intricately
Weaving the Art of love
into broken Forms
Framing and mending foundations
Like Hands that capture time
As if it were an exotic butterfly.
I can make the bitter sweet
And,
Satisfying to the Eyes
I can bring security to
the frail and fearful
Empowering the doubtful
Building Empires with
Love's Aspirations
Giving Lawful Authority to
The bound who knew
Not their own Freedom.
My Eye's See You Serenely
Completed by Heavenly Hands
Of Justice in Service
To and for You
Willfully Love Looses
all
That is and Shall be
With no trepidations
Let the words from
My mouth confirm
And Affirm Thee
A dream that
In time
Will be Your Reality
Our Love is A
Gaze into
Eternity
God ordained
This to Be.............
Kevin Guru©2016
Prophecy of Love....
Sealed upon my lips
Are the crimson stains
Of words and sins
Unravelling in my
Soul
Are secrets pressed
Upon my lips
That only God
And I have known.
Too many confessions
For a priest to shoulder
Absolution mingling with
My prayer beads
Eating words that
Form from the Gulf
Of my soul
With The unspoken word
The fear of utterance
I've become
The Embodiment
Of Sin's disemboweled
Fragments
Hand in hand
with death's cause.
Unless I dare
Speak my own
Hidden truth
From deep within
The recesses of mind
And Soul
I surrender my power
to defeat and all
That Source has
Promised to me
In my beginnings
Becomes void.
Source Declares
To
Speak Your Truth
Empowering All
That resides
Within the Human
D.N.A.
Spoken in time
Unraveling
144,000
Truths
Aligned with
God and I
To become One...
11:11
Kevin Guru©2016
Speaking Parallel Truth.....
You think this is the way I wanted to live,
I’ve been through a lot and yes I have
Sinned,
But tell me are you perfect?
Tell me you have never sinned before?
All my life I’ve wish to go through a different door,
But yet I am stuck here searching for happiness
And all you do is judge me,
I know I’ll never be good enough I know I’ll never be the best,
And yet behind all of your anger and rage
You too have felt pain,
Saving stones you’ll throw some other day?
But if you haven’t sinned then be the one to cast the first stone,
Maybe I like the idea of soothing your sadistic crave,
Nothing I’ve never felt before?
You compare it with the rough touch of a man's touch on my body?
Nothing I’ve never felt before?
You think this is just my little game?
And you think I play it well?
You don’t know how much I cry.
When you yell at me “I pray you burn in hell”.
Sometimes I wish I could just disappear and make it all end.
Then I met a man,
Instead of judging me he said “go and sin no more
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone”.
Who was he?
He was no ordinary man he despised those who had judged,
Instead he understood me with a heart filled with love.
The famous journalist and author Margaret Mitchell
Dressed in pants so mother wouldn't have to watch a vigil
Her brother insisted if she was to play with him she would be a boy named Jimmy
I bet her mother saved thousands of dollars on her childhood shimmy
Shimmy- an undergarment worn by a female
Margaret Mitchell wrote the novel "Gone With The Wind"
Written: June 01, 2015
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Cleri-who?
When Margaret was little her dress caught on fire on the fire iron grate but she was not hurt and all turned out well but her mother started dressing her in boys pants to avoid that happening again..She was nicknamed Jimmy from a cartoon character of that time..Of course, the nickname did not stay beyond childhood..
for joni mitchell...
wistful strands slipping by
of grounded dreams
that i once believed would fly...
strewn around this emptiness
where once there soared,
dreams, not of riches
but of simple happiness...
'both sides now' you sang,
from within
and from a feeling of being without
you moved me so, i cried, i laughed
i wanted to run into the falling rain and shout...
'its life's illusions that i recall' your voice soared and dipped and with life breathed
as every one of those words you sang
tore into me, as my very core seethed...
not with bitterness or loss or with feelings even vaguely sad
your words seethed and burned through me
igniting memories of this life i've shared...
with those who aren't illusions
of those who've embraced me
each time i've slipped and taken yet another fall...
for like you...
'i really don't know life at all'
The Morrisons had a baby boy
Marion was his name
But in the future he would change it
Cause he was destined for World Fame.
He would have a larger-than-than life image
A distinctive voice and walk
He would become an enduring Icon
Folks would listen when he’d talk.
Duke is what friends would call him
He would stand six feet four
He would epitomize masculinity
When he walked in through the door.
He appeared in various types of movies
But Westerns were his best
It was those most folks relate him too
Although he was good in all the rest.
He had a legendary presence
which to me reveals
How He symbolized and communicated
Americas values and ideals.
His lineage was Scots-Irish
And now I will explain
The legend that I’m speaking of
The Duke, of course, John Wayne.
Molly Mitchell made many manuscripts
and all were mighty,so full, and meaty!
Combined, they covered all the ground
and their reasoning was very sound.
Trimmed with an artisan's unique design,
they were oft delivered to the needy.
All were orderly and divine indeed,
and were never-ever weedy!
Thank you, sweetie!
McCuen Copyright October 2008