Saturday Night Surf
We use to Surf
On Saturday nights
The Surf Ballroom
Up a thousand flights
Didn’t Hang Ten
But did Tighten Up
Did the Funky Chicken
And built up buttercup
Blue suede shoes
Silk stripe pants
Looking like peacocks
Ready to dance
We had Utopia
The Pilgrims
Rockin’ Ramrods too
When The Technique’s
Played Shotgun
All understood
This would be our last dance
So do it now
And do it good
By:Bill MacEachern
03/29/2021
Oh wretched hearth's sublime
shocked by ensuing climb
so focused on these times
fouling with rampart bind!
The devil ramrods through
his isolative curse,
while angels prime anew
and heaven's song rehearse!
Cursing that faded lot
its happiness in retreat,
while kingdom's saints, lives bought
are hinging on complete!
Their idle duldrum sought
some pleasure of infringe
that binds the truth to ought
and purges hope's impinge!
This carnal minded gain
its organs merely meet,
while spiritual trust restrain ~
Faith's pride . . . not obsolete!
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