From deep below the Delta
Up came a smoky contralto; a sweet vanilla
With an intuitive guitar,
And her artistic vision, she could see far___
To New Orleans she would go, then to Sugar Hill, and eventually around the world___
Such a shiny Mississippi pearl
Never to be placed in a box
She moved mellifluously through the jazz world like a smooth fox
Glistening and extemporizing with M-Base Collective.....
Amalgamating Blues, Folk, Country, and R&B all in the name of jazz, which proved to be effective
With unusual phrases and unique arrangements on many covers, she sweetly uncovered the souls of men
Deeply and richly, Caramel Contralto touched so many with each song from beginning to end
'Time After Time'
On this 'Harvest Moon'
'You Move Me'
O' Caramel Contralto
'Time After Time'
On this 'Harvest Moon'
'You Move Me'
From tiny hatchlings soft and new,
I watched them grow in morning’s hue,
each wobbling step, each stretching wing,
their fragile lives a hopeful thing.
They lifted me on darker days,
with simple joys and quiet ways,
a family rising toward the sky,
reminding me that hearts can fly.
But dawn broke hard — a heavy blow,
the news arrived with grief in tow,
one little voice forever stilled,
a promise lost the heat had killed.
I felt the crush, the sudden sting,
the kind that makes the world go dim,
yet still I stayed, I couldn’t leave,
to honor what I came to grieve.
For nature holds her solemn rites,
her silent funerals, her final nights,
and watching feels like something due,
a last respect, a witness true.
So rest, small soul, your flight begun,
your spirit rising with the sun.
Though sorrow weighs upon my chest,
I’ll keep the vigil at your nest.
R.I.P.
Should I even say this?
R.I.P
Do you really want me to spell it out?
Like the literal REST IN PEACE?!
Reaching for ink, this feels like a seal of accepting how real this is.
These imaginations of a field untilled, with scattered papers; blank with stories waiting to be told, yet the heart growing cold.
Death's but a pause, a break, a different kind of rest; the sleep we dread!
It's like a closed book, hidden from this noise called life, where every word within are but secrets its deep sleep keeps.
R.I.P
Return If Possible.
Don't let your thunder shiver out of cold, while these blank pages are eager for your rebirth.
R.I.P
Return If Possible
Though, it's dark, but your dark is kind of bright.
Let it breakforth.
R.I.P
Return If Possible.
Some vacuums are unworthy, unnecessary, un...
While I wait for this silence to end, and this quiet to lose its claim,
I will stand on this field, and where the river bends,
I will stand and wait till you're washed up again, to this side of life, where the ink makes everything beautiful.
But till then,
R.I.P
Return If Possible
Miss B you got your wings, you left us, but we still feel you near.
Near in our mind, with all your words, all the times you made us hear you clear.
Clear with your lessons, and many actions, we want you to know we will miss you every single second.
Miss B we loved you so, you were one of the best teachers we ever knew.
Miss B we will see you when our time is over, we will look forward to spending time reminiscing.
Miss B fly high and pray for us, we will keep all your memories safe in our heart and head.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
After living for over six decades, you departed.
You were my best friend and I'm brokenhearted.
You liked to help people because you cared.
You lost your life and that certainly isn't fair.
You had a rescue service and you rescued dogs over the years.
You had a big heart and your death has caused pain and tears.
I had no vehicle or driver's license and you gave me rides.
Your friends and family are devastated because you died.
You loved dogs so much that you had ten of them.
You went to be with God and that truly pleases him.
If I live to be 100, I will never forget you.
You left this earth at the age of sixty-two.
[Dedicated to Tammy L. Carper (1963-2026) who passed away on January 5, 2026]
“No more pain, no more fight.”
But peace is not a promise
when never told of Christ.
He suffered much in living,
yet more was left unsaid—
the gospel truth of salvation
not one believer spread.
They spoke of rest and comfort,
of calm beyond the grave,
but truth was left unspoken—
the message meant to save.
Tomorrow will be the day,
The day everything will be okay
And when tomorrow is here,
I’d like to have you near
So we can laugh like before
And this time we won’t separate anymore.
We will talk about the old days
N how much we loved each other always
And even though you had to part,
I’ve carried you in my heart.
And then i will see,
That you’ve been here with me
Oh how happy we will be.
Tomorrow will be the day,
The day ill be okay.
The day i get to hear your voice
Lord knows i will rejoice.
Cuz u were my best friend
I cant wait till tomorrow,
cuz the waiting will end.
I love you best friend
Always and forever,
And just like in this life,
In the next we’ll be together.
We’ll laugh and play,
Just like before
Only this time
We won’t separate no more.
He starred in 'Oh No It's Selwyn Froggitt' as a man named Clive.
All of his fans were very sad because he was not able to survive.
When you get right down to it, Richard was a very talented man.
He starred in 'Doctor Who' as Burton and in 'Bottle Boys' as Stan.
He starred in 'One Foot In The Grave', 'Fawlty Towers' and 'The Bill.
Millions loved this Welsh actor's performances because he had skill.
If you're wondering if he will ever be forgotten, the answer is No.
Many people were heartbroken when Richard died ten years ago.
[Dedicated to Richard Davies (1926-2015) who died on October 8, 2015]
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crazy train has left for heaven- bats are screeching sighs of relief
this is a song about a brother and friend,
everyone knew this man by the name of sked,
one sad day he closed his eyes,
then god came a calling and to lead him by the hand,
come with me god did say,
let me take your pain away,
and so this night sked agreed,
he decided its time i leave,
he was a great brother and a true friend,
everyone was around him till thee end,
its so hard to say goodbye,
as he knew it would bring tears to the eyes,
on his bike and on road to heaven,
driven so fast as he loved his speed,
on his motorbike driving like Barry sheen,
we know now your not in pain,
end of dialysis nor hospitals again,
he will fly all around,
if you hear a motorbike you know sked is around,
his love for bikes and fast cars,
driving trucks as he did love that,
we pray to go you are now safe,
as god was the only one to take away your pain,
we lit a candle to say goodbye,
we hear the angels flying you high,
so on this day we say farewell,
till we meet again in our hearts that you did melt,
fly high our brother and friend,
we will remember you our brother and friend,
and this great man his name was sked,
Through my years of defiance
And lust for reliance
I bid the underlying truth within the words
'help me'
For whatever shall come of my untimely departure
Shall configure to my last forgotten desire
Is it my sultry dance that keeps me coming for anew
Or is it something to do with my lore
Whatever it is, dear reader
Only time can bid the truth
Only one can impare my desires
Alice passed away this week,
But it would just be wrong
If a Turkey Day went by without
Us listening to her song*.
For Arlo Guthrie wrote a tale
About her restaurant
And he started a tradition
Which, each year, I always want.
We’re sitting in the car, en route
To have our special meal
And at noon on classic radio,
My husband at the wheel,
The eighteen minute tune comes on;
We laugh at every word
Of this “massacree,” a story
Which, though true, is most absurd.
And when the chorus comes around,
We belt it loud and clear,
Reminding us that it’s Thanksgiving
And we’re all still here.
Today we pulled up early,
(Me, my daughter and my spouse)
To the driveway of our son
And soon he exited his house
In the pouring rain and climbed inside,
While Arlo did his thing
And he joined right in, so chorus time,
The four of us did sing.
More family waited in his home,
But they did not take part.
Still, this was the moment of the day
That really touched my heart.
*Alice’s Restaurant Massacree” by Arlo Guthrie
Before you
I drifted at sea.
Always afloat,
Never anchored.
So is the life
a sailors'
Or pirates'
Wife.
When the tide went out
It left me behind,
But you were there
To sweep me
Off my feet.
The day you got caught
In the undertow
I too started
To sink below,
Cursed to ebb and flow
Eternally as the tides.
But anchored to you, I see
It was merely a rip current,
Anomalistic strong forces
That if you swim against
Only pull you farther.
And if we swim alongside,
We might make it back
As one.
Cheers to the CME, a carnival fun,
Registration sky high, just a pocket - filling run.
A meet in the past, where ideas reigned,
Now a plot, these days, where pretense is feigned.
A hunt for souvenirs by speakers,
Goodies sought by eager seekers.
Science and commerce join hands,
As pharma companies muddle with vital glands.
A booming industry, epidemic in proportion,
Campaigns for votes in skewed distortion.
Voices of substance lost to the phantom,
As the glimmers of limelight have grown random.
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