Little by little,
Voitek, Maserati.
Cooperation without hesitation.
The veil hasn't lifted, the dog is present in this fog.
Yet, I am joyous,
ecstatic. I am
ever so grateful to you Lord,
for those beautiful angels around me,
always willing to lend a helping hand.
So I give thanks to the Lord,
for his mercy is everlasting.
As long as I breathe,
I haven't lost.
Black Manta and Jayna sing's
Sexy Mermaids
Written By: Dristter A. Niente
and Lex Luthor
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"because of its inherent qualities
I don't know what to say
the ship in the harbor
follows me
every step of the way
it might sound crazy
maybe I'm insane
I saw blackbeard neath the pelmet
just the other day
I aint got no issues
she replaced theJolly Roger
with a pink and blue pelmet
I saw her blackbeard
I couldn't look away
thar she blows
I know there I go
Neath the pelmet
I saw blackbeard
Dobros get your jolly
she told us all
strangers in the night
a ship big and tall
thar she blows
and there I go
i saw a blackbeard neath her pelmet
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ple growth wood and cured resin
gives it it's sound
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The making of the Scarecrow is a documentary
Narrated by Lex luthor
Pretty bright sunny day with birds singing,
turned stormy with big dark clouds,
AN OUNCE OF TEARS came out.
humming sounds sweat down their face people shipped across the seas. Still, the soul sing chained on display sold as a slave forced to clear the crops and pick cotton on plantations humming sounds still The soul, sing, raped, violated, whipped and hung the souls of my Louisiana ancestors still the soul sings taken from a land chained up men, women and children their souls ripped out what memories loss, skin scar blood into tears sing from the soul shame the devil the fire burns in my heart. My soul rest in hell and I will join in soul singing.
Why the Irish Sing and Dance
by Frank Daub
Which the merrier – a speech or song?
One moves men to freedom
the other dances the soul along.
If they could, the Irish would
Transport their freedom to all the world.
From Parnell’s fire and flame
To Pearce’s sacramental offerings seldom heard.
Yet it is their music, the dreamer’s lively feet at dance,
That makes them known best.
Its poems set to music that brings the good unrest.
Then why their gift of blarney?
Why their speeches set to life?
They’ve made their songs their army,
to combat tears and strife.
The Irish are not selfish, and radiate from sea to sea,
The message that their music makes?
Every freedom fighter
Free.
My rhythm is just awful
my rhyming’s out of sorts
As I light each poem’s tail
I hope that it aborts
Iambic pentameter
speaks not to my heart
Perhaps that is one reason
critics tear me apart
I’ve served my time: waited tables
washed cars, begged for money
Yet my poetry presents indifferently
worst of all ~ it ain’t even funny
Trumpet you are loud, you are special, you make all our memories filled with questions.
You sing and blow your trumpet, making others feel emotion swirling with each blow on your trumpet.
You are fun, you call many, we listen and hear your call, you have a way of making us listen, and making things seem smooth and pleasant.
Trumpet you are the one, with a great ability, to call the many and make us proud, continue on with your sound, we are all listening, as you put us in the mood.
Trumpet you are so strong to withstand such pressure, the many times that you fell under, you got back up blowing on your trumpet, you make us laugh with exhilaration We love your trumpet, keep on blowing, sing and make all our days filled with cheer.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Sing I praise
not for reward
already blessed --
but sing I praise
seeking harmony
with God’s best --
Sing I praise, voice
of purified stock --
a worshiping neighborhood
a divine acoustic, risen flock --
As the lord sustains
His creation~ examples:
nurtures daily -- His
abundance of beauty, the world I
tunefully hear enchanted awesomely see –
Sing I praise, NOT A chorus of doubt
challenges Christ vibrato in me.
Loyal to Father in His creation,
to the Son, our sacred Brother --
ruling my heart no All-mighty other
Though evil beckons mutes to Silence --
While many fallen yet cling to violence --
Hear now, my clear voice of spiritual triumph!
Hear now, my alto victory! – Sing I praise
reclaiming earth for God’s heaven above – Sing I praise
inviting you to robustly choir with transfiguring, eternal love!
When dawn on the valley came singing anew,
And the heavens were painted a glorious blue,
I lifted my voice with a grateful refrain,
For mercy had called me from sorrow and pain.
The Lord is my Shepherd, my refuge, my guide,
A fountain of hope through the years that abide;
His promise shall carry the weary and worn,
Like music that rises with each golden morn.
I’ve wandered through shadows where troubles have grown,
Yet grace gave me courage and strength of my own;
The Savior stood near in the trials I knew,
And opened the pathway where faith could shine through.
So sing, all ye faithful, with joy in your song,
For heaven’s great kingdom is mighty and strong;
The love of the Father shall ever remain,
A blessing of comfort through sunshine and rain.
When my final hymn reaches the heavens above,
I’ll rest in the arms of eternal love;
For souls that are humble and steadfastly pray,
Shall find everlasting and glorious day.
I am grateful for all the people I’ve met…
Who have helped me with these three principles
to keep in touch…
How you can never laugh too hard
never sing too loudly
and never love too much.
I roam through the forest,
weary from the wandering,
when a whisper in the wind
said, Lift your eyes and listen.
And the morning broke around me
with a mercy made of gold~
a slow, shining solace
that settled upon my soul.
I felt the Father’s nearness
in the silence between my heartbeats,
felt His light lean low
to gather what was lost.
He said, Child, I have carried you
through shadows you don’t remember;
I have held you in the hollows
where hope had almost fled.
So I opened all my aching
to the sweetness of His presence,
and the sorrow I had stored
began to soften into song.
Now I walk within His wonder,
with a fire that never falters,
with a faith that keeps unfolding
like a dawn that will not dim.
And I sing because He saved me,
and I rise because He raised me,
and I shine because His Spirit
brings light into my bones.
Hallelujah to the Holy One,
hallelujah for His healing,
hallelujah for His holding,
hallelujah for the love that brings me home.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA ~ land of the free
May God continue to shine His light on thee
It's a glorious time to show pride in celebration
of independence fought for and won by our nation.
Where after the tragedy of wars, freedom rings
giving reason for voices raised to gladly sing
to pay honor to our flag of red, white and blue
Stars and stripes waving over me; over you.
It's been flying high for twenty-five decades
So, it's time to rejoice with patriotic parades
and the fireworks streaming in our spacious skies
are reflected in the respectful light of our eyes.
That would be a lot of candles on top of a cake,
each one burning, waiting for a wish to make
that America will prosper as it never has before
as the land of opportunity from shore to shore.
*Looking forward to a greater America when the
current presidency ends the embarrassment,
and new office holders return respect to our country.
I am grateful for the birds
who sing me awake in the morning
as their songs finds a way
to remind me how blessed I am…
to live another day.
bright red ~ reddish brown
my feeder is your buffet~
eat and sing thank you
bright is our color
fun and pretty feathered birds
call us cardinals
Tears are not water drops
But dipping crystal balls
Packed with profound feelings~
Let not banes from our mouth
Or furies of our acts
Sting a soft simple soul.
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