Tina, I saw you perform in Oakland, CA,yes, long ago.
But God has chosen to bring you to His eternal home today.
You, Hall and Oates, Huey Lewis and the News were all part of
a magical, music show.
I feel, in heaven the Angels will shout a welcoming hooray!
How beyond grateful, I was to see you sing, dance and play.
My daughter had to stop me from dancing in the aisles.
I just was so moved, I jumped up to dance, all smiles
Your son left this planet in the year 2018~ how you cried!
Not tonight, you can swing on silver stars, side by side.
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In memory of Tina Turner ….1940-2023.
5/24/2023
I
Songs are made for singer; if God doesn't sing, songs may survive, not thrive
II
As candle to candlelight, we are light, not carrying vehicles
III
Waves have personality, but die & merge into ocean; Ocean enjoys being waves, too.
Dear PS readers and great communicators: I am not able to respond to each of U in a dialog I prefer; I traveled to town (Fort Beaufort, RSA) to use WiFi. It took at least three tries to post these Monoku & Thank YOU Note to my supporters & encouragers. ThanX, shalom shalom
songstress
songstress nightingale
sweet whistlers, male or female.
allures fairy tale.
08/13/21
'songbird haiku
Contest by tania kitchin
Death’s undisturbed progress.
And a doted-upon songstress:
In the musical battle field, Matchless Tigress,
Now being taught unforgettable lessons by Skin Cancer,
Her concerned doctors all robbed of an answer;
Likely now to linger only for a few days
In line with the prophecies of carried out x-rays.
The blotches on her skin unbelievably catholic
To dare a long gaze at them, first some alcoholic
Each of them over time has become bizarre
All of them raucously shouting “Here, we are!”
A fall out of musical songstress experimentations
With the skin lightening,
The sequel to her importations
Of the dermis–revealing;
Previously wondrous and mindset promotional
A veritable time bomb and weapon unconventional.
what causes me to make
keepsake of these trinkets
there mire mention causes strain
than I am a hypocrite
with the mire mention of your name
you are whispers made over
a wishing place for men
you are the subtle overance of being
someone to make friend of
over and over again
you are than and now as my
keepsake
these things symbolize us together
it's endearing to be spoken of so kind
might you speak kind of me forever
every person in our gathering
those who support us together
might they stand and clap in ovation
and praise our being together
as husband and wife
than we kiss
a crowd to applaud such doings
speak as your missus
might we than be blamed
for our own undoing
Tonight,
a faint hint
in the way
you croon
shows your
longings
much too
soon,
takes me
back to a
youthful
promise
of love
blossoming
on a rainbow
trellis!
There once was a songstress named Buelah Wood
Who aimed to make it big in Hollywood.
I once suffered through her show;
She twanged like Robin Hood's bow!
Used to wish I could sing - now wished she could!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Hymns of a Songstress
Vibrational tone, of Sadness
So One day she'll die saving us all
But in return She can never love
for her purity is to Strong
May The Creation Guide
the Loveless Songstress Of Hope
To the Great Divine
For she is Destin a Loveless Quest
For our Great Survival of Life
The Path Of the Songstress is Sad
But Honorable to Have
For She is Know as the
Songstress Of Sadness
Bird on barbed wire fence
Sings to his hearts delight
Shot in mid sentence.
She's out there singing verse
Against a backdrop of surrender
Baking in wasted desert dry
Fathomless well of wondrous wording
Silent under ceiling fan cool
Thoughts in random redness
run wetly down cold feeling cheeks
Out in swelter seeking shelter
A mocking bird stands
One legged on a cactus shaded stick
Words form from inner longing
loosely linger inked and dry
Soar sweet siren
green eyed flight light
Spreading angel wings
Shedding shredded sadness
to fly so finely free
a subtle catch in the way that you croon
betrays your kept solitude much too soon,
but soothes my soul that has long been battered,
as though my pain has not really mattered;
your voice tells me my dreams are understood,
my heartaches shared, and my hurts can feel good,
takes me back to youthful love and promise
when life blossomed on a rainbow trellis;
now as you slowly sway your raven locks,
make love to your song, as waves do to rocks,
I, with this kindred crowd, shall feel just right,
we'll hum along with you into the night !
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