Tho' right-handed
instruments the two do play
yet one is downside up
left-handed musicians both are they
or seem to sup
from a similar southpaw cup
and if you follow the trail of crumbs
they lead to Jimi
the Starr of guitar
and stick to Ringo
the Hendrix of drums
Paul wrote songs he
sang with his guitar.
The “cute” one, he
has come amazingly far!
The “smart” one John
went successfully solo, but
one tragic day got
murdered by a nut.
George, smoker, lead guitarist
and spiritual, “quiet” one,
got cancer. He’d composed
“Here Comes the Sun.”
Ringo, the Beatles’ drummer,
met his second wife
filming “Caveman.” They’ve enjoyed
a long, rich life.
Leaving her mother at the birthing center,
My heart throbbed with unease and fear,
But when I heard she arrived safe and sound,
A smile lit up, wiping away every tear
On October 7th, Illiana Starr was born,
A burst of delight, a Starr shining bright,
Solely captivating all who adorn,
Her presence, a beacon of pure light
Eliyana, a gift from above,
With tiny feet and hands so small,
Her closed eyes, a canvas of love,
A precious bundle, captivating us all
Enshrined within my heart’s pure sanctuary,
Illiana, our radiant ray of light,
May she grow in faith and clarity
Navigating life’s mysteries with all her might
I pray to walk beside her every step,
As she blooms into a woman so divine,
Illiana Starr, in my heart forever kept,
Our joy, our treasure, for long time.
In Remembrance of Trevor John Starr
1st September 1945 – 5th November 2016
For Trevor
There are no words for you to say
to someone you’ve loved so long
Brother, Husband, Father, Pop
the parting just seems wrong
and now it’s time to say goodbye
as you try hard, to be so strong
You remember all they have been through
the love, the trouble, the strife
and remember days of happiness
as you recall their life
And walk with them, down memory lane
as scenes go passing by
remember you knew and loved them
and it’s alright to cry
Written by Trevor’s brother-in-law Bob Moore,
for Trevor’s sister Lorraine
and his family
Narration by his sister Lorraine
Belle hung out and consorted with outlaws,
So folks shunned her and called her a scoff law;
But things aren't as they seem,
And though not squeaky clean,
'Twas the men in her life who were outlaws.
Sam Starr was a Cherokee man.
They married and lived on the land.
To friends who were weary,
They gave sanctuary,
In their home out on Cherokee land.
When Sam was killed in a gun fight,
Belle mourned his death day and night.
With him life was good,
He did what he could,
To provide what he thought was right.
To stay home on Cherokee land,
She must marry a Cherokee man,
So she married Sam's cousin,
Just to have a husband,
But Belle still missed her Sam.
Belle lost her life one fine day,
On her way home from a visit they say.
No one knows for sure,
For the history is poor,
But they ambushed her while on her way.
So the queen was brought to her knees.
Shot down like a dog if you please.
Remember this well,
And you won't go to Hell,
If you lay down with dogs you'll get fleas.
Starr
You walked with us.
You talked with us.
You texted us.
Now we miss you.
You had the flu.
You are our glue.
We will miss the busses.
We use to play in boxes.
We said no.
When you would glow.
You were loud.
And you were proud. You listened to music.
And laughed for amusement.
You had a phone.
You loved ice cream cones.
You loved school.
You were way too cool.
Your sheet was with you the day you were born.
It was with you when you were torn.
It was with you when you ate corn.
It will be barried with you.
We argued.
And you were valued.
God created you to bring us closer.
We were here to give you closure.
Sometimes we did.
Sometimes we didn't.
You touched many.
You had a lot of pennies.
I wish you had a car with a hemmie.
Starr you loved everything.
We need to sing.
We love you.
We miss you.
We want to see you.
Rest in peace baby sis.