A hot jazz box time to listen to Eddie Henderson's big tenor, spontaneous spirit stirring way high
Ron Carter's bass groove on " Feelin' Alright." Man, like way out into the new
Jerry Garcia and Miles Davis in vinyl heaven, amen
Guitars for life, Wes Montgomery, and Django Reinhardt, Barney Kessell scales from the far side of the moon
tasteful execution and brilliant arranging, man, it's the Thad Jones/Mel Lewis Orchestra
Band comin' home, baby, to the Storyville club
The power of jazz and a rich hip space journey through time, and thought with the Sun Ra Arkestra at the Tone Deaf Factory recording session
Right now, and then John McLaughlin's reflections on Zen at the Jazz Showcase, Shi Town cool is the rule
Like now like wow electrical acid Jazz field of love and hope man, is the new pope dope
First time I ever heard her voice, Roberta Flack and the color theory of her keyboard life
Do not stir up the bunnies for if you do
you will be fighting their sixty-thousand relatives too
They marched against Easter in 1942
If you do not believe it, ask my Uncle Stew
He said there is no reason to make one rabbit mad
They will bring their relatives, all big, snarly, mean and bad
He remembers fighting in the street with one named Thad
Who pulled off his nose, the only one he ever had.
My auntie also had a tiff with a rabbit one time.
Except she brought in recruits, I think there were nine.
They all fought my auntie, who cannot smell cinnamon or lime.
For she also lost her nose thanks to the evil rabbits nine.
The wren was a bit fearful, but the robin was glad.
It would be the first Corgi Uber ride that he ever had.
My cousin said that the Corgi is gentle, his name is Thad.
By the time they got started they were joined by bird Brad.
I will try to entertain you, their Uber driver said.
He was a substitute driver, Thad’s cousin, young Ted.
The birds listened to his stories and liked what they heard.
From then on Ted was requested by every meadow’s sweet bird.
It was November first, Hedgehog Grandpa’s birthday.
"We’ve got to be going!" Mom was yelling that day.
The one that was keeping us back was brother Gay.
A slow poke again, on that cool Saturday.
"I am leaving now." The voice was loud, from Dad.
"I am right behind you!" I yelled. My name is Thad.
My mother was holding a gift, so that is rad.
Because it is the birthday of H.G., our granddad.
As we headed down to Gramp’s tree, Gay caught up.
He had six excuses, most of them about having to sup.
He was still carrying a bit of toast and a coffee cup.
"When we get there," Dad said “You had better shape up!”
Grandpa came to the door and yelled “I’ll be!”
If anyone acted surprised ever, it was certainly he.
We do this every year, but still this pleased thee.
“Happy birthday!” I yelled to Grandpa. He said "You surprised me!"
We had most fun we have ever had on the River Boat Dell Queen
Cousins Limpets and the Hoppers, more than you've ever seen.
Frolicked, jet skied, threw our sisters and bros in the water.
What incredible fun for each grandson and granddaughter.
We have never seen you act this way, the littlest one said.
named Sheila, she belonged to Lilly Putin and son Ted.
We picked her up, swirled her and threw her in with a plunk.
Me too yelled a big cheese sandwich eater name of Big Thunk.
It was the craziest, most fun family reunion we had ever had
You can ask my most serious grand Uncle– Timothy Thad.
We were arrested, hauled away for our behavior that fine day.
Grandma said next time we won 't let those damned cops chase us away.
There once was a bully named Jim.
He made people cry on a whim.
He was big, bad and mean
And had a name-calling machine,
because he was not very smart, this man, Jim.
There once was a bully named Thad.
He called names and pulled hair, when mad.
We made him our pal,
And he said, "you guys are a wow!"
And he changed his whole attitude and was glad.
There once was a bully named Day.
He did everything to keep people away.
We ignored his bad side,
which he soon learned to hide.
Our new friend, who now liked to play.
At Gods' Right Hand
sits his all knowing son
to the right of Gods' throne
stand his only
begotten son.
God in three persons
God, Jesus,
AND
the Holy Ghost
with whom
I believe in,
To which i
cry out to
with whom I love,
of Whom i trust;
my Father my LORD
my savior,
my Holy Ghost, My Lord
my connection,
My Jesus, my lord
my lawyer.
Let me carry
thad burdain,
built for me
and only me
Jesus my lord
please scribe your name
in me, let me
keep you in my heart.
My first is one of royalty...
George is the name of a king,
but no one bows to kiss my ring
for I don't have that legitimacy.
I am the sixth in the family name,
although my true lineage is unknown;
I was adopted, and true love was sown
by a man and his wife wanting no fame.
I was given my adopted dad's name,
and started learning his ways of life;
growing up wasn't without its strife,
but dear ol' dad said he was the same.
He was a cabinet maker by trade,
but my life has taken a different turn;
he told me to follow my heart and learn,
and never but never be afraid.
The first name lineage does now end
for I am the father to a beautiful girl;
I try to be an oyster protecting its pearl...
a teacher, a comforter, and a friend.
For a name that wasn't mine from the start,
I don't think it turned out too damn bad;
I could have been a Bruce, a Sam, or a Thad
but George came directly from the heart.
Dedicated to my parents.
For "What's in a Name" contest sponsored by Linda-Marie.
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