Worship
Our
Wonderful
God of pacts
Wait
On
While
He acts
Wail
On
Wailers
He hears your cries
Want
Only
What
He wants for our lives
Whisper
On
Wind
The way the Spirit speaks
Whisper
Only
Words
That brings us to His feet
Whipped
Out
Wounded
For our transgressions
Wiped
Out
Wickedness
From an old man's processions
Wrongfully
Ousted
When
We were the guilty ones
Writing
On
Walls
We've become sons
Whisp
Of
Wonderment
Is what we've understood
Watch
Out
While
God acts for the sum of good
Waiting
On
Waiting
On God's end to the story
We
Only
We
Were created for His glory
Worship
Our
Wonderful
God
The single born,is like cowslip
Blooming freshly
In a winter-garden
Potent and virile aside
Waiting for watering can
To water it and avail coolly.
The single born,fled rivals away
Boon blithely in a bullion
Just as the only Navel in the quarter
Buffet his ticks stilted
Wailers remains silence
Instead of I from galore.
The single born, you're parent's gaze
Tried of them to see you smile,
Alacrity!
Always stuck you onto orthostatic
Loudly "you are vile,
Pal of shadows men and boys,
Winter -man...
The giant Astro;
Who twinkles on everyone's ego
Different that of throngs"
The single born, you're mild,
And fresh cinnamon.
Ye lovers of song,
musically inclined,
Sing loud, Sing now,
All the birds of the earth are listening
while we sing all over the world.
Sing like
...the mockingbird
where the weeping willows wave.
... the swallows
as mission bells ring.
... the nightingale who
croons in Berkeley square.
Sing like
...three flamingos
pitched on Bob Marley’s doorstep.
...rockin' robin with Michael Jackson
on Jaybird Street.
... the Blue Jays
at the 7th inning in Toronto.
While we sing all over the world,
all the birds of the earth are listening.
Sing now, Sing loud!
Ye musically inclined,
sing, lovers of song.
April 27, 2020
Credits:
Listen to the Mockingbird – Alice Hawthorne
When The Swallows Come Back to Capistrano – Leon Rene, sung by Ink Spots
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square – Eric Maschwitz
Three Little Birds – Bob Marley and the Wailers
Rockin’ Robin – Leon Rene, sung by Bobby Day and later, Michael Jackson
OK Blue Jay’s - Jack Lenz and Tony Kosinec
Do you have: "That Summer Feelin"
- by Jonathan Richman (1984)
Finally: "School's Out for Summer"
- by Alice Cooper (1972)
Yes, : "Sun is Shining"
- by Bob Marley and the Wailers (1971)
Because: "Everybody Loves the Sunshine"
- by Roy Ayers (1976)
You can ride on: "Heat Wave"
- by Martha and the Vandellas (1963)
Give you a sense of: "King of the Beach"
- by Wavves (2010)
Maybe you already: "Dancing in the Street"
- by Martha and the Vandellas (1964)
Feel it: "Good Vibrations"
- by Beach Boys (1966)
Magical ... : "Summer Nights"
- by John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John
A good advice in the end: "Take It Easy"
- by the Eagles (1972)
But, enjoy your summer vacation
25.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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There's not a whole lotta nothing
That can be dug out of the grave
Of this life's buried problems
Of all our past mistakes
You can chisel out the tombstone
Making room for all the dates
Of the didn't go the way we planed
That in the dirt now lay to waste
Call in the Pallbearers
To shoulder it all
To help carry the burden
Of where you left off
Hire professional wailers and mourners
To cry for the loss
But can you really afford
Such an extravagant cost
When all is said and done
The last word the preacher will say
Is there's not a whole lotta nothing
That can be dug out of the grave
2015: WE ARE SURVIVORS
Enemies thought 2015 won’t be our YEAR
They opined that our progress won’t be NEAR
They said among our peers, we would be REAR
Maliciously they instilled in us a kind of FEAR
Even our goodwill and image, enemies did SMEAR
But our God was awesome and brought us CLEAR
In January, enemies waged war against our HEALTH
In June, they now came and attacked our WEALTH
We heard the evil ones have a COMMONWEALTH
They waged the war, unknown to us, in STEALTH
The evil people hid their drawn swords in SHEATH
But Our God did not allow us lose our BREATH
On this last day, we have shown we are SURVIVORS
The holy book says “we are more than CONQUERORS”
In the new year 2016, we shall continue to be VICTORS
To our foes and wailers, we shall be their RAPTORS
The anointing for breakthrough shall, in us, ABIDE
In the presence of the most High, we shall RESIDE
© Wole Popoola December 2015
As mini-bus taxis fly by left
In the entrepreneur’s lane, yellow
Victims bereft
The grief of the loss
Mere smelter’s dross
As a new world is crafted
From cracked pot-shards
The wailers at the service
Ululate the grief
As passers-by watch and cry
In disbelief
The antics of the few
In control
Controlled by none
Above the law
Lawists
As a racist sees superiority
(An assumption wrong)
A lawist acts superiority
As superior
Is above
above the law
Whilst the widows’ tears
Pave new roads
Down dry-cracked
Faces.
I had so much fun to be with you!
You were wearing shirts in all color blue.
We threw crumpled paper like we’re six graders,
We ran and shouted like those elephant wailers.
Remembering 18th when we played those wooden chairs?
We grabbed white candies and buckled upstairs.
With your crazy dance moves over a yellowish folded paper,
You grouped yourselves absurdly like those itchy black scrapers.
You moved insanely with a green tomato on your face,
We sang together though we were so out of our pace.
We ate and chatted like it’s going to be our last.
Time was though unfair because it was ever too fast.
I’ll treasure that day because it was the best,
Our Christmas was dear compare to the rest.
Remember 18 because it was a magical scene,
Our greatest happiness is a treasure unseen.
Joy and sorrow,two Skies,
Down pouring,
Tear rains,
Every drop of tear,
Bears a value like pearls,
The wailers on death,
Inviting synthetic tears,
Enjoy value,
In monetary terms!
Celebration is our nature
A distinction of pleasure
Activities of leisure
In a full count of measure.
Everybody is celebrating
With nobody distracting
For everyone is understanding
So no one is obstructing.
Gathered in the neighbourhood
with a true spirit of brotherhood
In tune with our adulthood
Memories of our childhood.
In our way our brother's keepers
In no way our brother's killers
In time of joy the hailers
In time of sorrow the wailers.
Togetherness our culture
In oneness our structure
Fabrique of our love won't puncture
The goodness of life shall we capture.
Whining wailers never know when,
opportune moments ever begin.
An angry man hath his eyes closed,
not a bit of triumph ever he knows.
I smile and nod my gratitude,
to vets in wheelchairs "in their fortitude"
down syndrome children‘s, little aptitude,
courage, in the plight of such magnitudes.
Gratitude begets beatitudes.
Gratefully I recharge my attitude.
I smile when in conflict, I am stewed,
a notion of locomotion, in attitude.
I smile and rejoice in summer’s breeze.
I drink noble coffee in a winter’s freeze.
My conscience is clear I am at peace,
watching each fall the geese fly east.
Gratitude begets these beatitudes.
in diligence, I secure my attitude.
In smiles each day my life is renewed,
by love’s theory of moving subdued.
I praise in amaze on a rainy day,
every mud puddle in which children play,
I love their laughter and frolic, quite gay.
"Gratitude doth beget it's master’s pay."
Night air grew warm and stiflin’
And the lightnin’ flashed the sky—
As night herders sang those notes
Of the “Texas Lullaby.”
The notes came low and trembled—
Wailers did not yell or shoot—
Their voices rose on high now
To quiet cow and galoot.
The lightnin’ then grew brighter
Like an eerie prairie pyre—
It balled and jumped each cow’s horns—
The ghost of St. Elmo’s fire.
Those two night guards now sang on,
A soft song not made of words—
Syllables and tones to soothe
And calm down uneasy herds.
The cattle moved in circles
And then would have stampeded—
When a cow bawled for its calf
And that’s all that was needed.
The rain came and lightnin’ ceased—
Herders sang softly and high—
The cows bedded slowly down
To that “Texas Lullaby.”
And on they kept a singin’—
Not on words did they rely—
Just tones and soft syllables
Of that “Texas Lullaby.”
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