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Norman Taulbee Poem
(I actually need a little help on this one, / not really poem/ not really song/ I call it a
cute ryhme ..
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I’ve crossed many a bridges
I’ve seen many a town
Now that long black ribbon beckons me
To put the hammer down.
Sometimes I get real lonesome
And I don’t know what to do
Long Black Ribbon Pardon me
I’d like to talk to you
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
I jam some gears and grind some teeth
Then I roll all over you..
Was down shifting south of Dallas
Pulled off to get some stew
When a blonde just in from Denver
Took my mind off you..
Had dinner at the café
I heard all about her life
But then I came back to you
And drove off in the night ..
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
I jam some gears and grind some teeth
Then I roll all over you..
Life sure has many pitfalls
And I’m not one to talk
My home an eighteen wheeler
And I have no plans to walk
People hear me late at night
With twin stacks both a blaze
The engine begs for mercy
While my eyes are but a glaze
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
I jam some gears and grind some teeth
Then I roll all over you
I listen to those trucking songs
I hear from town to town
I’ve made friends with some of those
Who put the hammer down..
And we joke around the truck stops
As we talk about the road
But aint that the kind of place
To have your story told
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
I jam some gears and grind some teeth
Then I roll all over you..
Graffiti on the overpass
The artist has come and gone
As we wish away the miles
Playing the same ole song
With bloodstains on the asphalt
Seems to be your tattoo
We close our eyes, and go to sleep
As we keep dying over you..
TAG,( Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do)
Norman Taulbee 2009 ©
Long black ribbon---here I am
This is what I do
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Norman Taulbee Poem
Small boy in an orphanage , his lyric written down,
he’s thought about it several days, hoping now it’s found
folded to an airplane, through the window to the crowd
but no one see’s the message, no one hears the sound
The orphanage so crowed, they do the best they can
the outside world can be so cold, how would they understand,
the home feeds little children, one by one in line,
and the world should only hear, that every bodies fine
His punishment is over, he’s moved to a higher floor,
through the window goes his song, he’s trying it once more,
folded to an airplane, through the window to the crowd,
but no one see’s the message, no one hears the sound,
Just outside his window, must be the largest tree,
with all the captured airplanes, becoming snow white leaves,
the wind sometimes will shake them but they land inside the wall
such a lonely lyric , when you know how it will fall,
His punishment is over, he’s moved to the highest floor,
his pocket has the lyric, he’s trying it once more,
he now becomes the airplane, through the window to the ground
where the angels take the message, for the boy is heaven bound,
written by Norm Taulbee 2005 (c)
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Norman Taulbee Poem
Jesus said “take up your cross
and follow after me
I’ll prepare a place for you
where you can live eternally
He promised he would be there
even though there’s just a few
And so my cross is made of
The things I need to do...
What my cross is made of
is something I cant hide
For in my life I’m teaching
Just why the Savior died..
And so the seed was planted
And there grew a mighty tree
And faith became the mighty tool
that formed the cross for me .
And so the pages of the bible
Were also made of wood
We read about mount Calvary
Where an ancient cross once stood
What my cross is made of
is something I cant hide
For in my life I’m teaching
Just why the Savior died..
I show the world everyday
Just what the lord can do
But some turn and walk away
They say it isn’t true .
But I keep straight and narrow
Someday they’ll understand
What my cross is made of
will take me to promised land
What my cross is made of
will be a robe of white someday
Because hand in hand with Jesus
I’m on the straight and narrow way
Written by Norm Taulbee 2009
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Norman Taulbee Poem
With the prison bars behind him
A different life has died
He now reads the bible
For he knows how Satan lied...
With a bible and a guitar
He’s finally free at last
The songs that he’s writing
Become sermons of his past.
IN that lonely café
People keep pouring in
Burnout from addictions
Suffering from sin...
He’ll look beyond the ceiling
Whispering a prayer
Help me feed this hungry land
That I see everywhere.
Days can be a nightmare
On the streets without a meal
Where the devils always looking
For someone to make a deal...
He knows the pain of hunger
He felt in the prison cell
But tonight he tells the world
About a place called hell...
IN that lonely café
People keep pouring in
Burnout from addictions
Suffering from sin...
He’ll look beyond the ceiling
Whispering a prayer
Help me feed this hungry land
That I see everywhere.
Behind the scenes he’s wondering
How many will come to day
The lonely, cold, and hungry
He says lord hear me as I pray...
This road will see me only once
Help me be a better man
With this guitar and bible
Help me feed this hungry land
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Norman Taulbee Poem
She seen the open road to love, thinking she could drive,
Speeding off to happiness, gonna do or die,
No heed to any warning , no sign of slowing down,
Burning youthful passion, and a bridge to her home town,
The road of love is always winding. she was learning how to drive,
She was off to find real happiness, racing on to paradise
Her road was paved with promises, Her heart had placed a bet,
To soon her road had narrowed , and she became a nervous wreck
Oh the highways and the byways , the pitfall and the snare,
Standing there beside herself, to late in life to care,
Her highway now is closing, no one left in town,
And the pieces of a nervous wreck, must finally settle down,
The road of love is always open, sometimes with a wretched toll,
To soon her road had detoured, sending back a lonely soul,
Now beside the road she’s waving, watching true love pass her by,
And the pieces of a nervous wreck , are brushed off to the side,
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After the fog has lifted,
And the road is plain to see,
What will be your plans,
With half our memory?
I’ll send mine to the rainbow,
Where living colors gleam,
A new love could use what’s left,
Of this our fading dream.
Will the green pines keep their whistle,
When the cool north winds blow,
Will our fading dream turn frigid,
Like the late December snows?
Our fading dream was once alive,
The moon called us by name,
What happen to it’s colors,
When a dream goes to the grave?
Now our fading dream is ready,
To take loves final flight,
The clouds of doubt surround it,
To banish it from sight.
After the fog has lifted,
And the road is plain to see,
What will be your plans,
With half our memory?
I’ll send mine to the rainbow,
Where living colors gleam
A new love could use what’s left,
Of this our fading dream
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Old man winter said hello
A voice that can often hurt
And a drifter looked down the road
Saw a little humble church.
Handcuffed to the Blizzard
Trying to make his way
A few were there to great him
Who would soon teach him to pray
The drifter said "I'm new in town
I'm only passing through
That storm outside is hateful
Can I be here with you? “
Then God in heaven looked below
Saw a little humble church
How often does he see us there
Helping those who hurt?
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