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Posted: 3/26/2008 4:09:14 PM | Suckin' Sally asked for a coors
when she sauntered through the western doors
she strolled to the jukebox just shaking her ass
and asked for money as bold as brass
and they produced their change like lemmings
bobbing adams apples, hawings and hemmings
and somehow formed a jostling line
for a dance with Sally in three quarter time | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 4:57:13 PM | ^^^good 'un!^^^
for a dance with Sally in three quarter time
He'd ride a pony through an old gold mine
up from the echoes of histories past
he'd waltz through forever for a piece of that azz
Dusty and worn from the lone range west
He cleaned himself up with his Sunday best
Courting felt fine when he had a few brew
This old cowboy and had a Sally on too | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 5:14:52 PM | This old cowboy and had a Sally on too
Tipped his hat, said, “Howdy Do”
When you see the cloud of dust coming
That will be the rest of my crew
That was "Big Black fancy pants Bart"
Noted for his fancy silver cowboy shoe
And the other steer rustlers waiting
To get up close and personal to you
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/26/2008 6:54:58 PM | To get up close and personal to you
thanking you for being you
taking the first step to kindness in heart
stretching the arms is a start
then make them laugh
in honest ways
not hiding behind falsity
A few ways that may help to get someone closer to you | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 7:10:13 PM | A few ways that may help to get someone closer to you
would be to unlock the door in your cage at the zoo
Remove the bars and tear down the wall
Stop growling and snapping and yelping and all
Try not to grovel and try not to complain
Be nice to people, remember their name!
Call up a friend you haven't seen for a while
and for Goodness sakes at least try to smile! | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 9:06:06 PM | And for Goodness sakes at least try to smile!
As you walk down the streets of town
Quietly listening for a robin’s voice
In the rising din of traffic and confusion
Life is wasted in the crass falling sarcasm
Of acid rain and piles of black snow
Shrouding the mind in a bleak attempt
Somewhere inside spring will grow. | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 9:36:36 PM | Somewhere inside spring will grow
and color filled flowers will steal the show
the trees on the streets with their blooms of white
Oh, It makes a picture perfect sight.
Standing there looking a snap shot appears
Raise up the camera I've known for years
Together we crop and we check the light
the perfect shot we have in our sight. | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 9:58:58 PM | the perfect shot we have in our sight
we take it to cherish with all of our might
a moment in time forever froze
colors of tulips, violets and rose
rememberance of that moment in time
the feeling of the air, the fragrance of thyme
oh what a gift you do possess
sharing it with others, we are truly blessed | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 10:11:33 PM | (that was beautiful Rose!)
sharing it with others, we are truly blessed
others have known of you, just guessed
of the times we shared together under the stars
away from the hustle and bustle of bars
some may go, not my scene anymore
a different drummer now, a different shore
realized I am of a quiet demeanor
on my side of the fence the grass is greener | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 10:14:24 PM | (Awww Rosie ... that's so sweet, love ya girl!) 
Sharing it with others we are truly blessed
The tulips were beautiful weren't they?
Spring in the South shared with
Snow Bound Bunnies ... I call friends
Rich colors washing through minds eye
Remember the day? Oh yes, always.
Maybe tomorrow will hold more treasures
Caught with the eye of my camera.
Night Rose | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 4:22:31 AM | My side of the fence is greener, caught with the eye of my camera
capturing more than what the eye can see
that gift you have for focusing in
on the heart of what's to be seen
expression of an art definite
with endless possibilities
whether its what's right outside your door
or while your out in the world
Sharing all the sights within you heart forever more
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Posted: 3/27/2008 5:24:07 PM | Sharing all the sights within your heart forever more
transcribed in snail trails on the sands of a distant shore
I could bribe the librarian to keep your file on top
with a soda pop and a donut from the shop across the way
this day is only as long as you can stay awake
then once more that lake of dreams will remember in its own scenes
all the plays and records we wanted but couldn't afford
now here preserved in the libray of lost time accords | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 6:35:57 PM | now here preserved in the library of lost time accords
mountains of memories yet to be explored
all the time in the world is ours to hoard
join me in this journey, visions shant be ignored
listen to those winds of time
syllables heard in constant rhyme
musical notes on the climb
crescendos as our partners in crime | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 10:23:12 PM | Crescendos as our partner in crime
Allegro sonata adagio declines
Whispered vespers to wailing virgin
Staccato serenade by orchestral surgeon
Mix matching molto vivace
Piano stylings like Liberace
Basso continuo viola de gamba
Fill the cathedral with Baroque melodrama | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 11:29:37 PM | Fill the cathedral with Baroque melodrama
Extravagant priests fill your soul with trauma
Why'd Mary only have... one baby?
Keeps the questions short on the whys of maybe
Liberace was queer and some say it's not okay with God
Just pay the piper's basket as the priests' boys hush and nod
Phantom of the opera plays his organ fingered ghostly
Question the book written to keep man in check bi-coastly | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 11:30:47 PM | Fill the cathedral with Baroque melodrama
Must not doze due to hypermyriorama
Big words, little words, does not matter
Music to my ears, not endless chatter
Mark Twain, Will Rogers, cowboy poets
Speak their minds, aren’t abhorrent
Tell us stories staged in years past
Some are similar, some in contrast | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 8:27:58 AM | Some are similar, some in contrast
Gone the big dance bands from the past
New generation got a new way to dance
Pirate music on the web if you take a chance
Now it’s three young guys and n’ Air Guitar
From in inside your car listen near and far
Down load the latest to your tiny cell phone
Plug it in your ear, you neva’ have to go home
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Posted: 3/28/2008 4:58:11 PM | or maybe a violin by candlelight
might be more to your heart’s delight
rhythm and blues or smooth jazz
country, reggae, all with pizzazz
listening has become an acquired trait
much like observing others, the ability to relate
all is not lost on these forgotten powers
while in the meadow of life, search for these flowers | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 6:30:00 PM | while in the meadow of life, search for these flowers
mindfully in the present, holds much power
capable of loving and forgiving
this is the way i need to go on living
sometimes my smile is the source of my joy
and nature and her wonders are my toys
with gentle spirit and a sense of well-being
i continue my path of gratefully living | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 6:48:33 PM | I continue my path of gratefully living
I will always keep on giving
to all of those within my reach
to love, to give back, this is my beach
sunrises, sunsets, rainbows bright
warmth of love, it’s only right
To reward myself, take nothing more
Life, to me, is never a bore | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 6:51:43 PM | Life, to me, is never a bore
look forward to sunrise in store
this journey o' life is just too short
share a laugh and enjoy life's sport
continued on this ol' life path
shared with kindred to laugh
Smiles seen an' dance to live
Sure beats the alternative. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2008 7:57:36 PM | Sure beats the alternative!
That life I once knew
Unhappy, Depressed, run'n out of gas
Mad at the world
for no certain chord
Now transformed into a believer of living life
fulfilling my dreams from seeing the light
Never shall I walk again, in the dark light of my soul... | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 2:47:26 PM | never shall i walk again in the dark light of my soul
your radiance lead me to my lifelong goal
happiness runs thru my veins when you are so near
that you are now my love, is what i hold so dear
knowing that the road ahead will have some dips and bumps
but with you by my side we'll deal with it with trumps
to wake each day after a peaceful night
something i am grateful for with all my might | |
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