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Posted on 05/13/2004 10:02:02 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Well, I'm waiting for your poetry!
Come on over and show us your talents.
It's okay! MoJo won't laugh. I'll laugh WITH YOU. Hehe!
Wow am I glad I was not loading the new thread, I just lost power.
I'll be there in a minute Diva -- gotta do a little posting.
HUGS!
Oh no!
That's not good Queenie!
Is it storming bad at the Palace? I hope not.
*HUGS*
(In the spirit of Ma, I'd say you better turn off the computer and ride this one out.)
Don't worry! I'll watch over everything. Hehe!
*HUGS*
Did you notice that I got 1000 over here? Huh? Huh?
Well, I've gotta put more effort into finding some poetry to post on here.
I'll have to ALLTHEWEB for poetry. Googling is so like everyone else. LOL!
Well, I may as well wait on the new thread LOL you guys are all gathering around and circling the wagon. :-)
I am SO glad to SEE you! You're feeling better? I missed you!
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Um, I don't do poetry. However, I do love musical lyrics!!
Artist: Jim Croce
Song: I Got A Name
(From lyricsfreak.com)
Like the pine trees linin’ the windin’ road
I’ve got a name, I’ve got a name
Like the singin’ bird and the croakin’ toad
I’ve got a name, I’ve got a name
And I carry it with me like my daddy did
But I’m livin’ the dream that he kept hid
Movin’ me down the highway
Rollin’ me down the highway
Movin’ ahead so life won’t pass me by
Like the north wind whistlin’ down the sky
I’ve got a song, I’ve got a song
Like the whippoorwill and the baby’s cry
I’ve got a song, I’ve got a song
And I carry it with me and I sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere, I’ll go there proud
Movin’ me down the highway
Rollin’ me down the highway
Movin’ ahead so life won’t pass me by
And I’m gonna go there free
Like the fool I am and I’ll always be
I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a dream
They can change their minds but they can’t change me
I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a dream
Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to
If you’re going my way, I’ll go with you
Movin’ me down the highway
Rollin’ me down the highway
Movin’ ahead so life won’t pass me by
Well, that could work, I guess.
When I want a poem, I just write down some words that rhyme...
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When I want poetry, I make Queenie post me poetry!
Artist: Beethoven
Song: Ode To Joy
Lyrics
O friends, no more these sounds!
Let us sing more cheerful songs,
more full of joy!
Joy, bright spark of divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire-inspired we tread
Thy sanctuary.
Thy magic power re-unites
All that custom has divided,
All men become brothers
Under the sway of thy gentle wings.
Whoever has created
An abiding friendship,
Or has won
A true and loving wife,
All who can call at least one soul theirs,
Join in our song of praise;
But any who cannot must creep tearfully
Away from our circle.
All creatures drink of joy
At nature's breast.
Just and unjust
Alike taste of her gift;
She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine,
A tried friend to the end.
Even the worm can feel contentment,
And the cherub stands before God!
Gladly, like the heavenly bodies
Which He set on their courses
Through the splendor of the firmament;
Thus, brothers, you should run your race,
As a hero going to conquest.
You millions, I embrace you.
This kiss is for all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving Father.
Do you fall in worship, you millions?
World, do you know your creator?
Seek him in the heavens;
Above the stars must He dwell.
I love Jim Croce. I was surfin' the tube one day, and came across a guy singing with an acoustic guitar, real mellow.
Took me a moment to realize I was looking at film of the real Jim Croce, many years after he had died. Wow. What a shame we lost that marvelous talent.
Gently to that Good Knight,
who always tries to do what's right,
faraway with others,
learning skills of his arts
before returning home.
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Artist: Jim Croce
Song: Bad Bad Leroy Brown
Lyrics: Lyricsfreaks.com
Well the south side of chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named leroy brown
Now leroy more than trouble
You see he stand ’bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover
All the mens just call him sir
And it’s bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Now leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody’s nose
He got a custom continental
He got an eldorado too
He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe
And it’s bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
Well friday bout a week ago
Leroy shootin’ dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named doris
And ooh that girl looked nice
Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And leroy brown learned a lesson
’bout messin’ with the wife of a jealous man
And it’s bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog,
Well the two men took to fightin’
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone
And it’s bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog
I have missed you also, Sarge.
WOW!! I like that, White Knight!!
That's you --
learning the skills of your arts
before returning home!
Thanks for being one of those heores doing the tough stuff so the rest of us can relax and walk around without fear in the greatest counrty on earth!!
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