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rhyme and reason, tour in season,
so just go to many show, sas,
whatever was, cause, not cause,
a rebel without a pause, or paws,
pretty please where’s the flaws?Here’s a biscuit
Good girl
Good girl
Good girl
Good girl
Now go fetch
Find the stick
Find my papers
Find my photos
Find my soft pocket knife
Find my supper
and make it
Good girl
Good girl
Good girl
Good girlIn Memory Of Don Warner(1922-May 25th 1999)
Dizzy boppin
Ella Scattin
Basie swingin
You spun the greats for decades
The cool of Miles and Gil
Getz`s breeze
Pepper`s fiery alto
You had a passion for jazz like no other
Herman and Kenton`s brassy roar
Bill Evans caressing the piano keys
Duke`s swing
I remember you Mr WarnerI`m not much of a poet but I tried.Don Warner did a jazz show on CBC radio for decades from the `50s until the CBC retired him in 1997.I first heard his show 16 years ago today and he passed away 10 years to the day
A really cool guy with great stories and I certainly learned alot from him.This is a poem being sent from a Marine to his Dad. For those who take the time to read it, you’ll see a letter from him to his Dad at the bottom. It makes you truly thankful for not only the Marines, but ALL of our troops.
THE MARINE
We all came together,
Both young and old
To fight for our freedom,
To stand and be bold.In the midst of all evil,
We stand our ground,
And we protect our country
From all terror around.Peace and not war,
Is what some people say.
But I’ll give my life,
So you can live the American way.I give you the right
To talk of your peace.
To stand in your groups,
and protest in our streets.But still I fight on,
I don’t bitch, I don’t whine.
I’m just one of the people
Who is doing your time.I’m harder than nails,
Stronger than any machine.
I’m the immortal soldier,
I’m a U.S. MARINE!So stand in my shoes,
And leave from your home.
Fight for the people who hate you,
With the protests they’ve shown.Fight for the stranger,
Fight for the young.
So they all may have,
The greatest freedom you’ve won.Fight for the sick,
Fight for the poor
Fight for the cripple,
Who lives next door.But when your time comes,
Do what I’ve done.
For if you stand up for freedom,
You’ll stand when the fight’s done.By: Corporal Aaron M. Gilbert, US Marine Corps
USS SAIPAN, PERSIAN GULFMarch 23, 2003
Hey Dad,
Do me a favor and label this "The Marine" and send it to
everybody on your email list. Even leave this letter in it. I
want this rolling all over the US; I want every home reading
it. Every eye seeing it. And every heart to feel it. So can you
please send this for me? I would but my email time isn’t that
long and I don’t have much time anyway. You know what Dad?
I wondered what it would be like to truly understand what JFK
said in His inaugural speech."When the time comes to lay down my life for my country,
I do not cower from this responsibility. I welcome it."Well, now I know. And I do. Dad, I welcome the opportunity
to do what I do. Even though I have left behind a beautiful
wife, and I will miss the birth of our first born child, I would
do it 70 times over to fight for the place that God has made
for my home. I love you all and I miss you very much. I wish
I could be there when Sandi has our baby, but tell her that I
love her, and Lord willing, I will be coming home soon. Give
Mom a great big hug from me and give one to yourself too.
AaronAnswer to "The Marine"
I don’t drive a car
I hope I never will
Because I know
It’s not me
Who really flips the billWhen all will be lost
And the environment through
I will still be standing
In your mortal spew
Repeating the same words
Not singing "howdy-do"You fight for people
To drive
From one place to another
So they can go to McDonald’s or Wal Mart
Dangle neon under
Drive SUVs and Hummers
(Which I’m sure they won’t give to you
as a reward when you get back from war)
Or to pick up your little brother
Or use shopping bags at the grocersOr make the rich get richer
reaction eye lid still hid
hoping not well coping
continues without windows
want to know the truth?
check with dr. ruth
riddles right wing middle
might fight for more light
beer before tear tore
still sore just cure today
own it moment current
chasing evil erasing…voices caught in
deminsoinal
reflex
eardrum
barometer
waxing the tiny
wind bubble mind
the void in the
the
noise
language is
samsara
true breath
in-feeling
the sound
and hearing
the
feel
rest in peace
john peelnew board sword in stone
time takes to release
sure to please, squeeze
tight right sight out height
might may be best daythis poem means nothing
should it fall into a crevice
pulling ham-strings
out of a pork barrel
powerhouselooking through "p"
in the dictionary–
takes only one "n"
(I always forget,
and then
add an extra "n")don’t worry
this poem means nothing
bare vowels
gesticulating consonants
bare back innocencegotta move on
gotta move on
before the stereotypes
dawn
and drag into dissonanceseven minutes to midnight
Life is filled
with Fish Piss
witness
accounts of turbulence
cannot fathom
what were those days
what they are still
splitting
from a painting
of grotesque
destruction
advanced rebellion
revolution
now clearQuote:Life is filled
with Fish Pissever work on a slime line fata?
i can tell you all about fish piss!!!
especially when your cleaning dogfish…
those daddyos dont have a unariay system like a
normal fish they piss right through
the skin its pretty interesting,
but good thing it dont smell
like human piss,
and when your
cleaning salmon
those buggers got
the nasties pishh
thank heaven for
the douchemaster
washen off the
fishpiss fore the sushi roll
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