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Started by Robby Baby (Poet of Amour). Last reply by Robby Baby (Poet of Amour) Aug. 11, 2008.
I called this vid "My boo" because I didn't know the actual name LOL Hope you all enjoy!
Started by Robby Baby (Poet of Amour) Aug. 11, 2008.
AHHHH...Human. I get to play to this song, finally! :)
Started by Robby Baby (Poet of Amour). Last reply by Robby Baby (Poet of Amour) Jul. 10, 2008.
Well...I saw this song being done with bongos, and I HAD to do this myself with my turkish doumbek! Many thanks to Romantic Poetess for putting this vid up in the first place, or I'd have missed it...
Started by Robby Baby (Poet of Amour). Last reply by Robby Baby (Poet of Amour) Jul. 10, 2008.
Well...now this is divine! I love this song by sting. and the bongos here go so well with it. I think if he played them just a tad softer, it'd be perfect, or if he turned up the volume to match ...
Started by Robby Baby (Poet of Amour) Jul. 4, 2008.
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Can't stop posting poetry. Hope you don't mind. {Trying to add a West African symbol for freedom; doesn't seem to want to take. :_}
No Mirrors for Them
My hero -- my male hero -- was thin as a rail. Gawky
leapt to mind immediately. Polite mood, "ill-favored."
Not just his looks! Could say failure was stalking
him, had it not caught up so frequently. As a farmer,
he spun a good yarn. As a store-keeper, he, er, uh,
spun a good yarn. "Ain' sold none, mind." Laughter
trailed Abe wherever he went. Good-natured, though.
As a lawyer, the rube continued to spin tales. Finally,
there came a day when someone noticed how much
wisdom they contained. Soon he was on a train
for Washington, a tall drink o'water with a long mug
and hither-thither beard and a voice like a squeaking
hinge who didn't have the first idea how to dress .
Or didn't care? God help us if the man people called
Honest Abe spent his time studying outfits in mirrors.
God help us if he hadn't had the courage and the drive
and the wisdom -- unfailingly tempered with humor --
to see that the scourge of slavery got its come-uppance.
Unity return! Thinking too of the woman I count
as my number one hero, I realize how much truth
lay in one of my grandmother's "Pretty is as pretty
does!!" If Sojourner Truth doesn't ring a bell,
it is because she was poor and black and focused
on others. She, too, was "ill-favored." Not handsome
by any stretch. But that is appearance, isn't it.
That is the surface, that is what dies. The dust
our bodies turn to, not the Spirit that survives.
Choose a hero? Been too many! And too few!
A hero is a person who never sees himself, or herself,
as a hero. Don't you think? Perhaps because so few
of us recognize a hero in the making-? See that
failure is the best teacher? Not being "favored?"
The boy who hopes to paint
a masterpiece
{still a boy, make no mistake}
calms by letting himself be awed
by phosphorescent flashes
gorgeous as a blood-red sun,
saving a particular orange
and that peculiar green
edging a 4th-of-July stunner
for his repertoire, already
daubing them in his mind
between Mars black and that
color with the name it pains
him to pronounce. On the tip
of his tongue when the shell
hits.
The boy who hopes to race
in the Indie 500 -- just wait --
compares the racket to that
of a speedway. Crowd roars
its approval as he rounds the last
curve, going all out, but then
in the blind spot something spins
him out. That is when
the noise dies.
The girl {I see her as a girl}
who craves to be a doctor --
surgeon, actually --
mentally bandages a tear
in a gunfire-split sky
and shouts orders for morphine
and plasma stat. Good
she'll never know what happened
next.
The boys, the girls, the men, the women,
lie, squat, roll, crawl, bog down in muck
under fire beautiful enough to
hurt. All the time hoping
for a break so they have a chance to
see dawn.
In the first five [5] years G.W. Bush sat in the Oval Office::
$319 billion got earmarked to fund w a r w/Iraq.
$10 billion went to Halliburton in form of no-bid contracts/Iraq..
The national deficit was projected to be $300 billion.
No Child Left Behind lost $40 billion of promised funds.
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TOTAL [above only]: $669,000,000,000
[Six hundred and sixty nine billion dollars American]
Oh, and, 6,000,000 Americans lost their health insurance.
How many mistakes did George W. Bush acknowledge?
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Amazing what I get done when i am supposed to be doing something else. Procrastination should be my middle name. Book's going to be published, and the mss still needs work. As in a l o t. I am having the usual crises of confidence [not a mispelling; they come in droves. I.eeeee, H E L P !!!]
Got an opinion about Camera Obscura as a title, speak up!
Time t' fold m'tent.
Peace!
'Pea'
Aberjhani
Aberjhani
[Note to self: and a widget IS? N2: ?Capable of making a video? Equipped? Hope it can be accomplished without PowerPoint. Don't want Word near 'cet, rant, yata.}
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