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Ode to a Good Night Kiss
19 April 2006
Sleep was like yesterday
why was wake the sleep
A retarded paradise
to untangle and dream
This anger and terror
that pain in poetry
Flesh torn in a meaty tender
unto an aching grid of thunder
Who were thy to praise
a living God, with out speak
As unto silence, a drumming of reign
the deafness of lightening
Unknown, an author by name
trapped in an endless rainbow
The colours all of black and blue
faded and corrupted in grammar to relate
“And Jacob kissed Rachel, and lifted up his voice, and wept.”
Genesis 29:11 KJV
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Who Art Thou, Alisa
19 April 2006
Alisa, who art though
a loving beauty in eyes seen
Her heart a beating tender
as unto a softness to hold
Her truth, a struggle to endure
this respect she does in trust honour
Alas your beauty was illumination
a light of yonder path await
Hidden beyond a mirrored gateway
trapped unto fish gathered within a net
Each cord a strong thread
much like an everlasting tapestry woven
Eternity, a friendship united
nothing could tear that watery grin
Alas unto Alisa, heaven your essence
not to know, was to be unknown for ever
“Leah was tender eyed; but Rachel
was beautiful and well favoured.”
Genesis 29:17 KJV
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Heart of Bathurst
19 April 2006
Would she ever know
that pursuing dream
That heartbeat
all those years of love
Where Bathurst was more
a place of heavenly dreams
Such was an Earl in his court
fruit to a grape dripping wine
As if the highway did begin in her step
One, Three, Four, numbers of an ordeal to count
Longing of this divide unto Quebec
Saint Lawrence waiting to unite
One day her daughters to rejoice
raised in ways of her semblance of grace
Nothing would take away her true desire
those nights were never meant to be this long
“Her Semblance of Grace”
“likeness, semblance - (picture consisting
of a graphic image of a person or thing)”
Bathurst is a city in north-eastern New Brunswick, Canada located at the mouth of the
Nepisiguit River on the Baie des Chaleurs (Chaleurs Bay) in Gloucester County. The first to
settle the area were the French descendents referred to today as Acadians. The city of
Bathurst was named by the Honourable Lieutenant Governor, Sir Howard Douglas (1823-
1831), in honour of Henry Bathurst, 3rd Earl Bathurst (1762-1834), Secretary of State for
War and Colonies in the British Government.
Bathurst in the Australian state of New South Wales, founded as a settlement on the banks
of the Macquarie River in 1815, and granted city status in 1885. Known more for an annual
and iconic, 1000 kilometre motor race (since 1963) held at nearby Mount Panorama road
circuit, was also named in honour of Henry Bathurst (1762-1834).
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Of Such Naked Thoughts
19 April 2006
Where beauty was between the line
if such naked thoughts
A pureness as unto birth
her heart all of value to encounter
A kiss, a tear, happiness to linger
oh where, oh where, had tomorrow gone
This place of everlasting love
a happening to dutifully embrace
Has beauty got a name
marvel to asunder
No one to put down
her secrets another to dream
Such magnetic force
an attraction across an ocean
An abridgement of amour
heaven, God made that too
“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour,
which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you;
Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a
manger. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good
will toward men. . . . his name was called JESUS, which was
so named of the angel before he was conceived in the womb.”
Luke 2:11-12, 14, 21 KJV
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Arms of the Soul
19 April 2006
Run your fingers through my soul
and for once, just once understand
“Don’t go breaking my heart”
as Elton John and Kiki Dee may have said
Those songs of tear-drops
this love gone astray
Hold me close, capture my soul
there was more to this world
than beauty and rock and roll
The melody of a love song
Sarah McLachlan an Angel
Halifax a capital subjection
they call it ‘New Scotland’
[Nova Scotia], I call it love
“In the arms of the angel”
her voice a tender touch
To know the soul was real
“Don’t go breaking my heart. I couldn’t if I tried
Honey if I get restless. Baby you're not that kind”
Lyrics from: ‘Don't Go Breaking My Heart’
Written by Ann Orson and Carte Blanche
Duet with Elton John and Kiki Dee (1976)
“In the arms of the angel, fly away from here.
From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here”
Lyrics from: ‘Angel’, Written and Performed by Sarah McLachlan (1997)
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Missouri Nights
19 April 2006
Sweet was a sleep
on an April night
Eyes closed
and lids on tight
Whispering lullabies
within a heart
Breathing softly
awaiting dreams to start
Escaping the world
burring the pain
Giving a rest
to a tired out brain
Captured in looks
of Missouri hills
Lakes and water
and testament in wills
RIP - poettothecars, God made him poor,
so others could be enriched and comforted by his words
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Angel of Toronto
19 December 2005
There is a God
on this earth
He opened the door
and invited you in
all His worth
Like days beyond November
her being in view to a kiss
Unto some - fairness overlooked
tainted to suffer fools over notion
When now of her there pondered bliss
Tampered with - only by mind
because no other connection could break
Across a global eternity of abyss
two in friendship destiny partake
Born in Toronto - a Lone Ranger unmasked
where love was her requested outcome
This woman of ice unfrozen to water
those roses in bloom then some
“And I charged your judges at that time, saying, Hear the causes
between your brethren, and judge righteously between
every man and his brother, and the stranger that is with him.”
Deuteronomy 1: 16 KJV
“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
Hebrews 13: 2 KJV
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Luck in a Step
24 April 2006
Long ago there was a dream
two walked by in touching hands
If only their eyes would meet
and much more would come true
An embrace labelled as love
a kiss shared in kind
This alley was no longer dark
the black cat, was luck in a step
Time was to triumph
but the road had turns
Never the forget
soft in ways to share
Long ago there was a dream
but did they ever awake
Hands across a table
hands held across a lake
“And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man
should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.”
Genesis 2: 18 KJV
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A Song for Tammy
22 April 2006
Sweet Tammy my love
you are my summertime dream
My river, my stream
my love
Your beauty was everything
a world could be.
There was no number
to say next to your name
or at least no one to be
greater than three
You’re my Tammy Girl
the one God loves so much
Your are my Tammy Girl
the beauty of a dream
For there was sunshine
and a rainbow to walk
My Tammy Girl
the one of all respect
Sweet Tammy
Sweet Tammy my love
A song for Tammy to sing
“For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man.
Neither was the man created for the woman; but the woman
for the man. For as the woman is of the man, even so
is the man also by the woman; but all things of God.”
1 Corinthians 11: 8-9, 12 KJV
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My Dad, Love you, I do
22 April 2006
You will always be a best friend
a Dad I can truly love
Every day and all of joy
this father of whom does employ
You will forever be
that man who made me
A man of everything
this eternity a life does bring
My Dad, my number one
you’re my best friend and more
You will always be everything
an eternity of a life to bring
Love you, I do
admire you I will
My father who art thou
from yesterday, until tomorrow
and even now
“Honour thy father and thy mother: and,
Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.”
Matthew 19: 19 KJV
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A ‘Tammy’ Inside
22 April 2006
Photographs bent, memories faded
just to love you, unaided
The truth captured in time
a poet of words void, or in rhyme
This love from afar
perhaps not romantic
As eyes have a way of being silent
she knew, but she never understood
Was it her beauty, or ugliness inside
this woman, this angel
Her angelica to give
a “Tammy” to a well known song
this past and the present she did belong
Another picture, maybe not in
living colour of petition, but more of her
A black and white image
pained by numbers, as to no era
“Does my lover feel what I feel
When he comes near?
My heart beats so joyfully
You’d think that he could hear
Wish I knew if he knew
What I’m dreaming of
Tammy, Tammy, Tammy’s in love”
Song made famous by Debbie Reynolds (1932-)
singer and actress, “Tammy”
from her 1957 film Tammy and the Bachelor)
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Oshawa Beauty
20 April 2006
Do you know
how my love is
Do you know
I miss you there
How it is in this life
love can be so unfair
Oshawa, this place to live
just to walk with you
hand in hand in Lakeview Park
The light like sunshine
reflecting from your eyes
No light as strong as that
in uplifting you from the dark
Or to smell the scent of a flower
none so fair on Farewell Street
Likened unto glass to protect your eyes
no shadow to darken your way ahead
Each tear-drop, a cloth to wipe away in cleanliness
to look upon your lips in the beauty of sharing a kiss
Early the 18th century Indians of the Mississauga Tribe began trading furs with the
French and later the English. At the spot where the Oshawa Harbour is now
located. By loading their furs into canoes and paddling along the shore of
Lake Ontario to a trading post at the mouth of the Credit River. At the time,
the fur trade was so important that the French established a trading post near
the mouth of the Oshawa Creek around the year 1750. Of what began the
economic history of exporting products from the region now known
as the City of Oshawa, Ontario, Canada.
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Travail, Heaven’s Love
20 April 2006
Would people know the pain in her eyes
an understanding, those of a heart which cries
Would they know of Yeats or Keats
or even the music of Mozart or Bach
Would people know what was real
her pain, the way it was with her in appeal
To life of a round about way, too young
to be in love, yet old enough to experience amour
What was left, what was to be right
that love, a desire, this girl to adore
So much for yesterday
for where was tomorrow to travail
Feet in shoes, tiptoes on glass
this gravel rash made bare
did they know her nakedness to share
Summer days and cold winter nights
would they ever know her being
Maybe not, perhaps never
was there really love
could that be forever
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (baptised as Joannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus
Mozart; born Salzburg, 27 January 1756). is among the most significant and enduringly
popular composers of European classical music. His significant output of works are widely
acknowledged as pinnacles of symphonic, chamber, piano, operatic, and choral music.
Many of his works are part of the standard concert repertory and are widely recognized
as masterpieces of the classical style.
Mozart showed musical gifts at a very early age, composing when he was five and when
he was six playing before the Bavarian elector and the Austrian empress. He died Vienna,
5 December 1791 and was buried in a Vienna suburb, with little ceremony and in an
unmarked grave.
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Honestly True
02 May 2006
How did you know
if I thought of you
you were indeed there
Such thoughts, such manner
being honestly true
How did you know
your being was in a heart
Your understanding was
the Leah to my Rachel
The Jacob to my Abraham
a Daniel to my lions den
This ford to cross a river holden
a place of rolling stones
in a gathering of moss
How did you know
I could love you
for who you are
How each night of sleep
your heart was near by
and that your spirit was all
to hold, desire and never detest
“What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he
may see good? The eyes of the LORD are upon the righteous, and
his ears are open unto their cry. The righteous cry, and the
LORD heareth, and delivereth them out of all their troubles.”
Psalms 34: 12, 15, 17 KJV
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Roses to Garden
02 May 2006
Was it heaven, or true love
a Toronto angel, standing still
This light at her back
her beauty from within
Unable to touch, but with spirit
her beauty all of eyes to rest
A rose, a flower, each bud an ember
her amber reality, another tear to fill
Across an ocean, an Ontario divided
hands touching in spirited ways
Fingertips gentle, her aroma ablaze
this tingle from inside, for she was one
Another soul, another envelopment
a Canaan of days past and present
God created Love, amour to speak
this heaven, a haven of roses to garden
“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
“The secret of happiness in not in what one likes to do,
but in what one has to do.”
James M. Barrie (1860 - 1937)
Scottish dramatist and novelist
writer of “Peter Pan”
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She Borrowed Heaven
19 July 2005
Singing and prayer - forever thinking
of you - My God my happiness
my Father to pull me through
When inside the looks of hope
were lost - As each vessel of blood
was to be haven to cover in frost
Where was conviction
what did happen to faith
To live - die - believe
in the sanctity of human race
Those days of
Andrea - Caroline
Sharon and Jim
“Borrowed Heaven”
in song and album to win
Andrea Jane Corr, one of four children with a natural love of music, Born in Ireland: May 17, 1974. The youngest of the siblings and voted the most beautiful woman in the world by several publications. Besides her considerable musical talents she has also appeared on the big screen in "Evita" and "The Commitments". The daughter of Jean and Gerry Corr, musicians themselves, her talent and beauty have made her a global star.
The Corr siblings upbringing in Dundalk was instilled with a strength of character that sustained them through the darker moments of their career. — Andrea, Caroline, Sharon and brother Jim — have sold over 40 million albums since their 1995 debut, but it wasn’t an overnight success. For years before they secured a record deal, the Corrs were met with indifference by the music business. Nobody wanted to know them, or give them a contract.
Recorded in Dublin, Ireland and Los Angeles, USA, their 2005 Album, “Borrowed Heaven” featured all but one of the songs written by The Corrs. The exception was the Golden Globe-nominated “Time Enough For Tears”, written by U2's Bono, Gavin Friday, and Maurice Seezer. The theme song for the 2003 film, 'In America,' the original version performed on the movies soundtrack by Andrea Corr. Making a special guest appearances on "Borrowed Heaven" were Ladysmith Black Mambazo, in providing backing vocals on the title track.
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Andrea
01 June 2002
Just to see her is enough
to put a smile in my heart
Then I may never ever
meet her in staying apart
The unification not one
of reality in life
Be it that some day she
may become a wife
Her home being a world
away from future desire
Unless I had a
jetliner to hire
Yet the truth
remains a fact
To see her leaving
my smile intact
“Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the desire:
this is also vanity and vexation [confusion] of spirit.”
Ecclesiastes 6: 9 KJV
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1914
Andrea Again
01 June 2002
Say its true and I will
runaway with you
Even if the reality
is this will never do
To see your Irish eyes
shining bright
A beauty reflected in the
colour of the light
For I have never stopped
to fall in love with you
This I can
say is true
Both our lives being a
dividend of shares
Without the need to runaway
after your stares
“Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things
are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are good report; if
there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”
Phillippians 4: 8 KJV
1929
Still Andrea
04 June 2002
It is enough to see her face and
realise the popularity of the appeal
Then there is an understanding towards
what is love and what is real
In a world where images come in
a box of several shapes in mind
The emphasis many not
always relate to being kind
So a glimpse of an
beauty Irish born
Is far less damaging
than that of scorn
A stillness of the heart a directive less
inclined in the nature of things
After all like an angel she
has a voice that sings
“And they sang together by course in praising and giving
thanks unto the LORD; because he is good, for his mercy
endureth for ever toward Israel. And all the people
shouted with a great shout, when they praised the LORD,
because the foundation of the house of the LORD was laid.”
Ezra 3: 11 KJV
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Through Irish Eyes
10 June 2002
When your Irish eyes
are smiling at me
How I’d look to dive in
their pool and swim free
For it is as if our hearts
beat the one tune
Like sunlight reflected
at night from the moon
Such imagination to
feebly endure but brief
As if floating from the
tree of an Autumn leaf
The season refined in an eternal Summer
with a touch of Spring thrown in
With dew drops upon a
soul unquenched with fashion
This moment to pause
and adore your passion
“And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him
that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come.
And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.”
Revelation 22: 17 KJV
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Breast Dressed in Wonder
08 May 2006
Lynda in beauty, Lynda in fun
Lynda with a rope of truth
a wonder woman to some
Likened unto the Last Mohican
or where dukes in Hazzard County do roam
Born in July, an Arizona girl
where beauty was wonder
her eyes a blue rich in pearl
Bespectacled as Diana Prince
more the bridesmaid of encounter
Created and recreated once again
forever eternal in wonder of name
Lynda, Lynda Carter
her heart sweet to breast
Just to know, just to understand
there was more to beauty
than the size of a woman’s chest
Lynda Carter was born on 24 July 1951 in Arizona, USA. In 1973, she won the Miss World-U.S.A title, representing Arizona and thereafter took on the role of an actresses for the part of “Wonder Woman”, in the TV series Wonder Woman, that ran from 1976 to 1979. A character that has become one of the most indelible characters in TV history.
Married twice. Her first marriage was to her former agent Ron Samuels in 1977. They were divorced in 1982. She married lawyer Robert Altman in 1984. The couple have two children, James and Jessica Altman.
Lynda Carter played the role of Elizabeth Shields in the 1994/1995 production of “Hawkeye” based on the 19th century novel, James Fenimore Cooper’s “The Last of the Mohicans”. Carter had her first appearance in a major feature film in a number of years in the 2005 big-screen remake of The Dukes of Hazzard. She also appeared in the 2005 movie “Sky High” as Principal Powers, the head of a school for superheroes. The script allowing Carter to poke fun at her most famous character by having her state: “How do you expect me to do something like that? I'm not Wonder Woman.”
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Louisiana Lovein’
30 April 2006
Left in a silent moment
to ponder over what was right
This reason of love in making true
taking you in arms and banging you
Across a planet too far to stretch
a length, neither long enough, yet big
This style of Texas, in oil to bore
putting out, in erection of rig
Just to know it was pleasure
whether in leather boots
or sexy and alluring, high heeled shoes
A man’s taste, her flavour to admire
sweet and sensual, loving to choose
Never silent, as to the rhythm of breath
rubbing bodies and tongue to cheek
Now you know, it was not in the dark
of your nakedness and own to peak
“The pleasure of love is in loving.”
Francois de La Rochefoucauld (1613 - 1680)
French author and moralist
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Cloves of Edelweiss
29 April 2006
Edelweiss, my love, my dream, a rose
Each petal your beauty, noble and white
An amber sensation a glowing
this journey to the light
Shades of New Orleans and a propagation of seed
This lamp of Bossier, a city with a heart
as if Shreveport was another road to Monroe
Numbers, Twenty in an eye to view
for where was left, another place
of an encircled by two
Along the Louisiana Boardwalk
two steps held in hand
Never alone, next to another stand
as if who knew this place of Cedar Grove
An entity and an empire, only Texas Avenue would take
a merciful heart, each breath of Red river to clove
An aromatic flower as if to bud that scent of gift
to cleave unto another and sense the spirit within
Who knew there was an answer to kindness
was it heaven, or could it be of bliss
An alpine plant Edelweiss, in the German language means noble and white.
The City of Bossier City. is located along the east bank of the Red river across from
Shreveport in Northwest Louisiana, USA. The area of Bossier City dates back to the 1830’s
when it was the Elysian Groves Plantation of James and Mary Cane.
Steamboat loads of cotton, corn, and sweet potatoes were shipped to markets in the south
and east, from the plantation port known as “Cane’s Landing”. Bossier City’s name has always
been unique. First known as Cane’s Landing, it was briefly referred to as Alexander’s Precinct
and Caneville. It was first officially named and incorporated as the Village of Bossier City,
then the Town of Bossier City and finally declared as the City of Bossier City.
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