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2010

Uncle John

May your inner light strengthen you

To shine on each other

May the oceans of life bring you steady vision

New mystery with joy

May the love in this year's air

Carry and sustain and refresh you

May the earth you care

For reap treasures with protection

Renascence

Ants

             may be puny,

         but armies

     of ants,

         combining

           inspiration,

                     make a dead man

    dance.

Kind. Tender. Soft. Sympathetic.

Doubt Despair Gloomy Desolation.

The constant beat of life drum drumming tap tapping along.

Spontaneous Changing Phrasing Snapshot flections.

Dreams. Thoughts. Scenes. Songs in art and poems.

Deals and ideals. Rhymes and rhythms. Fingers and strings.

The setting in every town you go someone knows.

Jack didn't just listen the blues, he lived the down beat.

 Bluesy blues that bring you out of your troubled self

and puts a smile on your face of empathetic examination.

Jack would listen to the blues and jazz musicians late at night after-hours at dance clubs in Harlem or LPs by the smoke-filled moonlight refilling glasses between sips.

*

Ever see a tired

ba by

Crying to sleep

                             in its mother's arms

Wailin all night long

              while the locomotive

Wails on back

A cry for a cry

In the smoke and the lamp

Of the hard ass night

That's how I

fee-

             eel--

That's how

               I fee-eel!

That's how

        I feel--

What a deal!

Yes I'm goin ho

                            o

                                      ome

*

So Mister Engineer

   And Mister Hoghead

    Conductor Jones

And you head brakeman

And you, tagman

                 on this run

Give me a hiball

Boomer's or any kind

  Start that Diesel

All 3 Units

                              Less roll on down that rail

                             See Kansas City by dawn

                          Or grass of Amarilla

Or rooftops of Old New York

             Or banksides green with grass

In April

         Anywhere

*

 by Mary Hunt & Edna Marie Remillard

By Mary Hunt & Edna Marie Remillard

(Music by Brian Patenaude)

In the land of legend lived a prince

Who searched for a rose of blue

But where he looked and if he found

No one really knew

But I know one who has it

Within her own command

And she didn’t look far to find it

Nor search in a foreign land

It’s the rarest of all the flowers

For it can’t wilt and die with the years

Only grow all the more precious

With the warmth of human tears

To think that you have one

Is not such a hopeless thought

For let me tell you now my friend

Within yourself it’s wrought

It grows within a corporeal mass

Where the heart is as pure as the dove

Where a boy and girl have found each other

For the blue rose simply is love

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