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Luck: Real or just pretend
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Okay, fair enough. Prior to about 1990, I would have been extolling the benefits of good luck. By the end of the nineties, my luck just seemed to vanish like a soap bubble. Didn't break a mirror, or any of the superstitious things. How about a way to reverse it?
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Luck: Real or just pretend
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I swear I have had a decade long run of bad luck, what's that old saying? If I didn't have bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all. Is there truth to this thinking? I feel like I am the hero in a video game and the kid who bought the game really sucks and n e v e r wins! What is the way out?
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Gone Forever
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Wow
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The Last Cowboy Waltz
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Last Waltz of the Cowboy
He let the cold of the ocean Take the blackness away That he’d carried inside Since a long time ago His boots on his saddle His horse walked beside him The tide was washing old times away And he was watching them go Memories came Of a time he’d been happy Of the prettiest waitress In that Midwest saloon She’d bring his whiskey And the end of the long day And then they’d lay together From sundown till noon Now his eyes found the sunset And he thought of her long hair And the sound of her laughter And the light of her smile She’d been the sunshine of his life All their times spent together How long the pain would ride with him She had been gone awhile And the eyes of the brothers As black as the darkness They were bullies and fools And called while he was away They had their way with his sunshine Too many shots led to one more And then he’d ridden home And found her that way How he’d stood there lost Where her pine box was buried Where now his sunshine was carried Never to feel her warmth again And quiet as the moonlight He loaded his pistols He knew that his fallen sunshine Would be joined by two men Guns worn low on his hip He rode to the bar room To the card games where He knew they would play He tied up his horse And he stepped on the porch Swinging doors closed behind him Like the end of the day They sat about a round table Clothed with whiskey and money In the back of the bar room Six men holding five cards A piano playing ragtime Everybody is smoking At the end of the long bar A wooden Indian stands guard He walked past the bartender As he moved toward the table The room became quiet Except the buzzing of flies The other men backed away From the unsmiling brothers Before their hands reached their holsters He put one between each of their eyes He’d ridden away From the hell he’d discovered Countless moons he rode under Past field and tree He didn’t want to see life A life with no sunshine He’d ridden down from the mountains Till he came to the sea He let the cold of the ocean Take the blackness away That he’d carried inside Since a long time ago ©MM |
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Forever
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Thanks. I w a s a lucky guy
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My Holiday Wish For You
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Though the breath
Of winter has turned cold And the days seem Short of hours There’s a special time Arriving Full of warmth and cheer And flowers It’s a once a year reminder Of a way we always knew When hope seems ripe Upon the tree And not just for a few There’s a man in red With reindeer Fill of giving, joy and cards A part of time that’s cast in rhyme By a thousand or more bards A place when we remember Every deed that warmed our heart And we hope inside With poise and pride That we have done our part And every tribulation Seems to fade into the fire And a cheery disposition finds The land set to inspire From the place My heart is resting By the endless morning tide Where I do my deepest thinking With the seagull as my guide I wish you and yours A season Filled with Love On Christmas Day And will toast you all with eggnog From my roost on Christmas Bay Sitting by the restless ocean With it’s endless coat of blue May happy holidays surround My Christmas wish to you ©MM |
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The Russian River
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As a young boy on the river
A little upstream from the sea Life was never a bore Had all that I could explore It was the right place for a young pirate to be I made a sail of a beach towel And with a broomstick mast I was the soul of defiance In a world full of giants Made that old canoe move pretty fast The house was a cabin atop of a hill And my homeport was an old concrete dock Never worried about doing Or even doing with out I couldn't even tell time from a clock It was truly a time of conquest Watching my own nations rise and fall I ruled the lands of my reaches From the bridge and nude beaches Until I would hear my mother call I had unexplored lands At the touch of my hands Until I got to the vineyards beyond With my machete that gleamed I ruled the whole world it seemed From the aluminum deck of my boat on that pond I had a plank in the unlikely event I ever took a prisoner to keep And ever certain was I Beneath the sun in the sky I could condemn that poor soul To the trust of the deep And on occasion I found cause to smile A pretty young girl as my mate And with our wondering faces Showed her my secret places A pirates creed to always tempt fate And now I look back to a part of my past A time I wouldn't trade on a bet Sweet memory always delivers The time a pirate ruled the rivers And I know that I will never forget As a young boy on the river A little upstream from the sea Life was never a bore Had all that I could explore It was the right place for a young pirate to be ©MDM |
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Forever
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When I spent time in Jamaica
I had a view there from my room It was the sea out to infinity And the view was for me whom Was waiting for the moment Where ever it would come from above When came hence the time Beyond prose and rhyme Maybe it is time to fall in love And two hearts in dark were lighted And events transpired such That a pair of souls were pressed In the darkness of a moment When a single candles light shone through And became just like a lighthouse For the passion of these two And the hunger of the moment Took away the past pains feel And replaced the inhibitions With a meaning much more real Time and space once wide Have seemed to hide inside Desire and the smile And with every touch it means so Much I feel your heart across the miles How much I wish that I were there Within your embrace for which my Arms yearn And my longing for you Shelly Makes every part of my heart burn So tonight as you lay staring At the ceiling same as I Just remember our ship is coming And together we will sail To forever You and I ©MM |
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A Short Rhyme
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Every moment passes by me
With at least one thought of you The clouds are like your smile When the sun comes streaming through I can always find a rainbow The pot of gold is like the feel of your hair There's so many ways I feel so happy When ever you and I are there Whether climbing inside each other Or even sleeping hand in hand You make me feel so much amazement And make me feel so much a man And your presence drive me crazy With a strong kind of desire Your kiss starts my ignition And your touch then flames the fire Our time together has been magic When I'm away I'm looking For An excuse to drive back over Just so that I can be With you more ©MM |
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A Christmas Memory
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Thanks Betsy_baby :)
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A Christmas Memory
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It’s soon after ten
And I’m at it again I’ve got you all over my mind You come with the breeze And I find you with ease And my troubles all soon fall behind I miss you so much All your parts and your touch And your smile And the flow of your hair And feeling so snug Lost inside your hug Yes I was quite happy in there And each night while we dozed And you had your eyes closed The sound of your breath beside me And the innocent touch Of soft skin much Like petals of roses should be And to bury my face Hiding in your embrace Is a pleasure that I can near taste And when I say how I do How you say you do too Makes my heart speed up it’s pace Well it’s Christmas once more And with feet on the floor All that I have here to give Is to promise my love And all of me thereof Is for you for as long as we live And though it’s taking some time Soon I’ll be there to rhyme For you standing right there in my sight But for Christmas this dream It’s as magic as it seems I love you Baby Merry Christmas and good night ©MDM |
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Corazon - English Version
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Thank you, your words are my candy -M
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Corazon - English Version
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None of the candles still were burning
Though sunlight could now Be found upon the walls The quilts were tossed about the bed Left to watch the embers glowing red and No sounds were left except Her heart weeping Their passion had erupted all the night before Two souls lost mad in love And joined as one All the candles had been Gathered in worship Praying that The day would never be That the sunrise would wait Forever there for She knew with the birth of dawn The cannon would be heard again And he’d be gone She remembered how She’d knelt beside him Her gown like Red flames about his legs As her two hands squeezed his while His calloused fingers touched soft On her tear laden cheek Her cries gave voice her worries As she knew the days of battle would run red And she began to beg I love you so my darling Without you Oh without you I can’t go on She bowed her head Telling him that with him gone That God alone saw her path on He pulled her to her feet and his Eyes looked deep in to her own “Silence,” his voice whispered Commanding her to Be still he went on Do I allow these tears to steal my pride? You know that you alone own my love As he told her that his love For her was endless But when his country called That he must answer The fog had burned off While the sun was Still young in the sky The clouds were mixed with Smoke from battled waged As soldiers fired cannons And the ships there in the Harbor gave unfriendly reply With his hands pulling Her lips tightly to his He turned away To his masters call back to the war She saw how his eyes changed As he passed through the door With her arms wrapped around Her tightly as he rode away None of the candles still were burning No sounds were left except Her heart weeping ©MM |
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Topic:
Virtual Assistant...???
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Hi. I have been overloaded at points in my career where having something like this would have been great. I notice there are sites like http://www.virtualassistants.com/ for virtual office staff type work. I don't know if you'll find it helpful or not, but I wish you the best of luck.
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Topic:
Corazon
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FYI - I fought really hard with this one, trying to keep the length down and combine the Spanish and English to give it the right flavor, I hope it tracks okay
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Topic:
Corazon
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None of the candles still were burning
Though sunlight could now Be found upon the walls The quilts were tossed about the bed Left to watch the embers glowing red and No sounds were left except Her heart weeping Their passion had erupted all the night before Two souls lost mad in love And joined as one All the candles had been Gathered in worship Praying that The day would never be That the sunrise would wait Forever there for She knew with the birth of dawn The cannon would be heard again And he’d be gone She remembered how She’d knelt beside him Her gown like Red flames about his legs As her two hands squeezed his His calloused fingers touched soft On her tear laden cheek Her cries gave voice her worries As she knew the days of battle would run red And she began to beg “Te quiero así, yo no puedo vivir sin usted” Telling him that with him gone That God alone saw her path on He pulled her to her feet and his Eyes looked deep in her own “Silencio,” his voice whispered Commanding her be still he went on “¿Permitiría yo que sus lágrimas toman mi honor?” “¿Cuándo usted sabe que el corazón es suyo para siempre más?” As he told her that his love For her was endless But when his country called That he must answer The fog had burned off While the sun was Still young in the sky The clouds were mixed with Smoke from battled waged As soldiers fired cannons And the ships there in the Harbor gave unfriendly reply With his hands pulling Her lips tightly to his He turned away To his masters call back to the war She saw how his eyes changed As he passed through the door With her arms wrapped around Her tightly as he rode away None of the candles still were burning ©MM |
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Topic:
A Soldiers Love
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Wow I could feel you holding hope tightly as you wrote this. What a magnificent candle in the darkness.
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Song to Your Heart
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I want to study
So much music theory I want to find the song to your heart We’d make beautiful music If we were ever together But we’re always apart I want to make dancers Discover their passion While their feet are on the dance floor And as our eyes meet our Hearts explode from the beat So hot that we can’t ignore Do I need electric guitars Should I add in a harp Or just some violin bows Should I look deep in your face While someone’s playing a bass Does that strike the right pose What would make you pirouette That move that I can’t forget Your skirt was swirling so high And how we clapped our hands For the skill of the band When the night said goodbye So tell me what combination Would be the perfect flirtation To make your heart smile And when the time comes Perhaps some steel drums Might bring us close for awhile To complete your satisfaction What would be the attraction The notes that I’m trying to find How do I build the right band Like breakers striking the sands That would make you all mine I want to study So much music theory I want to find the song to your heart ©MM |
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Topic:
Behind the Green Door
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What do you see on the outside
A white house with a deck On a carpet of lawn Raking the leaves And waving as the neighbors pass by An old pick up truck and a tired old shed Empty chairs in the front And the back yard A cold morning breeze The first days of winter write the sky And you’d never suspect that this scene Isn’t from a painting Old Norman Rockwell A magazine cover Americana in a New England town Green paint peeling from the door A few shingles missing And the garden all weeds And a long hedge grows the house Wears it like a long evening gown But the comfort seen on the outside Stays on the outside it seems The yard reflects Heart of hearth and home But it’s not really what I feel inside Most of the pictures now live inside cardboard A broken guitar instead of Songs to sing Did the rest of me follow on the Cold day the music died The days are now filled with memories Some were from good times Enjoying friends and family But I can’t seem to Find reason to smile anymore And when the suns coming up There are tears coming down And misting my view of the world And that’s what you’ll find If you look Behind the green door ©MM |
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Topic:
Island Time
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Actually, since I am still sitting here in western Mass and its pretty cold Mr Bigglesworth, this poem is more a fond memory than live action
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