By the margin of the ocean,
One pleasant evening in the month of June,
The charming-singing blackbird
His cheerful notes did sweetly tune.
Was there I spied a woman
All overpowered by grief and woe,
Conversing with young Bonaparte
Concerning the bonny bunch of roses-O

And then up and spoke the young Napoleon
As he took hold of his mother's hand,
Mother dear, be patient
Saying for soon it's I will take command.
I'll raise a terrible army
And through tremendous danger go.
And in spite of all of the universe
I'll conquer the bonny bunch of roses-O."

"And when the first you saw the Great Bonaparte,
You fell low on your bended knee
And you begged your father's life of him
And he granted it right manfully.
And then he took an army
And o'er the frozen alps did go;
He said, "I'll conquer Moscow
And come back for the bonny bunch of roses-O."

He's took five hundred thousand fighting men
And kings likewise for to join his throng.
He was so well provided for
Enough to sweep the whole world alone.
But when he came to Moscow
He was o'erpowered by driving snow
And Moscow was a-blazing,
He lost the bonny bunch of roses-O."

So son, don't speak so venturesome,
For England she has a heart of oak,
And England, Ireland, Scotland,
Their unity has never been broke.
And now think on, your father
In St Helena, his body it lies low,
And you may follow after,
So beware of the bonny bunch of roses-O."

June Tabor

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Meanwhile,CyPoet begins to sing...I'm being followed by a moon shadow...moon shadow...moon shadow.

LDF=Yes!
LDR=No!
Godspeed!CyPoet

G'morn(((2KMoM)))I hope you have a great day sweetheart.Here's #4 of 22.I'm glad you're enjoying them.Godspeed!Cy

Its no walk in the park with no light

I'm impatient and keen and I'm willing to fight,

I need help to carry on

And get through this mess that I'm working on.

Where do I start, do I finish?


Is it easy, is it hard, is it right, is it wrong?

How many questions am I allowed to ask,

Before I fall down and I'm carried along.

I am reading in the dark of this lighted room,

Thinking of my options that will not begin to bloom,

It's getting more complicated,

By the minute.



When you're looking outside at that tall grey brick wall,

And a bird catches gaze, falls and stumbles, then squalls,

You can't help but think of those unfortunate lies,

That can bury themselves but will suddenly arise.

How many crows must you count and then stall

Must you think about carefully then lose and so ball?

When lies do arise can you hide them with truth,

Or do they drift, from me to you?


I am reading in the dark of this lighted room,

Thinking of my options that will not begin to bloom,

It's getting more complicated,

By the minute.

Heathers

My CPU does not encompass human peer bonding.

The sweet surrender that you gave me when we first met
Was like the quenching of my thirst on a hot summer day
When you took my hand, your touch was cool and soothing
Your lips hydrating to a lost lover like me, so passionate
Now I am reborn in love,I have regained my confidence

Softly you showed me you cared
Loving me with affection of a true lover
Your passion kept me right there
I am trying to hold on to your touch
But baby your loving has me near despair

I needed someone that could understand my ambitions
Even certain dilemmas,as I work hard at my art
Encompassing love, peace and sensual renditions
The words that captivated you from the very start
Now you rip it all in shreds with jealous selfish intentions

Softly you gave me care
Loving me with affection as a lover
Your passion had kept me right there
I was trying to hold on to your touch
But baby loving you has me in despair

Now I am alone again although still expressing my art
Of love peace and passion for lovers to come together
Through words that were inspired from loving you in part
So I continue my art without your soft cool touch
Words are still flowing even through a broken heart

Secretly,I write to show I care
Loving you with affection as your lover
With passion to keep you right here
To have you hold on to my touch
Showing love through art not despair

Sweet surrenders,I give lovers the have met
Art quenching their thirst on a hot summer day
Holding hands with touches cool and soothing
Causing hydrated kisses for your lover so passionate
Let this art make you reborn in love,regain your confidence

As I write to show my care
Creating art for all affectionate lovers
Compassion to keep them both right there
Hold on to your lovers touch
Give your love beyond despair

Godspeed!CyPoet

G'luck!
Godspeed!CyPoet

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G'morn.(((2KMoM)))I hope you have a wonderful day my dear friend.Here is #3 of 22.Godspeed!Cy

Perhaps it is possible that the current mingle members,mods and admin.are a figment of your fanciful imagination.
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As swift the orb its voyage makes
From east to welcoming west
Thus life will its brief journey take
Twixt birth and eternal rest.

The morrow's but a breath away
Casting shadows on thy face
Hence must ye fill each enchanted day
Before life moves on apace.

Steal kisses now,beneath the bough
Whilst lips are pure and sweet
Banish sombre furrows from thy brow
And encircling sorrows cheat.

Young men will ne'er a maiden spurn
And may buxom matrons kiss
Yet this lesson ye must learn
Wrinkled crones he'll surely miss.