Sound around my Head

2 gig iPod sent by god? no my cousin Geri..listen to tunes any month to June..dream dancing fairies..enhance every moment..with stereo sound..hi fi is a lie but it is cheaper by the pound..Xmas time not hard to rhyme but puts some in a mess..Xmas enhance wear no pants yelling distress..vowing thus to hang themselves..prayer wing and a hope..quality of merchandise..stupid with broken rope..

I fear that I did hear something in the wind..someone who thinks they run things wants to war again..President please resident for 4 more stable years..I do not get my jollies by realizing worst fears..some think money mad is you..pre civil war deplore..found a peace hope something sane like counting one to four..some things were available as you inherit mess..of largest stupid self involved greed don’t have to guess..Christmas holiday is time to love and buy your friends..relatives and those with eight toes wish their lives would end..

Suicides and dangerous rides at amusement parks..until hurt each little squirt says ‘danger is a lark’..Party Pattie friend is fatty makes Pattie look good..even when she bulks like gasworks hulk is understood..elves fashion toys for boys and dolls for little girls..dresses, boots and guns that shoot foolish things at the world..all these things are laughed at in the universal say..which says ..

Love is the wonderworld what will you do today?  Happy Holidays to you all faithful kneel and pray..be careful respect others love each and every day..everyone a story..written there to see..but what they perform my friends may not be who they be..fear cannot slow one down..when drunk happy in love..releases trust bravery..and

soft peace of a dove..

I remember the Bee Gees singing..’Ooo you’re a holiday..every day is a holiday..now is my time to say..and I say you’re a holiday’..I say simply..Peace T@cftd

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Martyr Valentine

 

It is love and love only

The following is an excerpt from ‘NEWSMAX.COM’s ‘Valentine’s Day History’.   Put here to learn and show the origin of each holiday; perhaps to learn the situations in life which brought it about..

‘The date derives its name from several Christian martyrs from the early hundreds. (AD)

‘One specific Valentine is said to have been martyred in Africa on February 14th and that is where the date came from.

‘The romantic aspect of the holiday comes for Geoffrey Chaucer who wrote, “For this was Saint Valentine’s Day, when every bird cometh there to choose his mate”.  (I believe Chuacer to be wonderfully romantic..but for me sententious at times).

‘Critics mistakenly assumed he was referring to St. Valenine’s Day of February 14th, although that is not when birds would be mating.’

‘Chaucer’s writing seems to have brought it to light..prior to his writing it there was no existing holiday.’

‘It seems only just that the city of l0ve, Paris, adopted a High Court of Love on February 14th, 1400.  This was run by woman on the basis of their poetry reading ability of the earliest written Valentine’s’.

Having excerpted here..I proceed to my poem for this day..

                                                               

 

  ’The romantic finds good purpose                                       

 News came this way..brand new holiday..brings peace, romance to the head..remembered youth in marriage bed..

In long lost past time it seems Missionaries had their dreams..buried intent of riches find..bring glory god to each mind..man without wife brings need..missionaries sought to breed..what the buried motive there..he was human..need not care..

Commands justified you see..by the Christian diety..plant the seed..burn the wood..God will know..you do good..for the soul..on the earth..they claimed they brought spiritual birth..each day night..then sunrise..did they proselytize?

Everyone knows the tale..how commands control must fail..against sun wind stars trees and rain..for greed kills spirit love brings pain..forgetting that..bad ol’ bad..thinking of the love I had..

Valentine wish here for thee..best love ever you could see..

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!

The fun and games mankind has had with this holiday is remembered..with pics..Peace Tony

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American Tradition..Glorfying Gangsters

         

        

 

 

        

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Friend From Past Times..

Walk home late night Saturday..some years gone I walked this way..through graveyard from cowboy times..real deal walk with ghostly mimes..

Dark dirt road over a hill..pioneer time..blood was spilled..no Thanksgiving turkey roast..just a tale heard from a ghost..

Spirit abstract spoke to me..said ‘seems like eternity..since I had a chance to say..how I came to be this way’..

‘Will you listen..you can hear..listen to my love and fears..Mary me old horse I rode..stopped to see a horny toad’..

‘Drank whiskey took from the vat..courage, fine! just where it’s at..felt like Spring..but it was fall..heard indians’ coyote call’..

‘Covey quail to blue sky..love feel stong met heart met eye..death was carried there to me..blinded by love could not see’..

‘Indian wild eyes did gape..killed I could not stop a rape..horror story from my love..witnessed only by a dove’..

Finally I found my voice..’you lived in courage..made a choice..to live daring..to live free..caring love..to sense to see’..

Eternal is the cowboy there..timeless in his guilt compare..from what was..what could not be..past seconds..his eternity

Said goodbye did a dance..he had known love..took a chance..biggest gamble..stakes are shown..greatest rewards ever known..

Not react..or judgement see..makes my love or destiny..just some honor..from sensed real..just a love..to chance to feel..

If every moment of every time..was lived in loving..what a world it could be..Peace Tony

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Dancetime Day

A Russian Rendering..Ivan Bilibin..beautiful for today..(image Wikipedia)

Times good rhymes, fairy tales, some hold for true and free..with babes, family animals round a fine fir tree..one grown on the hillside..seems just for you and me..special is the timeride..let’s swim the yuletide sea..

The tree speaks of the air and clouds snow no carried dirt..good dog he smiles naturally no harm, foul or hurt..children laugh excitement..learn to play the toys..that hid inside packages called expected joys..

Horse whinny on road where it passes round the bend..behind the hill next to the path goes to the home of Ben..who married Bobbies sister..saw them just yesterday..spoke of  who may visit..come here..come all this way..

‘Distance can be a challenge’..I said to build a thought on how things are traveled..given sensed or caught..the sky may change a mood..sunlight or sudden dark..but where I’ve been and where I go love will make a mark..

Amiable warm feeling..walk across the yard..the horse is getting closer..did I send that card?..The sun is shining beautifully on ‘by the road hill’..clear holiday is my way..do recieve or will..

To say ‘I love you’..so easy to say..the feel what people gag on..such a hobbled way..open is the answer..feel, understand to do..a key for any dancer..a Christmas gift for you.

MERRY CHRISTMAS..Peace Tony

 

 

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Busy City Street..XMAS TIME

In the Folks of the City each One Live a Child..

Wander from home the seldom seen the farm..few bucks bottle..look to have a woman on my arm..brand new city to explore..people love and what’s more..I can sing here play a rhyme..Busy City Street at Christmas time..

Stores and bustle in the city..all the faces feel..roadmaps of emotions,.some solid some not real..hold my mind behind the thick of hurtproof glass..today I hold it open folks..today my love can pass..

Went to an emporium where those who travel go..ride a horse..bird camel..anthing you know..I just want something..to ride a mile or four..want to make the holiday..new talk there and lore..

‘Round strange town feel right at home cannot sense a fear..seein’ happy..joy and love..means a lot to me..bound to last a day and night may just last all year..On Christmas Love Good Holiday…it feels good to be here..

HAPPY HOLIDAYS..YOU OF THE BLOG..wish You GIFTS THAT YOU WANT..MAKE YOU All  AGOG..Peace Tony

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Giving Thanks..with Love..#2

A love in Family

Images of snow..from a friend

Feel holiday good feel free..in holiday what comes to me..the street is Sunday quiet..the sky blue white with cloud..Thanksgiving is a day to say I love you right out loud..Family not far away..folks came just to feel..other times brought to this day..share in love for real..cat lays smelling turkey, cream cheese with watchful eye..good for holiday..do not have to try..

My woman happy singing..in another room..fish swim..birds are winging..lightning to the gloom..like sitting on a hollow log..whistling a tune..or with a first love time gone by..in the month of June

The garden is a sparkle..dew from the morning fair..red flowers and the grass and trees..share the crispy air..each moment is a blessing..nothing can go wrong..when right no fight frustration..a happy strong love song..

Indians saw white man..was it such a shock?..they sat down to dinner..after Plymouth Rock..eating and sharing ways..to eat on natures floor..they knew eating was better done..than any kind of war..

The birds seem happier today..dogs have friendly smiles..cats and people settled happy..enjoying their styles..love  with you  Thanksgiving Day..every boy and girl..thank life in the moment..all around the world..

HAPPY THANKSGIVING..Peace Tony

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Worlds of the Living

One beer and then home..a warm place..with my woman

Worlds in a wonder sunglow and thunder..prism crystal spectrum good..moon to a moonstone..active and gently..doin’ just mirror love good..reflected and imaged personal one..known just to few..when they are speaking in praise or find fault..is the reflected called you? 

Miners in caverns..minors in bars..drinking in taverns racing in cars..sweaty in body dirty on brow..measure of man his labor and how..same age in tavern earn a degree..man of profession..something to see..trail in the forest..path nursery..wild child or raised in preschool versed to be..

Stars past the windowpane smell of the air..clear turn to crystal-sparkle the stair..direction is carried in what is sensed..light changes to rhythm high hatted gents..turn to the quiet..turn to the dark..sound of a loon..sound of a lark..known in feeling up from the bone..love in the living..never alone..

Ducks have a question..deep in their eyes..bravely attacking me one tenth my size..laughter in looking..fun in relief..the feel in the duck is her feel of belief..her ducklings are beautiful protect with life..for laughter my children my soul and my wife..

I got song in my voice and hands..sane in my mind..excited she stands..gentle and kind..she asked of my journey where do I roam?..I answer ‘your with me I’m already home..harp for the mourning song of the hills..guitar and piano..with voice for the thrills..

Rest by the fire..this old couch is good..look at the table..fine old carved wood..fire is crackling..’bout third a cord..snappin’ and crackin’ coals each spoken word..jigger of bourbon warm snuggle love..my love home rests easy..coos like a dove..

It is a time before thanksgiving..If I die now..or tomorrow..I thank life for the time here..Peace Tony

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Aiko Aiko

New Orleans at the Height of Mardi Gras in the 19th c. (ca 1890) Canal St.

I thought to share a tad of musicology and folk history this morning.  I excuse myself from laziness because this is a good job by Dr. John describing and explaining the etymology of a Creole Patois.  The word Iko..(Aiko)..means to express oneself with a musical beat..in song..dance or instrument.  The lyric does say ‘Iko Iko all day’.  With that I present the good Dr.’s presentation off the cover of his 1972 album ‘Dr. John’s Gumbo‘

‘The song was written and recorded in the early 1950′s (1953) by a New Orléans singer named James Crawford who worked under the name of ‘Sugar Boy and the Cane Cutters’.  It was recorded in the 1960′s by the Dixie Cups for Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller‘s Red Bird Records, but the format we’re following here is Sugar Boy’s original.  Also in the group were Professor Longhair on Piano, Jake Myles, Big Boy Myles, Irv Bannister on Guitar and Eugene ‘Bones’ Jones on drums.  The group was also known as the Chipaka Shaweez.  The song was originally called Jocko Mo, and it has a lot of Creole patois in it.  Jocko Mo means Jester in the old myth.  It is Mardi Gras music and the Shaweez was one of many Mardi Gras groups who dressed up in far out indian costumes and came on as indian tribes.  The tribe used to hang out on Claiborne Ave. and used to get juiced up there getting ready to perform and ‘second line’ in their own special style during Mardi Gras.  That’s dead and gone because there is a freeway were those grounds used to be .  The tribes were like social clubs who lived all year for Mardi Gras, getting their costumes together.  Many of them were musicians, gamblers, hustlers and pimps.’

The first commercial recording of this song was done in the waiting room of a recording studio.  While waiting to session they bagan singing the song..for rhythm the drummer used his sticks and ashtrays.  Leiber and Stoller recorded this..they added bass and drums and that was what went out to the public. 

This is of special interest to me.  Long ago George ‘Fish’ Meyers, a good friend and creative musician, after a band practice, said ‘everyone grab something and tap out what you feel..a rock, tin can..whatever’..to the 20 or so folks in his front yard.  I used my harp for some do waka doo..Tim had his guitar..the result was amazing.  A solid good beat.

In one of my quotes I said..’Knowledge is word definition and skill is pragmatic application of knowledge’.  I continually find credence for this quote in researching etymology and well done historical writings or observations as well as understanding of the whys and wherefores of certain colloquial oddities, phrases and social actions. 

In this time of ‘researching to repair the bumbles’..when there are more things..either through wear and tear or lack of knowledge and/or attention..that ‘need fixin’..than those well done, good things which have stood the test of time and ravages of the living..’it is important to communicate as honestly as possible’.  If one can do that it is a beginning of communication..honesty in social groups..forming society.

To misrepresent is a lie..which wastes time, the most valuable of resources.

 

If  I attempt to speak honestly..as I know myself..I feel I have done more than most in this area..Peace Tony

 

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