She sings the Church songs on Sunday
and tries to emulate the feeling the singer had
In its absence, she taps those soon-to-be
manicured nails on the table
and taps those eight years old Shirleys
that even God would question on the floor
She bows her head and damn near speaks
in tongues that even the tongue can’t decipher
She taps the mind to make it believe, like she does, that She is doing all the right things to make it into Heaven’s God’s grace
She can’t wait ’til Church is over
So She can resume how others see her
All along, She was planning her day
Tag: song
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The Coming Out Party
It’s time
Let the lights shine
Break out the Bacardi
All Hail the coming out party
Might not be a big thing
Why don’t you see what’s underneath
Jump up and down and sing
Why did Eve have to wear a leaf?
Times are changing
Not so much for the world
So the closets are flaming
Even children want to unfurl
Why hide so much
When all love is hearty
So much Sweetness to the touch
Time for a coming out party
Break the taboo
Was it really written in stone?
Powers that be don’t have a clue
They tap more than a telephone
Raise your voices
And take a stand
You have choices
Hold the same hand
What a treasure
Make their hearts see
Pleasure is the measure
Just join the coming out party
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Real Meadowlarks
Posers
Dosers
Fine mark for the closers
Taking and faking
Shaking for the money
They’re not making
Real meadowlarks
Hidden by the question marks
Riddled them with scathing remarks
Carried away by hellos and harks
There are the lights and darks
Masquerading through themes and parks
Protection
Perfection
In need of direction
Truth isn’t what you see
It’s just a ghost
Between reality
The drug that’s green
Makes them so mean
Smiling on paper or a screen
Jealousy pops an artist spring
When they are forced to sing
Passion isn’t always in the feeling
Meadowlarks are so real
Colors of wonder you can feel
Elusive as they love
Tunes perfectly fit like a glove
Melodious treasure field troves
See how the lonely smoke their cloves
I’m waving my flag
I’m waving my flag down below
In hopes you see my surrender
Praying the right direction the wind does flow
Hearing Elvis sing “Love Me Tender”
My flag has seen many countries
Hurt by some, damaged by none
Never burned like heat in trees
Riding the waves while having fun
But I’m waving my flag
Giving to you my heart and soul
Now that I’ve let the cat out of the bag
Naughty purr for a kitty cat’s hole
Don’t let my flag touch the ground
Welcoming hands might say no
Coming dressed in white to the sound
Of parting waters that deliciously flow
“Love Me Tender” plays
To the banging and chatter
When duty calls for missionary stays
In go the grunts and out when they matter
I’m waving my flag down below
And it’s headed in your direction
The North Pole is as far as it will go
Extending joy of pure affection
The 3 Most Important People in the World
“People. People who need People. Are the luckiest People in the World.” These are words sang by the incomparable Barbra Streisand in the 1964 song, “People.” I’ve always been fan of Streisand’s , not so much for her songs, but for her voice. When you hear that powerful voice, you know it’s Barbra. To see her is a different story, simply because not everybody’s voice matches their face; and not everybody’s talking voice lets off that they are one of the greatest singers on the planet. Anyway, let’s get back to that song, “People.” As I got older, I started to pay attention to song lyrics a lot more. I mean, there were times when I would be out in the club or at a house party or even in the park where everybody was jamming only to realize that we all must really like that thumping beat or we all were just idiots and couldn’t hear the absurdity in the ‘music’ the host was playing. The lyrics were complete gibberish. Then again, that was the company I chose to keep. Now, I’m not saying that I’m any better than anybody else. It’s just that I, like many others, will do what we can in order to be able to keep company with some-body else: People.
Over my many years on earth, I have come to terms with the types of people there are that affect us.
- The Person You Have To Know – This is the type of person that is spoken of by everyone. Whether it’s in a positive light or a negative light, this human being becomes a near bane of your existence. You can almost say that this male or female is the “Go-To-Person” for everything. Just being seen in this person’s presence automatically increases your credibility level with anyone doesn’t have the balls to make an effort to show the world you are alive too. Even the tiniest form of verbal communication like a compliment of one’s dress style not only pumps that person’s ego, but does wonders for yours as well. After office hour events with this person is recommended.
- The Person You Should Know But Can’t Have Anything To Do With – Every office has this type of person. The Know-it-All that’s bad for everybody’s image. You must make it a point to make yourself known to this person simply because they have a tendency to make anything (good or bad) fester. If there is no opportunity for you to ever meet, situations and tensions are less easily handled and makes you more insecure about your role in office affairs. Even if you had nothing to do with the ordeal, this person’s back always turned to you could turn into an ulceric-affair.
- The Person You Should Have Absolutely Nothing To Do With – Poison. Aside from knowing who this individual is, you should avoid him or her like the plague. It’s sad to say, there are those who radiate doom and gloom or even just plain bad luck. To acknowledge this person’s presence with a “Hello,” “Good Morning,” “Have a Nice Day,” is more than enough; You’re not totally shunning this person but you are not making any waves to become bosom buddies either. And it’s probably to your advantage to “keep it real” and keep moving.
I am no psychologist. I am only giving my perspective on the types of people I have grown to witness throughout my living days. It’s been through trial and error that led me to come up with these three types of personalities. Aside from the typical introvert (human characteristics or behaviors that keeps one from sharing his or her qualities with others) and the extrovert (exuding characteristics and or behaviors in a manner to social acceptance or relevance), there are those who are comfortable at simply adapting to whatever environment or conditional forces subjected to. For the person who must be a part of any one of these two classes of people, maybe we can all wish them well. Unless, of course, you yourself find the need to jump on that – therapeutic bandwagon. “…People who need people. Are the luckiest People in the World.” Really? Does everybody agree with that? To need – is to yearn, more than desire. The lyrics sound good. They may even have seemed socially relevant at the time Barbra sang them. But… I guess the late Marvin Hamlisch couldn’t transpose “need” with “want.” It definitely would have thrown off the effect and flow of the masterpiece. Either way, music touches us in ways some conversations do. Some of us only pretend to be listening to what the other person is saying. Then again, some of us find it easier to just walk away……….. and not look back.
I still enjoy a good Barbra Streisand melody every now and then. She’s got fame, fortune. What’s best is, she’s got World adoration, true fans that will follow her wherever she may go (some not so economy-permitting). She, on the other hand, doesn’t let them dictate her life. What a personality! For 99.9% of the World, she will never fit into any one of our categories of People.
Cut my beauty sleep short
From where I lay
I can hear the church bells
They let me know
It’s time to sow
The sound never changes
But the tune always does
Who pulls the strings
And makes me want to sing
What problems do I have?
Are they worth anything?
Is my soul a part of the world?
Should I help peace unfurl?
There are times I feel tired
Lo, I am most admired
Life it may not show me
Just where my position will be
But given time
I will be fine
Walk and then dare cross that fine line
Cherish the day I do sleep and
Swim in fine red wine
Maybe then I will ring the bells
As sweetly as Heaven doth tells
Serving as that bright light
Keeping me on a path so right