me keep me home clean top to bottom
with them peppermint soap
me got me them dream catcher
me mirror me crystals and tumbling stones
for the fates goddesses gods and tarot
to hear me prayers and me hopes
me got me them cinnamon in me cupboard
and me salt too you know that that's right
yes me grandmother she's the one who would teach me
she would teach me to know these things all of her days
but only for good only for good
to show respect to all to receive and repay
©sookietex 4~30~2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, June 25, 2012
Ode To The All England Lawn Tennis Club
Ode To The All England Lawn Tennis Club
©sookietex 6~25~2012
first day of the fortnight
contenders and champions
dressed cleanly in white
on courts of grass
so verdent and keen
the scene simultaneously
exciting and serene
©sookietex 6~25~2012
first day of the fortnight
contenders and champions
dressed cleanly in white
on courts of grass
so verdent and keen
the scene simultaneously
exciting and serene
Monday, May 30, 2011
Song Of The Marines [We're Shovin' Right Off Again]
The Song of The Marines
(We're Shovin' Right Off Again)
Written for: The Singing Marine (1937)
Performer: Dick Powell, Hugh Herbert, Lee Dixon, Allen Jenkins Studio Chorus
Lyric: Al Dubin
Additional British lyric: Charles Dunn
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1937
Original publisher: Remick Music Corp
Verse 1:
There's gotta be pork, there's gotta be beans,
In order to fill up and fatten the fightin' Marines,
The mighty Marines.
We carry all our vitamins inside a little can,
For corned beef is a delicacy in China or Japan;
And so, we're ready to go, wherever we go,
We know that we go prepared
To fight the foe or see that we keep 'em scared;
On land we always land a bit of femininity,
And then we hear the bugle blow,
And where the heck are we?
Chorus:
Over the sea let's go, men!
We're shovin' right off,
We're shovin' right off again;
Nobody knows where or when,
We're shovin' right off,
We're shovin' right off again.
It may be Shanghai,
Farewell and goodbye;
Sally and Sue, don't be blue;
We'll just be gone for years and years and then,
We're shovin' right off for home again!
Verse 2 (from British sheet music):
There's gotta be work, as well as canteens,
In order to discipline all of those fightin' Marines,
The blighted Marines.
But also by this rule they must have lots and lots of play,
And that's how you bring up the Marines into the fighting way;
And so, a good NCO can take us in tow,
None of us then give a hang,
But deal the blow with parry and thrust and bang;
And when the scrap is over, we'll relax in our own way,
Each man for himself with the dames around,
Call it a day;
[Chorus]
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Ms Red Pen's 5 Word Challenge
This is not a poem, but i couldn't resist participating in Ms Red Pen's 5 Word Challenge.
sookie's entry for 5 Word Challenge:
As i mingled with the party guests
the crowded room felt like a barren wasteland.
Some confuse polite small-talk with deep interest.
Just when i thought 'i don't have the energy
to listen one more insipid word' you walked over.
A distinct and welcome connection had begun.
As i mingled with the party guests
the crowded room felt like a barren wasteland.
Some confuse polite small-talk with deep interest.
Just when i thought 'i don't have the energy
to listen one more insipid word' you walked over.
A distinct and welcome connection had begun.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Praise For Spring
By Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
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Prayer Honoring the Goddesses of Spring
By Patti Wigington
Hail, and welcome!
Green life returns to the earth
blooming and blossoming
once more from the soil.
We welcome you,
goddesses of spring,
Eostre, Persephone, Flora, Cybele,
in the trees,
in the soil,
in the flowers,
in the rains,
and we are grateful
for your presence.
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