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Monday, December 26, 2022

Let Me Not As Other Men

 




















Let Me Not As Other Men


Let me not as other men,
Turn my face from hurt
From beggars with their empty hands,
Digging in the dirt.

Let me not as other men,
Lock myself away
In shelters, safe while homeless folk
Walk the streets all day.

Let me not as other men,
Toast, with rarest wine
And can't be bothered to spare a crumb
From banquets where I dine.

Let me not as other men,
Ignore the cries of pain
Coming from the little ones
Who won't go home again.

Let me not as other men,
Pass the dead-eyed faces
Of people who have lost it all
And dropped out of their races.

Let me not as other men,
Sneer at the reservations
Those ghettos full of broken spirits
Descendants of proud nations.

Let me not as other men,
View girls as less than boys
Use, abuse and then refuse
And throw them away like toys.

Let me not as other men,
Forget from whence I came
And set up kingdoms for myself
And play a rich man's game.

Let me not as other men,
Turn my back on love
That diamond that is still mined here
But formed by God above.

Let me not as other men,
Disdain the world around me
Who wandered deaf and dumb and blind
And lost till someone found me.

Let me not as other men,
Leave here not knowing why
And for what purpose I was born
Before I lay down and die.

Let me not as other men,
Die lonely and alone
Buried in a crypt of gold
That will never be my home.

Let me not as other men,
Though I am as weak as they
Leave this world a far worse place
When my footprints fade away.



©by Voo
July 6, 2011
11:40 p.m.


ONE OF THE GREATEST SONGS EVER  RECORDED

WHAT GOOD AM I BY TOM JONES
IT INSPIRED THIS POEM...........     







              


Birds In Cages

 



Birds In Cages


Like birds in cages, poets, we
Feel the constriction
Feel the confined allocation
Feel the terror of the bars
Be they gilded or gold.

Like birds in cages, poets, we
The thought writers
The thought readers
The thought muses
Write until we can write no more.

Like birds in cages,  poets, we
The loving but skillfully living unloved
Souls, divided yet fuller than most
Compose our sonnets, find our voices
And in our cages, from broken hearts, we sing.


©by Voo
July 14, 07

Goofy Things and Quotes


Be brief, no matter how long it takes!


"You can't have everything. Where would you put it?"

"Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.”

"Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?"

"Success is just failure that hasn't happened yet."

“I'm sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent to come here.” 

“The capacity for friendship is God's way of apologizing for our families.” 

“It could be that your purpose in life is to serve as a warning to others.”

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.” 

“Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes the reason is you're stupid and make bad decisions.”


Cockman-Dickman
Just when Ms. Cockman thought she was finally about to get rid of the horrible surname that had plagued her youth, she went and fell in love with this guy. Talk about jumping out of the frying pan and into the flame. 

The Poore-Sapp wedding



Friday, December 16, 2022

Make A Smile For Me

 





The Evanescence of Love In The Year 2022

 





The Evanescence of Love
 In The Year 2022


Ethereal, though it was
In every way
Every day, it became
More and more eternal in it's scope
Everlasting, as it were
Even to the eyes of everyone else.

I admit, in terms of eternity
Few things last, most expire
In the exhalation of a breath
Or the exploration of the unknown
Everything but true love
Especially true love
Whatever that might be in terms of explanation.

But I saw in your expressive eyes
The ephemeral asking to become more permanent,
More tangible, more set-in-stone,
More inexhaustible and undeniable
And I stopped where I stood
And pondered upon the matter, expressed by your eyes
Yet unspoken by your mouth.

But upon the taking of my lips by yours,
All doubt fled away
And in your eager embrace
I found an earnestness and existence I had not known
But had extensively sought all my days.

The clouds eavesdropped upon us
And the sun smiled effervescently
Dropping sunshine like raindrops
On our enchanted faces
As love enveloped us, enclosed us, in it's arms.

And thus, we existed in this happy place,
This eloquent place, this place of elation,
Electric kisses and unexpected bliss
Looking forward to the expanding horizons
That predicted and predicated no earthly ending.

But alas! The unforeseen arose
With storm filled skies and thunder in the air
And things that had been solid before
Seemed liquid now
Seemed to be inconstant and indefinable
No longer eternal but temporal.

For even the Earth is a temporary thing
If you think about it
Volcanoes and earthquakes can burn it to ash
And crush it to dust
Bodies can die and spirits, vacate.

But oh, the shock of losing love!
Having something seemingly solid
Turn back to ethereal wishes of the mind, 
No longer even ephemeral......
But merely evanescent, fleeting,
Like the glimpse of a rainbow in the mist
And the extinguishing of a dream
In the blink of an eye

Evanescent.








My Immortal
by Evanescence
violin cover
by Lindsey Stirling

💔

©by Voo Shining Stone

It Hasn't Happened Yet

 

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

TRUST

 

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A Woman Needs To Hear

 

 



A Woman Needs To Hear


A woman needs to hear.....

"I love you"

About seven times a day

She needs to hear........

"I need you"

Not feel she's in your way.


A woman needs to hear

In a soft romantic voice

"Come here, woman! I want you!"

That she's your one and only choice.


A woman needs to hear

The things you do not say

But the things a woman's heart can hear

When you just look her way.


A woman needs so many things

Like love, trust and desire

A hand to hold, a caring soul

And a constant burning fire.


But more than anything, I think

Even the sweetness in a word

She needs to hear you convey to her

That you've listened and you've heard.



©by Voo Shining Stone

June 24, 2021

10:42 p.m.


Maybe

 










Attics Of The Rich

 







Attics of The Rich


(a nonsense must read blog posted on
 November 32nd)


Cricket bats at the ready, boys!
We gotta clean out the attics of the rich
And decipher kryptonite particles
Written in the tea leaves of Cypress
Before it is too late.

Go on now, go on!
Ain't no sense being stubborn
Mules got souls, too, I know that
But you turkeys 
Gonna end up on somebody's plate come Thursday.

I got me a cannon 
On the top of that hill
I'm gonna light it up and fire it
At Jupiter one of these hot damn days
You just watch me out of your blind eyes!

Weasels! Weasels! Everywhere!
Just look at 'em! Wearing lil ole heels
And mink coats and mini dresses
Made out of mp3 players
And fine copper wires.

I says to my buddy the other day
I says: Hambone, where you think we goin'?
And he says: I don't know 'bout you, Plumber
But I'm goin' to sleep!
And I says: Well, bring me back a souvenir.

Rose, my baby Rose, (you know the one)
She smile all the time and it make me suspicious
She even smile when she cryin'!
I bought her a turquoise Thunderbird to drive herself crazy in
But she put it in a blender and made one of them smoothies.

Did ya'll see that news story the other day?
'Bout the end of the 5th dimension
And the ramifications of the non-totalitarian be-bop society
And the effects of Popsicle dreams on a left-handed 
Son of a moonshine maker in Rockport, Cali-sumthin-er-nuther?

It gonna be the death of us all
The death of us all, I tells ya!
That and peanut butter left out in the sun
And shooting stars laying all over the ground
For kids to trip over and make airplanes out of.

But back to the attics of the rich
That's my call in life
I know that now. Me and my baby, Rose
Gonna clean out all them attics with cricket bats
And settle down in Whynot, Mississippi and sell gorilla cookies.

Uh huh. Sho 'nuff, we are. You just watch!
Gonna sell us enough gorilla cookies
To get our own attic.



         

  
                                      
©by the twisted Voo
Nov 4, 07



If I Had My Way