The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: 2026

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Monday, May 4, 2026

Dead Flowers In A Fruit Jar

Dead Flowers In A Fruit Jar

"See you around, girl!" you say hanging out the window

Trying to look sorrowful

"I left you some flowers over yonder to make you think of me!"

And I look toward the window on the porch by the swing

And see a fruit jar full of Black-eyed Susans setting there

Like little spots of sunshine on a cloudy day

And tears sting my eyes.

"Take care now." you post script hastily

And pull that loud ass Grand Prix out of the driveway

And burn rubber down the highway just as fast

As a crazy man can with forty dollars in his pocket

And a dream as big as Texas.

Watching that burnt orange color

As far as I could in the noon day sun,

I felt like a thrown away memory

In somebody's childhood scrapbook

Standing there like a fool in my cotton dress

And the apron I made cause you said you liked the color yellow on me.

But never got around to buying me a yellow dress or a car or an iron

Or found time to give me that baby girl you always said you wanted

With my eyes and my hair and your smile and your imagination

I imagine I won't ever get that baby now. Or that iron.

I don't imagine I'll ever see your smiling face again in my lifetime

Not now, when you got everything you ever wanted

Waiting for you down the road with a big contract to sign

And shiny new guitars and movie stars to meet

(And of course, that willowy blonde that discovered you

At the roadhouse fifteen Saturday nights ago

Singing "Your Cheating Heart.")

Taking the wash off the line,

I bury my nose in your fresh blue shirt

And wonder if you'll remember that you forgot it

And come barreling back up the road,

Dust clouds twirling about your head like halos

In that ugly orange monstrosity you love more than me

But not as much as yourself.

For a moment I let myself

Look longingly down the road in hopeful wonder

And when minutes pass by

With only the sound of a dog howling

And angry bees in the apple trees buzzing

And that old grandfather clock in the living room chiming

Like the Death March at some body's funeral.

I shrug my proud shoulders and march over to the well,

Take off my wedding ring and throw that damned thing in

Not waiting to hear it ding against the walls

Or splash into it's cold wet depths

But turn and throw the laundry into the wind

Like confetti on Dick Clark's New Year's Eve.

The blue shirt ends up plastered against the side of the barn

Like a bull's eye waiting to get shot at

And I wonder if you took the gun

But feel too sad to shoot it if you didn't

"I hope you're happy." I say crossing the porch

And looking into my empty house,

Down the hall and at the unmade bed

Still strewn with all your empty promises.

A solitary tear runs down my face

And I let it fall into the dust

And say your name so quiet not even I could hear it whispered

"Oh, Lord, don't ever let him be happy." I pray.

And reach to close the door, my brown eyes falling

On the flowers on the floor

Black eyed Susans, your favorites

In a big glass fruit jar of unknown origin

Your parting gift, your way of saying goodbye

When you promised me forever.

In two week's time, they'll be dead and dry

But I'll keep them there until they disappear

And in four month's time, unbeknownst to me,

I'll draw that wedding ring up again

In a bucket full of cold water, shining like fool's gold

And clutch it to my heart

As your voice comes pouring out through the radio.

©by Voo Shining Stone

December 5, 2005

2:30 a.m.

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Bigger Than Disclosure watch till the end....oh my!

Extra Added Bonus...****

My cousin from Tennessee Tim Burchett!!!

(yes, another famous cousin!)

Inspired By The Greats oh yeah! AI but what the heck.........

Saturday, May 2, 2026

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANNY!!!! You're How old????? OMG 🧀🏆🍰🎂🤡😍❤️☺️❤️❤️Noooooooooooooooo!

But not Manny...Manny Can DANCE!!!!!

Go Manny! Go Manny!

Baby Two Hats aka Little Laughing Pony

HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS BOY!!!!!

Love you with all of my heart!!!!!💓💓💓

(and yes, you may have my car)

Not THIS one......

👇

This one..........

sitting in there on the shelf with

the heart shaped stone, your baby picture

and the

Velvet Elvis.................

I LOVE YOU MORE!!!!!!

💓

Dreamer

Dreamer

Farther shores that exist in dreams

Call to his heart

Here in this life of complicated nonsense,

Old magazines, five dollar cups of coffee

And pop culture that mostly pops

But is not cultured.

When morning comes, he has not slept

But sits, still dreaming of a plan

To not make a plan

To be spontaneous in an unarranged

Detailed sort of arrangement

Hidden to the eyelids of the masses

And unheard of by the ears of conformed genius

Claiming idiots in their billionaire boardrooms.

Music? What is that? It is his life's blood

It is his heart's beat. It is his soul's rush

It is his life, his love, his touch from divinity

His sanity............................

Now and then he slips into the night, still dreaming

And down the streets in rhythm walking fast

And singing low, listening to the guitar in his head

The piano solo in his mind.

Writing words that come together of their own accord

And in the writing down of those words,

Healing himself in some sweet mysterious way

That nothing else can and that nothing else ever will.

He longs to be invisible but needs the world

To see him as he is

And what he is is a dreamer in a dreamless world

A tough and tender warrior in a place of tiny phones

And I-Podded computer generated popcorn pathos

Churned into a butter that won't melt and eyes that won't meet

And hearts that won't love and rain that won't fall

Until his hands touch those ivory keys and pluck those silver strings

That call out silently with their little voices, beckoning him back

No matter where he walks and no matter how far he runs.

The music calls him but it won't wait...............

It must be written. It must be played. It must be sung

Even if his heart is the only heart that ever hears it

Even if his tongue alone will taste the words

He is a dreamer and his music is the dream.

©by Voo

For Mark

you da man!

smile

Friday, May 1, 2026

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Shore That Lost It's Sadness

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Shore That Lost It's Sadness: Hit the Ground play together for great effect Sea Sounds "The Shore That Lost It's Sadness" one set of footprints Become t...

The In-Between Time

Sun going down into the black well of night,
It sighs and whispers, "See you in the morning."
And holds onto the day as long as it can
Not wanting to be alone.

The shadows come first, like errant clouds
And then the sunset, the twilight
The golds and cobalt blues so ethereal
They make you want to cry without knowing why.

Slipping now, slowly, like a broken kite on the water,
The sun dips, rouses again, and gives up the fight
Going under the blanket of pink clouds in the West
Yawning like a sleepy baby sinking into dreams.

I know how it feels, the sun
I know how hard I try to hold onto your voice
On the telephone, your words on the piece of paper,
Your hands as they pull out of mine and rush off towards tomorrow.

My lips hold to yours as long as they can
Tasting your kiss even after you've gone away
My heart feels your imprint against my chest
As my arms close and grasps your form of empty air.

Twilight is so lonely, so lovely, but oh, so lonely
The in-between time, not day nor night, but a time all it's own
'Twixt shade and shadow and blue gone to midnight and moon
The time the heart fills with longing and hears only whispers.

And when the darkness comes, as it always does,
I wait for the man in the moon to smile
And if he does not, I know he is sitting alone
On the dark side of the moon, sighing, just like me.

Waiting for love to wave it's hands and gather me back
Into the daylight and out of the darkness
That can only be lit by your love and the waking sun
The bright day separated from the beautiful night
By the in-between time.....and the magic of the twilight.