yes, yes, yes!
Got to meet and sing these songs along with this wonderful man and singer.
Will never forget that night. You rock, Bryan!!!!
I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Some of My Old Homemade Videos...omg cheesy
Video I made of me and my friends making a recording
in J.T.'s home studio...........
It turned out better than this video but this was
fun to make.
The radioactive pair singing is me and Chuck. Several shots of Linda
and J.T. and miscellaneous pics of people I do not know
but thought were funny.....
Filmed in upstate New York.
They recorded over 30 songs, some of which I wrote.
Chuck as seen in the video. We are singing
a song I wrote at a church we used to go to
Wednesday, June 18, 2025
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: RED CURTAINS
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: RED CURTAINS: Red Curtains Leaving home, I looked back one more time At the little yard that needed to be raked The old ca...
Sunday, June 15, 2025
Nothing Rhymed Today
Nothing Rhymed Today
Nothing rhymed today
There was no meter or melody
No singing lyric or verse of song
Just jangled nerves and unspoken fears
Left dangling on my key chain.
Cars passed me
In the pouring rain
And never acknowledged the girl
With the gas can and the thumb
And the mascara running down my face.
I could have shown some leg
I suppose
But my clothes were plastered to me
Like I had been poured into them
And everything I had was exposed already.
If it had been yesterday
I would have laughed at my mishap
Run down the highway
Danced in the rain and stopped traffic
With the glow on my shining face.
Everything rhymed yesterday
Every word that issued from my mouth
Was finely tuned, in perfect key
Poetry sprang from my fingertips
And car horns sounded like sonnets.
But I have no music left in me
It walked out in your suitcase last night
Winked it's dark eye and said goodbye
And I heard it laughing
All the way down the staircase to the street.
Poetry is a traitor
It makes you write when you don't want to
From places you don't want to revisit
Sing songs so sad they break the heart
And make rhymes of things that will never rhyme again.
©by Voo
August 8, 07
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: CATNIP and no, it's not about cats.....
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: CATNIP and no, it's not about cats.....: More by Yello please play............goes with poem Let it play till the bass kicks in...........then read Cat...
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