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Post by Catherine on Sept 8, 2010 18:26:13 GMT
Any volunteers (Sir Gin!!) to present this work of Sir Peter of Yonder Barrow, in beautiful calligraphy - perhaps for inclusion in the Alex Museum Exhibit.........
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Post by Ginnie on Sept 8, 2010 21:04:26 GMT
Any volunteers (Sir Gin!!) to present this work of Sir Peter of Yonder Barrow, in beautiful calligraphy - perhaps for inclusion in the Alex Museum Exhibit......... I could attempt that.
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Post by Catherine on Sept 9, 2010 6:04:48 GMT
I kneww you could, Sir Gin - we'll just wait a while until confirmation is through both of the exhibit and the content - it may be there will be way too much stuff!!
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Post by Ginnie on Sept 18, 2010 15:33:53 GMT
I don't consider this "poetry" - it's song lyrics to my song "Remember Vibrania"
I can remember back when I was young Music got me through those days so long And there was this band, Sensational and grand They broke the rules and always took a stand
Mr. Harvey growled and led the lads Their rhythms roared and shook me once again And they were a band, Sensational and grand They broke the rules and always took a stand
Vibrania, Vibrania! Vibrania, Vibrania!
Today I'm just another middle aged man I play their music as I did then Because there was this band, Sensational and grand They broke the rules and always took a stand
I can remember back when I was young Music got me through those days so long And there was this band, Sensational and grand They broke the rules and always took a stand
Vibrania, Vibrania! Vibrania, Vibrania!
(my wife and daughter kept asking me, "What is Vibrania?", and I just said, long story. I shouldh've said, "Think of Camelot with stripeys")
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Post by Mrs Foster on Sept 19, 2010 11:18:42 GMT
;D Camelot wi' Stripeys ? ;D ye gettin' a mental picture o' this yet ? ;D ;D Brilliant Ginnie. ;D
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Post by stuart on Sept 27, 2010 18:33:39 GMT
Autumn brings the cold damp ache of emptiness. Oppressive exacerbator of loneliness. Shorter days, longer nights, still alone.
Muffled voices from the all-night TV no longer provide indifferent companionship. The bed refuses to cooperate; no comfort in sleep’s escape. Couldn’t I have passed first, or at the same time? It was Autumn then too, raining.
Solitary stranger in the mirror looks back, expressionless. Memories of emotions never again. Turn away. Shaking hand wipes a silent tear.
Once young with dreams. Questions of purpose fulfilled. Love, regret, resolve, acceptance.
Autumn arrives quietly and alone.
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Nov 15, 2010 12:05:59 GMT
Muse
Think of her eyes the sparkle of excitement as she awakens you with her gaze her face, forehead brow nose how her lips curl upward as she reaches for your kiss how her hair falls against her cheeks and down her neck her body, its curves the way she walks towards you, her legs her scent, as she brushes against you like she is telling your nose that she wants your touch and as her arms hold you to her in loves sweetest caress this memory will last yes it will, last.
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Nov 24, 2010 9:09:09 GMT
edit: I have started this thread on Fenders Lounge Forum, come play if you have some time, Broseph Vambo Sensational, Bros and Brosettes. link
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Post by Ginnie on Nov 24, 2010 23:07:22 GMT
I'm more of a Gibson fan myself... But I'd like to have a '51 Broadcaster or Esquire.
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Nov 26, 2010 14:01:49 GMT
I'm more of a Gibson fan myself... But I'd like to have a '51 Broadcaster or Esquire. excellent choices of Fender solid body electric guitars, I owned a 58 or 59 Telecaster for a few months in 68 and it is a fine electric musical instrument.
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Post by Ginnie on Nov 26, 2010 16:28:46 GMT
I'm more of a Gibson fan myself... But I'd like to have a '51 Broadcaster or Esquire. excellent choices of Fender solid body electric guitars, I owned a 58 or 59 Telecaster for a few months in 68 and it is a fine electric musical instrument. I do like Strats and Tele's, but because of my physical impairments (I can't use the index much, can't bend my thumb, numbness down the sides of two other fingers) I find Gibsons easier to play. Seems like I have to stretch more on the Fenders. I guess I could buy a short scale Bullet... ;D ...
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Dec 2, 2010 12:30:31 GMT
excellent choices of Fender solid body electric guitars, I owned a 58 or 59 Telecaster for a few months in 68 and it is a fine electric musical instrument. I do like Strats and Tele's, but because of my physical impairments (I can't use the index much, can't bend my thumb, numbness down the sides of two other fingers) I find Gibsons easier to play. Seems like I have to stretch more on the Fenders. I guess I could buy a short scale Bullet... ;D ... a Les Paul?
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Dec 2, 2010 12:43:29 GMT
Triskele wrote: stormy winter monday
on a stormy winter monday what's the best to do couch, book and tea in the afternoon strat, rock, blues a good day to be with you
have a nice winter
cheers
When I woke up on Monday planning just what I should do looked out the window to see winter weather obscured my view cold wind blowing cold rain falling with so many places to go what was I to do feeling a little glum and just about to frown when I looked at my computer screen and saw that a Bro had written down a song about Monday a stormy winter Monday kind of like the one I had but the song made it seem different not sad at all but glad changed my whole perspective about the day and what to do I didn't frown at all but smiled it was the song that helped me make it through a stormy winter Monday and that's a simple fact now Tuesday's almost over it was just another day I was wondering Triskele a question I'll ask this way would you write us a song again to help us get through Wednesday?
Triskele, love your poetry Sister. thanks for posting.
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Post by Mrs Foster on Dec 2, 2010 15:43:34 GMT
Luck Luck, ah huvnae any Luck, wish this snow would get tae Fu ck ;D
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Dec 13, 2010 11:46:55 GMT
I thought about writing something today wasn't going to be choosy about content didn't want it to be too long wouldn't matter if it was short a length somewhere in the middle would be ok. something you would write on any day, nothing profound or philosophical not too emotional or serious a regular verse, one that could fit everyday. I thought about it some more, tried to change my point of view by looking at it differently, up close, then from a distance and I just couldn't think of a way. a thought then came to mind "write about your day, what ever you have done" so, woke up this morning and had breakfast watched TV, the local news, something about the TSA. then listened to music that I like practiced guitar and sang some songs watched the football game and had dinner none of which seemed interesting, you know, if I embellished those activities or augmented them with descriptive words, they would still add up to what would be just a regular day. then I thought, perhaps I should ask a friend or some one I know about what to write. they would tell me "it's hard to believe, the bro who's always talking and has an opinion and point of view about love about women about how I love them in every way, about inspiration about things in general, wouldn't have anything to say." this brought me back to the reality today was nothing special, not an adventure wasn't too interesting or anything to write home about today was just an ordinary day. Might have something interesting to write about tomorrow an adventure or a new experience or at least think of a poem, a poem or a song perhaps, what day is tomorrow anyway? oh yeah, I remember, it is Monday.
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Post by penny on Dec 13, 2010 18:51:21 GMT
Another great poem, Solid.
Keep them coming and have a karma. x
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jan 5, 2011 5:23:30 GMT
Another great poem, Solid. Keep them coming and have a karma. x thanks penny, one for today, funny, thought of you and this site while counting, in little way awoke this morning counting, blessings that have been mounting, in my heart though not in order, so, organize thought, I oughta. then, other peoples voices, not counting blessings, counting other choices, things they wouldn't or that didn't, or, couldn't or that isn't. not blessings or thoughts that they did want to have, better thoughts to think about and to count as theirs, a hug or kiss. an expression of love. the world's sun and moon, shine from above, turning around, not turning down, helps you keep steady on the shaky ground, of life's changing reality, lets you change the sound, vibrations if you will in syncopation going round. the critics voices seemed to mount, self importance, critical mass now, on their count. I know better's and me not you's, to start the complaint departments views. then I stopped to think about my count, the blessings in a messy mount, I had forgot to put in order, so I'd better get back to work burnin daylight here
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Post by Catherine on Jan 5, 2011 7:14:47 GMT
Good words, Ess Bee and beautifully put
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Post by penny on Jan 5, 2011 9:14:35 GMT
Great poem, Solid. Have a great day, even though you'll be in work.
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jan 9, 2011 3:55:09 GMT
Thank you, Catherine and penny. I tried to cyber-translate ess bee and discovered that the language of Scotland isn't listed anywhere in cyber space.
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jan 10, 2011 3:34:47 GMT
Fenderseeker09 wrote: Haiku Time:
A young man looked up The stars looking down at him Big picture moment.
The tea is steeping The cat purring at my feet Peaceful afternoon.
The mountain looms large The hiker glances upward The journey begins.
Flowers blowing now In the rainy Spring breezes Waiting for some sun.
Harvest time is here Fall in the air, in the fields Apples to be picked.
I love it when you do that Fenderseeker09!
her eyebrow raised when I asked the question the rouge on her lips glistened in the moonlight she pressed her room key into my hand
we talked and walked toward the lighthouse she said "a kiss can mean many things" she touched my shoulder as she turned to face me
breathless our panting stopped the sweat seemed to glue our bodies together she climbed on top and whispered "again" we were playing speed twister!lol :lol:
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jan 12, 2011 12:15:26 GMT
Fenderseeker09 wrote: Happy you like them SBLS!
The moonlight streaming The light landing on the roof Brilliant waterfall.
Snowflakes cascading Each one unique, crafted thus The skies are sparkling.
The eagle soaring Up high above the treeline Majestic and grand.
my reply:
Fenderseeker09, magician, a wonderful spell from your keyboard.
He said "this copyright protection is important" "people can use your work without you knowing" I said "Talent is a gift that keeps on giving, it evolves"
He then said " I wrote this great song last week" "I think it could sell some, I'm not going to post it and have another person use it" I said "that was last weeks song, talent unfolds, that forward push allows you to feel what lies ahead"
He said "last weeks song, what about this week?" "and next week, these songs may be worth something" I tried not to smile, he is such a good Bro, and said "don't worry you won't run out of material"
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Post by penny on Jan 12, 2011 12:17:05 GMT
Have a karma SBLS!
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jan 12, 2011 12:55:35 GMT
Thanks Penny and a karma for you too!
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Post by solidbodylovesongs on Jan 18, 2011 6:54:23 GMT
recovery today from that wine and roses downward slide of a weekend after pretending the world is but a never ending cocktail, with a lot of pretty tails all around rescued from my tumble by my Brother singer, took a ride to harmonize away those low down blues him practicing for a gig on Friday me for that gig unknown felt good to vocalize and chill with my Bro brought me back to here and now. now if I could just think of a poem
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