The world isn't ready for "him" to be "her",
Since acting he never could ace.
But here is a secret that I now can share,
His singing voice is a perfect pitch Bass!
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
His singing voice is a perfect pitch Bass!
Like a cello of an aspiring nightingale,
Born of an egg, hatched by love,
Renowned, for songs in the twilight.
Renowned, for songs in the twilight
the whippoorwill spreads delight
to all that listen and seek release,
from pain, they seek some peace.
From pain, they seek some peace
As prayers and pleas rise to the sky,
Ending always on the same refrain
Pain, pain, go away
We've taken all we can
Be done, go away, be gone,
Don't come back another day
Don't come back another day,
Nor week, nor month, nor year.
Listen now to what I say,
Don't come back at all, you hear?
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
Don't come back at all, you hear,
understand what I'm saying to you, my dear,
relinquish any hopes of me, you see,
that I might ever set you free,
Decide that you will stand alone
and carry on, perhaps atone,
for all the hurt you've done to me
and now just know we both agree.
And now just know we both agree
We'll go on one last spending spree
Fling all caution to the winds,
Abandon frugal cares with glee
Whatever nonsense our hearts desire
Will lift us from this tired quagmire
Our senseless greed will lift us higher
Common sense lights no fire
Alas too soon this spending spree
Comes to an end before it begins
As once again you and me
Eye to eye
Do not see
Do not see
Do not hear
Do not worry
Do not fear
Evil there is, all about,
But goodness is there too.
Be aware and never doubt,
Your faith will see you through.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
Your faith sill see you through
most doors and portals
but payer is the gospel
and the key of life
And the key of life,
the genetic code
gave scientific proof
to Darwin's theory...
Now we know.
Now we know...
But do we, though?
We think we do,
Those people who,
Cause so much strife,
Creating new life.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
Creating new life
among the fields
with honey bees
and daffodils
And Daffodils
So yellow bright
Herald spring
In all her might.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
She shines her light
Upon the barren land
And brings new life
With her vernal command
Hi Ssv! Welcome to the forum games!
The aim of this thread is, the last line of the previous poem becomes the first line of yours.
So, yours should have begun with Anna's last line, "in all her might".
In this case, I'll do some line stitching together of both your last lines
In all her might
With her vernal command
Sweet zephyrs waft
Over thawing fields
Melting snow,
Rivulets run
Seeds soon sprout
Push,
Reach to the sun
But not just yet
January's only begun
There's still a while
Before winter's done
Before winter's done
I hope I shall see
More soft, white snow
adorn the trees.
And as our breath hangs
in clear, icy air
The bright, unhindered sun
Creates a harsh, white glare.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
Creates a harsh, white glare
with the rising sun
of angels from blue Heaven
dressed in silken wings
Dressed in silken wings
Flutters silently gliding
As fairies dance and sing
Yet forever hiding.
Yet forever hiding
shadow on the wall
a photograph of dust
bringing back memories.
Bringing back memories,
As clear as the day.
Music from the seventies,
When it begins to play.
Those carefree times
before the stress
and strain of life.
We were truly blessed.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
We were truly blessed,
When life was slower,
Soon to be dust,
In a silent butler.
In a silent butler.
There's a violent Cutler.
He swashes buckles
and buckles swashes,
every day, his face he washes,
then he dons his big, huge galoshes,
haunts some ships and plots revenge.
Until one day, his undoing comes,
foiled again, by those meddling kids!
Sam, it's your turn to clear the snow!
But Ma, can't Pa go?
Oh, come on Sam, don't test me so,
It's your turn, as well you know.
I'll do it if you pay me dough!
Just do it, Sam, or your tea I'll throw,
In the bin. I'll do it you know.
Oh, alright, Ma, I'll clear the snow,
And when it's done, the grass I'll mow!
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
And when it's done, the grass I'll mow!
Watching the molehills grow
Beneath hedgerows and sweet potatoes
Seasoned by the sow
Seasoned by the sow
Pork rinds crackling hot
RC Cola would taste good right now
But water is all I got
But water is all I got
Well, I know that ain't so.
I saw the cans, there's quite a lot
Now let that liquor flow!
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
Now let the liquor flow!
Jack Daniels and Jim Beam
And squeeze the Coca Cola
In my shot glass.
In my shot glass
A drop or two is all that will fit
I wish it was full of M & M's, but alas
Someone keeps pouring more spirits
nice to see you 
