Silverstein wrote this, it is easy to detect his humor and style

ah ha ha… I don’t believe it... … hey Ray, hey Sugar, tell ‘em who we are&hellip

Well, we big rock singers, we got golden fingers, and we’re loved everywhere we go.
(That sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten thousand dollars a show.
We take all kind of pills to give us all kind of thrills but the thrill we’ve never known
Is the thrill that’ll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone.

Rolling Stone – wanna see my picture on the cover-
Stone- wanna buy 5 copies for my mother-
Stone- wanna see my smilin’ face
on the cover of the Rolling Stone.
(That’s a very good idea&hellip

I got a freaky old lady name a’ Cocaine Kitty who embroiders on my jeans.
I got my poor old gray-haired daddy
drivin’ my limousine.
Now it’s all designed to blow our minds
but our minds won’t really be blown
like the blow that’ll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone.

Rolling Stone- wanna see our pictures on the cover-
Stone- wanna buy 5 copies for our mothers-
Stone- wanna see my smilin’ face
on the cover of the Rolling Stone.

ROCK AND ROLL!
(Aw, that’s just beautiful)

We got a lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies
who do anything we say.
We got a genuine Indian guru
who’s teachin’ us a better way.
We got all the friends that money can buy
so we never have to be alone.
And we keep getting’ richer but we can’t get our picture
on the cover of the Rolling Stone

Rolling Stone- wanna see my picture on the cover-
Stone- wanna buy 5 copies for my mother-
Stone- wanna see my smilin’ face on the cover of the Rolling Stone.

On the cover of the Rolling…
Wanna see my picture on the cover-
wanna buy 5 copies for my mother-
wanna see my smilin’ face on the cover of the Rolling Stone.

(Man, I can see it now… there we are… on the front, smilin

Thanks for your kind words Sweet Jane

Greg

Lovely words again Jennifer. It is great to be made aware of things I have not experienced before.

I have been known to read to a lady by the fire, in bed, or seated next to a tub surrounded by candles. Generally that calls for poetry and much of it I have written myself but othewise it would be usually be something like this:

The baby geese are so cute!!! and the dogs want to see them so bad!!! but we are making them take turns using the pond and are sure the babies are safe. We hope to have lunch today down there and watch them as we eat. Diane is going to show us all how to make vegetable sushi so that should be fun.

I am still waiting for a sample of Gregs poetry, maybe one day.

Here is one I like, Emily Dickinson

I HIDE myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,	5
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

JJ

JJ--

I love Emily Dickinson. This is my fave:

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant---
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise

As Lightening to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind---

c. 1868

Great one Sky! This one has special meaning for me

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!

• Emily Dickinson

  JJ

I like the other Wild Night as well

As you brush your shoes
And stand before the mirror
And you comb your hair
And grab your coat and hat
And you walk, wet streets
Tryin to remember
All the wild breezes
In your memry ever.
And evrything looks so complete
When youre walkin out on the street
And the wind catches your feet
And sends you flyin, cryin
Ooh-wee!
The wild night is calling.
And all the girls walk by
Dressed up for each other
And the boys do the boogie-woogie
On the corner of the street
And the people passin by
Just stare in wild wonder
And the inside juke-box
Roars out just like thunder.
And everything looks so complete...
The wild night is calling
The wild night is calling
Come on out and dance
Come on out and make romance....

and of course:

Hey, where did we go
Days when the rains came ?
Down in the hollow
Playing a new game,
Laughing and a-running, hey, hey,
Skipping and a-jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping
And you, my brown-eyed girl,

You, my brown-eyed girl.
Whatever happened
To tuesday and so slow
Going down to the old mine with a
Transistor radio.
Standing in the sunlight laughing
Hide behind a rainbows wall,
Slipping and a-sliding
All along the waterfall
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Just like that
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
La dee dah.

So hard to find my way
Now that Im all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My, how you have grown!
Cast my memory back there, lord,
Sometime Im overcome thinking about
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Laying in the green grass
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
Dee dah la dee dah la dee dah la
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...

and :

Well, its a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
neath the cover of october skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And Im trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Chorus:
Can I just have one a more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I cant wait til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that youre never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you cant hide

Chorus

Repeat 1st verse

One more moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Cant I just have one more dance with you my love

I have several favorite song writers but Van Morrison is very near the top.

I can remember saying the first words to the greater doxology, Gloria in Excelsis Deo but thinking

Gloria, G..L..O..R..I...A  Gloria

Like to tell you 'bout my baby, you know she comes around,
Just 'bout five feet four a-from her head to the ground.
You know she comes around here just about midnight,
She make me feel so good, Lord, she make me feel all right. 

> And her name is G-L-O-R-I,

G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it all night GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it every day, GLORIA
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

She comes around here just about midnight, ha
She make me feel so good, Lord, I wanna say she make me feel all right.
Comes a-walkin' down my street, then she comes up to my house,
She knock upon my door and then she comes to my room,
Yeah an' she make me feel all right,

G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
G-L-O-R-I-A GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it all night GLORIA
I'm gonna shout it every day GLORIA
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Looks so good GLORIA
All right, feel so good GLORIA
All right, yeah now.

and then there is the U2 song

I try to sing this song
I...I try to stand up
But I can't find my feet
I try, I try to speak up
But only in you I'm complete

Gloria...in te domine
Gloria...exultate
Gloria...Gloria
Oh Lord, loosen my lips

I try to sing this song
I...I try to get in
But I can't find the door
The door is open
You're standing there
You let me in

Gloria...in te domine
Gloria...exultate
Oh Lord, if I had anything
Anything at all
I'd give it to you
I'd give it to you

Gloria...Gloria...

Greg

Very nice Jennifer I hope you had a good weekend also. Last night was my first full nights sleep in a while but it is always fun to visit with friends.

Late yesterday afternoon we were trying to name the goslings that are living at my pond. It was nearly impossible since they all look so much alike and we could never keep the names straight except for one. One has a problem with his left leg and although he seems to walk all right, and swim well, he never seems to be able to tuck the leg under him like the others do. Therefore he is suddenly special and needs the most attention and deserves a name. If a boy he will be Andy, if a girl Anna since they are of the family anatidae.

	FACT 1:	As each Goose flaps its wings it creates an "uplift" for the birds that follow. By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock adds 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew alone.
	LESSON:	People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.
	FACT 2:	When a Goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of flying alone. It quickly moves back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird immediately in front of it.
	LESSON:	If we have as much sense as a Goose we stay in formation with those headed where we want to go. We are willing to accept their help and give our help to others.
	FACT 3:	When the lead Goose tires, it rotates back into the formation and another Goose flies to the point position.
	LESSON:	It pays to take turns doing the hard tasks and sharing leadership. As with Geese, people are interdependent on each other's skills, capabilities and unique arrangements of gifts, talents or resources.
	FACT 4:	The Geese flying in formation honk to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.
	LESSON:	We need to make sure our honking is encouraging. In groups where there is encouragement, the production is much greater. The power of encouragement (to stand by one's heart or core values and encourage the heart and core of other) is the quality of honking we seek.
	FACT 5:	When a Goose gets sick, wounded or shot down, two Geese drop out of formation and follow it down to help and protect it. They stay with it until it dies or is able to fly again. Then, they launch out with another formation or catch up with the flock.
	LESSON:	If we have as much sense as Geese, we will stand by each other in difficult times as well as when we are strong.

I love fact five about two other geese helping the injured one. Such pretty creatures. I have a vet who will visit and look at Andy/Annas leg and see if anything can be done. You are forever responsible for that which you tame.

Deaf Donald is my favorite Shel Silverstein poem. The text in italics means he's using sign language.

Deaf Donald met Talkie Sue
But I Love You was all he could do.
And Sue said, "Donald I sure do like you."
But I Love You was all he could do.
And Sue asked Donald, "Do you like me too?"
But I Love You was all he could do.
"Good-bye then, Donald, I'm leaving you."
But I Love You was all he could do.
And she left forever and she never knew
That I Love You means I Love You!

sigh

Sometimes it is hard to communicate the essential.

Greg

Lala, you have such beauty and such depth, if only you were not an alien!

I particularly loved the Angelou poem, I will have to read more of her. Like you, the poem is very very sexy.

JJ took the gosling pics and I will try to post more as I get them or she can. I want to get back this weekend to see how they are doing, the one pic in my profile shows the one with the bad leg, it is in the upper left in the bottom of three goslings.

Part of a Harry Chapin song I love:

So I tried to teach her a couple of chords
and an easy melody;
but it always turned out she'd rather listen
to my guitar and me.
I could hear her old man laughing in the den,
playing stud poker with the boys
while I sang so soft in the living room,
to scared to make much noise.
I came one week and the den was dark
and she met me at the door.
And we sat on the couch and we sang and talked
till I could not sing no more.
The silence kept on building,
her eyes grew much too wide;
and I could her both of our heartbeats,
but there was no place to hide.

She said, "I wanna learn a love song full of happy things."
She said, "I wanna learn a love song; won't you let me hear you sing?"
She said, "I wanna learn a love song, I wanna hear you play."
She said, "I wanna learn a love song before you go away."

and :

Dripping streetlights
darkened buildings
wandering
head hung down low.
Where will she go?

Woman child, your eyes are wild.
The rain runs down your hair.
Woman child, mercy mild.
What will you tell your teddy bear?

I turned you on my solid body
my electric Gibson guitar.
My clever fingers searched
and found exactly where you are.
You went too far.

also:

He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends.
Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,
excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed.
He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.
Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.

and finally:

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror,
And she glanced at the license for my name.
A smile seemed to come to her slowly,
It was a sad smile, just the same.
And she said, "How are you Harry?"
I said, "How are you Sue?
Through the too many miles
and the too little smiles
I still remember you."

It was somewhere in a fairy tale,
I used to take her home in my car.
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge,
The lesson hadn't gone too far.
You see, she was gonna be an actress,
And I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off to find the footlights,
And I took off to find the sky.

If anyone does not know the song Taxi, it is worth discovering. It reads like a poem.

Greg

Very nice Greg, and Lala I am glad you liked the pictures. We will talk soon, I have some stories to tell about Greg lol. He nearly got goose bit trying to help the baby with the bad leg but we all wanted to try to do something. A vet will know better what to do. I will think of words to post later.

JJ

Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes

One of my favorite Cohen lines Lala I would post Chelsea Hotel but there are a couple lyrics that are a little dicey. Speaking of which, JJ, what happens in the hottub should stay in the hottub.

Lovely songs Jennifer, you do know such a broad range of music, Neal Diamond now. I may have quoted a John Denver song, if not here is one:

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go.
Im leavin on a jet plane
I dont know when Ill be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Here is one by a folk singer I doubt many here know, it is a little obscure but I love the lyrics. The song is Pleasures of the Harbor

And the anchor hits the sand

The hungry hands

Have tied them to the port

The hour will be short

For leisure on the land

And the girls scent the air

They seem so fair

With paint on their face

Soft is their embrace

To lead them up the stairs

Soon your sailing will be over

Come and take the pleasures of the harbor



In the room dark and dim

Touch of skin

He asks her of her name

She answers with no shame

And not a sense of sin

Until the fingers draw the blinds

Sip of wine

The cigarette of doubt

The candle is blown out

The darkness is so kind

Soon your sailing will be over

Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

I particularly love, "the cigarette of doubt"

a few more lines:

It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all

For i stole california from the mexican land
Fought in the bloody civil war
Yes i even killed my brother
And so many others
And i ain't marchin' anymore

words by Phil Ochs

My dad is quite the liberal, I was brought up listening to Dylan, Ochs,Baez, and Paxton.

A favorite Paxton song:

LAST THING ON MY MIND
(Tom Paxton)

It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.

Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

As we walk on, my thoughts keep tumblin'
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet the subways rumblin'
Underground, underground
CHORUS

As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast lies a bornin'
Without you, without you.

CHORUS

You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know.
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go.

A few Baez lines:

How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me?
How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down
To a place where it longs to be?
All of your history has little to do with your face
You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space

You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose
From the bouquet in our hotel
And lay down beside me again and I watched the rose
On the pillow where it fell
I sank and I slept in a twilight with only one care
To know that when day broke and I woke that you'd still be there

Greg

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment;
The eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

Jennifer, lovely words, you do have a great depth as so many others in this post. That quote reminds me of this one:

Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

• Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

or

Mais les yeux sont aveugles. Il faut chercher avec le cœur.

• But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart...

another favorite by the same author,

Vous êtes belles, mais vous êtes vides.... On ne peut pas mourir pour vous.

• You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you.

And my very favorite:

Les hommes ont oublié cette vérité, dit le renard. Mais tu ne dois pas l’oublier. Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé.

• "Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed."

Le Petit Prince...........Antoine de Saint Exupéry,

This is one book I  never tire of reading, thanks for reminding me of it Jennifer.

Greg

 PS. Part of Chelsea Hotel, Leonard Cohen

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

Words written about Janis Joplin

All of us have regrets, we are human.