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Jim Martin   Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 
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One would half expect to see a coach, with driver in top-hat and tails, waiting at the front door. :oD |
anniet  Send message Joined: 2 Feb 14 Posts: 7105 Credit: 1,577,368 RAC: 75 
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:))))))))) might have to compose an ode to my lost moustache one day... |
 Julie  Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 
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anniet Send message Joined: 2 Feb 14 Posts: 7105 Credit: 1,577,368 RAC: 75
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:))))))))) might have to compose an ode to my lost moustache one day... THAT is SO much better than what I was going to come up with! Thanks Julie :) |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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Annie -- Please, don't grow on upper lip, a silken filter for every sip. Stay the way you really are. When you sip wine -- you're genuine. |
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anniet Send message Joined: 2 Feb 14 Posts: 7105 Credit: 1,577,368 RAC: 75
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Annie -- :)))))))))))) Oh beard of mine! Forever twine and bristle there on chin. Don't worry folks it only pokes twixt middle of my grin :D- Tweezer tweezer where are you? One hair a beard not makes. Pull it out or grow a wart for it to complete face. |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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Tweezers own. (Oops, wrong thread.) |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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Henny-Penny Who will help me plant the seed? I will, said the robot. Who will weed the field? I will, said the robot. Who will help me harvest the crop? I will, said the robot. Who will help me bake the bread? I will, said the robot. Who will help me sell my bread? I will, said the robot. Who will buy my bread? I will, said the robot. * * jm 15 Sept. 2014 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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Evil, Nature's test Twisting hearts, tearing voids into space Goodness is gone, lost, with but a vague trace For the cost of lust, greed and power, we are devoured Feeding dust, mistrust, evils seeds, this be the final hour Scattered, enveloped, planted in minds to let the eyes see That man has been living illusion free Rise to greatness, everbody's granted Access, into freedom instead in life of the branded Chance is one, unity is purpose Army of all people, fighting the global circus Resist the whip, endure battle scars Accept healing so it can take away the iron bars We pass, but only if man understands the true meaning of we To achieve we, let these words be what the eyes see Cause the we shall conquer evil, it is the key Then nature will accept us, letting us truly live free This is the gamble, could end up wrong Don't let humanity sing a final lullaby song. DJ 2014 *Posted this at facebook and added the comment that aggression is needed in language, words at times (cfr Seppe<3) rOZZ Music Pictures |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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Beautiful lyrics and music by Michel Sardou:) Les Lacs du Connemara Terre brûlée au vent.Land burned by wind Des landes de pierre Stone heaths Autour des lacs Around the lakes C'est pour les vivants It is, for the inhabitants Un peu d'enfer A little bit of hell Le Connemara Connemara Des nuages noirs Black clouds Qui viennent du nord Coming from the North Colorent la terre Colour the land Les lacs, les rivières Lakes and rivers C'est le décor That's the landscape Du Connemara. Of Connemara Au printemps suivant The following spring Le ciel irlandais The Irish sky Etait en paix. Was peaceful Maureen a plongé Maureen dived Nue dans un lac Naked into a lake Du Connemara. Of Connemara Sean Kelly s'est dit Sean Kelly said to himself "Je suis catholique, "I am Catholic Maureen aussi" and so is Maureen" L'église en granit The granite church De Limerick Of Limerick Maureen a dit "oui" Maureen said "yes" De Tiperrary From Tipperary Bally-Connelly Bally-Connelly Et de Galway, And Galway Ils sont arrivés They arrived Dans le comté In the county Du Connemara Of Connemara. Y avait les Connor, There were the Connors Les O'Conolly, The O'Conollys Les Flaherty The Flahertys Du Ring of Kerry From the Ring of Kerry Et de quoi boire And something to drink Trois jours et deux nuits For three days and two nights Là -bas, au Connemara Over there, in Connemara On sait tout le prix du silence They know the cost of silence Là -bas, au Connemara Over there, in Connemara On dit que la vie They say that life C'est une folie Is madness Et que la folie And that madness Ça se danse Dances Terre brûlée au vent Land burned by wind, Des landes de pierre Stone heaths Autour des lacs Around the lakes, C'est pour les vivants It is, for the inhabitants Un peu d'enfer A little bit of hell Le Connemara Connemara Des nuages noirs Black clouds Qui viennent du nord Coming from the North Colorent la terre Colour the land Les lacs, les rivières Lakes and rivers C'est le décor That is the landscape Du Connemara Of Connemara. On y vit encore There, people still live Au temps des Gaels In the age of the Gaels Et de Cromwell, And Cromwell Au rythme des pluies With the rhythm of the rain Et du soleil And the sun Au pas des chevaux And horses hooves On y croit encore They still believe Aux monstres des lacs In monsters of the lake Qu'on voit nager That are seen swimming Certains soirs d'été Some summer night Et replonger And dive back in Pour l'éternité For an eternity On y voit encore You still see Des hommes d'ailleurs Men from elsewhere Venus chercher Come to find Le repos de l'âme Some rest for their souls Et pour le cœur And a little more warmth Un goût de meilleur For their hearts L'on y croit encore They still believe Que le jour viendra That the day will come Il est tout près It's close at hand Où les Irlandais When the Irish Feront la paix Will make their peace Autour de la croix Around the cross Là -bas, au Connemara, Over there, in Connemara On sait tout le prix de la guerre They know the cost of war Là -bas, au Connemara Over there, in Connemara On n'accepte pas They don't accept La paix des Gallois The peace of the Welsh Ni celle des rois d'Angleterre... Nor that of the Kings of England... Des landes de pierre Stone heaths Autour des lacs Around the lakes C'est pour les vivants It is, for the inhabitants Un peu d'enfer A little bit of hell Le Connemara Connemara Des nuages noirs Black clouds Qui viennent du nord Coming from the North Colorent la terre Colour the land Les lacs, les rivières Lakes and rivers C'est le décor That's the landscape Du Connemara. Of Connemara Au printemps suivant The following spring Le ciel irlandais The Irish sky Etait en paix. Was peaceful Maureen a plongé Maureen dived Nue dans un lac Naked into a lake Du Connemara. Of Connemara Sean Kelly s'est dit Sean Kelly said to himself "Je suis catholique, "I am Catholic Maureen aussi" and so is Maureen" L'église en granit The granite church De Limerick Of Limerick Maureen a dit "oui" Maureen said "yes" De Tiperrary From Tipperary Bally-Connelly Bally-Connelly Et de Galway, And Galway Ils sont arrivés They arrived Dans le comté In the county Du Connemara Of Connemara. Y avait les Connor, There were the Connors Les O'Conolly, The O'Conollys Les Flaherty The Flahertys Du Ring of Kerry From the Ring of Kerry Et de quoi boire And something to drink Trois jours et deux nuits For three days and two nights Là -bas, au Connemara Over there, in Connemara On sait tout le prix du silence They know the cost of silence Là -bas, au Connemara Over there, in Connemara On dit que la vie They say that life C'est une folie Is madness Et que la folie And that madness Ça se danse Dances Terre brûlée au vent Land burned by wind, Des landes de pierre Stone heaths Autour des lacs Around the lakes, C'est pour les vivants It is, for the inhabitants Un peu d'enfer A little bit of hell Le Connemara Connemara Des nuages noirs Black clouds Qui viennent du nord Coming from the North Colorent la terre Colour the land Les lacs, les rivières Lakes and rivers C'est le décor That is the landscape Du Connemara Of Connemara. On y vit encore There, people still live Au temps des Gaels In the age of the Gaels Et de Cromwell, And Cromwell Au rythme des pluies With the rhythm of the rain Et du soleil And the sun Au pas des chevaux And horses hooves On y croit encore They still believe Aux monstres des lacs In monsters of the lake Qu'on voit nager That are seen swimming Certains soirs d'été Some summer night Et replonger And dive back in Pour l'éternité For an eternity On y voit encore You still see Des hommes d'ailleurs Men from elsewhere Venus chercher Come to find Le repos de l'âme Some rest for their souls Et pour le cœur And a little more warmth Un goût de meilleur For their hearts L'on y croit encore They still believe Que le jour viendra That the day will come Il est tout près It's close at hand Où les Irlandais When the Irish Feront la paix Will make their peace Autour de la croix Around the cross Là -bas, au Connemara, Over there, in Connemara On sait tout le prix de la guerre They know the cost of war Là -bas, au Connemara Over there, in Connemara On n'accepte pas They don't accept La paix des Gallois The peace of the Welsh Ni celle des rois d'Angleterre... Nor that of the Kings of England... Michel Sardou (translated by Chris, not That Chris:), don't know the last name...) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdXQVFzo-xE rOZZ Music Pictures |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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A beautiful poem, Julie, with dramatic music. Thanks, for sharing. |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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anniet Send message Joined: 2 Feb 14 Posts: 7105 Credit: 1,577,368 RAC: 75
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Two very beautiful posts Julie :) Thank you. |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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Autumn Color The past week has seen a rapid change, from green to red, orange, yellow, and, of course, brown. Warm days, and cool nights. Some showers, to quench the landscape's thirst. The most anticipated event, however, is the first frost. No more pesky bugs! Walks, that can be truly appreciated, at leisure. And, sound night's sleeping, with blankets over all. Autumn, with its color -- the best season of the year. * * jm 24 Sept. 2014 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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:o) |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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Something I posted here before, just felt like a bump:) A man A man walks, his shoulders moving to the beat of life's insanity. A man breathes, filling his lungs with the blank images of his past. A man looks, his eyes wide open to the event that we call life . A man dies, no air to waste, no one to escape to. A man, buried, no soul to be captured, no light to shine upon. A man, reborn, his feet hit the sidewalk of life. A man on fire, the blood in his veins belongs to the forces of nature. A man, alive, no memories or shadows to be hunted . A man loves, earning his wings, to fly without the burden of loneliness. JD (2013) rOZZ Music Pictures |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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You might want to read, "Gilead", by Marilynne Robinson, Julie. "Lonesome Road", also by Ms. Robinson, is a write-up, in the latest New Yorker. Cheers, [/u] |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0
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A Solitary Road A solitary road -- in between friendships. Friendships -- past, and present -- that sustain, during times on the empty road. Footfalls, heard only by the roadside crickets. Music, to the ears. * * jm 2 Oct. 2014 |
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