I, g clair

is this a dream? - ig clair

2011-12-25T01:05:00.014-05:00

I'm not alone but still sometimes it seems
so much alone, and often in my dreams
just like the one who calls me "Dear"
you speak my name and draw me near
but leave me hanging, way up on these beams

and waking, suddenly it's very clear
I'm climbing on this bridge from there to here
eternal space surrounds me and
a sense of love confounds me, when
in reasoning, I think ought to fear

'It's gonna be alright', You say I ought to know
I've never been a stranger to the show
you play the song, I know the score
we wrote the music long before
You'll never leave, you say, come on, let's go.

I think too much I'm told, I know it's true
but that's okay, this traveling mind will do
it's time to put this girl to sleep
my thoughts will settle in the deep
but slumber stirs the climber in us too.

big arse rocker- g clair

2011-09-19T11:12:00.020-04:00

Last Christmas Eve
that's when I found her
big arse rocker
lying in the trash
'neath layers of paint
magnolia flowers
still blooming, carved
in oak or ash

it's been a while
since you've been rockin'
passed along through
the hands of time
the story's in you
but you're not talkin'
buried in layers
of paint and grime

can't deny
she's looking older
halfway home
to the pearly gate
a sadder thing
the day they sold her
wired her well
but sealed her fate

and I declare
before I found you
my heart was smoldering
in smoke and ash
and I can guess
just why they left you
one man's lover
another man's trash

once restored
and in your glory
rocking chair
I'll see you though
your wood will breathe
and meet the floor boards
worn with time
but good as new

Now grab a hold
of that big arse rocker
drag her out
to the slanty porch
say lookee here
you're fit for rockin'
and this old can
still carries the torch

we'll work it out
I'm still believing
God's in His rocker
at the pearly gate
And here we'll sit
with my guitar and
surely bend
the rhythm straight

His Final Passage - g clair

2011-09-18T09:26:00.000-04:00

His final passage, all it took to get this girl the read the book
he'd asked her twice before he died, she said she'd started it, but lied
His point was made, she'd do her best, fulfill this day, his last request
for now, what's sure, she's hanging on, to every word because he's gone
and once aboard, she's hauled to sea, no pleasure cruise, but misery
she stands her watch from noon till nine, he drinks his scotch, she sips her wine
He holds the course, and surely keeps the surging seas from where she sleeps
and once her grieving eases some, she's finds his voice a comfort from

the memories, she reads his words through tear filled eyes, her ears have heard
and now she enters into his, her mind alive with images
of life beyond this mortal soul, of turquoise seas and sandy shoal
she mulls each chapter of this book and smells the sea and baits the hook
and climbs the mast up to top, unties the sails and let's them drop
and pulled into uncertainty, the ship sails through calamity
but never does she doubt the man who said he could, she knows he can
and reading on, she comes to see the trip was really meant to be

for all her days she's been alone, sometimes by choice though seeds were sown
but landing here on troubled water, no one found his only daughter
and left to find her own way home, to settle down or wait or roam
she's learned to simply stay afloat, while others love and others dote
on children born to entertain, she'd prayed for babies but got rain
the wind kicks up, her heart still bleeding, blames herself for never heeding
youthful dreams for fear of failing, SUDDENLY she's out here sailing!
now rising from the galley door, the smell of fresh baked bread and more-

sea-salt blends with airborne yeast, and draws her down to taste the feast
she swings the rope from deck to ladder, there's her Dad, a little fatter
the captain calls all hands on deck, a storm is brewing, still they check
to see what's cooking, time to eat, for work requires mortal meat
and in the middle of the story, here's her father's pride and glory
pictures taped upon the wall, his two best girls, and that's not all
a golden key on nail in teak
she'll watch him knead, while floorboards creak

she stands beside and learns his ways, for he was gone most of her days
out to sea to make a living, her mother said he's always giving
now she listens as he praying, for wife and child, what's he saying?
bless them both while I'm away, lead them safely through the day
while fishermen have dropped their nets, he speaks of losses and regrets
that one small daughter missed her dad, he never knew just what he had
and once again the ride resumes, across a sea of oil plumes
and men are hardly scarce she finds, her father's story now unwinds

he fought this battle with his crew, while stirring up a pot of stew
his Guif, the sea, was once so clear, he loved to fish, and held it dear
the tales within this mariner's log, could pull her head out of the fog
he's taught her how to sail the sea, to feel the wind which sets her free
from thinking it's about the past, to taking hold of things which last
and using what's inside of you to break the cycle, cook the stew
to forge ahead and let it go, you must read on, or never know
now seeing that his book will end, she slows her eyes and takes her pen

and writes a note on every page, attempting to now quell the rage
for how could he who claimed to love, allow her pain to rise above
the peaceful calm she's found within his final passage, 'tis a sin
and still, one day he shouts "LAND HO!', the end approaches, heart in tow
she will not greet the writer's end nor leave this place of make-pretend
She will not listen anymore, but drops her anchor just off shore
and won't accept the last surprise, but stills his voice and shuts his eyes
she fights against the frothy foam while bailing water from her own

she cannot bear to lose him twice, his loving presence, sound advice
on written pages, this the book, about his life at sea, the cook
for days to come the text will sit with marker near the end of it
for this her only comfort now, to know he's waiting still, somehow
and days will come and days will turn to weeks, then months, a year to burn
the only way for this old lass to ever move beyond the pass
to go and read the final pages; put to rest her rock of ages
do the only thing she can- to free herself from limbo-land

She finds the book upon her shelf, and opening it for herself
She'll read the words the man had written, years before when he was smitten
on that page, and by his hand, a blessing that he'd always planned
to read her on her wedding day, the daughter he would give away
"Be sure to love the one you're with, and this my girl, your wedding gift"
and tucked within the jacket there, a little clipping of her hair
a poem she'd done when she was nine and two more things within the spine
a lock box number and that key, this man, he loved a mystery...

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Today she rides upon the seas, and sails around the Florida Keys,
she drops her anchor, swims to shore, the waves don't scare her anymore
and just last year she met a guy, a salty sailor with one eye
he'd seen the movie, lived the book, and thus the blessing, and the hook.

Faith Hope and Love- g clair

2011-09-11T10:11:00.018-04:00

Waiting on the day that I will pass away
and finally in Your presence then where no one can say
nothing lies beyond this life, or so we've often heard
but Truth has set us free from all the lies, we've got His Word
Hope and Faith that this is how it will be in the end
A love that lasts forever with my best and truest friend.

Flesh and bones and every little bit of what's inside
a temporal place to house the soul, a fitting place to hide
and all you think and feel about will dictate what you do
but something brings conviction to the soul when you are through
The spirit draws a man to search for God who sent his Son
to take our sin to hell, and make our spirit with His one.

We're waiting on that day, when Jesus comes this way
and caught up in the clouds where no one else can say
that nothing lies beyond this life, when JESUS speaks the Word
he formed this life from nothing, made these ears with which I've heard
Faith and Hope and Love, that is, a love that never ends
and we shall be together once again my kindred friends.

who you are- G Clair

2011-08-02T08:12:00.005-04:00

be who you are
not just somebody else
you can't possibly be
when you're being yourself
you are one of a kind
you can do a whole lot
but you can't when you're not
so just be.

mixed up but good- ig clair

2011-06-21T21:20:00.046-04:00

This is the year and I know that I know
that I know as if someone has told me
you've heard it before and you doubt that it's true
saying somebody selling has sold me
I'm telling my folks and they're making the jokes
with their well-meaning words and those all-knowing pokes
I've been leaving for years but what nobody hears
is that often my fears tend to hold me

You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!

So heat up the grill and slice up the steak
green peppers and onions, fajitas we'll make
and as for life's spices,whatever you wish
we all like a kick, and chipotle's delish!
cilantro is fine, tomatoes and lime,
get the measures all wrong? No matter, they rhyme
The fixings are great, life sizzles and steams
let's have us a plate and then roll in our dreams!

You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!

the reaper in the whirlwind -g clair

2011-05-29T19:54:00.028-04:00

A strange and eerie silence just before the midnight train
in the distance rolling thunder, through the darkness,
here's the rain
now wind is whipping sideways, tearing limbs from massive trees,
it's a wonder, jolt of thunder, every man's not his knees!

In a frenzied call to sleepers, get your loved ones up, she screams
it's the grimmest of all reapers come to rob you of your dreams
and it's grinding up the ground ten miles south, a mile wide
and it's headed your direction, so you'd better run and hide!

So panic takes the front seat while we quickly dive for cover
and we pray for God's deliverance, 'cause no one wants to hover
and we wait upon hell's plunder,as it devastates the land
and leaves it's monster's calling card, demise of all things grand.

lighter than a feather, yet never made for flight
carried on this wrecking train through blackness of the night
butcher knives! and power tools! an airborne metal shed!
A rabbit cage! an auto harp and someone's unmade bed!

the stuff which neighbors value, all their papers, jewels and cash
have been caught up in the whirlwind, torn to shreds and churned to trash
it's then I hear the grinding of the wheels upon the track
and brace myself with others in the bowels of my shack

a locomotive bearing down, we hold on tight and pray
the shrill wind screams, you can't believe it's happening this way!
and all we care about right then is staying on the ground
and keeping those we love alive, intact and safe and sound.

The way it goes, no one quite knows the way it's gonna be
we trust that God is here to lead us through the deep Red Sea
though man's no match against it, we'll find shelter in the storms
and pray escape the reaper in the whirlwind as it forms.

rude awakening- g clair

2011-05-23T22:10:00.007-04:00

carried on the whipping wind
like knives through blackness and pelting rain,
a frenzied unison of sirens slice into the deepest of dreams.

Great-Grandma's house- g clair

2011-05-19T10:49:00.012-04:00

in the mugginess of a mid-August night without air conditioning
on the second floor of an ancient cape, a rewired black electric fan oscillates while the unmistakable scent of must wafts through a zippered cotton pillowcover...
Hundred year old striped ticking struggles against the shifting weight of tired duck feathers, long since retired and unable to fluff with the punch of a determined fist.
Against my sleeping eyelids, tiny quills poke back like angry needles into a pin cushion
and I, squawking to half-consciousness, shield my eyes against the attack.

How did they ever do this?

Misery Loves Company- Ig clair

2011-05-14T14:05:00.000-04:00

I took a walk with Misery
we've been walking for a while
sometimes he says I go too slow
but I'll go that extra mile.

We don't say much and that's okay,
I'm not much one for talking
Silence makes good company
though some may find this shocking.

Well Misery's been up and down
these old familiar roads
prefers to walk with strangers now
who'll kick against the goads.

He's seen his share of Trouble
it invites him in for tea;
he walks the sullen pathway home
alongside Sympathy.

They take the train quite often
and meet up at the bars
Self Pity's always waiting
with her bottle, wounds and scars.

They buy a round and toast the clown
whose always got one-liners
to keep the crowd distracted
from the sad-sack whining piners.

Adversity can test your will
and take away your smile
you might meet up with Misery
and settle for a while,

to dwell upon the negative
will limit where you go~
and stuck inside, you'll just abide,
and surely miss the show.

Reflecting on old Misery,
I've often let him lead
through disappointments,
heartache,
and my own uncertain need.

I slow my pace and let him pass,
and turning up the sound
I bid farewell to Misery,
it's time to turn around!

walkin' along- ig clair

2011-05-14T14:03:00.014-04:00

Walkin' along
I hear his voice and get a skip in my step
I have to watch it cause I'm getting a rep
for acting crazy when I'm walkin' along

I hear his song
and nothing else is makin' me tingle
could be the way he puts the gin in the jingle,
the cock 'n bull is always brimming with fizz
ain't no wonder 'bout the best that there is

though he's old
and it's said
being old is better off than dead
well we know
where he'll go
Who saved his soul and for our sins He bled

and when I'm blue
his voice can reach me in the worst places
bears the burden, then he ties up my laces
and lifts me like the sun in His song
staying with me while I'm walkin' along.

With You- ig clair

2011-05-02T10:11:00.000-04:00

looking back I couldn't see
the storm clouds rising up inside me
here alone I've faced a darker day
hard to know where you begin just like the rain
you touched my skin and suddenly I'm drenched
and looking for a place to hide away

with you ( with you)
hide away with you ( with you)

take me back to where you're from
and dry me off beneath the sun
and speak to me the words which turn cold winters into summer
melt the ice within my heart please make it safe
and never part my life with you is so much more
than what it was, a bummer

with you (with you)
summer fun with you (with you)

Clouds move in and storms roll past
the darkness comes but never lasts
and through it all the Lord, our closest friend
First and Last, He's still the same and
trusting in His Holy Name
He's sure to bring us sunshine in the end

with you (with you)
in the end with you (with you)

just being there- G Clair

2011-03-14T15:21:00.003-04:00

The randomness, the senselessness
you strive to make life count and then it comes to this
and in the end you're left with pain
and someone writes a song and it just seems inane

There is no way to justify, find meaning in your loss, you know
but still we try
there are no words you need to hear
you only want the comfort, and it seems so clear

It's in our hearts, we want to take
your misery, to share your grief and ease the ache
well-meaning words, it's just the thought
and sinking down, too weak to stand
with arms you're caught

Held up and loved, in silence there
is something more than words can say to show we care
no need to talk, yet still we share
the burden of your pain
it’s plain...
just being there
just being there

Sweet Mystery- G Clair

2011-03-05T19:21:00.028-05:00

At the end of the day, it could go either way
much like at the end of this song
Well I write for a while then I sink to a smile
when I think how you draw me along.

Well we came with a story, a beautiful poem,
unheard verses locked deep in our soul
and to way to discover what's locked in a lover
find the key that will fit the keyhole.

Must we all be inspired? Seems like that's how I'm wired
I've got something to share, but it seems
that I still blame myself for what sits on the shelf
unreleased from my closet of dreams.

From rejection to strife, anger cuts like a knife
and it tore at the door to my pride
it was then your sweet voice through the keyhole rejoiced
and released the deadbolt from inside.

So now I can tell you just what's on my mind
I am corny and weird and unkind, sometimes
but I say what I feel 'cause i know what is real
and it sure beats what I left behind.

Thought the answer was finding the right key
for the words and the music to roll
but the Master unlocking life's sweet mystery
is the Love sown in each others soul.

porch swing rhythm - G Clair

2011-03-05T17:59:00.004-05:00

Minding our own, makin' it rhyme
it's all coming out, there's dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time.

nothing held back, I've got nothing to say
let it roll off my shoulders, puts less your mind
and it's better that way.

And isn't it nice, you like hot tea 'on ice'
thank you, yes, I can follow directions,
so please, don't think twice.

And isn't it great, we can stay out real late
watching millions of sparkling stars,
while you're lickin' that plate.

I said nothing at all, it's that horse in the stall
my foot fell asleep, but I'm not gonna weep
I can drag it or crawl.

Now the wind's in the trees, and your hand's on my knees
and the warmth of your breath on my neck
puts my tired mind at ease.

Distracted, it's true, idle chatter won't do
Better nothing to say, put the music on play
and be quiet with you.

The Heart-broken Fireside Blues

2011-02-07T12:12:00.017-05:00

What can you say out there in the fog
in want of the old flame, you burned your last log

The memories are hot, the pain you remember
beneath all the ashes, that last glowing ember

Don't bother to fan it, there's no fuel to burn
let it go out, save the ash for the urn

turn your attention to wood that needs chopping
do something worthwhile, like sweeping and mopping

Sweep out the soot and mop up your tears
clean out the attic let go of your fears

Put on the blues,then something upbeat
get on your warm clothes, walk out to the street

Follow it down to the steamy creek bed
The mineral water is something, it's said

melts away sadness and heats up your head
better than anywhere else I've been led

Water and Truth are hardly the same
but spoken by God and heated by flame

springs from the Rock, eternally true
flows through the mind much better than brew

Comforts the soul and eases the dread
lightens the burden and raises the dead

this is the stuff that He baptized us in
Hope for the weary, forgiveness of sin

Gave us His Word which will stand and deliver
won't ever forsake us 'cause He is The Giver

and when life is dreary, and love let's you down
you're feeling all weary, as if you might drown

read Psalm Twenty-Three and you'll get to the part
He leads you to water, and rest for your heart

lie back in the warmth, pulled free from the mire
be freed from the past, and forever 'on fire'!

Heartstrings - G Clair

2011-02-04T18:00:00.055-05:00

I'm messing with your heartstrings and you're feeling out of tune
from now on no one touches these you cry out to the moon
You're safe and sound concealed, packed within your hard-shell case
protected by a shield from the hitch, forget the chase.

And maybe you are best alone, a hard-shell case like me
prefer your friends to lovers, seems the way it ought to be
you've learned to tune your heartstrings to the symphony of life
rather than be messed with by a heavy handed wife.

Well I've got something to tell you, which I've learned along the way
and I hope this golden nugget's gonna bless your heart today
though life's a hard-core teacher, take a chance and fail a test,
you'd be wise to save your heartstrings for the one who'll play them the best.

Love is Hairy- G Clair

2011-02-03T12:57:00.005-05:00

My first ever epic poem written during the peak of PMS. It reflects the usual feelings of insecurity, self loathing, paranoia, irritability, irrational thinking, mood swings, and a tendancy to turn on the loved one who is usually an innocent bystander. Mostly, it's just a silly poem about the hairy side of love.

Love is hairy, stubbly stuff
shave all week it's never enough
whether I shave it or slather on Nair
whack it or hack it will always be there.

Keeps coming back as much as you crop it
waxing and chemicals can’t even stop it
try to ignore it, the nubs comes in thick
even my eyebrows, a uni-brow chick.

Come Saturday I don’t really care
let it grow outta my underwear
Let it alone, that unruly mop
looks like I got me a nice bumper crop

This is my way, ain’t gonna change
my love and my hair are looking deranged
Sitting there pondering love and love's looks
flippin’ through Cosmo and metrosex books

Beauty is bare in my favorite rag
Nary a hairy or haggard old nag
Eyebrows are separate and carefully arched
Lips are injected and never seem parched.

Legs are butt smooth, and so are are the pits
Love is not given to hairy chick fits.
Speaking of nares, mine is exempt
The nose and the ears are extremely well kempt.

Sunday mornin’ rolls around
but his razor can’t be found....
I call out his name and wait for an answer
his ditty bag’s gone could It be that dancer?

The one that he watches the one he admires
could she be the one whose igniting his fires?
I’ve seen her there waiting the picture of grace
smooth, fair and agile not a hair out of place

I sit on the edge of the tub shocked and numb
look in the mirror then look at my thumb
I eye up the woman whose not spent a dime
on personal pleasures as though it’s a crime

My overgrown garden could not see the light
missed out on the sweetness, bare skin’s delight
Bought into myth and every girls hope
that she’d still be worth something without any soap.

Rummaged around in a drawer feeling sick
through my tears I lay hold of my old Lady Bic
Slipped into the shower convinced he despised me
lathered and cried, none of this has surprised me

He'd seemed a bit distant, preoccupied,
the more I persisted, the less satisfied
I should have considered my Love is not blind
his eyes are like sponges his vision will find

The best of the beauties the cream of the crop
as sweet sugar blossoms parade past his shop
I have an epiphany there in the suds
Time's never wasted on pruning the buds

Better to nip 'em if you're feelin manly
can't be mistaken for Charles or Stanley.
Lord knows the time I've put in at Curves
not that i see any good that it serves

So who really cares if he's after that minx
just between us we know how she stinks
Let him go sister try rising above
'cause if that's all he's after it ain't really love.

Making my plans to rip up his picture
wipe out his memory no longer a fixture
I can't say that I needed nor much that I cared
for the man or his dirty laundry I've aired

When into my steamy retreat disconcerted
the voice of the man I was sure had deserted.
I silence my heart and put down the Bic
ease back the curtain and see my St. Nick

The hairy faced heathen battered and worn
face kind of prickly needs to be shorn.
'What is THIS? 'he demands and holds out his hand
'Why, a worn out old mach 3, the triple edge brand! '

"I just CHANGED this blade and the thing's dull and rusted!"
"Heck if I know", but I know I’ve been busted.
Step out of the shower bare skin drippin' wet
'At this rate I think I’ll buy stock in Gillette.'

I hold out my Bic and smile at old Bones
"Would you like me to light your cigar, Mr. Jones?"
Leave him to his business, which won’t include the shave
Love is stubbly,love is soft and hairy to the grave.

Gina Morrone 2007

Riddle- Five for Fighting

2011-01-29T16:19:00.001-05:00

Slice- Five for Fighting

2011-01-28T16:37:00.002-05:00

reflecting---G Clair

2011-01-28T10:59:00.015-05:00

Don't know how to tell you this, but somehow it must be
that someone tells us something and today I guess that's me.

I've thought up lots of somethings and of all the thoughts I've got
the ones I could be sharing are the one's I'd rather not.

See I've made a lot of choices from the dull part of my brain
most without foreknowledge, and of course some caused me pain.

So I go about my business since I'm hired, this is true
when assigned you'd best be following the leader, and I do.

But when I'm free to think alone, I look out on the fields
and contemplate my choices now and how the future yields.

There are things you plan ahead in life and trust, though God is good,
that other folks will treat you well around the neighborhood.

Things we count on, days and nights, the seasons and the years
but words are gold, be bold and God will surely quell your fears.

The best book I am reading, besides the Bible's Truth
the story of George Washington, our founder, from his youth.

Considering the past is wise and don't repeat mistakes
do your best to state your quest, and stay away from flakes.

Give when you are able, do the right thing as it is said
a good man can't be faulted though he's human, heaven led.

Use your gifts, 'a future and a hope' He's promised man
Be wise, get wisdom, realize your time is in His Hand.

city of blame - G Clair

2011-01-15T09:57:00.005-05:00

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your memory serves you but mine is so lame
it bothers you still so please tell me again

who stole your lunch box and who smashed your toy
who failed to hug you when you were a boy
who broke your heart and who fractured your tooth
who sapped your energy, who took took youth
who who who who

and who wasn't there when you needed him so
who made you clean up and shovel the snow
who was a meany and who was a Grinch
who took a mile when you gave him an inch
who who wbo who

what is the reason you must take the shame
tell it to get off your back just the same
let out the anger and cut loose the pain
grab onto love, baby, run from this city of blame

who didn't choose you for kickball that day
who left you stranded to walk all that way
who took your Christmas and who stole your pride
who locked the door and then left you outside
in the rain

who robbed your innocence, who stole your crown
promised the moon and took off at sundown
the memories haunt us though we may forgive
forgetting is hard 'cause it is what it is

who took your hopes and your dreams to the floor
a lick a promise when you needed more
and who said "I Do" with his two fingers crossed
dumped you for somebody haggard and sauced

what is the reason you must take the shame
tell it to get off your back just the same
let out the anger and cut loose the pain
grab onto love, baby, run from this city of blame.

Someone Else's Song- GClair

2011-01-06T14:41:00.060-05:00

I slid along the Avenue until I reached your place
I must admit I'd had a few but longed to see your face
The steps were barely salted, and I cursed them as I fell
and peppered my possessions on the sidewalk iced from hell.

Face down upon the Avenue I breathed the cold of night
and realized to my surprise my hip had twisted right
And not a soul was present to raise me from the dread
no, not a one to hear my cries or anything I said.

Chorus:
And never I've felt so foolish, though I've been a fool before
and every time I've done me wrong I'm lying on the floor
if maybe Someone Else's song will save them from their grave
I'll take the shame on New Years Eve if just one soul I save!

Well it's been my vain conception that I'm good in any storm
I'm graceful, no deception, all my landings, perfect form
pride reserved an answer for the blasted state I'm in
"only New Years Eve will bring out all the things I've never been."

I laid upon the Avenue, each minute like an hour
and I prayed that God was having you come down from your high tower.
to find me there, an old time square without a new years ball
much better to be found alive than not be found at all.

Chorus:
And never I've felt so foolish, though I've been a fool before
and every time I've done me wrong I'm lying on the floor
if maybe someone else's song will save them from their grave
I'll take the shame on New Years Eve if just one soul I save!

Well It must have been near midnight, turned my head to hear the riff
distant music on the river and my mind began to drift
when something kicked my ankle like the tip of someone's shoe
could it be the boot of heaven checking if my soul was due?

I'd landed near a tire, whose tread was laced with snow
which buried in the mire, had nowhere else to go
and glimpsing my reflection in the hub which shined like new
I witnessed my deliverance, the light of God, it's true!

Chorus
And never I've felt so foolish, though I've been a fool before
and every time I've done me wrong I'm lying on the floor
if maybe someone else's song will save them from their grave
I'll take the shame on New Years Eve if just one soul I save!

From somewhere deep inside the smokey bellows of my ire
a verse from someone else's song which rose up like a choir
Is it you my sweet beloved, come to raise me from my plight?
for I've fallen in my drunken state this cold dark News Years Night.

And what have we beheld here, a woman in the snow
her hip looks out of socket though her face is all aglow
they rushed me to the hospital and just in time for tea
which warmed the cockles of my heart and thawed my love for thee.

Chorus:
And never I've felt so foolish, though I've been a fool before
and every time I've done me wrong I'm lying on the floor
if maybe Someone Else's song will save them from their grave
I'll take the shame on New Years Eve if just one soul I save!

My coconut is hollow but I've artichoke to spare
and the roads I chose to follow often lead to cupboards bare
I've made the best of nothing 'til the nothings left me cold
and filled my chest with stuffing out of fear of growing old.

All these years I've been a sinner, running circles, chasing youth,
with my hair as gray as winter, I come face to face with truth
Lying flat out on the sidewalk on that News Years Eve from hell
I learned to trust correction and I hope you're doing well.

Chorus:
And never I've felt so foolish, though I've been a fool before
and every time I've done me wrong I'm lying on the floor
if maybe Someone Else's song will save them from their grave
I'll take the shame on New Years Eve if just one soul I save!

I'm singing someone Else's song, for me it's not that true
I don't get drunk on New Years Eye and rarely think of you
If one day you should meet me on the street where you might live,
be sure to wave and greet me if you've got the time to give!!!

And never you'll feel so foolish, though you've been a fool before
and every time you've done you wrong you're lying on the floor
if maybe Someone Else's song will save you from you grave
then take the shame on New Years Eve, if just your soul you save!

Zzz the Day- G Clair

2010-12-28T09:36:00.001-05:00

Zzz the day
Let's let this one get away
it's okay,
gave our best to yesterday
overtime
never was my cup of tea
yet they squeeze
press the very best of me
piling on the sugar now
promising the moon and now
complaining drains
life's pleasure out of me
gimmee z.

Skim the soup
otherwise we'll get too fat
trim the sails
and I'm off to where you're at
winter winds
sting my chin and mess my hair
better stay
wrapped in cozy blankets here
icy patches forming
on the windows, we lay warming
under covers, unaware
nothing bothers, not a care
let the phone ring
when in doubt
never mind,
I'm calling out

Stay up late
watching oldies on TV
lick the plate
leave it on the floor for me
it's okay,
make another can of soup
take a bath
and then shower off the bloop
wasting water, wasting time
waste not want not
never mind
let the toilet run and find
everything will
wait for you
you'll see~
catch your z
wait for me.

one more day to go around
nothings lost
but somethings found
the buzzing fan's
a welcome sound
draw the blinds
cause no one's gonna call
after all

take the shame! G-Clair

2010-12-22T18:27:00.002-05:00

My sister sent some money 'cause things had gone to hell
She said, "You don't belong there Honey, a trip home will do you well."
On a three day smelly bus ride away from what had been obscene
turned my nose to New York City where the air was fresh and clean.

Pulled into Central Station, a different kind of highland
was met by my dear sister, a castaway on Gov'nors Isand.
Being broke was half the trouble,and we played it like a game
but the nasty shoe debacle, well it made me take the shame.

I didn't know quite what to do, but I knew I had a job,
a suit of hounds-tooth off 'The Give', and my hair cut in a bob.
The suit was fitting perfectly, for shoes we found some flats
pink with silver circled cut-outs, kind of clownish without spats.

Well I stood there in a laugh-cry, 'cause my job was in the city
I gotta make these babies black or be lookin' 'Hello Kitty'.
So she gets that strange expression, perhaps as from the Lord
In an empty apartment down the hall was some paint for the old baseboard.

We laughed the night we dipped the shoes,laughed until we cried
And early the next morning, it seemed the paint had dried.
You could see that they were shiny and ready for the weather
and from an eyeball's distance they could pass for patent leather.

I was ever careful as I slipped my stockinged toes
into brand new 'hello baseboard' shoes and no-frills tailored clothes.
Mincing along, but gingerly I hopped aboard the ferry
missed the bus to Beekman, in the dark, the walk was scary.

Made it the building not a minute did I lose
I tidied up my hair and then I glanced down at my shoes...
Blasted bloody got 'em muddy, bits of paper grass and sand
I heard my toes scream out, "Hey, buddy, for shoes, tar paint is banned!"

Quickly then I kicked 'em off and tried to wipe 'em clean
but every little thing unstuck took off the tacky sheen.
I did my best to conceal a sob but had to pay my dues
as more than one allergic snob caught sight of battered shoes.

I tried to blacken out the pink, with a big old magic marker
but folks complained about the 'stink', and not a day was darker.
At 5 PM, back on the street, with nowhere else to roam
my misery was made replete, as I tracked some more dirt home.

Summer Pearl - G clair

2010-12-18T17:03:00.055-05:00

My summer pearl fell from the train
it was a fake, but just the same
sad was the day I left your side
for fear of love bereft, I cried
and waved goodbye without restrain.

You gave me popcorn and a prize
and I could see it in your eyes
just like a diamond in the sand
you found my heart when you took my hand
and gave me Cracker Jack's surprise.

I wore that ring as if it were
a symbol of your love that summer
as seasons go, there came a day
you asked if we'd come back to stay
we never did, I was a kid and life's a bummer.

Long-distance is a lonely thing
your letters made me want to sing
daydreams and photographs
time passes trains and laughs
I kept the t-shirt and the ring.

You asked me once how I could cry
over a plastic pearl gone bye
because I loved you so, you see
we were like real to me, and gee
it hurt me more that you'd ask why.

Hello I just turned turned forty-nine
I saw your Facebook page online
you have a wife I see,
and a growing family
a little girl named Clementine.

Your other daughter is fifteen
won't friend her father cause she's mean
she met a guy she loves, a cook
he gave her cashmere gloves, and look
she's posting pictures on the screen.

Don't know you now, you don't know me
one chapter from our history
although it's long been lost and such
and though it didn't cost you much
that summer pearl was never free.

Before the Office Christmas Party - G Clair

2010-12-10T09:43:00.000-05:00

For every miserable office worker at Christmastime. Cheer up!

When you feel taken for granted
thinkin' they just don't care
wanting to move away again,
but again, you don't know where~
burned-out, tired of trying
to be all the bossman wants
to be everything to everyone,
reading in between the fonts~

We who sit beside you
in the office and the stall
who sing along, the same old song,
while you stand and take the fall~
in a cubicle, with mistletoe,
this lonesome caroler hums
it's all benign,
please don't resign
before the yule tide comes

(Chorus)
Want to see you here on Christmas
don't leave us all alone
want to hear you 'woe ho ho' again
so don't slam down the phone~
don't make that snap decision
when the pressure starts to build
just let the steam out somewhere else
and let your heart be filled
with joy

At the meeting, you suggested
wrap the garland and a bow
and all the trimmings, here and there
around whose neck, we know
the one about the lighting
the star atop her head
and now the head of operations,
wants to move you to the shed.

They just don't understand you,
your work is so complex
you didn't sign his Christmas card
but the boss still signs your checks
so don't be rash, just try to hash it out
and make a deal,
and let bygones be gone
before the office Christmas meal.

(Chorus)
Want to see you here on Christmas
please don't leave us all alone
want to hear you 'woe ho ho' again
so don't slam down the phone
and don't make that snap decision
when the pressure starts to build
just let the steam out somewhere else
and let your heart be filled
with joy

Bailey's Song - G Clair

2010-12-01T17:49:00.000-05:00

( To the tune of Girl from Impanema)

Short and fat and blonde and stunning
the girl from Crestwood Village goes running
and when she chases the squirrels
they all run away...

the forced readings of Nagi Ramone - G Clair

2010-11-22T22:16:00.008-05:00

In my box, with rictus grin
they could not straighten with a pin~
I lay before my friends and folks
and seemed to smile at silent jokes~

and some did wonder, what was planned
but little could they understand
how I looked on from up above
and hovered over those I love~

it all went off without a hitch
the biker said I was a bitch
and with that word, the motley crew,
they blocked the doors so none passed through~

They dimmed the lights, to set the mood
and turned the music down to 'brood'
and every guest then took a seat
and fanned the sweat of stinky feet.

The biker wiped his eyes, and said,
'It's very hard to see her dead,
but it should come as no surprise,
that Nagi, with her smiling eyes,

made this request of all her friends,
and here's the list, and there's some pens.
She'd like you all to listen, while
her written works are read 'in style'.

And if one title strikes a note
of relevance, is what she wrote,
then jot it down and pass it to
the one beside you in the pew.

and at the end of every row
stood someone with a basket though
it wasn't clear where this would go
my friends and family had to know

the basket filled to overflowing
you read the one you picked, not knowing
I was watching from on high
and busting out, my old laugh-cry

'Twas several hours that had passed
and people dying to be gassed
Could this one be the very last?
the final poem that Nagi cast?

The friends and folk of my rich past
applauded, it was done at last!
and headed for the open air,
and as they reached the doorway there~

a book was handed to each guest
My dying wish, you'd all be blessed,
and finally you would have, to own,
a coffee table book, a tome

And every poem I ever wrote
contained within the pages, note
the title, it was all my own
'The Forced Readings of
Nagi Ramone.'

swkinpa- G- clair

2010-11-20T17:08:00.006-05:00

Appreciate the way you think
the simple life, our common link
the words we share, the subtle smiles
which pass between so many miles.

The Ancient Rhythm of Ebb and Flow- G Clair

2010-11-16T19:03:00.005-05:00

Eb pulls back, he holds his peace
he's done with Flo, he's wined the beast
and as it's said, 'don't tread where sands are shifting'
ebb and flow, they come and go
ebb draws us out, the tides are low,
but as we yearn, return, and stop our drifting.

i stand on rock, alone at last
and mourn for what is done and past
but still, with broken heart, recall the surges;
the times when you were out at sea
and when you finally wrote to me
I laugh at how you satisfied my urges.

The words we shout from distant shores
the ones which fall on heavy oars
which make the trip back home far less than pleasing;
far better are the words on wing
which land with olive branch and sing
a song of love which keeps the flow from freezing.

but even in the closest knit
where scarcely will the piece not fit
there's comes a rhythm known as ebb and flow.
and marriage is a special bond
and Eb and Flo they looked beyond
and understood the way it had to go.

and through the laughter and the tears
and late night dances, sharing beers
they always knew the highs would lead to low.
and now Flo waits on lonesome shore
for time apart was forced before
as time would have it, 'twas Eb's time to go.

Gina Morrone

Big Eddy - G Clair

2010-11-16T17:44:00.027-05:00

I don't have a clue what to write in this song
the chorus is fine but the words are all wrong
although it's been said that these lines should be read
thought it best if you sung them instead, dear Ed,
drag a comb through your darling bedhead

Well I came home to find you asleep on the couch
and tiptoed around you my big hungry slouch
if I knew you were home I'd a planned something nice
but this chicken's still frozen on ice, anyway
let us pray that you'll take my advice.

(Chorus)
Don't say you do when you don't
Ed I'm talking to you honey
Don't say you will when you won't
you know it really isn't funny
Don't say you'll come when you know that you can't
and I won't say a word when you rant
no I shan't, not a whisper from me when you rant!

Last month I told you my car's rather beat
the muffler that's hanging? it dropped in the street
the cops heard me coming and followed me home
on the back of my ticket, your poem- it's a tome
on the lips of my lover is foam

Paint me a picture, I'll pay for your time
Inspire one stanza, I'll write the last line
if you'd bring me some hope for I'm failing to cope
we could spice up our rhythm with rhyme, one more time
give me something worth more than a dime

(Chorus)
Don't say you do when you don't
Ed, I'm talking to you honey
Don't say you will when you won't
you know it really isn't funny
Don't say you'll come when you know that you can't
and I won't say a word when you rant
no I shan't, not a whisper from me when you rant

one small dream G Clair

2010-11-02T17:16:00.008-04:00

one small dream was all i had
not much but still it grew into a photograph
not much but still it flew on one fond memory
let me fly this one small dream into reality.

Do you mind? G-Clair

2010-11-02T17:11:00.001-04:00

Do you mind if I borrow your rose-colored glasses
my day's been a shade of deep blue~
and by chance could you spare me your spit-fits of laughter
while I sort through these bills that are due?

Gina Morrone

keep the change - G Clair

2010-10-12T10:59:00.032-04:00

There's a hole in my pocket where change used to be
for one cup of coffee, the second one's free
do I go where I'm led though I haven't a key
and eat what I'm fed without question of fee?
Across sits a friend who cares for my soul
he fears for my safety, my wholeness his goal
so without any greed or selfish intent
he pays for my dinner and cancels the rent.
He knew what I needed, like father knows best
food, clothing, shelter, a clean place to rest
I call him my savior, my king and the boss
He won't take the glory but points to the cross.
I soon find a job, and a home for my stuff
it's all that I have but it's more than enough
The courage to change what I could was the key
the burden's been lifted, I'm finally free.
Without faith in God I could easily fall back
'cause there's always that vice like a Big Mac attack
tested and tempted I use what I've learned
stick with The Truth and you're less often burned.
So where are you now, and where have you been
did you latch onto God, and spit out the sin?
just take a deep breath, you're here 'til your death
trust in the Lord and then start again fresh.
There's change in my pocket where a hole used be
for one cup of coffee, the second one's free

pondering- G Clair

2010-10-07T10:47:00.011-04:00

well you always give me reason
to believe that you'll come through
be it in or out of season
seems you're steady and you're true
never questioning my motives
never asking for my heart
never lighting up the votives
loving freedom from the start
yes. the love you give is fitting
always proper, keeping pace
with a girl whose sick of sitting
now you're motioning for space
you'll be waving from the sidewalk
as I'm running down the street
lest you'd have to hear that I'd walk
several miles with you in heat
so i have to stop and wonder
why you'd bother then to stay
when you hear the distant thunder
fear the rain that's on the way...

On Vanderveer - G Clair

2010-09-18T13:01:00.013-04:00

I wanna live on Vanderveer, where everyday's the same all year
Just start the car, it's not that far and take us there, I'll show you where
Verdant hills on Vanderveer lift the burden, stills the fear
free to all who hold her dear, Fairfield farms are also near

So come with me my silent love to old back roads I'm dreaming of
we'll park the car, and take our time and find a way to make it rhyme
You wave goodbye, "Farewell, my dear, it sure was nice to have you here,
but you'll be back, we'll have a beer and toast to life on Vandervyme"

I spent the night on Vanderveer, and in the morning it was clear
the sun broke treetops glistening on grassy fields and everything
and early up I drank in dew, I felt the chill but warmth came though
I lit some twigs and ate some figs and not once did I think of you.

I hid my gear on Vanderveer and walked for miles on trails back there
with Autumn near the leaves appear to welcome change and I declare
that change will come and lead to drear but not before the colors cheer
the lonely woods of this frontier and suddenly I shed a tear

Truth be told I'm getting old the moldy ground is bloody cold
my back is sore my butt was bitten on Vanderveer, though I was smitten
I guess too quickly after all and swallowed up by nature's call
but left alone my thoughts are clear I'd hurt you more by staying here

'Cause who'd be there to steer you clear of Satan's brew and backwash beer
to bust your chops and mend your rear and warm your toes and bend your ear?
and who to take my great advice on vita veeta vega vice,
and read my poem and get the joke and buy me gingerale with coke

when I get rough without enough,you pull me though the bitter stuff
and put up with my lack of taste and bring me to a better place
and wait for me and pray for me and sometimes a charade for me
but better off than being here the lonely life on Vanderveer

and so before I lose my fear and wander back there with the deer
quick grab some cash for Mickys, Dear and pick me up on Vanderveer

Unspoken- G Clair

2010-09-18T11:06:00.005-04:00

they wandered down the path alone
and hand in hand she longed to own
a place inside his cautious heart
but never told him from the start

the pieces of that puzzle fit
but never did they speak of it
and waiting on the words to say
in time her hair was feathered gray.

but who'd have known and who'd have guessed
they had their time together
they spent their days and both were blessed
in clear and stormy weather

And all this time you'd think she'd know
since everything he did, did show
and almost sure, she'd never ask
but left him to that silly task

the years flew by and they grew old
and still no word of love was told
and in the end he held her hand
and knew somehow she'd understand

they spent their days and both were blessed
in clear and stormy weather
with three small words, she breathed her last
and left him there, together.

sweet old life - G Clair

2010-09-12T21:05:00.019-04:00

You're packed within a mystery
can only guess your story
of how you came to be this way
and who should get the glory
I cannot blame your mother
nor your dad for they were young
although the stars were out that night
your spark had yet to come
they had no clue when they made you
that you would be a man
who likes his dogs with ketchup
and his beans right from the can
while no one knows exactly why
you act within your means
the books suggest a tie between
environment and genes
while smarter guys philosophize
and science can't be wrong, ha!
the life we lead is just the seed
of folks who'll come along
for life, designed in secret
as well it ought to be
dates back before the science books
a sweet old mystery.

Sunshine Girl- G Clair

2010-09-08T20:58:00.005-04:00

With a beaming smile that could warm the tile
She came flying down the corridor
the sun was setting, so I asked her heading
and she said, "I'm going to Florider!"

Well she seemed to like to talk
and I really love to listen
so I pressed her for the details
and her eyes began to glisten.

"Been staying in this rest home
since I lost my dear departed"
I asked her when he died and she said,
"No, I meant my leg."

So we stood there, well I stood there and
she sat in her new wheel chair
I asked her what's her hurry
and if she's gonna get a peg.

"Maybe if I lose this weight
Gotta get down to 220
but the trouble is I love to eat,
I know it's not that funny.

"I've had my share of heart attacks
and twice I had a stroke
Buried my husband, lost the house
and gee I love to smoke.

"I can't move these three fingers
but I manage in this chair
on nice days take it to the road
for excercise and air."

She went on to share her story
was from somewhere up in Queens
married twice, no children
and lived well within her means.

She talked about her childhood home
how chemicals from the pool
splashed onto a strawberry patch
with fruit the size of stool.

The best of all of her stories
was one about her dad
who had worked for Sunshine Biscuits,
and once fell into a vat.

No sooner had she told me
that I knew I'd have to write
a lymric for this lady
whose smile brings such delight.

The folks at Sunshine found him
pulled him out but hound him
was one lucky catch, 'til he met his batch
when those lady fingers done nearly drowned him.

nothing missing, nothing broken

2010-09-08T10:22:00.002-04:00

Pretty Fast Gone

2010-09-03T22:06:00.002-04:00

Creation's Love Song - G Clair

2010-09-03T18:45:00.029-04:00

There's a music that's playing deep down in my soul
where the wilderness beckons us all to be whole
from a far away place it calls like a loon
it was written for us and it's always in tune

In tune with the weather as clouds rolling in
bring the music of thunder and rain on the wind
In tune with the valley as I climb to the peak
yodelay-hee who goes there!? To the echo I speak

Light spills through branches and glistens on streams
and pine needles carpet the throne room which sings
the birds do not worry. they have no concern
they're singing a song we could all stand to learn

It flows down the creek bed, the rivers grow wild
and rhythmic waves roll to the feet of a child
this breath I exhale, like the one you breathe in
keeps us all in this lifetime, how strange it's all been!

The natural world, it's majestic adorning
belies what befalls us without any warning
the smallest and delicate flower of life
snatched up- and the music is bitter with strife

Now the tone of my song is of pure aggravation
and way out of tune with the whole congregation
and I just can't relate to the choir and organ
and I wander alone down to Stanley and Morgan

Distracted by life and in wanting much more
I've lost time with the singers, forgotten the score
I yearn for the song which brings faith to the living
love to the lost and joy in the giving

born for a purpose, not just to survive
to walk with conviction while we're all still alive
And in search of The God who can touch my heartstrings
in sickness and health and the questions life brings

Who in still quiet places or noisy train stations
in subways and alleys and the worst situations
speaks peace to the storm, overriding my brain
adding fuel to my fire and I'm drawn back again

Sitting alone somewhat stuck in the mire
pondering the words which can take me much higher
"As a deer longs for water" per Psalm Forty-two
You alone my desire, my soul longs for You.

Night Bugs- G Clair

2010-08-30T10:21:00.021-04:00

Stood on the ledge of my sleepy blue sorrow
back from the edge, guess I'll see you tomorrow
can't lie, not the first time I'm thinking of you
but the night bugs are out, life's distractions will do

I looked to the west as the day slowly faded
turned up the volume of cricket and katydid
rhythm rubs life in the darkness outside
steer clear of the blue light or get yourself fried

With the zapper you took out the skeeters and flies
while spiders and ants faced the raider's demise
yellow jackets and wasps, you chased from their hives,
but these night bugs are here for the rest of our lives
bittersweet bugs for the rest of our lives

Back in the house now, I roll down the screen
protecting myself from the lurking unseen
from the critters, which drawn by the lure of the light
make feast in their famine on food, flesh and fright

we handle the things that intrude in our spaces
the bugs in the dark and the unwanted faces
we roll down the screens and we listen to voices
those sweet summer sounds, and this night bug rejoices

With the zapper you took out the skeeters and flies
while spiders and ants faced the raider's demise
yellow jackets and wasps, you chased from their hives,
but these night bugs are here for the rest of our lives

too many months have passed without hearing
the music which blends with the night bugs I'm fearing
I nearly lost hope for those sounds in my life
but these night bugs revive good ol' summertime strife
bittersweet bugs, for the rest of my life

Stood on the ledge of my sleepy blue sorrow
back from the edge, guess I'll see you tomorrow
can't lie, not the first time I'm thinking of you
the night bugs are out, life's distractions will do

the impressionist- G Clair

2010-08-24T21:08:00.017-04:00

When he speaks, I hear the sound,

a president who's been around

speaking of the wife with cankle

not that she could care to rankle

Yo, BT, he fights for freedom

Rocky would be pleased to meet him

late at night when lights are lunar

on the road back home, a crooner

fools rush in, no longer Bing

the king of rock, old Pop can sing

a whispered line from any song

but suddenly I'm in the wrong

and one tough stooge I hear he bought a

tommy gun, and "why I oughta"

tell you something you don't know

it's Ahnold Schwanal ho dee doe

and then another voice will join

it's Raymond with his tenderloin

this sailor's gal has quite a name

he cooks his spinach in the same

a wealthy man on distant isle

who's wife is Lovey, makes me smile

Every single voice he's got

is good but when he's best it's not

the person he'll impressionate

but his own voice...it's getting late

but wait, there's more, but I am spent

on telling of the way it went

or so it goes and what'll come

the truth is, well...I love the bum.

Heart Stinkin' Candy- G Clair

2010-08-15T18:05:00.040-04:00

he takes the wheel, she's left standing there weeping

he won't turn back, it's just the way that he feels

it doesn't matter much, 'cause soon she'll be sleeping

time and again her heart heals.

waiting around, well she'll wait for a season

seasons will pass, thinks it's all in her head

she buys a calendar and ponders the reason

some things are best left unsaid.

This is her song, though the music is fleeting

and these are the sounds that are harder to sing

she'll write about it since there's nobody reading

nobody's hearing a thing.

another mistake with a miserable ending

questioning why she's left standing alone

she pours out her heart to the woman who's tending

life has a mind of it's own.

Here are some words from a girl who's been taken

leave him alone, don't be there when he phones

change your number and be done with the aching

you've got a life of your own...

you'll have a love of your own.

Prayer of St. Francis by Sarah MacLachlan

2010-08-15T00:58:00.000-04:00

Quiet In the Hood - G Clair

2010-08-14T14:47:00.038-04:00

misery has an upside but the company's not good
wh
en hurt won't come out in the wash, it's gonna come out in the hood

yellow tape is like a torch which leads all eyes to stare
what exactly happened here...who what when and where

we'd like to think it's not the norm while cops patrole the streets
we hope and pray somehow, some way, the crime rate will decrease
So where's your little brother, well today's his day in court
Kelvin likes to ride his bike, but peddles drugs for sport

He never knew his father and hates his mother's men
the gang he's in are more like kin, blood homies to the end
Seems Kelvin was elected to shoot a brotha dead
whose crime it seems was wearing jeans not blue, but crimson red.

The boy, he couldn't do it, said, "I ain't nobody's fool"
"I'll sell the drugs", he told these thugs, "but rather shoot some pool".
Granny's on the front porch settin' out to sweep
on a pathway to disaster, the bullet whizzes past her
and cuts through wood and plaster... to find the child in his sleep.

Kelvin's little cousin, he couldn't tell the time
he barely knew his numbers but could rap a nursery rhyme
They buried little Winston and Gran's not doin' good
his swingset is abandoned and it's quiet in the hood.

No one really plans to live a lowly life of crime
to drop out of society and soon be facin' time
those who lack a vision, who have yet to find their gift
need a hero and direction, not a handout, but a lift.

So go ahead and spraypaint walls, decorate abandoned halls
breakdance, shoot your basketballs, skateboard parks and crowded malls
Encourage all their hopes and dreams, lead them out of evil schemes
'cause life is not what it all seems when there's quiet in the hood.

Ditched- G Clair

2010-08-09T18:21:00.048-04:00

The hillside before me rolled by like a wave

and awash in my thoughts, still I noticed the grave

the headstone was tilted and covered in rot
a memory of someone forgotten, but not.

The scene triggered feelings which drew me way back
to a time when I dwelt in a one bedroom shack
the love of my life had grown cold, and despairing,
my heart shriveled up like an unpickled herring

I remembered thereafter, and oh, what a mess
I led me to places too dark to confess,
dying for flowers from somebody dear
I'd fill up my window box year after year.

and soon the depression grew into a hedge
though flowering plants kept me back from the ledge
'I'll never be happy!' I quite often thought
a forgotten old headstone all covered in rot.

I swore if I ever recovered again
I'd wait for the right one, the Boaz of men
but for all of the damage, the shape my heart's in
I'd be blessed if he'd notice, so how could I win?

With all of these memories weighing me down
I slapped myself silly and turned up the sound
and opened the windows to let in some air
the sun on my face and then suddenly...glare!

I veered off the highway which cut through the land
a two lane construction of asphalt and sand
took the embankment at an ungodly pitch
and suddenly airborne, shot over a ditch

Landing my vessel across the divide
I hoped for the best for it's brave underside
the dust settled soon, and how foolish I felt
Thank God I'd remembered to buckle my belt.

And there in the front seat, assessing my plight
dazed, but amazed at this beautiful sight
as 'Love is a Battlefield' blared in the grime
Wildflowers grew in the trenches of time!

You the forgotten who languish for years
ditched and bedraggled and drained of your tears
thinking you're nothing, a sunset that's fading
grieving love lost while your best years are waiting

Tend to your gardens wherever they are
keep yourselves fresh with the watering jar
Remember, like flowers, the wild ones too
your maker, your husband, will take care of you.

For your Maker is your husband--the LORD Almighty is his name--the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; he is called the God of all the earth.
Isaih 54:5

Icicle- G Clair

2010-08-07T10:37:00.015-04:00

Went out walkin' in the snow
slipped on the black ice
and down I did go
I tried to get up
but it was too
slick and so
I lay there
freezing
feeling
s-sick
I felt
like
an
I
C
E
C
I
C
L
E
but
then
a nice
man with
warm hands
reached down
and lifted me up
he held me close and
warmed me in his strong
arms. It had seemed to him
that I looked more like a snowman.

In a while, I was looking more like a puddle.

Fat Back-, Front Roll- G Clair

2010-08-06T18:40:00.003-04:00

Oh,
my love
you know I long for you to hold me
though
my love
it seems your arms cannot enfold me

I got a
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
Oh

and when
you tell me
that I am just the way you need me
tell me truly
is it the carbs or fat you feed me

you gimee
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
Oh

(bridge)

And it's true
that when we sleep, I lie behind you
and it's true
the morning sun can never find you

i got a
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
Oh

i love your
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
yeah
yeah
yeah

fat back
baby baby
Front roll
Mamma Mamma
Fat back
Daddy Daddy
oh
oh
oh

Fat Back

Certain - G Clair

2010-08-05T14:58:00.036-04:00

He takes her love to meet his need
this bachelor is a selfish breed
she'll tolerate his cruelty for affection;
She's walked on eggshells, feeling sad
and breaking down she sees her dad
but why the anger, why all the correction?

Locked inside her cloud of love
so aimlessly she'll float above
the memories- each time his rage exploded;
and never being good enough
perplexed at why he seems so gruff
when only yesterday he swooned and doted.

She, the ever-loving type
would jump to fix his every gripe
and dance around him while his heart was hurtin'
believing then, "it must be me"
the source of all his angst, you see
but now she knows the truth, of this she's certain.

Taking one last chance she'll try
to reach out to this troubled guy
and longing to become his heart's desire
staged to win his softer side
she'll do her best to smile and hide
the fear, this saintly dear, her heart's a liar.

Never will there ever be
a stable point where they are free
to be, although she'd hoped their love was certain;
the disapproval in his eyes
is something she should recognize
it's been disguised until the final curtain.

Bad Hair Nightmare- G Clair

2010-08-02T20:32:00.002-04:00

I asked for the color I had as a child
"Don't think so", he said, and that's putting it mild
I went to get up from the chair but soon found
the weight of that bib thing was weighing me down

the eyes of the stylist, so cold and unkind
were narrowing as he approached from behind
in his hand he held something we both recognized
'twas the braid from my worst childhood fear realized!

The one he'd cut off right here at the neck
and left me there wearing a 'shag', what the heck!
"You don't want this color, it's way too outdated
and what could be duller than the one God created?

What you need now is product I'LL mix
a light honey blond with some purple to fix
the damage you did with your cheap color tricks,
and the thing I hate MOST about all of you chicks!"

"Barberian justice would SNIP off your locks,
but you've suffered far worse when you turned to the box
and then to add insult you pulled through the cap
and expecting great highlights, got dried out straw crap!

Next time we'll just give you a 'shorty', it's called,
don't mess with my color...you may wind up BALD!

The Quest for Warmth G- Clair

2010-07-31T11:21:00.001-04:00

captured there in orange, beneath the old street light
a cloud of breath exhaled, hangs heavy in the night
waiting on the 409 has never been this bleak
the fierce wind nips your ear lobe, and ice cold stings your cheek

I watch you turn your collar up, your back against the bite
one hand on that coffee cup, the other out of sight.
each morning getting colder, the forecast is for snow
in fleece and wool you face the frost, and how I'll never know

I see you’re green, my blue faced friend, the green before the fall
you've never been about the perks, it's conscience above all
the last thing on your mind just now would be to get a Lynx
traffic is lame, road rage insane, and air pollution stinks

don't EVEN get you started upon the SUV
spews out nitrous oxide and guzzles Texas tea
public parking, another rare find, for what you get they rob you blind
and what they miss, the vandal takes, leave you with migranes the car alarm makes

better for all we all take the train
or one car per family 'stead of one car per brain.
watching you stand there with ice crystals forming
Hypothermantic, you NEED global warming!

I know you ain't no girlyman, my ever-ready mate
but my duracel is waiting, and the 409 is late
I jump out from my hiding place, approaching from the rear
my work cut out, without a doubt, the ice lymric is near:

poetic license pending,
I call for a herione's ending
like a frozen filet
without word or delay
I can lift you without even bending

once inside and thawing, you start in about the gas
I turn down the heat, but turn up the seat that's warming up your carcass
and I'm certainly all for the planet, and all for your thinking what's best
but for mornings like these, with your jewels in a freeze, come with and we'll heat up the QUEST.

The Run Around- G Clair

2010-07-30T11:37:00.013-04:00

He went around
and came around, and went around again
Then he came around, went back around
and came around again.

"What's with all the run-around?"
I asked my breathless friend
"What goes around, will come around
and right up to the end."

and holding back my laughter
I caught up with the clown
if it's women that you're after
just wait, they'll come around.

Been waiting my whole lifetime
and I don't think they see
that I can take them places
if they'd only come with me.

"Who runs this ride, you run beside,
and can't they cut the speed?"
"I have no clue, but maybe you
can jump this thing, and plead."

"One last run around, dear girl
it's worth the ride, you'll see
it won't be long, enjoy the song,
I'm a sick sorry son of a b."

I hopped aboard his dream machine
where ladies rode the poles
and pushed passed blown out bimbos
to the room which housed controls.

I peeked inside the window there
and much to my surprise
no one's mannin' anything on this
carousel of lies.

A sea of lovely lonelies
ride 'The Future' from the past
around again a few more times
our lives are fading fast.

Suddenly he's on the ground
and draggin' on his knees
with sweat upon his forehead,
I said, "Jackass, LET GO, please."

"One last run around, dear girl,
don't you worry none 'bout me
appreciate your deep concern
I'm a sick sorry son of a b".

Well, it took some major doing
to release his grip of fear
and then I jumped, and bruised and bumped
was finally in the clear.

"we've cashed in all our chips today,
but we'll be back, for more-
you push to run the Future
and I'm lonely to the core.

We hobbled from the Carn-evil,
my weary friend and me
what goes around will come around
DEAR GOD please set us free.

Misery Loves Company - G Clair

2010-07-17T10:05:00.002-04:00

I took a walk with Misery
we've been walking for a while
sometimes he says I go too slow
but I'll go that extra mile.

We don't say much and that's okay,
I'm not much one for talking
Silence makes good company
though some might find that shocking.

Well Misery's been up and down
these old familiar roads
prefers to walk with strangers now
who'll kick against the goads.

He's seen his share of Trouble
it invites him in for tea;
he walks the sullen pathway home
alongside Sympathy.

They take the train quite often
and meet up at the bars
Self Pity's always waiting
with her bottle, wounds and scars.

They buy a round and toast the clown
whose always got one-liners
to keep the crowd distracted
from the sad-sack whining piners.

Adversity can test your will
and take away your smile
you might meet up with Misery
and settle for a while,

to dwell upon the negative
will limit where you go~
and stuck inside, you'll just abide,
and surely miss the show.

Reflecting on old Misery,
I've often let him lead
through disappointments,
heartache,
and my own uncertain need.

I slow my pace and let him pass,
and turning up the sound
I bid farewell to Misery,
it's time to turn around!

Muted- G Clair

2010-07-11T12:32:00.013-04:00

In the muted blue glow
of your favorite late show
with the light
from the bathroom
left on~
I can make out your face
and it's hard
to erase
from my memory,
although
you are gone.

In our silence
a sweetness,
a comfort, it's true
needing less
to be said
meant much more~
we lived well
in our day
and had so much
to say
but your smile,
it just cut
to my core

As we sat
side by side on the sofa
'twas your hand
on my ankle
that said~
'I am here,
you are there,
there's no distance',
I swear
you still whisper
sweet nothings
in bed.

So forgive me
for getting
all sappy
but our late show
is on

you are there
in the hazy blue den
I can't hear Letterman

got him muted
so music can blare,

Sunset Love Song- G Clair

2010-07-08T17:14:00.001-04:00

Reminding me of shorter days the orange globe sinks into haze
no longer casting heated rays but shadows on the beach
the warmth and softness of the sand beneath my back and in my hand
it cools as evening takes the land and sleep, within my reach

Words are written in my mind with colors I could only find
in sunsets which were left behind like paintings dried with love
I turn to face the laughing lush who paints the skies without a brush
and every stroke, poetic mush, which lingers high above

fiery red excites the soul and sets the mood in motion
orange and pink elicit sighs like a full moon on the ocean
streaks of purple are always fun and bring on the blue-green hues
a symphony is the setting sun but gimmee the midnight blues

I want to gaze into your glory tell me another story
oh bring on the colors don't let me sleep too long
I want to sing of Your greatness in spite of all my lateness
with all my quirks and troubles, you see in me no wrong

Oh God, you are amazing all creation should be praising
and I'll wait for you forever 'til the sun sets on my song
the days, they pass too quickly but sunset is the best
this moonless night, we hear the waves, which won't disturb our rest

Bottom of the Bay- G Clair

2010-07-07T19:53:00.002-04:00

Staring into hazy eyes
I slowly start to realize
that you are several leagues away,
and now I understand~
Tried to solve the mystery
went looking for some history
I'd dive back down if just to see
and stir the sleeping sand.

We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things seem not as real
but there's a ton of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
weighted well to keep it down
in hopes that time would surely drown
the misery which hangs around
to cloud the dreary day.

I didn't know just what you felt
the searing fire, the burning welt
the scars of life, of loss and such
which numbed your spirit, hurt so much
and wounds so deep, they should have bled
attended to, would heal~ instead
they linger painlessly, you've said
in places way too deep to touch.

I feel the tug upon my fin
and draw a breath of water in
and surface here to find I've been
caught up in love's illusion.
you nearly dried me in the sun
and here I'm thinking 'so much fun'
but like all fish, I've come undone
awakened from delusion.

I'll never truly understand
for I'm a fish and you're a man
I swim in garbage, not my plan
it's only your pollution.
there is no way a fish will drown
I'll let the current take me down
just one more gem in Neptune's crown
I guess that's my solution.

I make my bed there in the deep
and on my watch, I rarely sleep
the nets they drag for memories,
I keep them all from catching~
the one's you've drowned there in a heep
the painful one's I'd rather keep
and as I swim this sea of *bleep*
none will be for snatching.

first surf lesson

2010-07-03T10:04:00.017-04:00

High tide is making it's way to your door
while I on the sand feel the waves pound the shore
it's pulling me out and I'm wanting you more
it's high time and high tide is coming

the morning sun sparkles on waves the right height
you're finally here and I'm filled with delight
i can't help but hope that my suit's not too tight
In this light I'm a sight but not numbing.

we paddle out longing and wait for the ride
and filled with excitment, the stuff I can't hide
we'll take from each other whatever's inside
for the sea on my heartstrings is strumming

by noon I've been battered and ready to flee
I'm guessing you're feeling the need to break free
you take to the big waves, I'm burning for thee
if these breakers were ice you would melt them

Weary I let that old ride take me in
I float with the current, don't bother to swim
and soon I'm washed up on sand, for the win
and like high tide, I've worn out my welcome

Low tide is good 'cause we all need a break
we give till it hurts and quite often we take
and it's all for the best find those treasures and rest
cause it's low tide but high tide is coming

Heart Gallery- G Clair

2010-06-22T14:59:00.024-04:00

Caught a glimmer of joy in his eyes 'twas so cold
as I left on that bus, he was smiling,
though the memory's quite old and the shimmer has dulled
it's a full-color, framed, out of filing.

Sepia pictures more often I hold
old negatives covered in grime
it's a shame, though foretold, we're all growing old
with limited space and less time.

Despite all the charm my countenance exudes,
these tattered old blinds can't conceal
soft light filters truth from my cheap platitudes
and the good from the dark stuff I feel.

and just when I've found that my heart's been around
and left beaten, embittered and cold
here's Walter Mitty, no sex in the city
self pity is making me old.

Over there in the closet, a huge bank deposit
I'm saving for something worthwile
been trusting the Lord, yet can never afford
that 'single and lovin it' smile.

The clock on wall tells me just where I stand
and it's chime brings the heartache of doom
as the seconds tick by I can't help but cry
all alone in my heart's old dark room.

Watching my step, I tread deep within
without the desire to save face
I gaze at a skin, done by guilt of that sin
in the light of God's love and sweet grace.

Though my heart is your home I've n'er let You roam
through the passages marked 'Do Not Enter'
they lead to the room where the waft meets the loom
forming poems wherein I am the center.

The fabric you see in that heap seems to weep
burdened down with my aches and my pains
I've asked that you'd heal all this stuff while I sleep
but I wake and the damage remains

Your spirit reminds me, at home in my heart
you've taken my sin to the grave
your pleasure to clean up, yet I must forgive
and let go of the garbage I save.

Afraid now to look any further for fear
we'll discover the worst yet to come
You tell me to follow, for You hold me dear
since we're no longer two now but one.

Beginning to see how I'd lost all my hope
when I left on that bus in the rain
I forgive him for not being able to cope
without love and the will to sustain.

You Lord, my comfort have been here within
you know how my heart is in shambles
You've rolled back the stone, I'm no longer my own
and you smile though my poetry rambles.

So welcome, my friend, yes it's been quite a while
since we've bathed in the sun and run free
got a mind for preserving your beautiful smile
in my state of the heart gallery!

What It's Not- G Clair

2010-06-15T16:30:00.001-04:00

come on in to what is real, and I will make a nice hot meal and
you can turn the TV on, sit back, and watch the game that's on...
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire, stir the pot, don't get me wrong, it's what it's not

it's not that I you are all that great, but good enough, the hour is late
it's not that you are all that cold, but last I looked, we're getting old
it's not that I am in the need of someone here to bathe and feed
a homeless, worse, an invalid, a chatty friend or someone's kid

so come on in to what is real, and I will make a nice hot meal and
you can turn the TV on, sit back watch the game that's on...
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire, stir the pot, don't get me wrong, it's what it's not

It's not that I invite your gassing, true we've seen our best years passing
Frankly I have much preferred one's tendencies, like those, deferred
and even though I am not the type to get involved with TV hype
it's not that I'd could really care, or even stare were you not there

so come on in to what is real, and I will make a nice hot meal and
you can put the TV on, sit back and watch game that's on...
put your feet up on the chair and grab that blanket over there
I'll light a fire and stir the pot, don't get me wrong, it's what it'snot

It's not that I am tired of being... here alone, and never seeing
anyone of any kind, I might be lonely, but you'll find
that I am good at making due and if you think you have a clue
then any time you want the best of what it's not, please be my guest!

The One- G Clair

2010-06-12T16:36:00.013-04:00

I'm told a man from Nazereth
had taken time to plan His death
from somewhere way before the birth of time
would be a thing worth finishing
for none could wear His wedding ring
until the final pardon for their crime.

And taken from the midst of sin
an undeserving place I'm in
beneath the cross, I stare up at The One
whose blood poured down that gruesome day
in pain the man was heard to say
with his last breath, "That's it, My Work is Done."

They took his body torn and dead
removed the thorns which pierced his head
and crying for this Man they'd come to love
wrapped him gently in the way
as was the custom of the day
without a doubt, they questioned God above.

Now placed inside a darkened tomb
and sealed in stone by soldiers whom
could not be caught asleep lest they would pay
but something happened as He planned
His tomb was somehow left unmanned
as angels rolled the stone aside that day.

So WHO IS THIS who claims to save
in three days risen from the grave
who paid a debt which we could n'er afford~
now written into history
He wrote the world a mystery
and solved it one day, cause that's my Lord.

Fulfilling every prophecy
the Only One my heart can see
is Jesus Christ, be sure you cannot hide
you'll face Him on your dying day
the One True Love who made a way
to cover and protect his precious bride.

Undone-- G Clair

2010-06-07T13:42:00.008-04:00

a million peices of my heart
in all the things I tend to start
but never finish
and every thing that's left undone
is just a sign I'm on the run
lest I deminish
and if I stop to take a breath
and contemplate my hour of death
I'd have to wonder
what would be my last request
to sit with winners who were blessed
or rather one more chance to be a blunder?

just like the worm who never made the hook
I slept too late and never read the book
thought I'd be freed from trouble in this life
but still I bleed from heartache and from strife

I dabble in the partial arts,
in tasting wines and shopping carts
with shaky wheels
and all the prizes never won
for half baked pies, and smiling eyes
and flaky deals
time will tell if this get's done
though time is never on the run
nor one for waiting
no matter what you do or choose
or what you keep or what you lose
that sunset's fading

just like the worm who never made the hook
i slept too late and never read the book
thought I'd be freed from trouble in this life
but still I bleed from heartache and from strife

Lights My Ways-- G Clair

2010-06-06T23:12:00.011-04:00

Was thinking 'bout my life and how it's gonna be
I left it up to God, He put it back on me
went lookin' for direction but I'm just the average Jane
don't like all these decisions, the unknown mystifies my brain.

I pondered over all the things I've done before
thought I could walk on water, knocked on every door
and nothing much was scary then and nothing much was out of place
Well I walked by faith. and left the rest to grace.

When I said that I would follow, wasn't hard to do~
I stayed away from magic, idols, and taboo
and doing the right thing, the only thing that mattered
You planted the Word, and by the wind those seeds were scattered.

Turned my back on old religion, not the way for me
well you can have your catachism and your rosary
never being sure your gonna make it to the promised land,
God showed how much He loved us when he took the nails in his hand.

You raised me out of darkness way before I'm dead
left the puzzle all undone, and lit the way instead
I'm thinking again, but far much higher this time
It's not my will but yours that I am hoping to find.

I've got some time to spend and time is on my hands
I wanna do your will and follow your commands
I know it's not by might, and not by useless power
But by your spirit I will serve to my last hour.

And as I'm on my way, just doing what I do
I'm gonna try my best and kiss it all to you
Well I make mistakes and I've seen some wicked days
but out of every darkness, your faithful love, it lights my ways.

With You -- G Clair

2010-06-05T11:50:00.003-04:00

you are LOVE -- G Clair

2010-06-05T11:45:00.001-04:00

You are here in the light
in the darkest of the night
and you surround me
You surround me
I was lost, but was found
wandered off again
but You came out and found me
You surround me

speak softly
tell me not to be afraid or to consider
any other way, that which is bitter
keep me from religious law and letter
in You things work together for the better
for You are Love, simply Love

not alone, never was
but I struggle to be what they have expected
and rejected~
once again, not enough
while these words come off the cuff
there's something waiting
but hesitating

speak softly
tell me not to be afraid or to consider
any other way, that which is bitter
keep me from religious law and letter
in You things work together for the better
for You are Love, simply Love

came away from that place
filled with pride I needed grace
and how I shivered
yet you delivered
took these rags, then this cart
wrapped your arms around my heart
and in your clothing
no more self-loathing

speak softly
tell me not to be afraid or to consider
any other way, that which is bitter
keep me from religious law and letter
in You things work together for the better
for You are Love, simply Love.

Sewer Break Blues- G Clair

2010-06-05T11:37:00.002-04:00

To the Tune of Bob Dylan's "Rollin and Tumblin".

Well we smelled something bad and went lookin for the cause
I said we smelled something bad and went lookin for the cause
well we opened up the basement, and our minds gave way to pause~

there was a stench so strong that it gave my nose a pain
I said a stench so strong that it gave my nose a pain
well the floor was flooded and the ceiling pouring rain~

well the sewer line broke and it and it's arainin' down like crap
said the sewer line broke and it's arainin' down like crap
and never before have I seen this stuff on tap~

Mr. Rooter. God bless you, gonna pump out all our brown
Mr. Rooter, God bless you, gonna pump out all our brown
but we can't use the can, and these sewer blues are gettin' us down.

and if we don't pay the plumber, well our bladder's gonna burst
Said if we don't pay the plumber, yeah our bladder's gonna burst
well I'd go outside, but I'm sittin here dyin' of thirst.

A billable job, said Phil, it's gonna be okay
Well it's a billable job, said Phil, it's gonna be okay
just give me a workin' man's bowl for the business of the day.

Well these sewer break fumes, enough make me wanna spew
I said these sewer break fumes, enough to make me wanna spew
and if you don't mind the outhouse, baby you can work here too.

Sound of Flushing toilet

Walkin' Along -- G Clair

2010-06-05T09:37:00.018-04:00

Walkin' along
I hear his voice and get a skip in my step
I have to watch it cause I'm getting a rep
for acting crazy when I'm walkin' along

I hear his song
and nothin' else is makin' me tingle
could be the way he puts the gin in his jingle,
so amazing, all this talent of his
ain't no wonder, 'bout the best that there is

well he's old
though it's said
being old is better off than dead
but we know
where he'll go
who saved his soul and for his sins He bled

and when i'm blue
his voice can reach me in the worst places
he bears the burden, then he ties up my laces
and he lifts me like the sun in his song
staying with me while I'm walkin' along

it seems to be true
when it's pouring down he'll break out the moonshine
and while you're soaking up the melody's sunshine
he'll take the rhythm, leave the singin' to you
and walk you through it though you haven't a clue

well he's ripe
as a goat
with all the hype he's got the right to gloat
though he knows every note
prefers just talkin' through whatever he wrote

awalkin' along
I hear his voice and get a skip in my step
I have to watch it cause I'm getting a rep
for acting crazy when I'm walkin' along
I hear his song

and nothin' else is makin' me tingle
could be the way he puts the gin in his jingle,
so amazing, all this talent of his
ain't no wonder, 'bout the best that there is

Field and Stream -- G Clair

2010-06-05T09:25:00.001-04:00

the
boonies
where you are
in the outback, and
the middle of nowhere, but
y'all like callin' it "God's Country"
cuz it's a place which is tended by God
where businessmen have yet to overrun and ravage
to fell forests,and clear the land for pretty developments
and it's a place where you are dangerously closer
to the wild elements and are self-reliant
comfortably near to the natural
free of the 'pressures' who
could encroach upon
your space and
freedoms
wow

Field and Forest -- G Clair

2010-06-05T09:23:00.001-04:00

the last they spoke he said it all
he said his back was to the wall
and far from being her best friend
a man who'd rather see it end
she just can't argue with his truth
it's not her way, for in her youth
she dreamed of places, not pretend
big open spaces, where they'd spend,
in long embraces, hours on end
through fields he chases lifelong friend
but that's not how her story goes,
she won't reaping what he sows.

Born at night, but not last night
I see the problem with her plight
she wants to make the pieces fit
complete the scene her mind has writ
but forcing love to take it's place
to glue the pieces down, a waste
just take a picture, make it last
'cause that one will be fading fast
Let him go and shut the door
Sow true love and reap far more.

the last we spoke I said it all
my tendency to blame the fall
and all the angst scorned love could spare
on fires of Hell, which can't compare
how well I argue with the truth
it's been that way since troubled youth
I dreamed of forests, not pretend
of wooded hollows with my friend
where trees grew tall but wind could bend
where fires could rage but love would send
the rain which hastens souls to mend
that's not my story, so, The End.

Sweet Mysteries -- G Clair

2010-05-25T20:58:00.009-04:00

At the end of the day it could go either way much like at the end of this song~
Well I write for a while, then I sink to a smile when I think how you draw me along.

Well we came with a story, a beautiful song, unheard verses locked deep in our soul~
and the way to discover what's locked in this lover, find the key that will fit
the keyhole.

And sometimes we're inspired, other times we're just tired, and it's sad when we don't realize~
it's because of ourselves talent sits on the shelves in the darkness for the rest of our lives.

It was trouble and strife, anger cut like a knife and it tore at the door of my mind (and my pride)~
it was then your sweet voice, through the keyhole, rejoiced and released the deadbolt from inside.

So now I can tell you what's on my mind, I am corny and wierd, and unkind, sometimes...
still I say what I feel 'cause I know what is real, and it sure beats what I left behind.

Thought the answer was finding the right key~the thing that would then make you whole~
but the Master unlocking life's sweet mysteries is the LOVE sown in each other's soul.

Final Passage-- G Clair

2010-05-16T08:45:00.079-04:00

Five Minute Oats- G Clair

2010-05-14T22:37:00.005-04:00

FIVE MINUTE OATS -- G Clair

Pacing the floor in the middle of this
watching the kettle 'til steam starts to hiss
A strange fascination we have with the bliss
with nothing behind us but one heated kiss.

Underneath an umbrella I stand in the rain
and wait on the platform for the 6 o'clock train
well you never quite hold me and I rarely complain
and soaked with frustration I walk home again.

We bid for each other in some Chinese auction
and you got the booby, one mixed up concoction
we checked out our prizes at a much closer range
What were we thinking and can we exchange?

And without any memories to dry up the tears
we long for the fire and comfort of years
but it's just one more lesson, a good one we learned.
the slow-cooker is better and we're less often burned.

And then as I ponder you come in the door
I smile at your tired eyes and looking for more
I stir up the pot as you take off your Totes
and you ask me to make you some 5-Minute Oats.

"I made em already", to warm up your cockles
the seat of your heart and without the debacles
I sensed that the cold rain would stir the desire
so I whipped up a batch and rekindled the fire.

And inspite of my rambling it seems rather clear
that 5-Minute oats can mean something more dear
it's that person who waits in your kitchen above
stirring 5 Minute oats into passionate love.

Ol' Pearl G-Clair

2010-05-14T19:16:00.000-04:00

She reaches out for love but it eludes her
He spits her out but not before he chews her
she blames herself for his mistake,
for giving him a belly ache
no wonder why she's feeling like a loser.

and then one day she noticed she was slipping
the mirror never lies, she wasn't tripping
within her empty eyes she saw
the wear and tear had worn her raw
and tears behind the veil of shame were dripping.

Standing in the dim light of the morning
In want of something more of an adorning
she lifted up her golden hair,
and smiled though no one else was there
and realized she'd never heard the warning.

No one ever spoke of inner beauty
though the boys around her said she was a cutie
Daddy always wore the pants
but never asked his girl to dance
she learned her moves from guys who loved her bootie.

Light music broke though silence of dead winter
Warm rays of sunshine thawed the ice within her
the local farmer loved his Lord
would never take, but could afford
and in his eyes, a pearl, and not a sinner.

She stands with him before the mirror now
her heart refreshed, she's seeing more somehow
the rounded apple of his eye
and no one else should wonder why
he bought the milk... because he loved the cow!

Porch Swing Rhythm G-Clair

2010-05-14T19:15:00.001-04:00

Minding our own
makin' it rhyme
it's all coming out
theres dust in the drought
but the rain comes in time~

nothing held back
I've got nothing to say
let it roll off my shoulders
puts less your mind
and it's better that way~

And isn't it nice
you like hot tea 'on ice'
thank you, yes
I can follow directions,
so please,don't think twice~

And isn't it great
we can stay out real late
watching millions
of sparkling stars,
while your're lickin' that plate~

I said nothing at all
it's that horse in the stall
my foot fell asleep
but I'm not gonna weep
I can drag it or crawl~

Now the wind's in the trees
and your hand's on my knees
and the warmth of
your breath on my neck
puts my tired mind at ease~

Distracted, it's true
idle chatter won't do
Better nothing to say
put the music on play
and be quiet with you.

not beyond sublime G-Clair

2010-05-13T10:26:00.028-04:00

I wish I had a dollar for every single time
I failed to give a holler and stood silent like a mime
the bloke's a tale smaller and this sentance fits the crime
since he claims it's not a lemon 'cause I bought another lime

They claim it's not a lemon, since she bought the limey's line

So I wrote myself a letter and I mailed to the prime
hey minister, his sin is to be spinning tales of grime
I'm writing from New Jersey, can I send y'all a rhyme?
It costs about a dollar but I'll settle for a dime.

It costs a dollar but she'll settle for a dime.

The minister was out to lunch as tower bells do chime
I quelled my English manners and proceeded then to climb
the wall which separates us, the buyers from the slime
the liars from the working class, the parsley from the thyme.

She's off the hook, just like the crook, though not beyond sublime.

Screaming " Wish I had a dollar for every single time
I failed to give a holler and stood silent like a mime
the bloke's a tale smaller and this sentance fits the crime
since they claim it's not a lemon 'cause I bought another lime"!

She claims she's not lemon, but she's looking like a lime!

deli girl- G Clair

2010-05-06T09:41:00.011-04:00

she tends to rouse the men up like a fencer with a sword
cause handling meat and cheeses is her calling, from the Lord

a quarter pound of turkey and a half a pound of cheese
asking which and how he liked it, he says "Any way you please"

a halfa pound of swiss gets more, if you don't care what the price is
less the holes, you'd get the same, with holes you get more slices

so if you want to spend it down, and don't care 'bout the holes
and flavor's what you're looking for, try rye with seeds, not rolls

I came in for some loose meat, (and by now he's getting flustered)
then BUY the meat, and get the ROLLS, but don't forget the mustard

The crowd grew still, all eyes were on his face, now glowing red
he came in for some loose meat, not the fixings OR the bread

A quarter pound of turkey and a half a pound of cheese
I'll take the Swiss, cut thinly Miss, in silence if you please!

Was one fine pearl, this deli girl who cut his cheese that day
for each thin slice, her sacrifice, to shut her mouth and pray

And once the meat was cut and bound in plastic with a price
she took the time to slam it down and yelled, "next up, be nice!"

She handles meats and cheeses like a fencer with a sword
but lives to serve her customer, a calling from the Lord

Vetta D'Voist- G Clair

2010-05-05T22:07:00.009-04:00

not a lot to think about
i seem so light and easy
but suddenly the clouds roll in
and feeling kind of queasy

i run and close the windows of my soul
but just can't win
the winds are blowing up now
and the thunder's rolling in

and suddenly it's raining down
you'll have to wait it through
you should have seen the signs before
just like you always do

it beats upon this old tin roof
we're stuck inside together
you've slept right though this scene before
and understand my weather

pretty soon the rains let up
and skies begin to clear
the sunset's red and orange haze
means better days are near

we all have nasty weather
inner conflicts you can't see
and when those storms come, brotha
you can vetta d'voist of me.

the joy of sox G-Clair

2010-05-02T12:39:00.003-04:00

Not to be the only one who feels
that it's important
to keep your shirt on
to keep your patience
of this I'm certain
with understanding
in quiet waters
are sunken
treasures
found.

Catching wind of something that you said
I'm quite relieved that
you are the type who
can see the end from
a rough beginning
and in forgiving
you make it clear
that there's no
fear in
love.

Letting go of all that is behind
we can be freed from
old silly notions
wasted emotions
vain devotions
useless worry
of a future
and of all
temporal
things.

Reaching out for something that is good
and latching onto
discarded socks you
are thinking 'clearly
they don't deserve you
but still you serve.so
it will continue
and you will
never be
alone.

The Breathing Room- G Clair

2010-05-02T10:16:00.006-04:00

breathe, breath·ing. –verb (used without object) 1. to take air, oxygen, etc., into the lungs and expel it; inhale and exhale; respire. 2. to pause, as for breath; take rest: How about giving me a chance to breathe? 4. to move gently or blow lightly, as air. 5. to live; exist: Hardly a man breathes who has not known great sorrow.

She turned her mind toward thoughts of God and pondered on this thing called 'Love'
and how it felt was rather odd to have the thing you're dreaming of.
and not to say that much had changed from all of what she'd felt before
but just her movement towards the thing that gently rapped upon her door

and opening, the air was clean and drifted into darkened mess
and brought with it the scent of spring and promise that would lead to rest
the angry pride from early age and pain she'd buried in the deep
once heated into molten rage had turned to steel in her sleep

and stirring up the settled dust the softest breeze swirled room to room,
the filtered light fell on the crust, the window sill, the broken loom
the cool fresh air, she breathed it in, which fanned the flames of hope again
but woke the sleeping child withi, that bitter pill, the urge to sin

where were you when love was lost and dreams were killed and hope was tossed
and where were you when I was nine and lost my way and one last time
I need to know where Love was when the waves rushed in, and buildings fell
when kids were shot and parents grieved and everything had gone to hell.

She could have slammed the door right then, He would have left, that's just His way,
she had to have it out with Him, and screamed and cried, but let Him stay.
I just don't get your kind of sense which lets a man do what he will
to take away the innocence, to mock your name, and steal and kill.

And then the air stirred in her face, and quiet came to sandy shoal
he spoke of Love's abiding grace and water flowed into her soul
For what is better for your strife, and what is Love to pull the reign
to force a man to choose the life or nudge a man to use his brain?

And what is love to steal the bride and drag her right outside the gait?
I set you free, you run inside I chose you then, you chose to wait.
I hear you well, I understand, the breath you breathe, this rotting tomb
I died for you and every man, to give to you back your breathing room.

in the depths- G Clair

2010-04-26T09:37:00.027-04:00

How can I find rest when I am weary
struggling through this test, these days are dreary
losing hope when things go wrong
and life just drags my heart along
I'm down here in the depths but where are You?
Lead me in a way that I can follow
show me how Your love is more than hollow
words which can erase the pain
when trouble comes, something to gain
could you be here in the depths and see me through

Taking one more step in Your direction
learning that my thoughts need firm correction
grasping grace, I realize,
I'm running towards the greater prize
and want to hear your voice within my soul
Taking on a brand new inspriration
confessing all my ways in desperation
throwing off this bitter pill
my ways are not Your ways, Your will

We all need hope but sometimes lose our footing
and soon forget the proof is in the pudding
I tend to get my knickers in
the slightest pinch when I don't win
the thing which I had prayed for from on high
Forgiveness is the key for Neptune's daughter
loosed the chains which held her underwater
and surging towards the light of day
the swimmers pulled her out and pray
trouble taught her patience in the night

Sunset Love Song - G Clair

2010-04-24T12:57:00.014-04:00

Lost and Found- G Clair

2010-04-22T13:18:00.037-04:00

"Hey G-Clear, I'm over here
behind a door with bread and beer"
he'd always hoped I'd step back through
to scare the he-bees from his brew
and freak the shrew, and shew the few
who'd like to think that we were through
he'd say they're lame, but just the same
would welcome those who played the game
"so step right up, and take your cup,
and drink it up, I'm glad you came!"

And there you are and here's the door,
and you can can leave, or play some more
behind Door One, a lot of fun,
but once it's over, said and done
And then Door Two... nah, not for you
you're asking what the others do?
"to each his own, a common thread
they all lead home, what's mostly said!"

"I knows whichever ones they picks
Threes or fours, fives or six
will take them down to number seven"
he spins around, then speak of Heaven~
"She stalls before the door of fame
the golden knob which calls her name
and breathing prayers for all the lost
who'll pass before they'll count the cost
But you, my dear, if you're like me, and into numerology,
and all the ways which men have thought,
would lead them toward the Truth, or not,
then kindly step this way with me,
for I live here, at Number Three.

"That open door without a number
broken down for snits who slumber
sleeping souls who've yet to rise
still wanting for some better prize
could choose That Door in hopes of finding
love and freedom from their binding
life is bloody rich with fools
who come HERE thinking drinking rules
The beauty of this starlit room
and cushioned seats for all who swoon
smitten in the midst of pain
come, have another, count it gain!"

I do declare! I have no stake
in Satan's games, he's quite the fake
and I say NO, I will not buy
your candy-coated popcorn lie
the stunning smile and handsome face
but underneath so void of grace
I cannot stand your pearly grin
and gazing eyes which pull me in
which mock the truth, it's no surprise,
I've lost my youth, but getting wise
I know your game, I know the hitch
you're all about the bait and switch
the leading lines, the smoothest angles
talk is cheap, like tarnished bangles

Theses doors are wide but getting out?
My testimony's lost it's clout
I've got my God, He is the Lord,
who stood behind another door
which rolled aside that bright third day
and washed my sin and guilt away
and though you think I'm still the same
there's been a change in my old name
I heard a knock there on the door
within my heart, He asked for more
and so you see, behind door three,
No longer room for you, so flee!

This is for you!

2010-04-18T00:29:00.000-04:00

Excuuuuuuuuuse Eeeeeew!

2010-04-17T13:29:00.004-04:00

Around lunchtime yesterday, I was approached by a staff member in the kitchen of the the Adult Medical Day Care where I work as a nurse. She asked me to please speak with Paulina, a stout Sicilian women who was adamantly refusing to eat, though two sandwiches had already been brought out her.

Approaching the table I could see Paulina's look of distain, her lips closed tightly, head shaking and eyes rolling as she looked away.

"What's the problem, Paulina?"
" I can't eat this."
"Why not?"
" I can't eat with that woman making noises. I've lost my appetite."

Indeed, the woman sitting to her right, still clutching her half eaten peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, has a vast assortment of strangities, including the terrble habit of making uncomfortable sound effects. Among her repertoire was the 'prolonged sneeze', Achoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo0000000000000000000000000000000!!!!!

Understanding Angelina's disgust, I quickly found Kitty another seat with a group of more accepting clients, each taking the time to greet and shake her hand.

Life is good. Use plenty of hand sanitizer.

though blurry tear-filled eyes

2010-04-17T11:34:00.002-04:00

Crooked Finger's Rant (of the Miserable Housewife) G Clair

2010-04-12T14:52:00.015-04:00

Golden words penned long ago when I was young and zesty
occupied with lofty things perhaps a lot less testy

That which clouds my vision, tragic losses which destroyed
sweet perceptions, dark deceptions left me under-joyed;

of boyfriends unattainable, rejection would then smite
the hope of finding love, which left me just a bit uptight

In the stretch to earn a living well my boss is kind of rough
In trying to say something nice, I'm on ice 'cause she's hard-headed, driving, and tough

The high cost of living and then there's the tax, puts a strain on my old bank account

but that back-biting back-riding queen battle axe, can jump from the ground to the mount

And every day's the same old thing like a hamster on the wheel
the same old thing is getting old and I’m feeling cold as steel.

Still we ignore the passing of time and balance hard work with clean fun,
and believing that this is as good as it gets, we settle for less than the one

seeking distraction from everything dull and attracted to that which you are,
I read self help books whiles you eats what I cooks and we're lost in the Harper's Bazaare

My cellulite was ill replete and disappointments grew,
and long before the smog moved in it choked the thrill from you

and out of this stress comes the need to digress, so we sleep and we play and we drink,
and we drain our desires and screw up our wires and leave our sex life on the brink

Simple amusements, the clutter of things, common to man and his beast,
from the pretense of knowledge and so many things to the Thanksgiving holiday feast

And now we're blown out, you lie and I shout, there's a palpable distance that's haunted
I long for the day when you'd hold me and say I was always the one that you wanted

But now mediocre, you opt to play poker and run with a sweat-pool of stink,
and hoping to find something good on the street in the morning you feel like a fink

Left to your own devices, sleeping soundly, your heart's one desire
for passion it waits, while the office debates and will do so until you expire

Displacing my anger, I'm less satisfied and will never see straight, as you'll see
my own crooked finger was put through the wringer and now it points straight back at me.

draw me close

2010-04-11T14:25:00.000-04:00

about my business

2010-04-10T13:55:00.000-04:00

The 50 Burton Blues-- G Clair

2010-04-08T14:25:00.071-04:00

( To the tune of Mexicali blues- Just sayin')

just sayin', just playin' just singin' anything I
just singing I choose
just playin' just prayin', just singin' anything that
that brings me back to 50 Burton Blues

turning right on Burton Drive, well I thought I saw you there
standing in the middle of my youth
and approaching number fifty, shining brighter than the glare
that vision can't be further from the truth
Cause it's been several years now and I'm starting to get tired,
of seeing shades of you at every turn
well you'd think that I'd be grateful, but i guess that's how I'm wired
wanting for a better life, but never letting go of strife
sunlit Saturdays are surely fading fast
you look better now, than when I saw you last,
I cherish every memory, and the ones which make me cry
will stay inside my head until
I'm good and dead but still

just sayin', just playin' just singin' anything I
just singing I choose
just playin' just prayin', just singin' anything that
that brings me back to 50 Burton Blues

Dad's a decent man, worked hard to buy this place
taught us by example to be free
and not to let life's troubles get you down and in disgrace
relax, enjoy the ride and let it be
So I took off for the higher road and made myself a life
and never thought I'd ever come back home
but as it were, the way it went I'm back on Burton Drive
and now you're hanging over me, and how you sober me
I've had better days, but mom and dad believe
God has greater plans and He will never leave
honor your commitments and do well by those you know
and when your hearts not sunny honey, you can come on home
yeah

just sayin', just playin', just singin' anything I
just singin' I choose
just sayin' just prayin', just singin' anything that
that brings me back to 50 Burton Blues

life is better now and baby here's the key
i'm not going anywhere the rent's not free
the folks they fear I'm leaving here, that someday I will flee
to a double-wide where I can hide- my Burton Blues inside
and here you are again, my friend, you showed up in a dream
snake-skinned boots propped up against the rail
I brought us some refreshments, you slid over on the swing
and the day turned dark around us, and a million stars had found us, now we're
painting pictures of the way it's s'pose to be
Someone told you once that this one looks like me
this house is in the background, not for sale, but if you choose
you can park your carc at Fifty Burton Blues, yeah

just sayin', just playin',just singin' anything I,
just singing I choose
just playin' just sayin', just singin' anything that
that brings me back to 50 Burton Blues

we did

2010-04-05T21:47:00.003-04:00

ig stuff- Ig Nobel Prizes of 2009

2010-04-04T22:03:00.003-04:00

Bra Becomes Gas Masks And More

Dr. Elena Bodnar, winner of the Ig Nobel Public Health Prize, displays a bra she designed that converts into a pair of gas masks. (Steven Senne / AP Photo)

(Article by Frank James)
They are not to be confused with the Nobel Prizes, the world's most prestigious awards for intellectual achievement, which will be awarded next week in Stockholm.

As the name implies, the Ig Nobel prizes are dubious achievement awards and a spoof of the more famous prizes. They were handed out at Harvard University and actual Nobel laureates, like economist Paul Krugman, were on hand to take part in the now annual send-up sponsored by the Annals of Improbable Research, a science humor magazine. (No, that's not an oxymoron.)

Elena Bodnar, Raphael Lee and Sandra Marijan won in the public health category for "inventing a brassiere than can be converted into a pair of gas
masks."

Here are the rest of the winners, as provided by the Associated Press:

VETERINARY MEDICINE: Catherine Douglas and Peter Rowlinson for showing that cows with names give more milk than unnamed cows.

PEACE: Stephan Bolliger, Steffen Ross, Lars Oesterhelweg, Michael Thali and Beat Kneubuehl for investigating whether it is better to be struck over the head with a full beer bottle or with an empty beer bottle.

ECONOMICS: Executives of four Icelandic banks for showing how tiny banks can become huge banks, and then become tiny banks again.

CHEMISTRY: Javier Morales, Miguel Apatiga and Victor Castano for creating diamonds out of tequila.

MEDICINE: Donald Unger for cracking just the knuckles on his left hand for 60 years to see if knuckle cracking contributes to arthritis.

PHYSICS: Katherine Whitcome, Liza Shapiro and Daniel Lieberman for figuring out why pregnant women don't tip over.

LITERATURE: The Irish national police for issuing 50 tickets to one Prawo Jazdy, which in Polish means "driver's license."

MATHEMATICS: Gideon Gono and the Zimbabwean Reserve Bank for printing bank notes in denominations from 1 cent, to $100 trillion.

BIOLOGY: Fumiaki Taguchi, Song Guofu and Zhang Guanglei for demonstrating that bacteria in panda poop can help reduce kitchen waste by 90 percent

ig stuff

2010-04-04T21:37:00.001-04:00

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Never Die - G Clair

2010-04-04T19:55:00.035-04:00

There is nothing left to say but what's between this life and... hey,
with our last breath the things we pray to stop the clock forever
best to take the narrow road no beaten path or secret code
it's all spelled out to save your soul still some say 'oh no, never'

(chorus)
He's the Way, the Truth,the Life,
oh, no never
turn away from sin,from strife
oh no never
never live to find
there's a better place
never die to self
never come to grace
never fear the end
this is not pretend
you say never, oh
I'll never ever die!

mmm-mmm, oh no never
mmm-mmm, oh no never

Can't do anything but sigh for all's been said, the time is nigh
for one more breath, the things you'll try to stop your death forever
best to take the narrow road no beaten path or secret code
it's all spelled out to save your soul but you say 'oh no, never'
Never die

He's the Way, the Truth,the Life,
oh, no never
turn away from sin,from strife
oh no never
never live to find
there's a better place
never die to self
never come to grace
never fear the end
this is not pretend
you say never, oh
I'll never ever die!

mmm-mmm...oh no never
mmm-mmm...oh no never

Let Him lift the load
you can live
forever
the higher road
you say-oh no never!
let your anger out
give the Lord a shout
don't leave home without
pass away without
never have a doubt
it's my way, you shout,
never, oh I'm never
gonna die!

mmm-mmm...oh no never
mmm-mmm...oh never
ever die

That Old Tube Religion?

2010-04-04T19:32:00.003-04:00

unbelievable?

2010-04-04T18:49:00.006-04:00

It started with a couplet,
quiet easy to direct
but blossomed into something else
beyond my intellect

I am only one, I ask,
and what can one girl can do
You fed thousands fish and loaves
but only had a few, right?

You healed the sick and dying
saying "greater shall you do"
But I'm only human, Jesus
how can that be true?

And then you say you are 'I AM'
I AM alive in you
And I say "Okay, Good enough~
the Truth will have to do"

So how about we just keep in touch
if you're that close, sweet Lord
It won't take long to reach you
and that's a call I can afford

Very clever, little G
you're starting out just fine
and when the need is there
just speak the water into wine

What?

Heal sick and broken hearted
lead a soul out of the flame
It's not your job to worry how
just do it in My Name

Do not worry how you look
or what you're gonna say
just be yourself and let me be
the Light that shines the way

Jesus was a real man
the books will verify
at thirty-three they nailed him
to a chunk of wood to die

And to be sure that he was dead
hanging naked on a cross
they speared him though and left him there
my Jewish carpenter boss

And not a word was written
that He would not fulfill
the scene was painted well before
the making of the hill

All men could be redeemed that is
bought back with His own blood
we cannot pay the price for sin
he freed us by His Love

Written long before his birth
their KING would rise day 3
and so it was, and so it is
that I AM lives in me

And to many this may seem absurd
but this is not a game
I am aware of the price He paid
and the power of His Name

I have no stake in religion
there is nothing there for me
I will follow Christ alone
His Love has set me free

And though I am just one girl
and crazy into rhyming
In prayer I find my comfort
and I trust him with the timing

An Unlikely Story- G Clair

2010-04-04T00:23:00.022-04:00

Like sugar from a shaker, snow falls on Saul, the baker
delivering steamy biscuits from the shop he calls his home
to a drafty run down mansion, where the princess on her pension
can be testy with her tension, hence she's living on her own.

Today he took her order, "One fresh bagel, for a quarter,'cause I haven't seen
the likes of one since I left my childhood home".
Well he'd never baked a bagel, but he's not one to finagle
and wanting just to please her, finds a recipe from Rome.

And he's thinking to himself, "I must be way out of mind~
no woman's gonna want a baker's life"
but he carries deep inside his heart, the will to be a friend
hoping someday she will come around and one day be his wife.

So to win her deep affection, he packs up his best confection
takes his chances on the back roads, now iced over in the storm.
She's there waiting in the foyer with her thrifty 5 cent lawyer
complaining 'bout the day old bread and... this bagel isn't warm!"

So..... he heats it on the fire, 'cause her heart is his desire
but she won't accept the bagel for it's not quite the right form...

And he's thinking to himself, "I must be way out of mind
no woman gonna want a baker's life"
but he carries deep inside his heart, the will to be a friend
hoping someday she will come around and one day be his wife.

So he runs back to his bagel board and pounds the dough and rolls a cord
and shapes the perfect circle to a bagel lovers dream,
He boils and then he bakes it and to her mansion then he takes it
piping hot but now she wants it with churned butter, from fresh cream!

Well he's starting to get antsy but he knows the farmer, Clancy
whose butter is fresh-churned known by counties far and wide.
He heads out to the pasture and he buys what he is after
and returns to find, 'tis so unkind, the princess, she had died.

The baker in his stricken state swallows the bagel off the plate
then he calls the cops pulls out the stops and serves the day old bread.
He gives the details more than once of how he ate the evidence
by now he'd thought he'd be let go but they arrested him instead.

"Tis a likely story", was the only thing he heard
although they bought his baked goods they would not buy his word.
"The Baker is a Butcher" Is what the tabloid said,
"better to take your bagel cold than take it in the head."

But all was not as it appears, she owed the butcher in arrears
and when they went to check her craw they found a hunk of mutton.
It ended all without a trial the butcher he did reconcile
posted-"pay the butcher now and do not to be a glutton."

And he was thinking to himself, " I must be way out of mind",
no woman's gonna want a baker's life,
but he carried deep inside his heart the will to be a friend
and it turned rather nicely as she willed him in the end.

What Does the Lord Require of Us?

2010-04-02T22:14:00.004-04:00

WHAT GOD REQUIRES OF US...
1. To do justly
a. To act toward God according to His divine law - e.g., Mt
7:21
b. To act toward man according to His divine law - e.g., Ep
4:25-29
2. To love mercy
a. To show a compassionate warm-heartedness toward man
b. Toward widows and the fatherless - Jm 1:27
c. Even toward our enemies - Lk 6:35-36
3. To walk humbly with our God
a. The only way to enjoy His fellowship and continual cleansing
by the blood of Jesus - cf. Jm 4:8; 1Jn 1:7-9
b. Such close communion and fellowship with God requires
daily...
1) Listening to God - studying His Word to learn His will
- Jm 1:21; 1Pe 2:2
2) Talking to God - praying for strength and forgiveness,
praising Him for blessings received - He 4:14-16; Php 4:
6-7
3) Walking with God - by doing His will in humble submission
- Ep 5:2,8,15
-- By walking humbly with God, we are more likely to keep in
proper balance the demands to do justly and love mercy

and so it is NOT James Blunt

2010-03-31T10:06:00.002-04:00

i thought it was.