Crazy Tradesmen Rhymes No4
I once knew a fellow in the music trade
He was known for the very little
Banjo he played;
His playing was erratic
And between you and me
The reason was the instrument
Kept rolling off his knee.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Crazy Tradesmen Rhymes No5
I once knew a drummer in the music trade
Famous for the strange
Set of drums that he played;
They were made out of rubber
And between you and me
His rolls were tremendous
And as easy as could be.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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There once was a fellow from France
Who did a ridiculous dance;
It's not what you're thinking
He hadn't been drinking
His shoes were infested with ants.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There once was a fellow from Tooting
Suspected of robbing and looting,
He was found with a gun
And was thought, 'on the run'
His excuse: 'I've been clay-pigeon shooting! '
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Me
I don't 'belong' to anyone,
As far as I can see
I am an individual
And no one's property;
I won't be owned by anyone,
Nor will I bend the knee,
A servant not, no matter what,
Nor ever will I be;
I'm not in thrall to anyone,
My master, I will be,
A unique human being,
I'm John, and simply me.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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There was a musician from Delhi
His favourite composer? - Corelli;
It wasn't Sitar
But in every bar
There was music to tickle your belly.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Oh, Susannah
Well I come from alabama with my banjo on my knee
And Im bound for louisiana, my own true love for to see
It did rain all night the day I left
The weather was bone dry
The sun was so hot I froze myself
Suzanne, dont you go on and cry
I said, oh, suzannah
Now, dont you cry for me
As I come from alabama with this banjo on my knee
Well I had myself a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed that I saw my girl suzanne
She was coming around the hill
Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
I said, that I come from dixie land
Suzanne, dont you break down and cry
I said, oh, suzannah
Now, dont you cry for me
cause I come from alabama with my banjo on my knee
song performed by by James Taylor
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The Music Comes And Goes
by: Tripp
the soothing sounds of a piano to a guitar the sounds they make
the feeling It brings when the piano sings playing the strings of a guitar
the times come and goes as the music grows
in the heart of those who play
thinking of that one thing that brings epiphany to that instrument you play
as you hold and take care playing with hopes and dreams the music slips through
and sings
i can't get enough of what it does to me
when i hear that sound that voice
the music she brings to my heart when I'm with her
her voice is the epiphany to my heart
holding on to her the music keeps playing
my heart keeps beating as the music plays
i keep dreaming dreaming holding on hoping this song will never end
dreaming to fall in love with this instrument forever
she is my instrument
poem by Preston Trip
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I told my father I wanted to play the banjo, and so he saved the money and got ready to give me a banjo for my next birthday, and between that time and my birthday, I lost interest in the banjo and was playing guitar.
quote by Jackson Browne
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Thanks To The Rolling Sea
(words & music by batchelor - roberts)
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Fish on the table and fish on the fire, fried fish hanging on the tree
Everything here that your heart desires, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling sea
Living is good and living is fine, were happy as can be
We owe all this to the salty brine, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling sea
We work all day but our hearts are gay, and while we work we sing
The mighty sea is good to us and weve got everything
Abalone steaks and tuna fish cakes, taste so heavenly
We know who we owe it to, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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No E
E...lec...tricity
Why not Lectric let it be?
Where I come from, that's what we
Call it anyway you see.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Things We Don't Have Sept 15th,2012
THINGS WE DON'T HAVE SEPT 15TH,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
If we have a useless politician that we would rather, go away,
We don't have recall even if they do nothing but stay,
We can't elect our High Court or prime minister by name,
And nothing can be changed and we can't or don't dare complain.
And death with dignity is banned and never-never allowed,
By our secret-list appointed high-up Supreme Court crowd,
Sue Rodriguez got the word, with fatal Lou Gehrig's disease,
She was, point blank, refused death with dignity if you please.
We don't have set-date elections so we really don't know,
What and when is in our future, so we learn to kowtow,
We can't put an oil pipe across the Rockies for some reason,
Am I missing something here or is it not the right season?
SEPT 15TH,2012
poem by James Bredin
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There once was a man from Dundee
Who got stuck up a Sycamore tree;
His friends rallied round
But could not get him down
So he floated right off on a key.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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DWD soon Sept 29th,2012
DWD soon Sept 29th,2012
By
James Bredin
Dying with dignity is about living life on our own terms,
Until when and if we get euthanasia and this is confirmed,
We should not need to go to court for permission to die,
To have some High Court judge refuse while looking us in the eye.
Persons with painful or cancerous diseases should have permission,
For euthanasia after consultation with their physician,
This should be a constitutional right and no need to implore,
Or be told by some Supreme Court judge to get out the door.
Our pompous politicians are not interested in this subject,
The reason is simple - they are politically correct,
I'd like to avoid Sue Rodriguez's problem of oncoming death,
And have death with dignity as I approach my last breath.
Sept 29th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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There once was a young man from Skye
Who would sit and continually cry;
It wasn't his debt
That made him upset,
But the dust that flew into his eye.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There omce was a fitter from Belfast
Who said that he was happy now at last;
'My gas-boiler leaked,
It blew and then I freaked,
And I was very nearly killed in the blast.'
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 06
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why were you put there at all?
I don't like my face today
So, please look the other way.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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There was a strange man from Kildare
Who, annoyed because people would stare,
Walked up the town
With his hat upside down
And pretended that he didn't care.
(Written Sept 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 03
'Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why are you not in the hall?
This is where we comb our hair
So I think you'd be better there.'
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 05
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Do you even care at all?
Every question you reject
Even if we genuflect.
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Mirror Mirror Rhymes 02
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Will today be fine or squall?
'How should I know, go and see
The weather-man on B.B.C.'
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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