fRANCE: THREE DAYS
The landscape has rolling hills
WE traveled by car
courtesy of
cousin Ben,
to Metz, Strasbourg, Nancy and Dijon.
we stopped for wines: the magnificent pinot noirs
and chardonnays
exquisitewise
the famous 'Yellow wine'
from the Jura mountain
vineyard
got a postcard for
you, old ways do not die
another pic
for FB coming.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ou pres de l'onde ou sa flamme s'esteint,
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Ou sur le sable ou sa torche est trop gréve.
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Liberté franche, ou servage contreint,
Mets moy au large, ou en prison retreint.
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Metz moy aux piedz ou bien sur les sometz
Des plus hautz montz, Ô Meline, et me metz
En ombre triste, ou en gaye lumiere,
Metz moy au ciel, dessous terre metz moy,
Je seray mesme, et ma derniere foy
Sera sans fin egalle a ma premiere.
poem by Jean Antoine de Baif
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Why I Love Oregon Pinot Noir
In misty valleys of “Great Northwest”
A delicate, fragile grape doth grow
Sought by wineries wanting the best
And wine maker’s “In the know”
From bottle I decant, so all may see
Willamette Valley’s finest ruby wine
So they may indulge with you and me
This complex liquid, bold and fine
How softly Pinot rolls upon thy tongue
Aroused taste buds fill at once with zest
A noble wine without peer amongst
All others…for it's by far the very best
This be why I love Oregon Pinot Noir
So now let us enjoy another pour
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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There are many great wine producers from all over the world making fantastic wines. Italian wines especially are making an enormous comeback after sometimes being labeled as inexpensive jug wines.
quote by Rocco DiSpirito
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Rolling Hills
Among the rolling hills Ill live my life in him
Oh I will live my life in him among the rolling hills
With my wife and child Ill do no man no ill
Oh I will do no man no ill among the rolling hills
Among the rolling hills Ill read my Bible still
Oh I will read my Bible still among the rolling hills
With my pen Ill write my song among the rolling hills
With my pen Ill write my song among the rolling hills
I will do my jig among the rolling hills
Oh I will do my jig and live among the rolling hills
With my pen Ill write my song among the rolling hills
Ill take out my pen and write my song among the rolling hills
And Ill stand and watch it all among the rolling hills
Oh I will stand and watch it all among the rolling hills
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Famous Groupies
All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies for me
Behold the famous groupies
They are alike as two peas
And where the other goes, the other goes
But though the famous groupies
Are only paid in rupies
Nobody knows what the famous groupies know
And nobody goes where the famous groupies go
There was a bango player
Who kept an extra layer
Of dunlopillo mattress in his van
But when the famous groupies
Arived with their twin snoopies
Nobody saw which way the poor boy ran
Nobody does it like a famous groupie can
All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies for me
There was a lead guitarist
Who lived in epping forest
And all he ever wanted was to blow
When the girls were with him
He never lost his rhythm
And nobody knows what the famous groupies know
Nobody goes where the famous groupies go
There was a classic story
Of a roadic nicknamed rory
Who used to practice voodoo on the side
When the famous twosome
Suggested something gruesome
All that they found was a crater two miles wide
Which left the music business absolutely horrified
Ladies and gentlemen, those magnificent examples of
Female pulchritude and luminosity, direct from their
Global perambulations to the very boards of this
Supremely magnificent proscenium arch - ladies and
Gentlemen; I give you famous groupies!
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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My Spouse Nancy
'Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, Sir;
Tho' I am your wedded wife
Yet I am not your slave, Sir.'
'One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;
Is it Man or Woman, say,
My spouse Nancy?'
'If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience;
I'll desert my sov'reign lord,
And so, good bye, allegiance!'
'Sad shall I be, so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy;
Yet I'll try to make a shift,
My spouse Nancy.'
'My poor heart, then break it must,
My last hour I am near it:
When you lay me in the dust,
Think how you will bear it.'
'I will hope and trust in Heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;
Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse Nancy.'
'Well, Sir, from the silent dead,
Still I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you!'
'I'll wed another like my dear
Nancy, Nancy;
Then all hell will fly for fear,
My spouse Nancy.'
poem by Robert Burns
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Hollywood 1996
1996 was the year I was with Chucky so dear.
In L.A. watching Independence Day flick, which is like every other shtick.
It was the year Margaux Hemmingway committed suicide,
it was from depression she could not hide.
I also ate at the famous restaurant Spago's in Beverly Hills,
close to Wilshire Boulevard and it was a thrill.
I walked in wearing a short pink jump suite,
customers turned around because I was hot and cute.
Chucky was there with me without a care, he knew all of them stopped to stare.
Everyone was dressed in suites with a tie, they all looked the same, I don't know why.
Then movie Star's mansions we traveled to see, it was really fun taking pictures for vacation memories.
I also took workshops on filmmaking in the day, it was very interesting I have to say.
I saw Angelica Houston for the first time, I wrote a poem about her that really did rhyme.
I also bought a postcard for a movie starring Marilyn Monroe,
it was the movie Niagara where she became a star from this show.
Then at night we went to The Comedy Store,
Richard Pryor performed in a wheelchair his comedy routine,
He talked very dirty for his act was not very clean.
Now I will always remember this trip for it is etched in my mind,
Thank you Chucky for showing me a really good time.
Written on August 9,2011 by Suzae Chevalier
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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On The Dark Height of Jura
I.
Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yelling
Rise on the night-rolling breath of the blast,
When o’er the dark aether the tempest is swelling,
And on eddying whirlwind the thunder-peal passed?
II.
For oft have I stood on the dark height of Jura
Which frowns on the valley that opens beneath;
Oft have I braved the chill night-tempest's fury,
Whilst around me, I thought, echoed murmurs of death.
III.
And now, whilst the winds of the mountain are howling,
O father! thy voice seems to strike on mine ear;
In air whilst the tide of the night-storm is rolling,
It breaks on the pause of the elements' jar.
IV.
On the wing of the whirlwind which roars o'er the mountain
Perhaps rides the ghost of my sire who is dead:
On the mist of the tempest which hangs o'er the fountain,
Whilst a wreath of dark vapour encircles his head.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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As I Imagine
What's over the mountain I do not know?
I've never traveled there.
And so in my mind it can be anything
as into the distance I stare.
I'm sure it must be beautiful
with valleys of green below,
cottages built on rolling hills
and endless streams that flow.
The air must be cleaner, the grass much greener
and all of my imaginings
tell me to be there would validate my thoughts
of a place that's fit for Kings.
And this is what the mind can do,
create any scene it desires.
And so I choose to imagine beauty,
of this one never tires.
So to keep this picture the way I perceive it
I will not travel there.
This way I'm free from disappointment
as I continue to stare.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hollywood 1996
1996 was the year I was with Chucky so dear.
In L.A. watching Independence Day flick, which is like every other shtick.
It was the year Margaux Hemmingway committed suicide,
it was from depression she could not hide.
I also ate at the famous restaurant Spago’s in Beverly Hills,
close to Wilshire Boulevard and it was a thrill.
I walked in wearing a short pink jump suite,
customers turned around because I was hot and cute.
Chucky was there with me without a care, he knew all of them stopped to stare.
Everyone was dressed in suites with a tie, they all looked the same, I don’t know why.
Then movie Star’s mansions we traveled to see, it was really fun taking pictures for vacation memories.
I also took workshops on filmmaking in the day, it was very interesting I have to say.
I saw Angelica Houston for the first time, I wrote a poem about her that really did rhyme.
I also bought a postcard for a movie starring Marilyn Monroe,
it was the movie Niagara where she became a star from this show.
Then at night we went to The Comedy Store,
Richard Pryor performed in a wheelchair his comedy routine,
He talked very dirty for his act was not very clean.
Now I will always remember this trip for it is etched in my mind,
Thank you Chucky for showing me a really good time.
Written on August 9,2011 by Suzae Chevalier
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Daniel Saw The Stone
Oh daniel saw the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Daniel saw the stone that came rolling through babylon
Daniel saw the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Well, meet me, jesus, meet me
Meet me in the middle of the air
cause now if these wings should fail me
Lord, I want to hitch on another pair
Oh jesus was the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Jesus was the stone that came rolling through babylon
Jesus was the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Oh, well the tree it was bending
Up in the heavenly land
Well, my God spoke unto the holy ghost
He said, come on and lets make man
Im looking for the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Im looking for the stone that came rolling through babylon
Im looking for the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
Well, now, early in the morning the trumpets gonna sound
The dead and christ is gonna rise
Well, if you aint got good religion
Lord, then hell youll open your eyes
I found that stone that was hewed out the mountain
I found the stone that came rolling through babylon
I found the stone that was hewed out the mountain
Coming down to redeem a mighty world
[repeat above 4 lines]
The main difference between this version and phishs version is that phish only uses the first verse cited here (meet me, jesus, meet me). the other verse that trey sings (the only other verse) is this:
Well, I saw a weary traveler
He was walking on down the road
Well, I saw him later that evening
He was walking on down that road
[followed by the walk, walk, walk... part]
song performed by by Phish
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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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The Swan Of Dijon
I was in Dijon when the war's wild blast
Was at its loudest; when there was no sound
From dawn to dawn, save soldiers marching past,
Or rattle of their wagons in the street.
When every engine whistle would repeat
Persistently, with meaning tense, profound,
'We carry men to slaughter' or 'we bring
Remnants of men back as war's offering.'
And there in Dijon, the out-gazing eye
Grew weary of the strife-suggesting scene;
But, searching, found one quiet spot hard by
Where war was not; a little lake whereon
Moved leisurely a stately, tranquil swan,
Majestic and imposing, yet serene.
I was in Dijon, when no sound or sight
Woke thoughts of peace, save this one speck of white,
Sailing 'neath skies of menace, unafraid
While silver fountains for his pleasure played.
Dear Swan of Dijon, it was your good part
To rest a tired heart.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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One Thing Leads To Another
The wind blows pure- unpolluted...
My blinking eyes see signs of Grace...
The fluff from the clouds temporarily disappears...
And give the mysterious woods-a face;
The purple dawn awakens all of my senses...
As the brillant lemon-orange rises in the East-
A gentle sigh from a past shadow whispers a single breath-
While a raging thunder builds as a mighty beast;
Morning secrets travel to and through to Grace...
As Mother Natures wings listen to the thunders rolling roars-
While in the depths of the mountain- a victim prays for no rain...
Outside 'tis sparkling, as the Autumns frosts of yore;
The future past lies not in the Winter to come...
Nor even in the Springs rain or Eastertide blooms...
For she 'tis awaiting shortly there after, for us-
In the 'Grace of love' at Summertimes warm noon;
Dedicated to: ' Nancy Grace'-HLN-***
To her mother: Elizabeth who was released from the hospital.
Prayers are answered Nancy!
In Honor of Nancy's Birthday coming up: October 23,2009.
In Honor of Her Miracle Twins Birthday coming: November 4,2009.
Do not miss out on her book: The Eleventh Victim...It is wonderful! ! ! !
It is a must read! ! ! !
October 9,2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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And The Money Kept Rolling In (And Out)
Che: And the money kept rolling in from every side
Eva's pretty hands reached out and they reached wide
Now you may feel it should have been a voluntary cause
But that's not the point my friends
When the money keeps rolling in you don't ask how
Think of all the people guaranteed a good time now
Eva's called the hungry to her open up the doors
Never been a fund like the Foundation Eva Peron
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on in rolling on in rolling on in rolling on in on in
Would you like to try a college education
Own your landlord's house take the family on vacation
Eva and her blessed fund can make your dreams come true
Here's all you have to do my friends
Write your name and your dream on a card or a pad or a ticket
Throw it high into the air and should our lady pick it
She will change your way of life for a week or even two
Name me anyone who cares as much as Eva Peron
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out
And the money kept rolling out in all directions
To the poor to the weak to the destitute of all complexions
Now cynics claim a little of the cash has gone astray
But that's not the point my friends
When the money keeps rolling out you don't keep books
You can tell you've done well by the happy grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Peron
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out
Eva
When the money keeps rolling out you don't keep books
You can tell you've done well by the happy grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Peron
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling rolling rolling
Rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out rolling on out on out
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 2)
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Go, Tell It On The Mountain
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
When I was just a learner
I sought by night and day
To have the good lord help me
To guide me on my way
For I am like a shepherd
My hopes and faith to guard
Each day I find the answer
And love is my reward
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
The shepherds kept their watching
Oer silent flocks by night
When lo! throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
The shepherds feared and trembled
When high above the earth
Rang out an angels chorus
To hail our saviors birth
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
Our jesus, jesus christ is born
That jesus christ is born
Go and tell, tell it on the mountain
That jesus christ, christ is born
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Autumn
Let us go and gather the grapes of the vineyard
For the wine press, and keep the wine in old
Vases, as the spirit keeps knowledge of the
Ages in eternal vessels.
Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has
Caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the
Withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer.
Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds
Have made pilgrimage to warmth and left the chilled
Prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine
And myrtle have no more tears.
Let retreat, for the tired brook has
Ceased its song; and the bubble-some springs
Are drained of their copious weeping; and
The cautious old hills have stored away
Their colourful garments.
Come my beloved; Nature is justly weary
And is bidding her enthusiasm farewell
With quiet and contented melody.
Kahlil Gibran
poem by Ray Lucero
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Hope
At summer eve, when heaven's aerial bow
Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below,
Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?
Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near? -
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
poem by Thomas Campbell
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Smokey Mountain Boy
(words & music by rosenblatt - milrose)
Im just a smokey mountain boy
Come back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
And the deep blue sky above
The closer and closer I get to home
The more excited I am
Those were the mornings Id roll out of bed
Start the day off with a hot corn bread
Smothered in huckleberry jam
Im just a smokey mountain boy
Come back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
And the deep blue sky above
I can almost hear the hounds running through the woods
Close on the trail of the hare
How I long to be with them following the hounds
A-huntin again
Gettin me a big old grizzly bear
Im just a smokey mountain boy
Come back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
And the deep blue sky above
I traveled around and met lots of girls
No matter how many I see
I left some pretty ones behind
I know back home is where Ill find
The girl whose love is meant for me
Im just a smokey mountain boy
Come back to the hills I love
Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
And the deep blue sky above
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Hills That Surround A City
There are hills that surround a city,
I do not know if everyone loves these hills as I do,
From a child to an adult, I traveled the roads of these hills,
Through all seasons these hills are inviting, to a city dweller,
There are hills that surround a city,
In summer these hills can be dangerous,
Bush fires, the enemy of all,
But a friend at times,
Trees and plants re-shoot after bush fires,
Foe to animals and residents,
Cool nights, bring summer breezes to these hills,
Autumn colours surround the hills,
And bring the city dweller to visit,
Colours line the ever winding roadways,
Magical colours along the roadways,
Breathtaking trees, so tall,
Falling leaves line the winding roadways,
Around the hills that surround a city,
Log fires creating smoke from chimneys, dot the landscapes,
During winter,
Winter rains flushes the creeks and rivers,
Throughout the hills that surround a city,
Frosts, fog create an old world atmosphere,
Don't forget your scarf, beanie's, or gloves,
It is cold in these hills,
Spring, the hills are coming alive,
Magical gardens, on display,
Watch for the colourful birds, that come alive,
There is still a chill in the air,
Grab a bit of sunshine, feel the warmth,
There is another world in these hills,
A historical world, for those who wish to visit,
The Adelaide hills surround the city,
Many abandon the city, for the day,
Or a weekend retreat,
The many winding roads amongst the Adelaide hills,
Will take you many places,
I have traveled these roads all my life,
Now I am finding many new roads to travel,
Around these hills that surround a city.
poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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