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Looking At Family Portraiture Original 09 30 2010

LOOKIING AT FAMILY PORTRAITURE:
Original 09 29 2010

Looking at family portrait albums
Of days long gone children at play
Party revelers growing old never to tire
Looking at ex-wives as beautiful
No stretch of imagination for
Suspension of belief -see that she is
The set decoration –the lighted stage
A beautiful and black woman glare is like
A quintet of four great jazz musicians
And a sideman –a walk-on drummer
Asleep at the end of every measure
She is a memory to wet the dreams
Of rainy dry Augusts -returns the
Roar to rivers from rainy springs
She is a memory in blank stares
At every vamp
And laughter at the chances we dare
To take
But Oh I miss the rivet that held me close
She’s gone leaving me no good humor
She remains a lively portraiture
Children in their play make mothers
Of themselves as if they share their fates
Games are merry and different -she’s
Gone leaving us no good humor -the
Soul will make her boast in lively memories.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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LOOKIING AT FAMILY PORTRAITS Original 09 29 2010

LOOKIING AT FAMILY PORTRAITS:
Original 09 29 2010

poem by Lee B. Mack
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People Everywhere: Social Music (Original 11 03 2009)

PEOPLE EVERYWHERE: SOCIAL MUSIC
Original 11 03 3009

People everywhere over here over there people
In poor bread lines people in pony drawn carriages
People on a chariot with a rumble seat people on a
Climb on a mountain steep people on a dime on a
Corner on Wall Street –street people -people everywhere
Everywhere there’s a drummer. Where you going?
Everywhere you go you go with a beat you go with
Where the music is… where the music is “social man
What’s jazz? ” People everywhere just social that’s all
New Orleans people social all the way up river to
Kansas City on up to Chicago don’t make no difference
If your name is Santiago Obama Bergson Rothschild
Bush just social People -Montrose New York City
People social all the way to Rio Paris Johannesburg
Brazil Belize over all the bridges –London Suez
Toronto Montreal people in a dim café -social
People in church every weekday and everyday
Everywhere there’s a temple play -Joe’s Place
People social man -music social don’t make no
Difference where you get together whoever is playing
Just playing so you keep on playing with everybody
Playing -people play social music man –man or
Woman don’t understand just don’t stop playing
People everywhere want to be there to see it -up here
You playing social music -understand -just don’t
Stop playing -people everywhere get hungry lose
Patience -people everywhere not playing social music
When you stop playing social music people every-
Where stop –trying to figure out why everybody
Stop playing social music -nothing social about
Playing a whole lot of music -nothing truly social
In a lot of music -the next thing you know a short
Spell and before long you got wars breaking out
Stop playing and its hell -that’s not social any more.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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Nobody's Business If I Do (Origilnal 04 01 2010)

NOBODY’S BUSINESS IF I DO:
Original 04 01 2010

Sing one old song… “This Bitter Earth…”
Nobody’s business if I do

Events surprise in seldom habituated
Innocence –screams aloud that object
Of impulsive fear
Poignant infrequent relationships bedazzling
An obscure Patent Clerk of noble selection
Last never least of many

Ordained head of suitable disciple companies
Esoteric genteel shooting stars indoctrinated
Poll Northerly –sings off key
Rising student nonviolent coordinating
Dimensions on paper charters written for
Free ghetto children breakfasts

Underwritten by that Constitution nation
Set aside belief re-represented in moral
Value sunset to sunrise
On the event horizon surprise information
Can be heard in gut-bucket lyric about
Blame not ashamed

An old blues tune “If I go out on Sunday…?
Nobody’s business if I do.”

poem by Lee B. Mack
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I Am Already (Original 09 27 09) Improvisation 20 21 09

I am already –no needs -always I look to
Need no skies to write the bend to eternity no
Order of operation code -no optic set to write
And display -my poem writes in the star’s bouquet
I am already –black and Spirit too -spirit energy
Discerns the spirit of my act I am already matter’s
Forces noisily disturbed –sky mapped rainbows
Of off-take to the shoulders of roads laid for painted
Lanes behind me imagined -spirit like arrangements
Make themselves obtrusive out of the corner
Of my eye -the love I have for my reign has will
To share never to apologize for the gift of love
Reaches stretched to the given dimensions of
Everything -I am laying down under the feet
Of defeat surfeited by my mentor’s underground
By the trillions of numbers for the stars they count
Glimmers that dim to the dark red –the flow of the
Rays of the silver crimson rain –the lights that light
Up in forgiveness for the moral indulgence in the
Judgment in the self infliction by the shit filled needle
Used to shoot in the gallery lit with pain -real
Forgiveness is the gift that I am -passion for the
Visions for the moves I make –rest in the sleep
For the dreams I forsake I am gifted to pen
The poems of gallery light games that we play.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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Old New Wise Original 07 23 2010

NEW OLD WISE:
Original 07 23 2010

New: appendages to wing
Torrents on nature’s streaming
River courses and grand parading
Troubadour boulevards and
Evening lady Promenades
Could music proclaim –or silence
The after-hour’s joint red haze
Minstrel melody line for melody
Line -halt momentum mood
Let alone mark time’s waning
Heart’s heartbeat pump spills
Octave fulfilled recital metronome
Old: spiritual gifts ordain
Immortal family strength
We knew to suffer anger
Express spiritual hymnals
Epical men in battle fatigue
Which ones were lovers?
Wise: with strength reserve
Which leaping deer -which
Mentor’s hidden –given ear
Forward toward lengths
Under natural cover of fear
Yell out appendage -sing.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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Loss Entities In Dreams Original 01 26 2011

LOSS ENTITIES IN DREAMS:
Original 01 26 2011

Loss existentialities in dreams faceoff…
Artless object repellant pits dreamer
And the dream face encounter duel
Contentiously sweating loss as the
Peal of desire’s risk to make love
Unprotected –to engage the pipe of
Dreams in sibylline ecstasies induced
By metal and liquid juices that love
Should ferment too for the good of
Finite suspiciousness artless dreams
Desperate for good learn to know inner
Intent and pictured face consistency
Spiritual faces pit the conscience state
Growing out of gardens of object literacy
Weed grows perfectly out of inedible
Content into the toxic climate dwarfing
The slow flowering growth and ambrosia
Of aerate herbal root veining through
Firmament fueled refinement into
Ignitable lightning fired to feed life her
Gift of spiritual strength –so she shares.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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Memory Metaphor Original 03 13 2010

Ruthlessly search memory -yesterday’s not so very
Memorable deposits put unaccountably in the black
Stashed in banks written in poetry books
Today’s gift to think a spirit full -goodness drained
Through clogged senses substance penetrates
Deeper thought - run of the mill think faithfully
Surmises indelibly written fancies personas in
Haute party dress -labels pinned onto
Poly-psychic monetary disguises –the very
Thought of you -I think -remembers deep fathoms
Each to depths of metaphor –to rules of grammar
Neither temper nor philter languages of love
But savor good to taste honey and milk in the
Sop of kisses lick of tongues to the lip sink in pitch
With love song -the smile wide eyed -opened
When done gift kiss liquor forgot new spiritual savor
Memory intrudes on awareness to sleep tossing
And turning spasms recede to blinking at flickering
streams of extra-dimensional Dural membranes
-Gift upon gifted dream -improvising on theme
–Go there…?
Ruthlessly
Searching situational memory beyond spirit metaphor.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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A play in writing

I would write of us
In a play of great romance
Of a love unforeseen
A play without tragedy
No Romeo nor Juliet
But an honest lasting love
We could grow old together
Holidays on the beach
And countless family parties
A tale with such comedy
That we are filled with joy
Our love shared would grow
And bare the fruit of family
Those who would share with us
Every memory and every day
To fall asleep and wake beside
One as beautiful as you
Such is the play I wish to write
A parody of my dreams
A revelation of my life

poem by Matthew Holloway
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We're All God's Children

Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Family

(tom eyen/henrey kreiger)
Is it a beautiful day? youre beautiful!
I mentioned earlier that the world is watching each of you. you make me so proud Im the happiest woman in the world right now. I have a dream come true.
I want you to listen to me now. this is being televised again worldwide today. just calm yourselves, come on. alright.
Can you feel me?
Yes, this may be the most important moment in my life.
There are words in this song that to me are very special listen.
Its more than you
Its more than me
No matter what we are
We are a family
This dream is for us
This one can be real
They cant stop us now
Because of how we feel
Its more than you
Its more than me
Whatever dreams we have
Theyre for the family
Were not alone any more then
There are others there
And this dreams big enough
For all of us to share
So dont think youre going
Were not going anywhere
Were staying, taking our share
If you get afraid again
Ill be there
We are a family
Like a giant tree
Branching out towaards the sky
We are a family
And so much more
Than just you and i
We are a family
Like a giant tree
Growing strong
Growing wiser
We are
We are
A family
I love you

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Beautiful Christmas

Let's Go!
Big Time!
Merry Christmas everybody..

Put down video games
Pick up some candy canes
And hang a wreath on your door
Give back to those in need
Bring peace and harmony
Cause that's what Christmas is for

And this Christmas, this Christmas
We'll celebrate a wonderful year
ooh this Christmas, this Christmas
We'll decorate the halls with love and cheer

We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make the world shine bright
As long as friends and family are with us
Every star will shine tonight
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas

Let's party in the snow under the mistletoe
Girl I've been waiting all year
Rudolph can take a break
Frosty can melt away
As long as I got you here

Ooh this Christmas, this Christmas
We'll celebrate a wonderful year
ooh this Christmas, this Christmas
We'll decorate the halls with love and cheer
We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make the world shine bright
As long as friends and family are with us
Every star will shine tonight
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas

Happy Holiday
Spread the love on Christmas Day
Singin' Happy Holiday
We can make a beautiful Christmas
Happy Holiday
Spread the love on Christmas Day
Singin' Happy Holiday
We can make a beautiful Christmas

So Beautiful!

We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make the world shine bright (we can make it yea)
As long as friends and family are with us (friends and family)
Every star will shine tonight (shinin' tonight)
We can make it beautiful this Christmas (beautiful christmas)
We can make it beautiful this Christmas (so beautiful no no)
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas

We can make a beautiful Christmas
Happy Holiday
Spread the love on Christmas Day
Singin' Happy Holiday
We can make a beautiful Christmas

poem by Jojo Jonna
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The Games We Play

(hicks / clarke / nash)
Well I heard your mother say
What a pleasant boy youre going with
That I dont mean any harm
And I only want to play
Though I know shes just protecting you
Youre just a little girl
Well if your mother only knew the games we play
When I take you home with me
All the family get along with you
Sitting all through tea
Wondering what were gonna do
Leaving us alone
The temptations far too strong
If your family only knew the games we play
Are you sure were getting away with this
You cannot fool your mother or your father for long
Only time will tell
If they are right and we are wrong
(repeat)
They know the games we play
Theres no hiding things like this from them
We know were not the first
And well never be the last
Everybody gets hung up
We might have to pay
And everybody knows the games we play

song performed by by Hollies
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She Was A Part Of The Plan A Plant (Original 09 01 2009)

She was a part of the plan a plant
By the man a six year old doll
In a chocolate dropp that would
Preserve through September’s chill
Through the winter’s freeze to the
Autumn’s turn to soften the soils
For the planting of seed before
The weed of Spring she was a mercy
Of angels who knew not the seasons
Of my patience nor the wish of the
Pick of the sticks from my paper
Box inside the wooden box
Of mementoes
Of wishes come true
She was also a part of the dream
That had last night come back again
In a gansta rap with a booty slap
The car she rode in went into the
Winter river with motorized windows
Frozen closed under the water where
Life sunk with dreams as bubbles rose
The music that played was an echo made
Of the once chocolate doll of my
Kindergarten days -school and night time
Lodge for adult indulgences -and evening
Cinema for the show of reel to reel.
No moral hazards just feel.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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Games We Play

The Hollies
The Games We Play
(Allan Clarke/Tony Hicks/Graham Nash)
Track 12 (final) on album 'Evolution' june 1967
Well, I heard your mother say
what a pleasant boy you're going with.
That I don't mean any harm
and I only want to play.
Though I know she's just protecting you,
you're just a little girl.
Well, if your mother only knew the games we play.
When I take you home with me,
all the family get along with you.
Sitting all through tea,
wondering what we're gonna do.
Leaving us alone
the temptation's far too strong.
If your family only knew the games we play.
Are you sure we're getting away with this?
You cannot fool your mother or your father for long.
Only time will tell
if they are right and we are wrong.
{interlude}
Are you sure we're getting away with this?
You cannot fool your mother or your father for long.
Only time will tell
if they are right and we are wrong.
{mini interlude}
They know the games we play
there's no hiding things like this from them.
We know we're not the first
and we'll never be the last.
Everybody gets hung up,
we might have to pay,
and everybody knows the games we play.

song performed by by Hollies
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To Know The Word of the Spirit Original 01 16 2011

TO KNOW THE WORD
OF THE SPIRIT:
Original 01 16 2011

To know the word as motive
Know that God speaks the nous
Between his will and knowledge
Prerogatives of vision and reason

To know the word as verbal
Know that God speaks transcendent
Nous -to know the word as noun
Know God speaks the tone of you
To know the word as poem read
To know the word as pronoun
Know that god does not speak
Of you god speaks to you

To know the word as adverb
Know that God does not speak
About you God speaks through you

To know the word as adjective
Know that God speaks by you
To know the word as preposition
Know God speaks from the heart
To know the word as poem write
To know the word is off the table
Know that God knows who sops
And all that was [was] forgiven
To know word as free verse

To know the word as parable
Know that God speaks nous
To know that God has spoken
Know pain and pleasure in spirit.

poem by Lee B. Mack
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Another Rainy Day In New York City

Another rainy day in new york city
Softly sweet, so silently it falls
As crosstown traffic crawls
Memories in my way in new york city
Tender, tough, too tragic to be true
And nothing I can do
City workers cheer
The taxis disappear
Another rainy day in new york city
Another spacey stay in new york city
High up in an overpriced hotel
The view is really swell
Windy, wet and gray in new york city
No one here I really want to see
Old friends and family
So suddenly serene
The air is fresh and clean
Another rainy day in new york city
Its another rainy day
Just a rainy, rainy day
Its another rainy day
Just a rainy, rainy day

song performed by by Chicago
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In Memories With You (The End)

Revisiting our past days
Holding time together
The album of memories says...
Beautiful pieces to remember
Heavenly fun and laughter
Love how we stay this way

Sunshine of the last summer
Bending time bringing serenity
Touching my hand for a first write
I'm lost in the warmth of your soul
'Listen to the rain' we made
My lips say that never to fade

Standing in a corner of the year
Bring back all past of older me
Be with you and open to see
Painting life by hand again
Deeper color immortalize me
Brushing smile in child wonderland
Wish i still there but we can't

Holding my soul tight
You listen to my first ballad
Either good or bad u never say it wrong
Closer and closer, make me strong
O September full of bonds

Our days flew drifted by the wind
Time flows like the November rain
Counting without missing a date
Three hundred sixty five days we holding on
Within the full heart of 12months not even long
Nothing went wrong but now we done

Cold winter always a sad witness
We end up in 31st December
Six feet under the white snow
Preserve memories in ice
Denying that was our last day
In memory it keeps lasting
Here in December
Never meant say for leaving
Something was missing
And I missing you already
Before say a goodbye
New years, ....
Won’t be...Never be...
The same like you
Now i walking out my life
With a full memories
Walking ahead with same steps
Along with memories

Leaving u 2010 for 2011
But something still alive
The memories with you
I just cant stop thinking
Because i am
In memories with you

-THE END-

poem by Unwritten Soul
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Expressing The Way I Feel

you know, not many people make me feel the way you do,
so safe with every word that you seem to speak,
you know just what to say when i'm feeling down,
to make my day seem a lot brighter,
because of you, i question if i would of still been here,
living out my dreams, just like my mother wanted,
you showed me there was more to life, than what i was seeing, when i'm having one of thoughs days,
you show me it's okay to stop the stubborn act,
that it's okay to show you how i really feel,
with your words as confort, i was able to find the stength,
to just be who i am, because of you i found the confidence,
to be who i am, and what i can be,
because you want to know what i see?
inside of you i see this caring soul,
somebody who wants the same things out of life as me,
just to be happy and have that one person there,
who knows you and fill that space in your heart,
that nobody else can fill, because god brought us close,
there must have been a good reason,
maybe this was meant to be, god makes that one perfect person for somebody,
just wondering if maybe you were my perfect guy,
we seem to get stronger, as days pass by,
you seem to tell me what's on your mind,
even when you know it going to drive me crazy,
i'm loveing your sense of humor, more and more,
your sexual desires keeps me quessing,
what it really will be like to be in the room with you,
i'm a confident girl, tell me your dreams,
i'll try my best to make them come true,
like i say i don't play with love,
make me feel you are the one for me,
i'll stay faithfull and true,
until the day we meet.
Copyright © 2009
5-17-09

poem by Mona Martinez
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Sonnet: A Happy Family

A happy family is one blessed by God!
Both parents slog all life for their children;
And children honor parents, without rod;
All walk united en way to Heaven.

A happy family lives in piety;
Their home is warm and welcomes everyone;
They’re satisfied and live with satiety;
There’s time for love, care, work, play, also fun!

A happy family loves its neighbors well;
All share their joys, woes, grief and problems too;
Their faith in God, their smiling faces tell;
With divine aim, all earthly works, they do!

A happy family prays in harmony;
God meets their needs of body, soul, money!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-1-2006

poem by John Celes
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Christmas (A Sestina)

Christmas is here, Jesus to the world brought peace
Everyone is rested as kids spend time with family
Kitchens are ablaze, wives creating good ol’ soul-food
Leslie and Destra, await their turn, under the mistletoe
Love is burning bright, outshining the fireplace
And playing kids fill the house with laughter

Worries are swept away, sadness replaced by laughter
As love flies through the air, enemies make peace
Whilst sweet carols are sung by the fireplace
We thank God for the greatest gift of family
As grandma and grandpa steal a kiss, under the mistletoe
My tummy just yelled: where is my soul-food?

Memories to the tongue, grandma’s special soul-food
Don’t know how, but to my tongue, it brings laughter.
Grandma and Grandpa are still under the mistletoe
Showing love so ancient, a picture of heaven’s peace
They are the beginning and measure of our family
Captured purely in pictures taken by the fireplace

Love bubbles deep within, and around the fireplace
As its oil fuses with the spice of Grandma’s soul-food.
Moriah, the youngest; four weeks added to the family
Her little eyes sparkle, her little face filled with laughter
Looking at her, so lovely, One is taken into peace
In times coming soon, her place would be the mistletoe

Her's would be lovely and her destiny the mistletoe
And she too, someday would have her own fireplace
As she grows to celebrate and cherish Christmas peace,
She would learn from Grandma, how to craft soul-food
Her kids would fill the house solely with laughter
As one day, she would have her a family

Fresh out the womb, Moriah completes the family
Even as Grandma and her boo are still by the mistletoe
Their love brings to the heart tears and laughter
Treasures of joy. Now we depart from the fireplace
To the table to dive into some soul-food
That the wives had made in love, and peace.

Thank God for family! Gazing at the fireplace
And the mistletoe, loving me some soul-food
That sets my tongue on laughter, I thank God for peace.

poem by Leslie Alexis
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Loss Entities In Dreams Original 01 26 2011

Memory Metaphor Original 03 13 2010

A play in writing

We're All God's Children

Family

Beautiful Christmas

The Games We Play

She Was A Part Of The Plan A Plant (Original 09 01 2009)

Games We Play

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