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Narcisissma

Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, Pomona says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the belle of Biloxi,
Biloxi, Biloxi says she's not your kind
But Narcisissma gives me peace of mind.
She's got no braids in the inkwell, no money on the prize.
Ain't got no boyfriend behind her that she can't hypnotize.
And if you wanna see yourself without delusions or delies.
All you do is just look into her eyes.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma has no pride or delusions,
Delusions, delusions make me turn my face
But Narcisissma let's me find my place.
She's got no grudges, no crutches, no pigment and no peeves.
No cryers, no pliers, no liars and no sleeves.
And she will always tell you every thing that she believes.
She's got no belly button too, no high heeled shoe.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, Pomona says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.
Well everybody's lookin' like they're s'posed to
But nobody's lookin' very good.
So when you find somebody to get close to
Well don't you think you should?
Narcisissma, Narcisissma loves to thrill and delight me,
Delight me, delight me and I'll never quit
'Cause Narcisissma knows just where I fit.
She's got no tight draws, locked doors, nothin' on the side.
Ain't got no skin flaws, in-laws, nothin' left to hide.
And if you need a new location where you'll best be satisfied
You might prefer, to fall in love with her
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.-a

song performed by by Don McLean
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Two Chocolate Labs

This was wrote to my wife, Sharon about our two chocolate labs. Biloxi is male, Cherokee is female. One we named for the place we were engaged, the other the place we had our honeymoon.

When you look at our two Chocolate Labs tell me what do you see.
Do you see just two big dogs named Biloxi and the other Cherokee.

Next time you look at them, look at them hard.
They are more than two Chocolate Labs out in our yard.

Cherokee is a symbol of our never ending love.
She is to remind us that our marriage is blessed from above.

Cherokee is the place that I ask you to marry me by a cold rolling mountain stream.
This is the place that we will hold in our hearts and keep in our dreams.

Biloxi is a symbol of the love that we have and share.
He is to remind us of a place that is the answer to our prayers.

Biloxi is the place where our honeymoon was to be.
This is the place that sealed our love for then, now and all eternity.

Biloxi and Cherokee are more than two Chocolate Labs you see.
Yes, they are two symbols of two special places called Biloxi and the other Cherokee.

So next time you look at them, look and them with love.
These are our two special gifts to us, from heaven above.

poem by Eddie Fullbright
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Biloxi

By: jesse winchester
19? ?
Down around biloxi
Pretty girls are swimmin in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
Boy will fill his pale with salty water
And the storms will blow from off towards new orleans
The sun shines on biloxi
The air is filled with vapors from the sea
The boy will dig a pool beside the ocean
He sees creatures from his dreams underwater
And the sun will set from off towards new orleans
Stars can see biloxi
Stars can find their faces in the sea
We are walking down beside the ocean
We are splashing naked in the water
And the sky is red from off towards new orleans

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Pomona I Remember You.

Pomona,
Your persona
Lost
In the orchards of time.
Kisses of lemon and lime
Fizz in summertime.
Your sun
Beams
Strawberrys and creams.
My Desdimona
Steams
In jealousy.
I know Pomona,
She will leave me
With love
From the vine.
Pomona
That forbidden apple
Of mine.
Goddess true.
Sings through the trees.
Clings to the breeze.
With citrus hue.
Sweeter than
Morning dew.

Kevin East.

poem by Kevin East
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Refinement Of A Pot

Refinement of a pot appears effete
if you don’t like irregularities.
Once baked inside a kiln the searing heat
preserves forever angularities
that may be smoothed while it is wet and warm,
yet only when it’s finally been glazed
are faults seen in perspective, in a form
that sometimes tells the viewer: be amazed.

Inspired by Christopher Knight’s review of an exhibition of the pots of the Biloxi potter, George E. Ohr, in the American Museum of Ceramic Art in Pomona (“Pottery with a Modernist twist, ” LA Times, December 26,2007) :

Ohr was a certified eccentric, not least as indicated by the 20-inch mustache he reportedly draped over his ears to keep from getting it tangled in the spinning potter's wheel. But he was nonetheless a gifted journeyman. The son of an Eastern European immigrant blacksmith, he was taught the potter's traditional craft by an Alsatian father-and-son team, first in Biloxi and later in New Orleans.
Ohr learned how to prepare clay, build kilns and manipulate standard glaze formulas. He also spent two years traveling the Midwest and the South examining rival production facilities, to better know the competition. He regularly visited (and sometimes showed his wares at) giant trade shows, such as Chicago's famous 1893 World's Columbian Exposition. The souvenirs sold at these fairs, such as the Christopher Columbus coins designed by the preeminent sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens for the Chicago extravaganza, might also have provided inspiration. The Pomona show includes five so-called 'brothel coins' that Ohr made for the Gulf Coast tourist trade. Each small, unglazed clay disk pairs words with a low-relief image to make a verbal-visual rebus: 'I love U' written above a leaping deer; 'let's go 2' above a bed; and other, bawdier couplings. A far cry from Saint-Gaudens' lofty allusion to classical Roman coins, Ohr's comic souvenirs reflected his own oddball character. In a nation uncomfortable with art, being wacky could function as a defensive mechanism - as a wink and a nod that minimized the threat of being taken seriously. With nothing left to lose after his pottery burned to the ground, Ohr unleashed his expert technical skill. Rather than return to producing utilitarian dishes and vases for the home, he began to play with conventional ceramic forms. He began to make art. Pomona is the first stop on a tour prepared by Biloxi's Ohr-O'Keefe Museum of Art, whose large collection happily survived the brutal assault of Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Twenty-eight of the pieces are from the museum's collection, while the rest have been lent by private collections in Mississippi and California.

12/27/07

poem by Gershon Hepner
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Beach Music Remix

These days,
on understated evenings,
those August afternoons
in Biloxi on the beach-
flimsy
shrill
transister radios
planted in the sand
screeching out a Motown hit—
resurface and I don’t care
that love is not like that.

poem by Sonny Rainshine
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Time will tell how you rate against the rest of the competition. I'll let everyone else worry about championships. I'm going to worry about qualifying at Pomona.

quote by Larry Dixon
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Pomona's romance
Gaia's splendid gems seeds vines
cornucopia
spills forth its contents give thanks
savor abundant harvest

tanka by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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Je n'ai pas oublié, voisine de la ville (I've not forgotten, near the town)

I've not forgotten, near to the town,
our white house, small but alone:
its Pomona of plaster, its Venus of old
hiding nude limbs in the meagre grove,
and the sun, superb, at evening, streaming,
behind the glass, where its sheaves were bursting,
a huge eye in a curious heaven, present
to gaze at our meal, lengthy and silent,
spreading its beautiful candle glimmer
on the frugal cloth and the rough curtain.

poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Melancholy Blue

Ever since I lost you baby Ive been here and there
Looking for some piece of mind, cant find it anywhere
I went down to tunica, played me a little blackjack
Saw a wino on the corner, gave my winnings back
Chorus:
If it was just money
Baby, I could make it
But living without you
Can I take it
All I see ahead of me
Is just melancholy blue
cause I aint got no future without you
I went down to austin, lots of beautiful people there
Could have had a better adventure, I just didnt care
Got a job in california, they sure liked my style
But theres something about that california sun
Reminds me of your smile
Chorus
Now and then I go back to biloxi
Whenever I feel brave
Visit that little country church down there
Lay some flowers on your grave
You sure got a hold on me, I dont know what to do
I aint got no future
I cant see my future without you

song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Up In Mississippi Tonight

Sallys up in mississippi tonight
With a man she hardly knows
Sallys wearin brand new clothes
Opportunity dont knock twice
So sally said, bye, bye
I hope she is alright
Up in mississippi tonight
Sally left before the sun could rise
When the city man came to town
She turned his head around
It was love with just one look
When she saw the size of his pocketbook
Oh sallys doin fine
Shes up in mississippi tonight
But theres a mountain boy whos gonna remember you
And sally youre one old girl he hates to lose
But you did what you had to do
You know Im happy for you
But sometimes please think of me up there in biloxi
Sallys up in mississippi tonight
Stayin in a big hotel
Rich man payin the bill
Drivin a brand new car
Drinkin in fancy bars
Oh sallys havin a time
Shes up in mississippi tonight
Sallys up in mississippi tonight
Sallys up in mississippi tonight
Sallys up in mississippi tonight

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Further Down The Road

Half a mile outside Biloxi
Did I come or did I go
Seven sirens singin' to me
Why I listen I don't know
I got some smokes I got some coffee
My head is ready to explode
I'll be makin' my way further down the road
I'm not much for conversation
And I don't care for playin' games
I've heard all the hard luck stories
Man they all turn out the same
I'm the last lonely survivor
And I'm still carryin' their load
I'll be makin my way further down the road
I'll be makin' my way
I'm gonna get there some day
I'll be makin' my way
Past the one eyed Jacks layin' rail road tracks in my soul
I'll be makin' my way
I'm gonna get there some day
I'll be makin' my way
Past the one eyed Jacks layin' rail road tacks in my soul
Sometimes I wake up with a fever
Then I just have another beer
I'd like to wake up to a new life
A million miles away from here
But I got demons that need chasin'
And I live by the legend's code
I'll be makin' my way further down the road
I'll be makin' my way further down the road

song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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song performed by by George Strait
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song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Verses on a Butterfly

Fair Child of Sun and Summer! we behold
With eager eyes thy wings bedropp'd with gold;
The purple spots that o'er thy mantle spread,
The sapphire's lively blue, the ruby's red,
Ten thousand various blended tints surprise,
Beyond the rainbow's hues or peacock's eyes:
Not Judah's king in eastern pomp array'd,
Whose charms allur'd from far the Sheban maid,
High on his glitt'ring throne, like you could shine
(Nature's completest miniature divine):
For thee the rose her balmy buds renews,
And silver lillies fill their cups with dews;
Flora for thee the laughing fields perfumes,
For thee Pomona sheds her choicest blooms,
Soft Zephyr wafts thee on his gentlest gales
O'er Hackwood's sunny hill and verdant vales;
For thee, gay queen of insects! do we rove
From walk to walk, from beauteous grove to grove;
And let the critics know, whose pedant pride
And awkward jests our sprightly sport deride:
That all who honours, fame, or wealth pursue,
Change but the name of things--they hunt for you.

poem by Joseph Warton
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Honey Bee

Come on now, give me some sugar
Give me some sugar, little honey bee
Dont be afraid, not gonna hurt you
I wouldnt hurt my little honey bee
Dont say a word, bout what were doin
Dont say nothin little honey bee
Dont tell your momma, dont tell your sister
Dont tell your boyfriend, little honey bee
She like to call me king bee
She like to buzz round my tree
I call her honey bee
Im a man in a trance
Im a boy in short pants
When I see my honey bee
And Ive got something to say
Look here now, peace in the valley
Peace in the valley with my honey bee
Dont say a word, bout what were doin
Dont say nothin little honey bee
She give me her monkey hand
And a rambler sedan
Im the king of milwaukee
Her juju beads are so nice
She kissed my third cousin twice
Im the king of pomona
And Ive got something to say

song performed by by Tom Petty
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My Woman (Ma Ma Belle - Early Version)

Got love, if thats what you need
I got three or four babies sittin on my knee
I got love waitin for you
I come sneakin round the corner of the avenue
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
Theres one thing thats on my mind
And thats getting hold of you before I serve my time
Ill keep on, with my heavy load
Till I see you come a strollin down that open road
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
I love you ma-ma-ma belle
Thats why I want to get it all well Im sure you can tell
I got, good soul, runnin so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that I can keep
Cant you hear me once ma-ma-ma belle
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you