I am a HUGE Beatles fan and have the opportunity to win an album that I’ve been coveting. So, here is my entry in this contest.
A positive echo in the void.
It sighs, it laughs, it repeats.
More than silence, less than voice
Am I the source of this noise?
Silence is eloquent.
Words left unsaid do not hurt
And the arms of love ward off
The noise of yesterday.
You owe me no apologies
for things you left unsaid.
Don’t try to say them now.
Just walk away.
I have a number of things I must tell you.
But I can’t seem to find a way
My eyes meet yours of cornflower blue
And I forget all I wanted to say.
So I will begin with saying
Things I think you should know.
Not that anything will be swaying
Your mind which is set just so
I think of culture
and studied hopelessness
and careful optimism
and settle on apathy
I sit here meditating on what I could say
that would ever reach you, Mr. President.
I don’t believe you can relate, sir,
to what the world’s people are enduring.
I wouldn’t have done it that way
Seems quite a tedious chore
I’m all for the old fashioned way.
These flowers were running riot in my yard
So I thought I’d bring them to you
To prove I’m no blackguard, only a blowhard
With these mums, in my heart, admiration doth imbue
They are beaten, they are battered, they are bruised.
They are caged, they are killed, they always seem to lose.
These precious dogs have often done no harm.
They can’t help themselves; they look to us to keep them safe and warm.
How can we stand by letting sweet dogs die?
Their biggest challenge is simply to stay alive.
Adopt one, hug one, love one, do….
The biggest reward is that they will love you too…
Mama
A smile that makes all things better.
A touch that takes pain, gives love.
A healing word that saves the day.
Unconditional love.
She brought me a pet, a very strange pet,
for it was an anaconda snake!
When Carl went to pet him,
I called out, “You better watch out, he bites!
I can’t always understand
Russia’s black ingratitude for what it’s become.
When it rose, out of the ashes of communism,
didn’t we capitalists take it under its wing?
And if that led to the oligarchs, who spend Russia’s wealth buying football teams,
and a falling life expectancy, and dissatisfied youth,
well, then they must still be commies.
Keep trying to move on,
While reaching out for my old life,
Have to cut all of the strings,
I can’t be your future as his wife.
You open your eyes.
You see what’s there
It was there all along
the words of this song