Monthly Archives: February 2016

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The little brown sparrow, With his tan brown breast, Hopped into the old dead tree. And there he chirped and tweeted As lively as could be. There were no leaves, Each branch was dry, And yet that tree was living; … Continue reading →

Is now the time for giant wing-ed Spring To swing her ever wid’ning wings up high And waft out very far dark clouds of rainy Sleet to sea, where they may sink again? Is now the time, and this the … Continue reading →

Winter’s hands are icy cold; Winter’s breath doth freeze. Burst, O Spring! Jump! Be bold! Tackle Winter at his knees! “Foul!” he’ll cry, But let him die; His time for play is done! “Not fair,” he’ll plead, But fair, indeed, … Continue reading →

Go on, I say, get out, get out! All selflessness, go die! You’ve been a part of man too long; Time now to say goodbye! O earth, how can you stand it, That men should selfless be? Man’s self, so … Continue reading →

I will praise aloud the man of competence; The master of hard things I will exalt. The man of independence I will gladly cheer; He, inventor of invention, is his own hero. I will laud the objective scientist; The discoverer … Continue reading →

There are thirteen songs in Alexandra York’s book “Over The Years.” She wrote the lyrics. John Massaro wrote the music. The scores are in the book—to be followed, played or sung. Her songs are the songs Of the lovers who … Continue reading →

Love for the day is worth—-day! Love for the night is worth—-night! When you’ve got things going your way And the dark is mingling with light, When a glad song soars to a peak And a sad song sings what … Continue reading →

We dance here, we dance there, We dance dance everywhere, And we don’t have a care in the world. We dance fast, we dance slow, We dance dance in a flow, And our fingers in fingers are curled. All the … Continue reading →

You are beautiful to see, Almost a part of me …..as I look From your gold-glowing hair To your body so fair …..as I look, But your face is more rare With your eyes that so dare …..me to look, … Continue reading →

When thinking how the wing-chords of his Spring Delight away the troubles of these times With Waters on true loving lips that sing, While eager notes in-flood one poet’s rhymes, I feel I’m on an island up aloft— That living … Continue reading →

I’ve been outside, I’ve walked uphill, Then down again with easy will. The birds about, in happy sound, Flew tree to tree and danced around. The clouds were spreading marmalade Of golden oranges ‘cross the sky As I walked down … Continue reading →

Across the years you smile And smile and smile. Right near you Aristotle Moves the throttle. The future, out of bed, Flows from your head. Your heroes guide Your books of pride On new-laid rail That cannot fail. Into the … Continue reading →

All lovers’ hearts and minds, Rejoice! Today, and still tomorrow! With lovers’ darts you find A voice— To say, “We’ve banished sorrow!” Brave Cupid speeds an eye To eye, And swings two hands to clasping! Today, tomorrow, fly On high … Continue reading →

The wine of you I sip At your lips divine. Oh, how many trips Will it take to make You wholly mine? I do not care, I’ll pay the fare Of dare and do The whole year through Till I … Continue reading →

Night comes With her dark hair flowing, Her two stars Even more darkly glowing. I draw her down. She is total darkness. I am found. I am you. We draw down far Where no dawns are. Our touches touch, flash, … Continue reading →

From every hill and mountain, Across the oceans wide, Through forest, vale and canyon, Aloud on every side, Through cities, towns and nations, through towers, houses, car, And all across the airways, And up into the stars, One sentence clear … Continue reading →

A breath of air, and then a sigh, White blossoms falling down from high. So lazily about they sway, So silently around they play, And downward falling, falling slow, Some touching petals precious oh, And so on lips they land … Continue reading →

In Sunny Abarbanell doth dwell A spirit bright and bonny. Now sing we hey, and sing we ho, And sing, hey nonny nonny! A clever mind, a mind so kind, A gift it is to hear her. Should we mistake … Continue reading →

Who gives the singer the gift of song? The singer herself, by working long, Long and longer, hour after hour, Developing outward her inner flower. The gift of singing is no such thing, But a lift and plying of self-made … Continue reading →

You walked the gleaming hall Completely comfortable And saw not gazes Of wondering faces, Who with awed sight Did love your light, For one voice clear Then held your ear Who was your dear Own husband, Frank. I, too, did … Continue reading →

Religion is man’s enemy. Religion is immoral. Religion is the worship of wishes. Religion is the devil, the one who plots against man, trying always to dethrone man’s reason.