Holiday Dedications
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No matter how long our loved ones are gone or how many miles come between us
this time of year brings them back to us....
brings them close in heart.
This song is my Pops
I can see his twinkling eyes, his ruddy red cheeks,
hear his pretend slide trombone played along with Louie
smell his cologne and hold his hand
this ones for you Pops
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZ-xfh75 ... re=related
love you forever
this time of year brings them back to us....
brings them close in heart.
This song is my Pops
I can see his twinkling eyes, his ruddy red cheeks,
hear his pretend slide trombone played along with Louie
smell his cologne and hold his hand
this ones for you Pops
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZ-xfh75 ... re=related
love you forever
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It could be distant
Christmas lights
In the whiteout
Of fog and snow
Or a rumnog concoction
Burrowing fuzzy tendrils
Through this pickled brain
But I find myself
On the verge
Of wistful recollections
Dare I say
Even nostalgia
Stained memories
Of lost lovers and friends
Reopened
For the first time and
Having never looked back
Surprised to see them
Burning so clear
Forgotten gift exchanges
Right hand mates
And boastful toasts
Unwrapping before
My very eyes
While amounting to
A ghostly sensation
I have zero use for
Because
It doesn't change a thing
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...a lover and a fighter.
"I'm at least half a bum" Rocky Balboa
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Edmonton, AB. September 5th, 2005
Vancouver, BC. April 3rd, 2008
Calgary,AB. August 8th, 2009
This one is for my Big Sister, Blythe, gone six Christmas' now. She was the rock for us girls growing up, the Tomboy who could roller skate and ice skate. She rode horses and worked at the stables.
Studied Interior Design, cut hair, baked delicious treats and could put anyone to shame on the dance floor
This a favorite song of her's http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-idDbIfGvw
miss you, love you dearly
This ones for you..We all miss ya!
and I wished for so long...
I cannot stay
All the precious moments...
Cannot stay
It's not like wings have fallen...
I cannot say
Without you something is missing...
I cannot say
Holding hands of daughters and sons
In their phase they're falling down
Down, down, down
I have wished for so long...
How I wish for you again
Will I walk the long road?
I cannot stay
There's no need to say goodbye
Oh, the friends and family...
All the memories going round
Round, round round...
I have wished for so long...
How I wished for you today
And the wind keeps rollin'
And the sky keeps turning grey
And the sun is set
The sun will rise another day
I have wished for so long...
How I wish for you today
I have wished for so long...
How I wish for you today
Will I walk the long road?
We all walk the long road
I got memories. I got shit so much it don't show."
How long must she stand
Before the ground, it gives way
To an endless fall
She can feel this
War on her face
Stars on her pillow
Folding in darkness
Begging for slumber
I'm not blind
I can see it coming
Looks like lightning
In my child's eye
I'm not frantic
I can feel it coming
Violently shakes
My body
Her son's slanted
Always giving her
The sideways eye
An empty chair where dad sits
How loud can silence get?
And mom, she reassures
To contain him
But it's becoming a lie
She tells herself
And everyone else
Father is risking
His life for our freedoms
I'm not blind
I can see it coming
Looks like lightning
In my childs eye
I'm not frantic
I can feel it coming
Darling you'll save me
If you save yourself
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkYt71dKbIg
One of your faves.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fG_P5TMt87k
all my friends here,.. and across the world that I don't get to see often enough,.. or sometimes don't make
enough time for,... or have managed to push away.
my family ,... and those that time has replaced.
I miss and love you all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ex8skOBObmU
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Here's a shout out to some old pals miles away! I know it's been years
but you live in my heart and thoughts daily
Remembering crazy times, good music and lots of shrimp!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9I6QMyGiBU Those were the days my friends!
At least us old fucks....
Should remember this one......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NT5Ohgl7eTM
Till there aint nothing left worth taking away from me.....
thanks for the memories!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8i1E9GR2v4
Mothers... the heart of Christmas! The warmth and good smells from the kitchen.
The carefully wrapped gifts, bows tied, glitter sprinkled, the loving messages on the gift tags.
The stockings placed and the help given with the cookies and milk for Santa!
The story read...'The Night Before Christmas' and music box wound. The tucking in and the 'sweet dreams'.
Cheers to you Mama, thanks for all you did to make our Christmas' so special
This one's for you!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g4lY8Y3eoo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yon2YuXssvo
Till there aint nothing left worth taking away from me.....
Or these guys.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBPcoI4O ... re=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rW1oVdOxKko
Snoopy doesnt say a word....
But he is hilarious!!!
hehehehehehe
Till there aint nothing left worth taking away from me.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhWpFIeg ... re=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jlf---13Q0g
Till there aint nothing left worth taking away from me.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOCZnol7 ... re=related
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
The world seems small for all the love you give. Bless your heart! I feel you across the miles. Merry Christmas Brother!
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwxcFmToim8
I have never cried over it eventhough we were as close as close can be... although one line from light years always gets me close...
I figured out numbers and what they're for... Dad was an accountant and I think would have been proud that I have succeeded in his field and I too figured out numbers and what they're for...
It's sad that he never got to meet his grand kids, two of whom are his spitting image...
I lost a large chunk of myself that night and it took having a family to get it back...
I always do enjoy the fact that people the world over are celebrating their families the night my dad died, because I do the same in his memory.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LjOrTOiyDI
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Edna St. Vincent Millay - The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver
"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"you've need of clothes to cover you,
and not a rag have I.
"There's nothing in the house
To make a boy breeches,
Nor shears to cut a cloth with,
Nor thread to take stitches.
"There's nothing in the house
But a loaf-end of rye,
And a harp with a woman's head
Nobody will buy,"
And she began to cry.
That was in the early fall.
When came the late fall,
"Son," she said, "the sight of you
Makes your mother's blood crawl,—
"Little skinny shoulder-blades
Sticking through your clothes!
And where you'll get a jacket from
God above knows.
"It's lucky for me, lad,
Your daddy's in the ground,
And can't see the way I let
His son go around!"
And she made a queer sound.
That was in the late fall.
When the winter came,
I'd not a pair of breeches
Nor a shirt to my name.
I couldn't go to school,
Or out of doors to play.
And all the other little boys
Passed our way.
"Son," said my mother,
"Come, climb into my lap,
And I'll chafe your little bones
While you take a nap."
And, oh, but we were silly
For half and hour or more,
Me with my long legs,
Dragging on the floor,
A-rock-rock-rocking
To a mother-goose rhyme!
Oh, but we were happy
For half an hour's time!
But there was I, a great boy,
And what would folks say
To hear my mother singing me
To sleep all day,
In such a daft way?
Men say the winter
Was bad that year;
Fuel was scarce,
And food was dear.
A wind with a wolf's head
Howled about our door,
And we burned up the chairs
And sat upon the floor.
All that was left us
Was a chair we couldn't break,
And the harp with a woman's head
Nobody would take,
For song or pity's sake.
The night before Christmas
I cried with cold,
I cried myself to sleep
Like a two-year old.
And in the deep night
I felt my mother rise,
And stare down upon me
With love in her eyes.
I saw my mother sitting
On the one good chair,
A light falling on her
From I couldn't tell where.
Looking nineteen,
And not a day older,
And the harp with a woman's head
Leaned against her shoulder.
Her thin fingers, moving
In the thin, tall strings,
Were weav-weav-weaving
Wonderful things.
Many bright threads,
From where I couldn't see,
Were running through the harp-strings
Rapidly,
And gold threads whistling
Through my mother's hand.
I saw the web grow,
And the pattern expand.
She wove a child's jacket,
And when it was done
She laid it on the floor
And wove another one.
She wove a red cloak
So regal to see,
"She's made it for a king's son,"
I said, "and not for me."
But I knew it was for me.
She wove a pair of breeches
Quicker than that!
She wove a pair of boots
And a little cocked hat.
She wove a pair of mittens,
Shw wove a little blouse,
She wove all night
In the still, cold house.
She sang as she worked,
And the harp-strings spoke;
Her voice never faltered,
And the thread never broke,
And when I awoke,—
There sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder,
Looking nineteeen,
And not a day older,
A smile about her lips,
And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
Frozen dead.
And piled beside her
And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king's son,
Just my size.
For my friend Deborah, who died a senseless tragic death in April, I miss you so much, you have no idea. This was her favorite. She used to say Eddie could sing about corn flakes and it would still be good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkR0ZWIbfjg
I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice, but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off your Camaro's hood
I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down
I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...
I wish...
I wish you were still with us. :(
heaven forbid
this one is for Boomer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBdzigXa5jE
Thank you everyone for sharing these heartfelt feelings.
It is a beautiful time of the year for love!