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"ukes" poems
a commune back home not hippie buy 300, no 500 acres great land in Codroy or misty high hilled Avalon built great big house wraparound porch beset by rocking chair by the sea yet in the woods at end of road all brown dirt growing gardens, herb and vegetable pulling weeds but keeping good green **** brewing beer by own hand group work but not always group think friends lovers writers growers givers all come to stay making great pots of stew and strange brews awakening brought far from Peruvian Torch homeland telling stories all somehow great fables and anecdotes for life and living and love and everything that's good in the long run at night over bottles on beaches by fires we worry these are funeral pyres for our great little social experiment fear of leaving loving womb of isolated salt fish by sea commune real world so crass&brash; an unctuous affair where here instead guitars, ukes silly screaming little buddhas recite poems by gleaming eye fireside
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
gleaming eye fireside buddhas
Garden afternooning People all around Music in the air We're chilling on the ground Popcorn and coffee Guitars and Ukes Picnic blankets People sitting in twos The sounds are warm Resonant and rich Filling the air for the sake of the poor Hearts gathered together From all walks of life To find out how we can give more New connections made Awesome talent shared A good cause funded Now we're more aware So the garden was filled Our hearts were grown God's Kingdom was furthered So little hearts will know More love of the Father, The Author of this show
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
Garden Sounds
So you like to drink in the bars, Or swill moonshine from old pickle jars; You could be far worse off than you are, You know you coulda been a dork. A dork's a mammalian who digs in his nose, His *** passes gas as he goes; He has greasy hair and picks at his wart, He plays with his  ***** burbs and snorts. So if you like to spit, pick and hork, You're on your way to be a dork. Or would you rather drink in the bars, And swill moonshine from old pickle jars; You could be far worse off than you are, You know you coulda been a nerd. Nerds are mammalians in Bermuda shorts, Sandals with knee-high socks; He's awkward and clumsy and out of step, If we turn East, the nerd turns West. If you don't want treatment like a **** Then stop acting like a nerd. Or would you rather drink in the bars, Swilling moonshine from old pickle jars; You could be far worse off than you are, You don't wanna be a goof. A goof's a mammalian kiddie diddler, A rat, a punk, a toothless skinner; He's in jail to keep us safe, But in protective custody for his own sake. So if you don't heed the law and you're a **** You'll do well when you're a goof. Some solid guys aren't behind bars, We play ukes, guitars and cards; We're on stools in our local bars, Seeing ourselves as Avatars, While getting pickled in our jars.
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
Swilling From a Jar (Sung to "Swinging On a Star")
I will be strong but im only human I will do my best but im only human I will always be here but im only human I will be understanding but im only human I will be waiting but im only human #ukes
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Im only human