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Up in the Morning 3:070:00/3:07
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Borderline 5:150:00/5:15
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Strong Love 3:560:00/3:56
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John Riley 4:200:00/4:20
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Skull Hill 3:300:00/3:30
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Song of the Turtle 5:060:00/5:06
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The Crow 5:240:00/5:24
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Midnight in the Rain 7:300:00/7:30
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The Rowan Tree 7:000:00/7:00
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Son of David 3:220:00/3:22
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Good to Go 3:120:00/3:12
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Wake Up the World 3:410:00/3:41
Thursday March 28, AD 2024
Louisville, Kentucky
Latitude: 36 50’ 28" N Longitude: -84 51’ 01" W
469 feet above sea level
Sunrise: 7:31 Sunset: 8:03
Then, (since “life is not fair”) I commended mirth,
because a man hath no better thing under the sun,
than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry: for that
shall abide with him of his labor. - Ecclesiastes 8:15
Back to Work
Our father, strength of the sky, in hope
that your reputation be clean, your movement noted,
your pleasure accomplished on the ground as it is
in the sky; see that everyone has enough to eat today,
and pick us up, put us back to work as we have done
for everyone in our way. Don't lead us off into deep water
to see what we'll do but snatch us away
from disaster and from rot.
Words & Music, Sincerity & Roots
Previous events
The First Street Sessions
Video - Front Porch Friday 4/17/20 - Skull Hill (click it)
Crocuses' Lament
The time of year had come
for crocuses to bloom
and kings to bomb their neighbors
to take what they couldn't have
and prance about on high horses
The prudent would evacuate
Soldiers would fight bravely
shoot down helicopters
then retreat into the forest
to plan the resistance
surprise the kings men
w/ their lack of welcome
while peacemakers gathered body parts
& delivered them to the embassy
A dainty dish, then they danced
in the street, were arrested & tortured
Never give up. Fear only Being
The determinant of whether or not
your life has been wasted. Hold hands
and sing. Lift your hands in wonder
aware that you are breathing creatures
The crocuses are up while the world
looks on aghast and continues
to drive thru' blood for cheap gas
World leaders & business men
step away from the trough
grieve their loss of revenue
with crocuses in bloom & gardens
waiting patiently to be planted
in sunflowers & sugar beets this year
Prayer for Ukraine
I wrote a poem. It was liked & loved, commented upon & shared but it had no arms, no hands or feet.
I tho't, "Prayer can do more than this."
Thick mud, powerful lightening, messengers w/ fiery swords stood in the road, fighters protected their home w/ consciousness of strength, peace to die and trust that something about this horror would move the world toward an end & a beginning.
I saw people walking, a few then hundreds, then thousands of millions walking across Ukraine & on into Moscow while others converged from every direction; all the people of the world, people of faith willing to die,
walking with their hands up or hands joined w/ other hands, singing, chanting, maybe just walking quietly, taking in the scenery, meeting soldiers from both sides; human mother’s sons & daughters.
The doctors, the providers of food, the reporters & cameras were already there; the prayers praying, the givers of money already giving, soldiers arriving from foreign countries to put flesh & blood on the line.
The borders were opened & we were given shoes.
We walked across Ukraine & on into Moscow, meeting people, making friends; all good people of the world gathered there.
The cruel tyrant came out & went quietly tho’ with his shoulders still back and that smile. Maybe some day, if he lived long enough, he would respond to reality and to mercy and be strong enough to carry his weakness and be of some use.
(The way of Manifest Destiny has been going for thousands of years. Jesus & Gandhi & Dr. King have shown us how to end it.)
Pumpkin Seed Relief
So light, I had to look
to see if you were still there
Lying on my third finger--
a tiny football,
No laces, gray green.
I left you on the desk, my
beloved object,
Had to go back for you
before I did the dishes.
Then, I forgot you until
after the news hour
When I came down to make
popcorn and drinks.
I put my hand in
my pocket
And, there you were,
smooth with potential.
I noticed you again the next afternoon
while my wife spoke of her progress.
You felt safe there and I rolled you
between my fingers.
Till the End of My Days
I snuck into the kitchen where the clarinet bit me.
I'll hobble till the end of my days.