Dedicate a Song or Poem

[Silkie McDonough]

"Me and My Shadow"

For a friend and the friends shadow.

[BriarRose Kildare]

For all ye Halloween Lover's

"The Monster Mash"

then followed up with

"Thriller"

[Red Cat Jenny]

Searching period slang I came across this ditty

There was a young fellow named Sydney

Who drank till he ruined his kidney.

It shrivelled and shrank

As he sat there and drank,

But he had a good time at it, didn't he.

[DON MARQUIS, )

It made me giggle...

[BriarRose Kildare]

A continuation for all ye Halloween Lover's

"Bad Moon Rising"

"Ghost Riders In The Sky"

"Ghostbusters"

"Witchy Woman"

"Mary Jane's Last Dance"

[Red Cat Jenny]

Charlie Brown music..The Great Pumpkin is on!

[BriarRose Kildare]

Don't Fear the Reaper

for my loved one's who have crossed over.

[Jacky Tar]

Fer me friends here at the pub, ye certainly hav 'Taken me there...'

Take Me There by Rascal Flatts

Ransom an Red Cat, ye can plug yer ears (it's country music).

http://youtube.com/watch?v=pVy0HikXvCw

[BriarRose Kildare]

"We Are Family"......to my friends who are truly family to me.

[BriarRose Kildare]

They make them believe,

according to the Proverbe,

that gloe wormes are lanterns,

and that the moon is made of greene Cheese.

-Stefano Guazzo, 1574

Magic, Wonder and Imagination all go hand in hand.

BriarRose

[Matusalem]

Magic, Wonder and Imagination all go hand in hand.

BriarRose, You sure got that right! I see bumper stickers that say "Imagination is more important than knowledge"....which, unfortunately I disagree.

Imagination and knowledge feed off eath other equally. I had a professor from Rhode lsland School of Design tell me that, without knowledge, imagination has nothing to draw from. I equated this to my childhood experience with legos. For exmple If you equate one bit of knowledge with one lego, and then suppose someone said to you "here's five Legos...build me as many masterpieces as you can". The result would be infinately different than if someone gave you one hundred legos and told you the same thing.

On an off-note, I heard an interesting lyric today a song from Monks of Doom (same guys as Camper van Beethoven, if anyone remembers them)

"If the Devil speaks, I'll bite my tongue/If God speaks, I'll hold my breath"

[BriarRose Kildare]

Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again.

- A.E.Houseman

Once in the dream of a night I stood

Lone in the light of a magical wood,

Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;

And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,

And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,

And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed

In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

Excerpt from: Song of a Dream

Sarojini Naidu

[Red Cat Jenny]

When I was very wee...I was often sung to sleep with this song. It's very dear to me.

I still have the rocking chair I was rocked to sleep in.

Over in Killarney,

Many years ago,

Me mither sang a song to me

In tones so sweet and low.

Just a simple little ditty,

In her good ould Irish way,

And I'd give the world if she could sing

That song to me this day.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Hush, now don't you cry!

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

That's an Irish lullaby.

Oft, in dreams I wander

To that cot again,

I feel her arms a huggin' me

As when she held me then.

And I hear her voice a humin'

To me as in days or yore,

When she used to rock me fast asleep

Outside the cabin door.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Hush, now don't you cry!

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

Too-ra-loo-ra-li,

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

That's an Irish lullaby.

sigh...

[BriarRose Kildare]

Ah, ya just gave me happy memories of me mom..when she would sing to me...this song is dear to me heart.....

Moon River

Wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style

Some day...

Old dream maker

You heart breaker

Wherever you're going

I'm going your way...

Two drifters

Off to see the world

There's such a lot of world

To see...

We're after the same rainbow's end

Waiting around the bend

My Huckleberry friend

Moon River and me...

[BriarRose Kildare]

I Found My Thrill On Blueberry Hill.....

[Misson]

I see bumper stickers that say "Imagination is more important than knowledge"....which, unfortunately I disagree. 

Imagination and knowledge feed off eath other equally.  I had a professor from Rhode lsland School of Design tell me that, without knowledge, imagination has nothing to draw from.

Yes, this is true. People who study creativity talk about the "Eureka!" moment when someone just instantaneously comes up with a terrific solution to a a problem or new idea, but that discounts all the knowledge acquisition and skills preparation required to have that moment. It's sort of a curious thing to me, because it basically means that we can't be creative without socialization.

This is what I propose "knowledge" basically is - organized socialization of a creature into its world or, more properly stated, its environment. Without the environment (external stimulus) there can be no knowledge. What we call "knowledge" is just understanding how things work in the environment in which we exist. If we were to be instantaneously placed into an entirely different environment that shared little or nothing with our current environment, we would find we had no knowledge whatsoever and, depending on how much the environment shared with the one we previously existed, might find we were as ignorant and helpless as a newborn! (Amazing, isn't it? Of course, trying to imagine such an environment is curiously limited by our "knowledge." It just gets worse from here, folks.)

I was just reading something that proposed that all internal (or self) knowledge is just applying socialized "external-world" concepts to our internal-world mental processes. Without socialization, you wouldn't have the necessary framework upon which to base your judgments or realizations about yourself - which are the core of of self-realization. The author further proposes that if we had a completely different external environment, our self-knowledge would probably take a completely different form and we would not be who we are. (Mind boggling, isn't it?) I don't know if that's true or not (still thinking on it), but even if it isn't completely true, there is definitely an aspect of truth. You have to have something to start with and the environment supplies that through input (or socialization). Without that, how could you understand anything, even yourself?

Or, as Foghorn Leghorn put it:

"Two nothins is nothin'! That's math a matics, son. You can argue with me, but ya' can't argue with figures! Two half nothins is a whole nothin!"

[Red Cat Jenny]

There IS Helen Keller......

Well Mission, as this is for song or Poem I'll add music for you

heh the ever cheesy but oddly appropriate "Stranger in paradise "

Oh why do the leaves

Of the Mulberry tree

Whisper differently now

And why is the nightingale singing

At noon on the Mulberry bow

For some most mysterious reason

This isn't the garden I know

You could agree or disagree with both arguments..

What drives me nuts in this category? trying to imagine what's outside of space..and what's outside of that.....yeah.. even if it doubles back on itself like a big roll of taffy, .....what's outside of that?

[BriarRose Kildare]

Aye, there is Helen Keller, and had it not been for Annie Sullivan, she would remained in a prison of darkness, silence and ignorance. However, before there was a Helen Keller, there was another young girl named Laura Bringham, who was blind, deaf, and had no sense of smell. In certain respects she was the reason that the sign language Annie Sullivan used to teach Helen Keller was devised.

Here is a poem written by Helen Keller when she was only 13 years old.

[Misson]

Helen Keller had a sense of touch. She had input and thus sensed her environment. This is how Sullivan taught her to sign, in fact - placing objects in her hand and forming the sign equivalent with Keller's own hands. There is no way to communicate with someone who has no sensation of their environment. (Well, no non-mystical -and thus provable- way.)

Songs and poems. I confess, I listen primarily to instrumental music and sometimes make fun of poetry outright. I'm a fan of prose - reading and writing it. (As you may have noticed. ) So I have nothing to offer here...maybe I should have started responding in the Mastering Things thread.

[Red Cat Jenny]

Ahhh Mission, just funnin wit ya! You did have me confused as to which thread I was in but hey it had already drifted off topic. Still an interesting question.

Now for something fun and silly with a great catchy riff!

"I Want Candy " by Bow Wow Wow

[BriarRose Kildare]

For Vetrans Day.

You Are Not Forgotten

Looking through an hourglass,

to a time where some remain,

who look upon their shatter lives,

shadows cast up their dreams,

They wander how they lost so much,

Their lives forever changed,

Some seemed to have lost sanity,

Their cries forever ring..

They saw their friends and family die,

Their cries were never herd,

And even now their faces show,

For the cause they had was great

None thought twice to give their lives,

To preserve what they thought right,

So that their children and those to come,

Might see our freedom bright..

But now as time has traveled on,

Their works are not forgot,

The battles that they fought and won,

The battles that they lost..

We Look at all you gave to us,

A reminder of our past,

That all we have It cost a price,

You paid on our behalf...

You are not forgotten...

"... To the soldiers who have fought and died to defend our country and the freedom we hold so dear..."

BY: Mike Spears

[Jacky Tar]

To those who are willing to do what's right, no matter how unpopular it might be!

Defying Gravity from Wicked

http://youtube.com/watch?v=TNv6cFUvU9s

[BriarRose Kildare]

Happy Thanksgiving to All!

“Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire

To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;

Blest that abode, where want and pain repair,

And every stranger finds a ready chair;

Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crowned,

Where all the ruddy family around

Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,

Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale;

Or press the bashful stranger to his food,

And learn the luxury of doing good.”

**Oliver Goldsmith, The Traveler

[Red Cat Jenny]

Has to be Holly Jolly Christmas....it's just not Christmas without that one. Sigh....grew up with it

[Matusalem]

Has to be Holly Jolly Christmas....it's just not Christmas without that one. Sigh....grew up with it 

You mean with Burl Ives, right?

[Red Cat Jenny]

Sigh..yes.

My mom still has the well worn green and white striped album.

You just need Burl Ives for Christmas to be here