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  𝄞 🌻 Music Garden 𝄤 ❁ In his mind notes did dance roamed wildly up/down side to side of undetermined voice and flow in some corners, waiting, some did hide What was that melody coming next a random tune, just one more? Like walking in a variety of themes of those canned music shops and stores Seems that so many places seem to think hospital rings out the local pop play station something that you no longer need for the romantic rock and rolls are making So rare to hear music for adults that covers love in universal birdsom melodious opening your heart and mind to open in color like flower blossoms the sounds you hear may be taunt or free Julie, Placido, from movie or record round that has doused your head with many songs a chain of melodies, folk to classic bounds Music flowers in life loving legend laughter, joy dancing in your cranium may become that garden field clematis, Lilly, daisy, rose or geranium Enjoy the music bounci...

  His Naughty Grandma Billy’s Grandma was labeled a nasty bitch many folks indeed branded her I do recall thought of her in an ugly sharp knife way mama maybe too, who never cussed at all But let me tell you the whole truth for when I got to know her well my sweet I found that her problem was her honesty her tinkling humor did not miss a beat She would tell folks out of step with life stabbed their emotive cruel uncivil strife often it was racist kissed with high holiness as other humans they would undress Unclothe humanity as if were a dress continuing that Jim Crow ugliness kept folks of color in servile grace beneath the throne of their supreme place Oh, yes, but Grandma got us to joke about the people whom so spoke realizing they were like a two-faced squirrel eating nut thoughts that make truth whirl Turning races to negativity was wrong she said unlike the lovely quilts and clothes she sewed saw the world in dazzling color, beautiful ...

   About 3 years ago, the railway shaved the foliage  between us and the Passumpsic River.   The choir of nesting birds disbanded.   The lovely sight & music disappeared, yet to return. Dream Birdsong 🌳 The feather floated down a prayer from paradise wings chanting a quiet song to the heart for the inner bird we hear sings harmonious melody of missing flocks of winged earth angels as if to hide not in the copious bushes and trees secretly clothed in foliage track-side Although we a mountain climbs behind the rivers flows to its mother to rejoice over the damn man-made and rocky islands we do not hear birdsong, warble with voice It seems the seasons have carried new paths for them to fly away how we miss them for upon a time they came, making nest, mate and stay o please we pray to the gods of earth and all animal life to unfold once again dancing, hopping among branches & leafs with nests, fli...

Scatter Art! Standing on the floor all around Forty-one art works old & new From Japan, China, all around, by artist friends & U know who newly framed or freshly matted some of them from years past wondering, wishing to be hanging some from the wall that crashed In a sudden explosion of old plaster as men on ladders hammered outside wires and cables bringing in the world ripped down as the storm did collide It was an attack inside & out as if a target specially fashioned a storm of madness raw & wild that pushed its arduous passion on to us, as did the workmen fixing the wires back in place even when the inside fell too they said the old wall did disgrace So now, if you would love to see I invite you over for a visual play eclectic and taking a sitdown to enjoy or a gallery to enjoy the display! Just a few of the 42 is shown above just for you! © James M. Frase-White 17 July 2025 Drop an email, FB post or note here and I ...

  Monkey Breath I swear I smell bananas sweet Floating across from kitchen to dining room It mushrooms like a melon halo Around my head where it does bloom Maybe the smell of a yellow flower Do not banana blossoms scent the trees Where the forest is lush and green Oh do, sweet monkeys tell me please For there must be an ape Maybe a chimp like J. Fred Mugs Who as a kid was my buddy Always ready for some cuddle hugs And as a human chippy’panzee I know his breath smell sweet yellow For that is what our Tarzan god Would have us believe that swingin’ fella Celluloid gods did appear on the 1st TV’s Which magically bloomed in Hollywood In cowboy guise and housewife lies To sell the world a magic neighborhood Where we all could indeed get With General Mills cereal treats Sending them money for the magic Sending picture through air the feat That gathered us all as one you see Around that little black & white screen With names like A and NBC...