random but apropos

most mornings, but certainly not all, the Hub will select a volume of poetry nearest him, flick open the pages and land upon "the poem of the day." below is today's; and it's tasty!

Champagne Rosé!
Lily on liquid roses floating--
So floats yon foam o'er pink champagne--
Fain would I join such pleasant boating,
And prove that ruby main,
And float away on wine!

Those seas are dangerous, grabeards swear--
Whose sea-beach is the goblet's brim;
And true it is they down old Care--
But what care we for him,
So we but float on wine!

And tru it is they cross in pain,
Who sober cross the Stygian ferry;
But only make our Styx champagne,
And we shall cross right merry,
Floating away in wine!

Old Charon's self shall make him mellow,
then gayly row his boat from shore;
While we, and every jovial fellow,
Hear, unconcerned, the oar,
That dips itself in wine!

John Kenyon

{from The Household Book of Poetry, selected and edited by Charles A. Dana ... crumbling and falling apart as it is, still offering up gems!}

love songs, part I

"Soon Yi was a pilot in the nationally known
Amazing ladies of the outer ozone
She didn't have no kids she didn't have no time
She was a woman of her word, she was a fighter of crime
She looked good in a hat, she had a natural way
With tools and no car she went to UCLA

And everybody said she was as crazy as a loon
And she was a girl she'd spend every afternoon
Sitting in her backyard pretending to be
A fighter ace in the Japanese military
She liked to make up her mind, she kept her feet in the air
She wore her heart on her sleeve, cause she'd found it there

And it was all well and good until she met this young man
A young pilot named steve with a beautiful tan
He spoke english and french and swam like a swan
He had a mouth full of teeth and more style than Cézanne
He could talk to the bees, he could breathe in the air
He wore his heart on his sleeve, cause he'd found it there

And they'd sit in the trees and they'd talk thru the night
While the blind moon swam in the pale starry light
And they talked and they crowed and they told what they knew
It was better than beer, it was all strange and new
There was grass all around, there was black up above
It was more than hello, it was something like love

And I don't know why life, it seems to be
So hard for dreamers like you and me
When love is, love is, love is everywhere"

Bob Schneider
Love is Everywhere / I'm Good Now

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