{"id":71475,"date":"2011-11-17T00:43:28","date_gmt":"2011-11-17T05:43:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/71475\/life-words-unsung\/"},"modified":"2011-11-17T00:43:28","modified_gmt":"2011-11-17T05:43:28","slug":"life-words-unsung","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/71475\/life-words-unsung\/","title":{"rendered":"LIFE WITHOUT WORDS UNSUNG"},"content":{"rendered":"


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LIFE WITHOUT WORDS UNSUNG<\/span><\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Wait dont leave until the last song is sung <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Cause I wanna see the fat lady sing<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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The blood spilling like secrets into soil <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Evening fell equivocal dissembling<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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As the frolicking falsetto singing murderers blood began to boil<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Ever since my stunned soul has been trembling<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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They lived where they pleased and made their own fun <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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The place where all their stocking are hung <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Now six kids later they all live under a bridge in Washington <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Raindrops gathered and glistened in the forgotten sun on that cold stormy day of autumn <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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And all the leaves were stack in a bundle laid out to dry in the sun<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Batter plopped and spattered then hissed in the skillet as the cook began to hum <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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She cried out his name to the blazing sun and ran to the meadow where the horses run<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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They all got together had big a picnic and sat out in the sun and drank some rum <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Oh Englebert! she screeched into the wind whipping her torn blouse as she pointed her gun<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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As gentle waves lapped and played the silent shore just slipped away <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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No one want to play where theres no water to play <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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So they all just stay away till the rains came that very next day <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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The burdocks rustled in the ravine by the shore <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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As the screeching gulls joined in to play <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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I joined in the night music with a gentle snore <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Caught in the web of lies that you spun knowing that judgement had already begun with no where to hide and no where to run waiting as you watch your whole world come undone <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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And turn up side it did when eve ate that apple every thing went haywire and came unspun <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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A tender verse unsung <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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To some its all that really matters <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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To some its just another foul <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Reaching for a special goal <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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With or without regard for anyone else <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Maifesting all our dreams a reality <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Love is the blooming flower
\nLove is the colors
\nOf a rainbow
\nFloating on a serene lake
\nLove is the dawn
\nThat brings hope
\nLove is the evening
\nThat send us to mysterious oblivion
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\nTo love again<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Come over to my FB now \"\" \"\" \"\" you can do NOTES there instead of blogs. \"\" \"\" <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Note to self why do a note when you can do a poem here and share in the collab and friendly good cheer <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Notes Blogs what ever just so it gits the job done \":wink:\" \":lol:\" <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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And Id like to think together we can make the poetry fun <\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————————– \u00a9 November 16 , 2o11<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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