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SONG LYRIC SUNDAY – YELLOW RIVER

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SONG LYRIC SUNDAY – YELLOW RIVER

https://helenswordsoflife.com/2017/05/27/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-52817/

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Today, for Song Lyric Sunday, we are asked to post a song about the military, for Memorial Day.

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This song, “Yellow River” is one of my favorites. I still have the 45 record of it (see photo).

It is said that the song was inspired by the thought of a soldier coming home after fighting in the Civil War. As it was released during the era of the Viet Nam war, some thought it was about a place there.

I think it is a good song, a happy song, that conveys the relief of a soldier coming home to his family and friends after a long time away, fighting for his country.

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As an Army wife for over 21 years, we are now retired. I have been, and later our children have been on the home front side, giving support for our soldier, husband, and father.I honor all those who serve in the military, whatever branch they choose. It is not easy. We knew the relief of our loved one coming home after war, when so many of our friends and families did not.

I do not like war. I am for Peace…worldwide.

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“Yellow River”, by Christie, was released as a single from the album, “Christie”, in 1970, on the labels CBS (UK) and Epic (US). It was written by Jeff Christie.

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YELLOW RIVER

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So long boy you can take my place got my papers I’ve got my pay
So pack my bags and I’ll be on my way to yellow river

Put my guns down the war is won
Fill my glass high the time has come
I’m going back to the place that I love yellow river

Yellow river yellow river is in my mind and in my eyes
Yellow river yellow river is in my blood it’s the place I love
Got no time for explanation got no time to lose
Tomorrow night you’ll find me
Sleeping underneath the moon at yellow river

Cannon fire lingers in my mind I’m so glad that I’m still alive
And I’ve been gone for such a long time from yellow river

I remember the nights were cool I can still see the water pool
And I remember the girl that I knew from yellow river

Yellow river yellow river is in my mind and in my eyes
Yellow river yellow river is in my blood it’s the place I love

Songwriters
JEFF CHRISTIE

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Lyrics found on MetroLyrics – http://www.metrolyrics.com/yellow-river-lyrics-tony-christie.html

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{
© 2017 BS

A to Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2017 – LETTER W – WINDS OF WAR/NO MORE

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A to Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2017 – LETTER W – WINDS OF WAR/NO MORE

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/2017/04/atozchallenge-4-27-2016-letter-w.html

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The Mystery Box Chickens and I wish you Peace & Love. ❤

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“Wind of Change”, by The Scorpions, was released in 1991. It was written by Klaus Meine, and appeared on the album, “Crazy World”, with the Vertigo – Mercury label.

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“We Gotta Get Out of Here”, by The Animals, was released in 1965. It is on the Columbia Graphophone (UK), and MGM (U.S.) labels. It was written by Barry Mann – Cynthia Weil.

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“War”, by Edwin Star, was released as a single from the album, “War & Peace”, in 1970. It is on the Gordy label, and was written by Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong.

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“Give Me Peace”, by George Harrison, was released in 1973 as a single from the album, “Living in the Material World”. It was written by George Harrison.

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Check back here tomorrow for the opening of the Mystery Box. The letter will be X.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

19 MILES to BAGHDAD

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19 MILES to BAGHDAD

19 miles to Baghdad,

I don’t feel so all alone…

Sometimes I get to talk to you,

Via the video-phone.

19 miles to Baghdad, and

I’m writing you this postcard,

Just to take away the fear…

Actually, it’s not so hard.

19 Miles to Baghdad, and

One thing I’ll never hear,

Is G.I.s writing home to say,

Wish you were here.

19 Miles to Baghdad, and

This I’m proud to say…

We’re over here protecting you all,

in the whole U. S. A.

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As blossoms bouquet

A smell of dirty, red wind

Immense bombs stagger

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CRY FOR PEACE

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For today’s dVerse poetry prompt, we  were asked to free-write for 9 minutes, about a time in your life. From these key words, jottings, and thoughts, we were to write our poem. I did add a few more words to the free-write, to finish. This poem takes place during the 60s and early 70s, a time I remember well.

I’d like to thank the hosts of dVerse, and wish everyone a refreshing, break. Many good wishes for the New Year…see you then! 🙂

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my free-write notes today & me, a long time ago

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CRY FOR PEACE

Flower power everywhere

Peace n Love is in the air

Stringing beads, the more the better

Waiting for an overseas letter

Folk ballads – Dylan and Joan

Writing lyrics, bringing it home

Incense n hazy days

Woodstock dreams n Hippie ways

Smokin’ music n concerts

Take a toke, it never hurts

Peace-niks and Jesus Freaks

Groovin’ to those rockin’ beats

Bell bottoms…iron our hair

Sit-ins, bed-ins, see you there

Make love, not war

What on Earth are we fightin’ for

Cry for Peace our battle cry

Does that make sense, I ask you…why

Met n married, 19…smart?

War torn, a year apart

Continue on as best I can

Scared to see an official sedan

He comes back, my true love

How I praise heaven above

Baby born/baby dies

Only seen once, with my crying eyes

Carry on our wayward life

War never ends, still there’s strife

And still we cry without cease

Still we cry

We cry for Peace

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

© 2015 BS

 

 

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Quietly, quietly drift the clouds

Far above Earth’s rowdy crowds

THUNDER

Parading stately across the sky

Painting paradise in our eye

CRASHES

Take a moment to gaze above

Fill your senses with peace and love

LIGHTNING

Imagine floating without a care

Our mortal souls are free up there

FLASHES

Beauty does our eyes behold

Orange, pink, and nature’s gold

WIND

Sunrise, sunset, and in between

Starry nights, a moonlit gleam

GNASHES

Dream along, embracing peace

Praying for all war to cease

ANGER

Pure air inhale, life’s true incense

Live and love your truth…intense…

LASHES

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This was written for dVerse Poets prompt…Peace…

dVerse Poets page can be found here

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

© 2015 BS

LITTLE DEVILS

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LITTLE DEVILS

They skittered away from me. They always do, the little devils. They are fast. I sometimes catch one, but it’s not easy.

Laughing at my attempts, they form little armies, who taunt me. I curse at them. I get angry, and stomp my feet, then find another weapon in my arsenal, hoping to one day find one that will annihilate them for good.

I’ve learned that they are tricksters. They have many hiding places, and love to skitter out at me…a surprise attack, only to disappear again. To look at them, you’d think they are innocent of any evil intent towards me. I know better, now. I’ve come to believe they have some kind of rudimentary intelligence that aids them in their mission…to drive me crazy.

The ones I’ve captured are disposed of immediately, but it hardly matters. Multiplication of their species is rapid, and they don’t mourn the loss of their comrades.

Where do they come from? How do they get in here? I don’t invite them in; I’d never do that. They are sneaky. If ever you look into the dark recesses of this place, you may catch sight of a few, caught congregating…formulating their plans. I shake my head, knowing they’ll be gone, if I run to get my chosen weapon.

They’ve been around for centuries…their kind. I’m sure of it. They are a primitive sort, yet hardy…impossible to completely wipe off the face of the Earth. I’ve dissected a few, those I’ve been lucky enough to catch. They made no sound, as I pulled and prodded them apart…even as they crumbled into nothingness. I was surprised. Their bodies seemed to disintegrate…a bit of hair, a bit of fluff…as I made sure they returned to the dirty little hell they came from. I shudder at the remembrance of it. I don’t pull them apart for curiosity’s sake, anymore.

I chased one the other day, though. It was skittering across the floor…a tiny one this time. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. I was lucky, as I had my weapon already in my hand. I smashed the bloodless bugger flat. The only witnesses were the others of it’s kind…already trapped, and on their way to their doom.

Suddenly, I sensed a slight movement, behind me. Whirling around, I dangled my latest victim in front of them. “Hah! Look at your future, you devils,” I sneered. Flinging the deceased into their midst, I scooped up the whole lot of them, before they could react. Their execution was at hand.

As today’s invaders were being disposed of, I heard their final, collective thought…”We’ll be back…”

I sighed, shaking my head, and thought…“Waging war on dust bunnies is a never ending job.”

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Hope you enjoyed this bit of short fiction! Peace }I{

© Copyright- Barbara Spencer (ghostmmnc) 2013

19 MILES TO BAGHDAD

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This poem I wrote back in 2003 has been on my mind for awhile. It was twelve years ago, at the end of March, and the beginning of April, when U.S. forces were advancing on Baghdad, Iraq. I heard a news reporter say they were 19 miles away, and the *Battle of Baghdad would begin in earnest.

19 MILES TO BAGHDAD

19 miles to Baghdad

and I don’t feel so all alone…

Sometimes I get to talk to you,

Via the video-phone.

19 miles to Baghdad, and

I’m writing you this postcard,

Just to take away the fear…

Actually, it’s not so hard.

19 Miles to Baghdad, and

One thing I’ll never hear,

Is G.I.s writing home to say,

Wish you were here.

19 Miles to Baghdad, and

This I’m proud to say…

We’re over here protecting you all,

in the whole U. S. A.

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As blossoms bouquet

A smell of dirty, red wind

Immense bombs stagger

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*Battle of Baghdad … http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Baghdad_(2003)

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