NPR Tiny Desk Concerts are inside looks at performers and this one is especially fun. I can’t decide if I like the second or third song best. What do you think? I hope you enjoy it.
https://www.npr.org/2020/07/09/888764856/jacob-collier-tiny-desk-home-concert?jwsource=cl
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Sitting in the doorway, mother by her side
Evicted by authority
Now they have no place to hide
Small dirty belongings surround them
All that they could grab
Before forcibly removed from what they used to have
This is her future and her past
No childhood dreams of a ballet dance
She’s nine years old and she never had a chance.
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https://godoggocafe.com/2020/07/14/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-july-14-2020/
Waking to blue light from the desktop
I turn over and settle in lapis cotton softness
See the turquoise blue of your eyes—how amazing
We snuggle together until sunlight insists we rise
For a morning walk under the bluebird hued sky umbrella above.
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https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/13/quadrille-107-blue-monday/#like-20055
Identity is shown at first in your appearance. Your expression, your clothes, all an attitude you put forth in greeting someone new. What they see is how they interpret what you think. Like it or not, until they hear what you think, your appearance is what they go on.
A comedian I’ve shared here before has some thoughts on the subject of airport dress. In “days of old” (you might think) if you were traveling, you wore a dress, a suit, or at the very least, a pressed fabric. This comedian suggests people wear pajamas now, and I admit, I see pajamas everywhere today.
Don’t get me wrong. Since I’m in a wheelchair I never wear dresses, it’s too much fabric to get caught in the wheels. I dress comfortably but no pajamas or sweats in public. I like to see other people dressed well and no, I don’t like seeing wrinkled outfits or stained or dirty clothing. And cover your butts ladies, I don’t care to see your private parts on display. Wear what you want at home, but show your dignity in public, please.
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http://www.cc.com/video-clips/fcv21u/comedy-central-presents-casual-dress
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https://amanpan.com/2020/07/13/eugis-weekly-prompt-identity-july-13-2020/
A vision of the future seen here with a twist from Ancient Greece illustrated by the sway of the fabric as it lustfully clings to the bodies of the catwalk parade. Even in stiletto heels they maintain, attended by the rhathymia of the crowd, who wish they too could be as modelesque as the vision perceived. The stick figured forms never slump and have no smiles–even a hint of one is wiped from their eyes in black pencil.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/13/wordle-198/#like-20283
If you want to sit back, enjoy a delightful legendary story played by two of the most beautiful actors ever, watch “The Mask of Zorro” starting Antonio Banderas, Anthony Hopkins and Catherine Zeta-Jones. Heroes, villains, action, beauty and more.
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Oh for the days of youth
The days of freedom to explore
Crawling around on grass
Could there be anything more
Inviting than a strange object
We might see that it is a stick
After close inspection I must give it a lick
Hmmm, not too bad but I was expecting more
Away with it, I say. I’m off again to explore more.
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Sorry about quality of video. Morning soccer practice.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/12/sunday-writing-prompt-ode-12th-july/
The large stain on the chimney proved there were oftentimes spent in the glow of a fireplace inside. Wanting to relax, the residents tried to wave off the chain of thrumming racket coming from the street. They realized a stint listening to the score from Tchaikovsky’s “1812 Overture” dulling the outside din seemed to help.
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A shirt, I ask, where did you get it
So loud and bright I can’t forget it
Emblazoned with such words of hate
I think you may be tempting fate
Why not instead wear something milder
Where onlookers might listen milder
Not immediately assume
In your heart you have no room.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/09/tale-weaver-283-shirt-july-9th/
Once again you stretch before me
Beckoning with that sun drenched green
I need to follow, escape for a time
And walk this grey worn path to free my mind again.
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