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“Angels In The Snow” by L. K. Thayer

Don’t toy with my affection boy
This girl don’t wanna play
You can’t say simon says
And then just steal away

Like candy from a baby
Your sweet tooth is too strong
Got lost somewhere in hide n’ seek
You hid away too long

Come out come out
Where ever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

The hula hoop spins round and round
And sometimes it falls down
You have to bend and spin again
Then you can wear the crown

Hear an ocean in a seashell
Make castles in the sand
If you feel like buried treasure
Maybe I can lend a hand

Come out come out
Wherever you are

don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow

Then Angels will appear

Jack be nimble
Jack was quick
His flame too hot
To handle
He huffed and puffed
Wasn’t enough
Could not blow out
His candle

I know it’s rough surrender please
Your tendency to stray
Be careful your impression
Will come back to you someday

Come out come out
Wherever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

Angels in the snow
Make angels in the snow

Lisa Thayer – Mouth2Mouth

Music – myspace.com/lisathayermouth2mouth

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Stevie Kalinich on “The Jazz Poets Social Club” @Elderberries tonight!

 

 

Foto by L. K. Thayer

I love the poetry
I love the people
like hungry children
like needy beggars
we ned the inspiration
to carry on
in the face of such immensity
when economies are falling
and depression is rising
and everyone says no
I say yes to keeping the language
and its many voices alive.
The word painters and the painters
with the brush
and the invisible brush of images
The prose and poems
will touch you
one for one
one for another for
certainly in our time
the end f 201
we need the voice of poets
that spoke through the beats
The Kerouac’s and Mcheline;s
of the world
who are now blooming
to keep poetry alive
is to keep life alive
while poets write
and painters paint
and doers do
there is hope for the world
for they will never
silence these voices
and we will rise
a sisterhood a brotherhood
rise up against oppression
and hatred.
We will plant the seeds
for peace
and revolution
wherever the soul is violated
and mankind’s needs
are pushed under.
Keep the poem alive
and God Damn come tonight.
There is something for you here
whoever you are.
LOve
Stevie

Stephen John Kalinich

Elderberries Cafe, Hollywood, CA

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

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“all the way home” by Thayer/Ferry

he just kept playin’ and blowin’ his blue notes

into the echos of his emptiness

hitting notes of all our

emptiness

as we listened to our heart strings

and our matter of factness

being  pulled back

we would forget what time it was

cause it stopped mattering

as his belly blew the melancholy

reaching right through us

reaching deep into us

reaching each other

as he took us

all the way home

L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

© 2010

“Praises From A Tenor Sax” by L. K. Thayer

Photo of L. K. Thayer by Sandra Carlson

like salt on a bloodsucker
recoiling, shriveling
paralyzed fits of punishing
pawnshop

reuniting
with the sell-out
the down and out
muck and mire choir
singing
praises from a tenor sax
and a song
you can’t let go of

fill the loving cup
and drink it dry
try to stay away
but you can’t fight
the pull
of the taffy

you get stuck in the
sweetness
and you wanna
die
happy

L. K. Thayer
© 2010



John Lennon “Strawberry Fields”

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Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn’t matter much to me.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can’t you know tune in but it’s all right, that is I think it’s not too bad.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

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Always, no sometimes, think it’s me, but you know I know when it’s a dream.
I think I know I mean a ‘Yes’ but it’s all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Lyric by John Lennon

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“The Paper Sleeve” by Jaymie Thorne

i watched him place it
with care upon the player
turntable spinning backwards
taking me back in time
raised arms steeped us in music
looking for hidden pictures
on the colorful covers
adding doodles to make it mine
lyrics repeating until
memorized, the song was owned
listening for secret sounds
that made it onto the tracks
switching speeds to change the mood
lip synching to known scratches
all the things he would never know
in quite the same way
i love that he took great care
slipping it back in the paper sleeve

Photo & Poem by Jaymie Thorne

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