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Nightowl's Sparkle in the Dark, and Sleep in the Day
Nightowl's Sparkle in the Dark, and Sleep in the Day
It’s Not Dark Yet; duets.me.bob.recording146Hello to all of my readers. As some of you know, I’ve been working on a book for a long time, but , finally the time has come when I have finished the prep work and am sending it to the publisher. Before he starts his own lengthly process, I want to print here an excerpt from the book. I hope you enjoy the story, but please note, the book is a combination of stories, and poetry. All the stories and poetry are based on real life events, and all are copy right and may not be used without written permission.
The reason for the printing of this story is explained in the book.
What the Blind Man Saw
One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
He came and killed those two dead boys
One bright day in the middle of the night
As I was walkin’ up the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh how I wish he’d go away
Jaybird sittin’ on a hickory limb
He winked at me and I winked at him
His eyes were red and his teeth were green
Sat there pickin’ on a tambourine
One bright day in the middle of the night
A monkey and a flea and three blind mice
Sat on a curbstone shootin’ dice
The monkey did a flip and fell on the flea
The flea said, “Whoops, there’s a monkey on me”
A Twinkie and a Tastykake knockin’ at the door
They just come from the mini-mart store
The lady went upstairs to get her gun
Should-a seen the Twinkie and the Tastykake run
One bright day in the middle of the night
As I was walkin’ down the street
Who do ya think I chanced to meet?
It was Godzilla and old King Kong
Stompin’ on buildings and singin’ a song
Red and blue and delicate green
The King can’t catch it ‘n’ neither can the Queen
Bring it in the house through the ‘lectric socket
Catch a rainbow and put it in your pocket
One bright day in the middle of the night
If you don’t believe these lies are true
Ask the blind man; He saw it too.
Folklore – no known author – many different versions found
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New Video by Anightowl
Late last week, someone who was very influential in my Life and became a close friend, was struck by a car, while crossing the street. He was on his way home to check on my dear friend, his wife, who was ill. His death was instant and painless, to him. Those who loved him and his family are left with the pain. For them, I grieve.
For them, I made the video, “Our Father” and this piece of art.
Drawings (Color)) with Pen and Ink – YouTube.
You will find at the click of this link, a short video with beautiful quiet music that gives you a glimpse into my drawing journal.
Enjoy the drawings.
Some of you have expressed a desire to know my motivation’s behind the making of the videos that I do. I respect the request and am going to go back through the post’s and tell you where the “muse” came from to make certain videos.
This one is a little complicated, so I will start with it for the first explanation. The original intent was a request by a family member to make a video to be used at the New Orleans funeral of her husband, who had died quite suddenly. I’ve been to funerals in that city, and know that they are a little bit different, so in my artistic endeavors, made an effort to include things like the skeletons, rising from the earth through the clouds to heaven. Maybe there was a touch of humor there, but then, I always have a touch of humor in all my work, you sometimes have to really look to find it, but it is there, always.
The underlying reason that I chose this particular song, is that I am in an ongoing, very hurtful and very non productive discussion with my own siblings regarding some things that happened many years ago in our family. I discovered that, although they say not, there is no question that they do, in fact, still consider me the “black sheep” of the family, and are just now bringing up things that they assumed were happening so many years ago, twenty five to thirty years ago, to be exact. When I first read them, I wrote a fiery answer, which, as is my practice, I held and did not send. And then wrote another, again holding it. By the time I got to the third one, it was very short, kind and turned out to be a poem, which I will post here on this site one of these days.
I’ve received no response to the poetry, and probably will not, but in the writing, I learned to forgive her for the grudges that she has held for so many years, and learned that some things just are not important. Life is too short.
I do hope that this very small look into some of the things happening in my life, are helpful to you.
(c)g. abbey January 26, 2012