Mix with Me

My blog is called Mix-and-Match because there is not a single theme I want to write about.  I have a hodgepodge of thoughts. My ideas are often confused and scrambled. They just wallow and welter around in my mind. Occasionally ideas mingle and match and are in harmony.  Other times they are in disarray and confused.

Perhaps a blog may be useful to write my thoughts and observances. It may clarify what I think. If others respond, then ideas and thoughts can be mixed.  It matters not if ideas match. Either way can be interesting.  Some ideas when mixed result in a lovely blend. Others mix and cause turbulence. The best mixture produces new ideas.

As in chemistry one must be careful what one mixes. Exploration must be done with caution.  So it is with ideas when conversing in person or by pen.  The ideas of others may not always match, but mutual respect and regard can merge differences into something interesting.

Meme’s Piano Bar #2

Baby Face

Grab a free beer from the bar, gather round the piano and sing along with Meme.

This song is dedicated to PAULETTE MAHURIN author of The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap. All profits going to Santa Paula Animal Rescue Center.

Baby Face you’ve got the cutest little Baby Face
There’s not another one could take your place
Baby Face my poor heart is jumping
You sure have started something

Baby Face I’m up in heaven
When I’m in your fond embrace
I didn’t need a shove
‘Cause I just fell in love
With your pretty Baby Face

M’s Lounge Music  It’ll Drive You to Drink

Meme’s Piano Bar

Ma He’s Making Eyes at Me

I was not idle during my Blog-Get-Away time. Cleaning a few closets and drawers is always good for fixing what ails you. My computer junk drawers provided plenty of tonic.

I found some old recordings I had forgotten I even made. Years ago I sent willing or unwilling friends my recordings. Since we were on dial-up, the quality and size had to be small and they didn’t sound too good. But it was fun.  A friend put some of the tunes on a disk and called them

M’s Lounge Music. It’ll Drive You to Drink

Grab a free beer from the bar, gather round the piano and sing along with Meme.

M’s Lounge Music  It’ll Drive You to Drink

Ma he’s making eyes at me
Ma he’s awful nice to me
Ma he’s almost breaking my heart
I’m beside him mercy let his conscience guide him
Ma he wants to marry me be my honeybee
Every minute he gets bolder
Now he’s leaning on my shoulder
Ma he’s kissing me

Stop back by again this week for some special Piano Bar dedications.

Profane

Well, I did promise one of my followers a special song.  So it being Sunday and everything, I just decided to get on with it.

Sometimes I try to write silly
Sometimes I try to write sane
Sometimes I can’t tell the difference
But I always try to be profane

Profane profane I always try to be profane
Profane profane and take the lord’s name in vain

I used to read my Bible
I read it again and again
Now that I understand it
I close it and gladly abstain

Profane profane I always try to be profane
Profane profane and take the lord’s name in vain

I used to sing from the hymnal
Loudly I’d chant clear and plain
Now I just hum the tunes
‘Cause I found out what they contain

Profane profane I always try to be profane
Profane profane and take the lord’s name in vain

A preacher man once told me
To hell I’d go and remain
I made my reservation
And hopped on the very first train

Profane profane sing with me this refrain
Profane profane let’s all take the lord’s name in vain

words by meme

Blogging in My Dreams

When and where do you get your best blogging ideas? I don’t think I actually look for ideas. I find if I do, I never can find one. Songs of course fill my blog. I didn’t know that was going to happen. It was only when I saw someone else post some songs that I started to do it. It took me ever so long to find how to do the little player. I love old songs. The words make sense….until I decide to rearrange them with Blog Words.
Sometimes I will be trying to sleep or can’t fall asleep and will just silently hum something. Somehow it turns into an idea. I often get up and write a line or two because if I wait until morning, the thought is gone. So I guess some of my ideas come from my dreams.

I’m blogging in my dreams
Blogging to extremes

Somehow in the middle of the night
I think of something to write

Rhymes they come and go
I wake with nothing to show

Don’t like the light
I want the night
To blog in my dreams

Tossed Turned Twisted

I’ve tossed turned and twisted
I’ve flipped and flopped about
I’ve wiggled and I’ve waggled
And know without a doubt

I hunger for my blogging friends
For them I hanker and shout
My heart has been so heavy
With them can’t do without

To me they’ve been faithful
Without my visits did not pout
I’m feeling a bit better
Hope to continue the blogging route

I haven’t been near a blog for many weeks. Today I ventured out because I have been feeling better from whatever….. I really had forgotten how much time is spent reading and looking. It  is a bit tiring.
Some people post a separate independent entry each time.Those are easy to read and catch up on. But so many of us build upon existing posts and if not read with some continuity, it seems something is missing.  So I feel I have missed a lot.
I know I won’t be able to spend as much time as before, but I am looking forward to getting back in a routine.  I do appreciate those who continued to check in to see if I had returned. Thanks for those extra comments even if you received no reply.

A funny thing happened on my way back to the forum.   I found I had picked up several new followers.  Maybe it’s worth dropping out for a bit.

Tax Time

Tax his cow Tax his goat
Tax his pants Tax his coat
Tax his crop Tax his work
Tax his ties Tax his shirt

Tax his chew Tax his smoke
Teach him taxing is no joke
Tax his tractor Tax his mule
Tell him Taxing is the rule

Tax his oil Tax his gas
Tax his notes Tax his cash
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes he got no dough

If he hollers Tax him more
Tax him till he’s good and sore
Tax his coffin Tax his grave
Tax his sod in which he’s laid

Put these words upon his tomb
“Taxes drove him to his doom”
After he’s gone we won’t relax
We’ll still collect inheritance tax

A little song I found on the internet.   I don’t know the original source of the words.

Bill Nye – The Science Guy

I enjoy reading LADY BUDD’s Connecting With My World.  One week her posts were about science and scientists.  It reminded me of a song written about Bill Nye -The Science Guy.

Joy to the world Bill Nye is come
Let earth receive her king
Let every mind prepare him room

And science and nature sing
And science and nature sing
And science and science and nature sing

Joy to the world the Science Guy reigns
Let men their songs employ
While fields and floods rocks hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat repeat the sounding joy

No more let faith and ignorance flow
From dogmas all around
He comes to make our intellects grow

Far as the curse is found
Far as the curse is found
Far as far as the curse is found

He rules the world with truth and fact
And quite a gift of gab
The glories of his scientific knowledge

And wonders of his lab
And wonders of his lab
And wonders and wonders of his lab

lyrics by  Jerry Phillips 

We’ll Blog at WordPress

We’ll blog at WordPress we’ll write every day
We’ll blog at WordPress though we’ve nothing much to say

I’ll never write a poem just can’t make it rhyme
But I’m gonna show ‘em I’ll keep trying one more time

We’ll blog at WordPress we’ll write every day
We’ll blog at WordPress though we’ve nothing much to say

My daddy he once told me that blogging don’t you try
They’ll give you no likes they’ll just pass you on by

We’ll blog at WordPress we’ll write every day
We’ll blog at WordPress though we’ve nothing much to say

I’ll post for you each morning post for you each night
And if you’re in my Reader I’ll come and visit your site

We’ll blog at WordPress we’ll write every day
We’ll blog at WordPress though we’ve nothing much to say

When blogging days are over and followers no longer stay
You know I’ll be thinking ’bout you and this is what I’ll say

We blogged at WordPress we wrote every day
We blogged at WordPress though we’d nothing much to say

Longing

I do not long for early morn
With its beautiful sunrise
I do not long for a summer’s day
With its blue cloudless skies

I do not long for birthdays
And presents of surprise
I do not long for joy felt
When a new-born baby cries

I do not long for money
Or things that it buys
I do not long for treats
Chocolate cakes or cherry pies

I do not long for glorious fame
With gold cup as the prize
I do not long for friendship
And all that it implies

I do not long for wisdom
Of sages oh so wise
I long for the sweetest sleep
When I close my eyes

I have not been feeling well for some time
And just can’t make the rounds
If I could just keep my mind
From making a new rhyme
Oh but that thought is out-of-bounds

I altered the last verse
Of the poem you just read
The word eyes was exchanged for the word dies
For I feel so very bad and what I should have said
Is that I really wish I were dead

I do not long for wisdom
Of sages oh so wise
I long for the sweetest sleep
Man’s reward when he dies

I don’t quite wish for that yet, but I don’t have energy to read blogs right now or to answer comments either. My Draft Folder has things made from months ago and I am going to keep posting those before they are out of date. No need for any likes or comments.
I think I caught this malady from ladysighs.  She and I will be having a contest to see who runs out of drafts first.

The worst part is my mind won’t stop making up silly stuff.

Facebook

 

Chances are when you sign into your Facebook
And the moment it comes into view
Chances are that someone else is looking too

Just because you change your password daily
And to you it’s new
Chances are that someone else knows it too

Oh you’re looking for friends ten thousand or more
Chances are some of the ones
You have in your list live right next door

Guess you’ll always feel that you’re the only one who knows
Your most intimate thoughts
Well chances are they’re also known by the bots

In Support

I read a post by clubschadenfreude in support of Amina.  I remembered I had written this verse for another occasion and dug it up to show my support.

I’ve had time to think it over and I say it with great pride
As I view my naked body there is nothing for me to hide

Why should I have to cover up any part that is me
But I will be the decider who will and will not see

When I show my assets it won’t be in great haste
And if and when I do I hope I do so in good taste

Each sister has the choice to expose at her discretion
And others have the right to form their impression

Every woman everywhere should have the right to choose
Don’t claim to be a feminist but do have my views

I want you to understand I’m not launching an attack
Just expressing some thoughts and will not hold them back

I don’t condemn anyone if a body they inspect
All that I would ask is that it’s given due respect

I don’t think anyone here is suggesting anything other
Or when viewing certain scenes you are thinking of your mother

The body can be beautiful no matter how you spin it
But please give some thought to the brains that are in it

Come with Me

Come with me
            where moonbeams lightly kiss seashore sands
Come with me
            where sun rays gently caress  meadow lands 

Come with me
            where petals are embraced with morning dew
Come with me
            where breezes are tenderly sweeping through

Come with me
           where radiant stars light our every day
Come with me
           where cares forever flow away

 

East of the sun and west of the moon
We’ll build a dream house of love dear
Near to the sun in the day
Near to the moon at night
We’ll live in a lovely way dear
Living on love and pale moonlight
Just you and I forever and a day
Love will not die we’ll keep it that way
Up among the stars we’ll find a harmony of life to a lovely tune
East of the sun and west of the moon

Ins or Outs

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Here in WordPress we gather
In our blogs we congregate
Such a variety of topics
For great minds to contemplate

So many things to read here
So many things to learn
So many folks to talk about
Do your ears ever burn

May I bring to your attention
A subject although shameful
Of a scientific study
That wants to know what’s in your navel

Have you an innie or an outie
You really don’t have to tell
It’s only about the creatures there
Made up of only one cell

So go and look around
When you take your weekly shower
And come back here and report
About the things that made you cower

Blue Skies

Slowly pecking out of my shell
Tightly closed were my eyes
Heard the chirping of mom and dad 
About the beauty of the skies

Indigo Blue Persian Blue
Oh I can’t wait to see
Cambridge Blue Denim Blue
Blue beauty they guarantee

Cornflower Blue Royal Blue
The deep blue of midnight
Steel Blue Light Blue
Blue beauty for my delight

Opened my eyes and there above
The sky overhead was spread
Sorry to tell my mom and dad
The sky’s not blue but red

Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies do I see
Blue birds singin’ a song
Nothing but blue birds all day long

Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you’re in love my how they fly

Blue days all of them gone
Nothing but blue skies from now on

Why

Why do we curse the bee
If protecting itself it stings
Yet are so glad to enjoy and eat
The honey that it brings

Why do we slay the snake
In our garden and bring it pain
Yet when it rids the yard of pests
We never do complain

Why do we love Mickey and Minnie
Oh how they are adored
Yet when we hear them behind the walls
We shriek and are simply floored

Why do we hunt the elephant
A tusk trophy to collect
When all earth’s creatures large or small
We need to give respect

Why do we hate other beliefs
And say oh god be praised
I cannot think of a reason except
It’s how we’ve all been raised