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Do you think it's time?
Song For A New America (right click to save as mp3).
Do you think it's time?
Here at the Green Frog Lounge we think it is high
time for a New America based on peace and love for our earthly partners!
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Song For A New America
Relax and enjoy the music, poetry, art, politics, and humor of Bart Boyce and friends.
This site is dedicated to Peace in all its forms.
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Listen to Nine More great songs here...
Day Of Healing
The earth stood green and good
and fish swam abundant and healthy
in deep blue oceans powerful, mysterious
The sky had no ozone-holes , no petro –pollutants,
no acid rain
Our friends, the trees , covered our world
in proud dense forests
birds sang magnificent choruses
and at the zenith of the mountaintop ….
that’s not a jeep-cherokee …….
this is a proud soaring eagle !
Travel had become simplified by a stepping
into portals of time -- that’s why
you notice so much less concrete
strapping and trapping,
the rich and fertile moist black dirt
A new millenium
People laughed at first, in disbelief
about talking to the dolphins
But new revelations caused many men
to reconsider the places that their
feet would step
It was quite the sobering miracle
to find not just other consciousnesses
in our galaxy
but that we had galaxies inside ourselves
O joy , delight of the human heart !
To know that victory is never ours
And you saw yourself stop.
Metamorphosized into a soul that could
never harm another person
another animal
another bug
another paramecium
And the children of the bleachers
(they use to laughingly call this Paradise)
screamed in anger saying all this is insane
But as the years rolled by …
a humble Jewish watchmaker married a Persian Queen
A Nubian Princess somehow found a deaf German social worker
And a million boats left both the shores
of China and California for people …to meet …
for the touching of the fingertips
which is , to this day , a ritual of
great celebration
of the Unity and sensitivity of
our human race
But for me, possibly the greatest quantum-jump,
the best change, the most delightful flower,
was not that sharing replaced avarice
or that old people were celebrated and nurtured
or insane people tenderly accepted
or criminals carefully rethought
or gene-therapy analyzed against the razor
of violet prismatic time-consequence futures
or that even broken hearts were collectively
mended ……..
But that a child was never taken from their Mother
This was the greatest gift, in a world of peace,
where brother and sister, woman and man
hold hands not just in a green earth
of Love
But on a Planet that can Understand
barton boyce
a.k.a. kingbaby
2000
Earthly Partners
the hour grows close my friend ...
our moments of splendor have passed for this sweet time ...
next an eternity of waiting fore I may join you again ...
and this time of roses and grain ...of sand and sweat
have procured my sweetest fall , the deepest love of my life ...
in microtubules may we computers find
a question to the answers ...
in dual realities we may know
all that we have lost in vibrations of the sea
be ye therefore kind to all your brethern and sisters
love your mother and father and kitty cat
and under neath the tree ...bring all your joyful celebration
of the long and perplexing life that we find on this strange trip
in this unique form
rearranged as we become
earthly partners
Esnia
One night in the prime of my manhood the most frightening dream came to me
I became part of a colony of outcasts that had a most strange malady
A symptom like maggots so writhing and crawling that covered my skin
Over a large chunk of my entire right torso…and shared by a number of men…
And women too, I imagine-- there were meetings we had to attend
And driving a car to an empty garage I envisioned my deceased friend Jim
The name of this awful affliction that made the body painful to touch
Rang shivers through the deepest part of my soul…
A fellow victim on the last step
Reached to embrace me, but it was awkward to reach me…with his hand to my side,
I had, he had the same condition….
A slanted word
ESNIA
The physician, part in anger with almost a tear in his rage shouted--
NO !
This is a most horrific condition…of all the types esnia that reaches the stomach…
NO !
And I awoke with the two most probable answers of what esnia really could be--
To my tormented subconscious mind searching
For analogy….
And no one stays on this planet,
On this plane of existence we but touch for a moment and vanish
Our mortality fragile in pathetic insignificance
I’ll go before my judge, my Creator…
Who’ll say the wages of sin is death
bcb
The Seedlings
it was the day after Arbor day
and I had thought (once again, a day too late)
that I might give you a baby tree ....a type of amend
for those times where my drinking and self absorption
had made me less than present and loving towards you
and the fruit of your womb, those two fine sons of yours...
and as untold good fortune would have it.....I had made a friend
named Luke, who works at the Arboretum ..and he told me there
were some left from their busy celebration...that I could come and
get some seedlings....
17 years .....much to forgive ...
17 years , follow my thinking.....
my name is trees ...the bois, the forest
and if once planted, they would grow
at least some good might come to you
some living real gift to love
and remember some tiny part of all we lived through
had not betrayed your loving heart
as fate would have it ...I called and heard that none were left....
so stubborn me, implacable me, drove over to find that it was the
truth and none were left ...and sad I was ...for I had thought....
but I have learned much since you left me ...
just one more obstacle to face ...
the biggest hurdles are my biggest blessings...
I would turn this into place
and mark instead a living remnant of the dead tombstones
that poets often make
for if somehow instead of real...
an idea in the spirit would take root
and other souls would see the planting
to make love grow, forgiveness, truth ...
then there might forests blossom freely
gardens green and lush once more
our whole child , mankind
life abundant, a place for cardinals to rest , to nest
then maybe my defeat would be
a new triumphant melody
and like Giovani Arnolfini ...you'd look and once again
you'd see...the painter looking back at you and we'd be looking
back towards me ....
but no, the seedlings must in this realm grow for any good to come
and all my poems made in spirit may not lead to Johnny Apples
only seeming , wishing , desiring groves that may not grow ..
for cardinal's true hearts to homestake
and doves two bodies , their heads to nest ...
But lo, God's miracles continue
and man's true kindness yet to show
the image that our Maker made us
beyond vast oceans of creation goes
I ran into my good friend Luke
and he had squirreled a few away
and so today I may present you
three loblollies, pines from arbor day
and with those three pine seedlings now
a fourth , a cypress tree this morning ...
and rewriting Celtic myth
it has no sadness now, no mourning
but on every level now
joy and light
and home for cardinals and doves
and all mankind , the end of violence
a universal end of fight
so all sad souls may find their home
and soujourners at the end of forest
will see themselves and end their flight
with such a seedling planted right
bart 2005
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