A FATHER'S PRAYER

 

Ask not, my child, what I can do for you.

Forgive what seems like stinginess today.

A lot will be required to go through

The process of discovering the right way.

Help yourself. Don't wait for me, my child.

Each one of us must learn to stand alone.

Rich rewards like Love can't be beguiled,

Seduced or bought. They must in toil be grown.

Perhaps to you I sound a bit too stern?

Remember that I've lived a longer time.

A joy cannot exist until you earn

Your way. To do it FOR you'd be a crime.

Exacting though I seem, my little one,

Respect me now, and –– later –– you'll have fun.

~  FreeThinke - The Sandpiper 

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We All Should 

Wish Them Well

For all the quips and jibes and taunts

And brutal castigation

This First Family's image haunts,

And begs new valuation.

Both elegant and wholesome 

This group radiates great charm

We should feel proud 

They reached a goal some 

Tell us did no harm.

Their image, lean and lissome, 

Does great credit to their race.

To know them might be bliss. Some

Feel an urge to kiss each face.

The father’s been a failure

Many say with unchecked bile.

Rated as the Holy Grail your 

Welfare class adored his style.

Conservatives despised him

And insisted he must fail,

While the the Left who idolized him,

Thinks the Right belongs in jail. 

And so we’re now divided

Many saying we’re at war

With those we have derided

Thus forgetting what Life’s for.

Although his leftist stance

Has been essentially perverse

We should not want to dance

Upon his grave. That make things worse 

By deepening the chasm 

That now between us yawns

We kill enthusiasm

Thus darkening all our dawns.

So please try to remember

Barack with charity;

His legacy’s an ember

Now. Let’s pray Trump sets us free.

~ FreeThinke

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An 18th-century Coffee House interior

The Coffee Cantata

J.S. Bach at a young age

Johann Sebastian Bach 

(English translation)

A typical 18th-century Coffee House exterior

RECITATIVE

Narrator: Be quiet, do not chat, And listen to what happens now: Here comes Mr. Schlendrian with his daughter Liesgen, He grumbles like a grizzly bear; hear for yourselves, what she has done to him!

  

ARIA

Schlendrian (Liesgen's other)  With children, aren't there a hundred thousand aggravations.  Whatever I, all the time and every day, tell my daughter Liesgen, lides on by with no effect.

RECITATIVE

Schlendrian: You naughty child, you wild girl, ah! When will I achieve my goal: get rid of the coffee for my sake!

Liesgen: Father sir, but do not be so harsh! If I couldn't, three times a day, be allowed to drink my little cup of coffee, in my anguish I will turn into a shriveled-up roast goat.

ARIA

Liesgen: Ah! How sweet coffee tastes, more delicious than a thousand kisses, milder than muscatel wine. Coffee, I have to have coffee, and, if someone wants to pamper me, ah, then bring me coffee as a gift!

Schlendrien: If you don't give up coffee for me, you won't go to any wedding parties, or even go out for walks.

Liesgen: Okay then! Only leave my coffee alone!

Schlendrian: Now I've got the little monkey! I will buy you no whalebone dress of the latest fashion. 

Liesgen: I can easily put up with that.

Schlendrian: You may not go to the window and watch anyone passing by!

Liesgen:  This too; but be merciful and let my coffee stay!

Schlendrian: You'll also not receive from my hand a silver or gold ribbon for your bonnet!

Liesgen:  Sure, sure! Just leave me my pleasure!

Schlendrian: You naughty Liesgen, you grant all of that to me?

ARIA

Narrator: Girls of stubborn mind are not easily won over. But if the right spot is touched, Oh! Then one can happily get far.

RECITATIVE

Schlendrian: Now do what your father says!

Liesgen: In everything but coffee.

<b>Schlendrian:</b> All right then! So you will have to content yourself with never having a husband.

Liesgen: Ah yes! Father, a husband!

Schlendrian: I swear that it will never happen.

Liesgen: Until I give up coffee? All right! Coffee, lie there now forever! Father sir, listen, I won't drink none.

Schlendrian: So finally you'll get one!

ARIA

Liesgen: Even today, dear father, make it happen. Ah, a husband! Indeed, this will suit me well! If it would only happen soon, that at last, instead of coffee, before I even go to bed, I might gain a sturdy lover!

RECITATIVE

Narrator: Now old Schlendrian goes and seeks How he, for his daughter Liesgen, might soon acquire a husband; but Liesgen secretly spreads the word: no suitor comes in my house unless he has promised to me himself and has it also inserted into the marriage contract, that I shall be permitted to brew coffee whenever I want.

CHORUS (Trio)

Cats do not give up mousing, girls remain coffee-sisters. The mother adores her coffee-habit,  and grandma also drank it, so who can blame the daughters!

~ § ~

18th -century coffee service, silver plate

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PRESIDENT TRUMP'S ADDRESS at NORMANDY on the SEVENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY of D-DAY

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OMAHA BEACH, D-DAY

Over choppy water, through the air 

Men at arms proceeded filled with dread ––

All aware that soon they could be dead.

Hell awaited them, yet each would dare ––

Awash in vomit, trembling with fear ––

Bent on doing what he had to do ––

Even as the German bullets slew

Almost all first wading to get near

Cited targets past the blood-soaked sand

Held so firmly by the brutal Huns ––

Desperate, themselves ––, as in the dark

Determined paratroopers soon would land

As wave after wave of Allied Ones,

Young and brave, came moved by Divine Spark.

~ FreeThinke (6/6/19)

May God Bless and Keep 

Every One of You in Bliss Throughout Eternity