A Book of Poetry & Lyrics: You Should Fall in Love Forever at Least Once Everyday

A Book of Poetry & Lyrics: You Should Fall in Love Forever at Least Once Everyday

by Bruce R. Sanford
A Book of Poetry & Lyrics: You Should Fall in Love Forever at Least Once Everyday

A Book of Poetry & Lyrics: You Should Fall in Love Forever at Least Once Everyday

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Overview

This book of poetry and lyrics is an ongoing set of love and information statements and letters to all people of the thoughts and feelings relating to Bruce Sanford's experiences, the effects of world events, and references throughout nearly seven decades of his evolving life and living, with still more to come. From his Greentown childhood in rural farmland near Canton, Ohio to the honor of being enchanted by all five boroughs of New York City, and out into the fields and farms and shores of central New Jersey, Bruce Sanford is now releasing his personal emotions, opinions, suggestions, information, and even his twists and turns, throughout this book. From world and country and personal history, Bruce has steadfastly and resolutely lived and portrayed the belief that there is always and forever an impromptu and spontaneous love, in the moment, from or to at least one person, and even more than one person, Everyday. There are so many nice and special people one encounters every single day. We should watch for it. We should absorb and acknowledge that flicker of love and warmth, and that fleeting moment of knowing it just happened again and again, at least once, EVERYDAY ! He maintains that you should please Enjoy and Pass it On.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781524641078
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 10/28/2016
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 110
File size: 465 KB

About the Author

Bruce Sanford grew up in the farmlands of Greentown and North Canton, Ohio. He was the little brother among five sons and daughters of Karl and Ruth Sanford. Bruce is currently a full-time faculty member of the City University of New York, teaching entry-level mathematics on the Tribeca campus of the Borough of Manhattan Community College. A graduate of Ashland University in Ohio and also of Hofstra University in Hempstead, Long Island, New York, Bruce has traveled through theater, music, writing, and teaching to bring you this Book of Poetry&Lyrics, in addition to his already published children’s songs book of music and lyrics in 2015 and also his already published Universal Children’s Prayers book in 2013. Bruce has also produced and published his Remembering poster tribute to our USA veterans, victims, servers and sufferers, reflecting our wars, conflicts, 9/11, Boston, Fort Hood, Benghazi, Beirut, Orlando, etc., available on his website—SanfordPublishing.com as well as his large Sanford Circles® Of Numbers poster. Stay tuned for his math book and video teaching of six years of continuity content from Times Tables Into Algebra, a math board game (MultipleChoices®), drama and music productions/publications, along with an audio book and CD production of the children’s songs, produced and performed by himself and his daughter, Rebecca Ruth Sweeney. Jeanny Humphrey is a native New Jerseyan from Hamilton, trained in professional graphic design and printing with substantial years of studio, photo lab, and counter experience with Photo Haven in Lawrenceville. She is now working as a full-time graphic artist and printer with Future Signs&Creations Inc. of Trenton. Having been an integral part of the Sanford Children’s Prayers Book of 2013, and also, being the graphic design and formatting artist of his 2012 Remembering poster tribute to our USA veterans, victims, servers, and sufferers, available on SanfordPublishing.com, Jeanny continued providing her valuable expertise in Sanford’s 2015 book of children’s songs and has once again been integral with the graphic formatting and enhancement artistry of the cover photos for this poetry and lyrics book.

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A Book of Poetry & Lyrics

You Should Fall In Love Forever At Least Once Everyday


By Bruce R. Sanford

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2016 Bruce R. Sanford
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5246-4108-5



CHAPTER 1

    ABSTAIN


    Can love fall in behind a lost embrace
    Can love begin to warm a sad, sad face
    Can love hold fast
    Can love be first and stay beyond an endless last?

    Can you believe in love accusing us
    Can you agree that love's abusing us
    Can you hold fast
    Can you belong to me and stay my endless last?

    Can you believe
    Can love fall in
    Can you agree
    Can love begin
    Can you and love hold fast
    Can you and love at first belong, then stay an endless last?

    If I try harder now that you know how I feel
    If I go farther in believing that we're real
    If I admit
    our love can grow and stay aglow more brightly lit
    will you get off along with me?

    I met you on that traveling show of clouds
    You found me floating happy, high, around a crowd
    I kissed you numbly - though you swelled my thoughts
    You held me tightly - though you knew no strength.

    We found excuses to be free and found our love a lie
    We hadn't really met at all - until we saw each other back on board
    Our love inverted what we were - and hopes have shown us dreams
    but can we make insertions known - and mend our separate seams?

    Can we believe in us without excuse
    Can we agree with us without misuse
    Can we hold fast
    Can we belong to us alone and not be ruled?

    Can we believe
    Can love fall in
    Can we hold fast
    Can love be real
    Can you and I be real
    Can you and I begin
    Can we and love at first belong - then stay an endless last?

CHAPTER 2

    ACCIDENTAL LIFE


    Eating air, lying in space
    Hung up in the middle
    Snuck up from behind

    Drinking anti's, sucking in sleep
    Exercising waiting
    Missing my love

        Now I'm afraid of what comes from behind
        and what shows from the sides
        Control isn't owning the right-of-way
        It's giving is up when it's taken away.

    More in touch with loving much--
    more than we know
    Strong in line with living blind —
    when we're apart
    My heart couldn't ache more than needing you
    late in my loneliness.
    You live in a vacuum just loving and living —
    my heart beats your time.

        You ask to believe and then think you're deceived —
        in a trick.
        But never apart from the spirits of heart —
        when kept beating.
        A knock on the door in a life meant for more —
        I should stay.

    But arm me with faith in a spirit awake to my doubt.

    When fright shows an eye of my love--no goodbyes —
    I've been Blessed,
    not only in life and my love's standing right,
    but in love with a treasure to love me.

CHAPTER 3

    A LOST YEAR


    The day is long. The road is wide
    and I have strayed between feeling them side by side.
    Curbs don't touch and I don't see much
    since the distance is way out of sight and rush.

        Head in my hand
        Chin in my palm
        Eyes looking downward
        Still farther than seen

        I've skipped my May to September
        and April through October slipped by;
        but now that I've found November around,
        my March and December are gone.

    And so another year of my life goes by
    And so another plan of my life lies
    buried behind and below winter's thaw
    and cold February looms tall.

CHAPTER 4

    AMERICANS


    I'm not a raging patriot,
    And I'm not complaining to be free;
    BUT take caution if you tread on me.
    My middle finds no gaps to be
    upon your quick and snuff it out.
    My Generation Knocks About !

    Come fast, loose ends and untied thoughts —
    minorities not left to rot.
    We'll stand and gather all to one —
    outsiders thinking that we'd run.
    We need not coax out unity.
    They'd see us swell beyond our seas.

    Take bitter fights within our walls
    We're healing wounds, though cuts will call
    our seething, foaming, pride to hide
    deep pain among us. Others chide
    they cannot live together there;
    but do not tease or test us, or
    our common heart will lay you bare.
    Our Generations Knock About!

    Look to our land and people then,
    if you should stand and wonder when
    we'd fall, give in, or break the bend.
    We'd laugh you off, back to the shores,
    and even farther, if you pour
    your power above our vigilant doors.
    Our Generations Knock About!

    Take note! Don't Dote on all our strife.
    We're throbbing, bobbing, full of life.
    We've got some growing pains to solve;
    but our healthy signs will soon evolve
    into one life, one body all.
    Our Generations All Stand Tall!

    Take sturdy growth. Heal from within.
    The outside always shades what's in;
    but truth is bright. They see our sins.
    So let's admit them and begin
    to take our bruises, scars, and blood
    away from faces caked with mud.

    America we know must stand Alone !

    But to isolate? We can't do that!
    We stand on Freedom's Flag of Faith!
    Let history repeat itself:
    Our country grows its own relief.
    We'll stand as one, divided not --
    together if we face a shot.
    So think before you press too far:

    Americans Will Knock About !

CHAPTER 5

APATHY AND DECAY

If you want to hear the wind you'll have to turn into your mind.

The wind cannot be heard without your waiting for its sound.

If you want to ride the wave you'll have to get on all your dreams; for a wave just will not wander through a person's well planned schemes.

To hear the wind and ride the wave to where you've been on other days --- To go along for nothing when you'd choose another course --- You're foolish not to make the choice to move out on your own.

Don't wait to hear the wind come up and make its endless sound.

Don't ride the wave to nowhere when the choice is yours to where you're bound. Not You. Go.

CHAPTER 6

ATTICA/WATERGATE/WASHINGTON/EMAILGATE/DALLAS


Too Many Have Left Their Homes To Rule in Neighborhood Castles:

    Today's a slow encumbered pace
    for many sweat and die.
    Today's a fear engulfing us
    for many need to lie.

    To know of lost and yet be free
    to live within the wall
    To think of them who reach to us
    yet doubting when set free.

    It's not a lie to call disease
    a known great quantity.
    We're caught also, choked by the bars
    tormenting us, and more by far
    those caught by you and me.

    "Relieve me, save me, set me free.
    Unbind my body from the tree!"
    We're stopped and stumped — Accused Guilty
    by victims we're ashamed to see.

    Don't call on me you hypocrites.
    I'm guilty! So are you!
    Don't panic in the wake of fear.
    The time is here! It's here! It's here!

    Rebellion sets the stage for death.
    We gather all our arms.
    Strike each one down who dares to tread
    too close to sounding the alarm.

    No, don't conceal your ignorance.
    You know we're all to blame.
    Destroy a human dog and brain.
    Destroy the weak, for when they came
    they made you see yourself in me,
    quite conscious of your game.

    We harm ourselves — Full circle's come.
    We run around again.
    Let them come out? We can't do that.
    They'll tell us we're in hell, in hell.
    The devil rings for us, not them.
    The fire burns outside the den!

    The Chief? He gathers all who'll suck
    the juice from bowels within the muck.
    And guardians all, we hold the club
    above the filth we will not scrub,
    for coming clean, we can't afford.
    It threatens loss of what we horde!

    Humanity, I spit on you and doing so, spit on me.
    We can't erase hypocrisy, when conscience is the key.
    We say that Satan's down below?
    You Fool! He's you and me !
    He never laughed so hard as we.
    We thought we clubbed him blow by blow.

    The grouping's clear. We're after us !
    We'll get us too: And When We Do,
    We'll fight like hell to answer us:
    "Oh, Why have we?? Did we?? What Can We Do? ?

    But dying bravely, bending bars,
    we'll bury us with open scars.
    And Time Will Read:

WE PURGED OURSELVES AND DIED WITHIN OUR MAN-MADE HELL!

or

Time Will Read:

WE PURGED OURSELVES AND LIVED TO BREED A FUTURE FOR
OUR KIDS TO BREATHE A HEALTHY BREATH OF CHILDREN
LEADING FAIRNESS, ENERGY, AND LOVE FOR ALL.

AMEN


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

I. ABSTAIN : Can Love Fall in Behind a Lost Embrace?,
II. ACCIDENTAL LIFE : Eating air, lying in space,
III. A LOST YEAR : The day is long,
IV. AMERICANS : I'm not a raging patriot,
V. APATHY AND DECAY : If you want to hear the wind,
VI. ATTICA/WATERGATE/WASHINGTON/EMAILGATE/DALLAS : Too many have left their homes to rule in neighborhood castles.,
VII. A VOW : And with this vow,
VIII. BE YOURSELF : If you plan for it,
IX. BIRTH CONTROL : Too many kids and too little care,
X. BOILING POINT : 212/100 WATER : Poor man's got to worry 'bout the place he's got to go,
XI. CHANGING LOVE : Think back to the gold,
XII. CHOSEN LONELINESS : To whom am I supposed to talk,
XIII. COUNSELING TRICKS : Sure my clock works,
XIV. DEFINITION : Life is,
XV. DESTINY : I'm down to my last dollar bill,
XVI. DON'T LET ME FORGET : How should I remember,
XVII. EVERY OTHER HER : I wake up and I think of you,
XVIII. EXPONENTIAL TIMING : I'm at three to the third,
XIX. FAREWELL TO MASKS AND MINSTRELS : Tis a while ago he started learning of his plans,
XX. FOOEY ! : Don't live your life in a nutshell,
XXI. GIVING UP ? : I've got to stop applying,
XXII. GRANDMA'S PASSED : Light a candle for your grandma,
XXIII. HAPPY BLUES : Excuse me if I'm laughing,
XXIV. HE DIED A RICH MAN : All that he carried was,
XXV. IDOLS ARE QUOTED : Big Ears, Little Ears,
XXVI. I KNEW YOU BEST : What do you live and laugh for,
XXVII. IN MEMORY OF KAY : Tell her to plant a sycamore tree,
XXVIII. IN THE RUNNING, DID YOU SHOW? MIDDLE OF THE ROAD? : Where's your place,
XXIX. IT TAKES ALL KINDS : It takes one heck,
XXX. LIFE IS A MULTIPLE CHOICE/COMPLETION TEST : Once upon a time,
XXXI. LOVELY BESIDE ME, #3. : She slips in calmly,
XXXII. MAKE-UP LESSON : When I was a young man,
XXXIII. MAYBE I'M RIGHT : You are remembered much longer,
XXXIV. MECHANICAL FUTURE : The lizard cries --- antagonize,
XXXV. MOTHER TEACHES QUIETLY : All I want to say is,
XXXVI. MY WANT : I want to be,
XXXVII NEW BELIEF : I have always,
XXXVIII. NO INTERFERENCE : So when I want to be alone,
XXXIX. NOT ENOUGH : I call you every day,
XL. NOT TOO PROFOUND : You cannot show me more a love,
XLI. OBSTACLES : If s/he weren't there and were out of my way,
XLII. OLYMPUS ZWEI AND SIEBZIG : They're dead! They're Gone! Down the ancient run,
XLIII. PARADOX : I'm not running away,
XLIV. PARENT-CHILD : Don't look at me and throw up your hands,
XLV. PASSING FUTURES : What are you up to, Kay Louise?,
XLVI. PEACE AT LAST : I found my lucky penny today.,
XLVII. PLANNING DREAMS : A year, a day, a decade, a month,
XLVIII. POINT OF NO RETURN : You're at the bottom of your rock,
XLIX. REFLECTION : It used to be today,
L. ROMAN PERMANENCE : Sunny blue Rome and the rain-swept,
LI. SATURDAY'S CURSE : Five weeks ago we parted,
LII. SEASONS OF WARMTH : All that I say could be all that I write,
LIII. SELF-DESTRUCT : Today I've left two years behind,
LIV. SELFISH PITY : I can't take the holidays.,
LV. SERVE THE PUBLIC : Beware of the public whom you serve,
LVI. SOUL GAME : Soul is the name of the game, my man.,
LVII. STILL USED : People can easily agree with,
LVIII. TAKE CARE OF MY DAD : What is one man,
LIX. THE AUDIENCE : The best people,
LX. THE LOVE (An Ode to Wives) : I love to kiss my woman.,
LXI. THE HALLOWEEN MOON : The Halloween moon is a magic moon,
LXII. THE LECTURER : He talks so much,
LXIII. THE LETTER FROM PAUL TO MY SON : It's time to believe in something.,
LXIV. THEN I CAN SAY : If love is the comfort I feel,
LXV. THE THEATRE (An Ode to Lauren Bacall) : You don't stop,
LXVI. THE U.S.A. -- A NEVER ENDING DISCOVERY : Shenango --- Durango,
LXVII. THIS I LIKE : Just to be quiet,
LXVIII. TIME LAPSE : It's three-thirty,
LXIX. TOO SOON : She loves me now,
LXX. TORONTO TIMETABLE : Oh, I'm up here making my fame and fortune.,
LXXI TREASURE HUNT : Spring doesn't last all year.,
LXXII. TRY IT ONCE AGAIN : When a woman cries for me,
LXXIII. UNEMPLOYMENT : Mail in your application.,
LXXIV. VANITY : If I make a statement,
LXXV. WELCOME TO NEW YORK CITY : They come like the snow,
LXXVI. WE MUST : We must keep caring,
LXXVII. WHAT ARE THEY DOING : They're watching the ocean.,
LXXVIII. WITHIN WITHOUT : Shoot me down,
LXXIX. YOU SHOULD FALL IN LOVE FOREVER AT LEAST ONCE,
EVERYDAEVERYDAY / #1 : She walks by, so beautifully shy,
LXXX. YOU SHOULD FALL IN LOVE FOREVER AT LEAST ONCE EVERYDAY / #2 : Sweet Melinda, I cannot forget,
LXXXI. YOU SHOULD FALL IN LOVE FOREVER AT LEAST ONCE EVERYDAY / #3 : And as we say in so many ways,
LXXXII. THE YEAR OF "SWEET SIXTEEN" 1000 2016 To 3016 : Be in love with the future.,
LXXXIII. A WORTHY PERSON : You will surely meet,
LXXXIV. POSTSCRIPT : IT ALL COMES FULL CIRCLE : Do you think that people,

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