Music Theme – Where the Unicorns Play

The Narwhal 

Where do  the Narwhals  live where do they  thrive

Where do  they dance and play

In the Arctic waters,  my darlings, that is where the Narwhals are alive.

They dance  and play  my  darlings in  the Straits of Davis  in  Baffin Bay

 

Are  they real these Narwhals are they truly the Unicorns of the sea

Do they live forever,  full of secrets and magical joy to give

Yes, yes  my darlings the Narwhal is as real and alive as you and me

I do not know, my darlings how long the Narwhal will live.

 

Eskimos hunt them with  canoes and spear

Eskimos slay  them  to use as food and  for their tusks and skins

The Narwhal is the Unicorn of the sea  but that they might die out is my lasting fear

Lets pray  my darlings  that the Narwhals out live the Unicorns.

( by  willowdot21 2014)

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Lisa picked this weeks Musical Theme  : Where Unicorns Play.  as usual I am late!

beautiful song  by America 

The Maiden and the Unicorn   from the beautiful  film Legend 

The Unicorn in the Bible

Job 39:9-12King James Version (KJV)

9 Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?

10 Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?

11 Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?

12 Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?

King James Version

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Where Unicorns play, well that  must of  been when the world was young, maybe  just after Adam and Eve  were thrown out of Paradise the beautiful Unicorns followed them.

The  fly across the skies at night when we cannot sleep, they sing to us when our minds are rent in two with pain and sorrow. They stood at the cross at Calgary to ease Jesus’s pain.

They are  not really gone  we just are not clever enough to see them any  more!

( willowdot21)

 

Fellow Themists,

Lisa  Johnny, Bear, Maddie, Eva

 

please check them out!

MUSICAL THEME: MORE OR LESS

I am running  so far  behind I think  the world  needs  more rest, less stress , I need  more  time I promise to post properly  soon! OMG  you should  see how many posts I have to read !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH! Bear I need MORE APPLE PIE!!

Bear:   MORE OR LESS?    http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/music-themes-more-or-less/

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Eva:     MORE AND LESS. OR, IS IT SUPPOSED TO BE LESS OR MORE? MUSICAL THEME. AN OPEN INVITATION TO GEESE AND MORE. LESS WAR DESIRED.         http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/more-and-less-or-is-it-supposed-to-be-less-or-more-musical-theme-an-open-invitation-to-geese-and-more-less-war-desired/#comment-10933

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Johnny:  MORE OR LESS   http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/music-theme-for-december-8-more-or-less/comment-page-1/#comment-2584

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Deborah:  A MUSICAL EXPLORATION OF WANT AND NEED    http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/more-or-less-a-musical-exploration-of-want-and-need/

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D.S. Nelson:

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Musical Theme: Freedom

Today’s  theme is Freedom, so I have found  what I feel expresses freedom in  all it’s  for. Freedom  of love , the mind , the soul  and the body.

I hope I have dug  deep enough. The posts should be self explanatory.

Freedom Fortunes

cry Freedom
Cry Freedom is a 1987 British drama film directed by Richard Attenborough, set in the late 1970s, during the apartheid era
of South Africa. The screenplay was written by John Briley based on a pair of books by journalist Donald Woods.
The film centres on the real-life events involving black activist Steve Biko and his friend Donald Woods,
who initially finds him destructive, and attempts to understand his way of life. Denzel Washington stars as Biko,
while actor Kevin Kline portrays Woods. Cry Freedom delves into the ideas of discrimination, political corruption, and the
repercussions of violence. read more here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cry_Freedom

Roots
Colonial times[edit]
In The Gambia, West Africa, in 1750 Kunta Kinte is born to Omoro Kinte (Thalmus Rasulala), a Mandinka warrior,
and his wife, Binta (Cicely Tyson). When Kunta (LeVar Burton) reaches the age of 15, he and a group of other
adolescent boys take part in tribal manhood training, ending with a ceremony, after which they become recognized
as men and Mandinka warriors. While trying to carry out a task to catch a bird and take it home unharmed, Kunta
sees white men carrying firearms, along with their black collaborators. Later, while fetching wood outside his
village to make a drum for his younger brother, Kunta is captured by black collaborators under the direction of white men.
He is then sold to a slave trader and placed aboard a ship under the command of Capt. Thomas Davies (Edward Asner) for a
three-month journey to Colonial America. During the voyage a group of rebels among the human cargo try but fail to stage
a mutiny and to take over the ship.

The ship eventually arrives in Annapolis, Maryland, where the captured Africans are sold at auction as slaves. John Reynolds
(Lorne Greene), a plantation owner from Spotsylvania County, Virginia, near Fredericksburg, buys Kunta and gives him the name
Toby. Reynolds assigns an older slave, Fiddler (Louis Gossett Jr.), to teach Kunta to speak English and to train him in the ways
of living and working as a chattel slave. Kunta, in a persistent struggle to become free again, makes several unsuccessful
attempts to escape. Additionally, to preserve his Mandinka heritage and maintain his Mandinka roots, he does not want to change
his name. An overseer, Ames (Vic Morrow) gathers the slaves and directs one of them to whip Kunta after his latest attempt to
escape and to continue whipping him until he finally acknowledges his new name.
read more http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roots_(TV_miniseries)

For events that occur in 1775, between the above period and the post-Revolutionary War, where the next section begins,
see Roots: The Gift

Mother Freedom Bread.

Freedom Eddie James

Give me back my Freedom, Peter Green

DESMOND DEKKER The Isaelite

Also visit

http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/freedom-music-theme-for-november-17/
http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/the-sounds-of-freedom-musical-theme-for-november-17/#like-3373

http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/music-themes-oh-freedom/

for more .

Musical Theme : Emotions

Ellie Goulding Explosions : This  video depicts exactly  the feeling  you get  when you  get

to the end of your tether. So much  coming at you , everything you have ever feared or dreaded!

Then  pow you are  set right off , an explosion in your head!

Eyesore, Maria Mena  self loathing: Anorexia, Bulimia all brought on  by bad experiences  as a child.

Not feeling  good about yourself. Not  good enough,   no one  must  see you you must stay thin.

Fear of food, fear of body image.

The Mirror Lies

Another poem by me.

Look in the mirror what do you see,

I see a skeleton pleading to me.

You do not see the same, you see rivers of fat .

If you let this go on you will be dead and that’s that

How did this happen how did this come to pass.

Why do you feel no one loves you, if you would only ask.

Was it a neurotic mother who showed the way

counting calories and eating less day after day.

She treated you as she did herself, it is no wonder now

that you have developed this curse.

Was it the adverts you saw every day

with lithe young girls posing in magazines and posters and on TV you saw while you were at play.

What drives a child younger than ten to vow

to herself she will not eat again. 

Did the children in the school yard taunt you and say

“little miss piggy just go away ”

They did not mean to hurt they did not know

that those words would cripple you so.

I say they the were innocent but that might not be true

for children can be so unkind and don’t care about the damage they do.

Was it that careless joking aside from your lover or best friend

that hit you so hard that your mind started to bend.

It changed the image the mirror showed to you

and you watch as the fat piled on , but only in your eyes was it true.

Now it is nearly too late the pleads and entreaties for you to put on some weight.

Just simply fall on deaf ears

and as you slip away  your gums bleed, full filling our worst fears

Was it your boss who shattered your confidence by making a careless remark 

about eating too many cakes that caused you to a  binge and vomit then on this  course to embark.

Sadly it is all or nothing for you,

sadly my love it will be the death of you too.

It may seem like a mountain to climb but please take my 

hand and except my love, your running out of time.

Mothers and fathers what ever you do

make sure your children know you love them and make time to spend with them too.

Teachers  and government  make sure that healthy diets are taught

and evil nasty bullies are dealt with as soon as they are caught.

We need our children and our young people too

we must guide them and love them as they need to see we are true.

We will never stop the adverts  on TV, posters and press

but we can talk to our children and tell them these models are just there to impress.

The rich cats are just out to make money

they don’t  give a damn about the models or you honey.!

So I reach out my hand and offer some hope

every one is beautiful in their own way just remember you are loved and we can help you to cope.

Beauty is skin deep what is inside is what is key

the soul and heart dictate what you should be.

You cannot chase the perfect body all of your life you

will have to give up so much as you will not have time to live life.

 

Imogen Heap.  Say  Goodnight and go. Obsession / unrequited love . The young  girl is besotted

by the  boy  who only see her  as a work colleague. She  follows him  watches him and dreams!

Regina Spektor Fear of Cancer : Fear! the not me  I am not that type , if I close my eyes it is not happening to me. A mother has to face up  to the fact that she is ill………. tough emotions

Prima Donna Girl,  Marina and the diamonds: Need greed  and more insecurity! Pity even.

Beautiful South Take a little time anger : All the horrible  feelings  that  are brought on  by

marital discord! So many emotions.

Imogen Heap who’s getting scared now, revenge hate Oh! the chance to face up to those who bullied  you at  school and  made your life so  bad the chance to show them you have blossomed and grown!!

It’s nothing less than abuse

Rounded shoulders head hung down
why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown.
Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs.
Teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like dregs.

Following me nearly home, calling me mean names,

in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games.

Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed ,

my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six

my things did not get replaced they just got fixed.

My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white ,

I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night.

I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently,

I was from the posh school.  They though I was rich, I was not I was just like them it would of made no

difference if I’d let them know.

When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face

but if my guy was not there and behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace.

They joined the line of teachers and my piers

it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I had no friends, no that would not be true.

I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few.

I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short

and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it. What do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell

like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell.

They tell you, you don’t  realize that school days are the best days of your life ,

thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain

but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again.

I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes

my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,

fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night.

I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel.

The worse days of my life were my years at school.

I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE

(My poem on bullying written from personal  memories. )  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/its-nothing-less-than-abuse-2/

Alanis  Moristte : Thank you : You  might  say gratitude,  well yes  gratitude is there  but also is irony but so is depression, fear and paranoia.

I Am Stretched on Your Grave lyrics (Kate Rusby).  Grief, love  and desperation the loss of  a lover  husband, son   what can I say . Grief.

Sinade O’Conner My Three Babies. : Mother love, pure and simple asking  nothing and giving all unconditional.

Mother Love (Acrostic)

Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasting, open handed  and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and  scoop you up and love you.

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

Written  by me.

 

 

Also entries on this theme can be found at

Eva       http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/09/emotions-or-no-numb-here-musical-theme/

Johnny   http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/corvidea-music-theme-for-november-4/

Deborah http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/new-music-theme-for-nov-4-co

Musical Theme : Animals

Okay People  the next Musical  theme  is , Animals , shall we say for the 26th Oct.

The dance of the cygnets .

Next Music Theme : Colours.

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