TenaFoxxx

After the success of STUDIO 54, a new room for those who like Soul, Funk & Disco
I am pleased to bring back one of the most watched programs of the 70s, here on 3dx in the form of a Club
SOUL TRAIN, come have fun and listen to the greatest hits of Soul Funky & Disco Music. An incredible room created by DJ MagaCirce. Stay tuned Opening soon.
Dopo il successo dello STUDIO 54, una nuova stanza per chi ama il Soul, il Funk e la Disco
Ho il piacere di riproporre uno dei programmi più visti degli anni '70, qui su 3dx sotto forma di Club
SOUL TRAIN, vieni a divertirti e ad ascoltare i più grandi successi di Soul Funky & Disco Music. Una stanza incredibile creata da DJ MagaCirce. Restate sintonizzati Prossima apertura.
Après le succès du STUDIO 54, une nouvelle salle pour ceux qui aiment le Soul, le Funk & le Disco
J'ai le plaisir de faire revenir l'un des programmes les plus regardés des années 70, ici sur 3dx sous forme de Club
SOUL TRAIN, venez vous amuser et écouter les plus grands succès de Soul Funky & Disco Music. Une salle incroyable créée par DJ MagaCirce. Restez connectés Ouverture prochaine.

This year we are going to the Great Organs!

Date: November 15th 2021
I shall call this
From Ashes we Rise
I wandered long, and traveled far,
Not by plane or Train or by a car.
My wanderings were all on foot
The World around, whirling ash and soot
The fire storms burned far and wide
Until the Forests all but died
And yet in embers lay there seeds
That in a season will sprout with weeds
 
Such destruction, such devastations
Fire spreading far in many nations
Burning, ravenous beast of flame
Firefighters, People, trying to tame
 
Days, weeks they toil and fight
All through endless days and nights.
And then finally the sun shines clean
The fire is banked, still a tragic scene
 
Yet in the dawns early light
A hopeful people view this sight.
Rebuilding, rebirth, starting over again
There are worse things in the World of men.
 
From the  smoldering Ashes we Rise and begin
Free ourselves from soil and soldier through the din
Shovels, Pickaxes, Hammer and nails
Building back houses and making new trails
 
We Rise from the ashes, with hope in our hearts
This is the legacy we all should impart.
Hope is not lost, when we help one another.
Our neighbor, our kin, a stranger or brother.
 
 
 
 

Jack you are one of the people I enjoy speaking to, reading about and learning from. I hope this continues for a long long time. XO Tena

Date: November 15th 2021
I shall call this
From Ashes we Rise
I wandered long, and traveled far,
Not by plane or Train or by a car.
My wanderings were all on foot
The World around, whirling ash and soot
The fire storms burned far and wide
Until the Forests all but died
And yet in embers lay there seeds
That in a season will sprout with weeds
 
Such destruction, such devastations
Fire spreading far in many nations
Burning, ravenous beast of flame
Firefighters, People, trying to tame
 
Days, weeks they toil and fight
All through endless days and nights.
And then finally the sun shines clean
The fire is banked, still a tragic scene
 
Yet in the dawns early light
A hopeful people view this sight.
Rebuilding, rebirth, starting over again
There are worse things in the World of men.
 
From the  smoldering Ashes we Rise and begin
Free ourselves from soil and soldier through the din
Shovels, Pickaxes, Hammer and nails
Building back houses and making new trails
 
We Rise from the ashes, with hope in our hearts
This is the legacy we all should impart.
Hope is not lost, when we help one another.
Our neighbor, our kin, a stranger or brother.
 
 
 
 

Jack you are one of the people I enjoy speaking to, reading about and learning from. I hope this continues for a long long time. XO Tena

What does it mean when........
Original Poem by Tena Foxxx October 4th 2021
 I can not smell, does that mean I have lost the scent of a flower?
I can not taste, does that mean I cannot remember the sweet sensation of Honey, melting slowly on my tongue?
If my skin no longer feels as it did, smooth and soft and lightly scented, does it meant that my flesh has changed forever more?
I can not smell nor taste as I once did. My skin is dry and overly sensitive, no where close to what it was a year ago.
And my hair..... I used to have such thick, lovely silken locks, cascading down my back to the base of my spine and past.
I cannot sleep soundly, I am plagued with headaches, and stomach issues..
Covid19 Virus stole that from me for a time. And even still these things are not what they used to be.
But Covid19 cannot steal away my memories of HOW things tasted, Nor how  the scent of Lilacs and Honeysuckle smell. 
Covid19 cannot take from me the Jasmine oil I still smooth along my skin and in my hair. What hair I have left, I treasure and pray I might be spared further loss.
I took these things for granted: How things tasted, how things smelt, How my skin was soft and supple. Even how thick, lovely and long my hair once was.
I thought I would always have them. 
I was wrong.
I wore masks over my face EVERYWHERE I went. Practiced safety measures. Greeted visitors to my door wearing a mask. And yet.......
Covid19 came like a thief in the night, attacking without warning..... leaving me the devastation of a body wracked with fever, drained of strength and one that almost did not make it.
My Guardian Angel whomever or whatever that entity is, saved my life. While I lay semi conscious, fighting to breathe and even move, Someone or something kept me alive.
I had thought, I was alone. 
I was wrong.
We are in fact, Never alone.... All it takes is a little hope, a trial of faith perhaps, and a bit of Universal caring. 
The Nurses, Doctors, Care givers and emergency aide people.... To them, I give my UTMOST RESPECT AND GRATITUDE!
The prayers of Family, Friends and loved ones... I felt them. I felt their warm embrace of care and concern
I BELIEVE What it means is this: Life is a Gift, that one should not Pilfer, Waste, or spend ONE moment in regret. Life is for LIVING! Let us remember to be kind to each other. To care for each other. 
Because after all, we are here on this planet, this Vital Earth to lovingly care for it and each other. Let's Do This!

What does it mean when........
Original Poem by TenaFoxx October 4th 2021
 I can not smell, does that mean I have lost the scent of a flower?
I can not taste, does that mean I cannot remember the sweet sensation of Honey, melting slowly on my tongue?
If my skin no longer feels as it did, smooth and soft and lightly scented, does it meant that my flesh has changed forever more?
I can not smell nor taste as I once did. My skin is dry and overly sensitive, no where close to what it was a year ago.
And my hair..... I used to have such thick, lovely silken locks, cascading down my back to the base of my spine and past.
I cannot sleep soundly, I am plagued with headaches, and stomach issues..
Covid19 Virus stole that from me for a time. And even still these things are not what they used to be.
But Covid19 cannot steal away my memories of HOW things tasted, Nor how  the scent of Lilacs and Honeysuckle smell. 
Covid19 cannot take from me the Jasmine oil I still smooth along my skin and in my hair. What hair I have left, I treasure and pray I might be spared further loss.
I took these things for granted: How things tasted, how things smelt, How my skin was soft and supple. Even how thick, lovely and long my hair once was.
I thought I would always have them. 
I was wrong.
I wore masks over my face EVERYWHERE I went. Practiced safety measures. Greeted visitors to my door wearing a mask. And yet.......
Covid19 came like a thief in the night, attacking without warning..... leaving me the devastation of a body wracked with fever, drained of strength and one that almost did not make it.
My Guardian Angel whomever or whatever that entity is, saved my life. While I lay semi conscious, fighting to breathe and even move, Someone or something kept me alive.
I had thought, I was alone. 
I was wrong.
We are in fact, Never alone.... All it takes is a little hope, a trial of faith perhaps, and a bit of Universal caring. 
The Nurses, Doctors, Care givers and emergency aide people.... To them, I give my UTMOST RESPECT AND GRATITUDE!
The prayers of Family, Friends and loved ones... I felt them. I felt their warm embrace of care and concern
I BELIEVE What it means is this: Life is a Gift, that one should not Pilfer, Waste, or spend ONE moment in regret. Life is for LIVING! Let us remember to be kind to each other. To care for each other. 
Because after all, we are here on this planet, this Vital Earth to lovingly care for it and each other. Let's Do This!

What does it mean when........
Original Poem by Tena Foxxx October 4th 2021
 I can not smell, does that mean I have lost the scent of a flower?
I can not taste, does that mean I cannot remember the sweet sensation of Honey, melting slowly on my tongue?
If my skin no longer feels as it did, smooth and soft and lightly scented, does it meant that my flesh has changed forever more?
I can not smell nor taste as I once did. My skin is dry and overly sensitive, no where close to what it was a year ago.
And my hair..... I used to have such thick, lovely silken locks, cascading down my back to the base of my spine and past.
I cannot sleep soundly, I am plagued with headaches, and stomach issues..
Covid19 Virus stole that from me for a time. And even still these things are not what they used to be.
But Covid19 cannot steal away my memories of HOW things tasted, Nor how  the scent of Lilacs and Honeysuckle smell. 
Covid19 cannot take from me the Jasmine oil I still smooth along my skin and in my hair. What hair I have left, I treasure and pray I might be spared further loss.
I took these things for granted: How things tasted, how things smelt, How my skin was soft and supple. Even how thick, lovely and long my hair once was.
I thought I would always have them. 
I was wrong.
I wore masks over my face EVERYWHERE I went. Practiced safety measures. Greeted visitors to my door wearing a mask. And yet.......
Covid19 came like a thief in the night, attacking without warning..... leaving me the devastation of a body wracked with fever, drained of strength and one that almost did not make it.
My Guardian Angel whomever or whatever that entity is, saved my life. While I lay semi conscious, fighting to breathe and even move, Someone or something kept me alive.
I had thought, I was alone. 
I was wrong.
We are in fact, Never alone.... All it takes is a little hope, a trial of faith perhaps, and a bit of Universal caring. 
The Nurses, Doctors, Care givers and emergency aide people.... To them, I give my UTMOST RESPECT AND GRATITUDE!
The prayers of Family, Friends and loved ones... I felt them. I felt their warm embrace of care and concern
I BELIEVE What it means is this: Life is a Gift, that one should not Pilfer, Waste, or spend ONE moment in regret. Life is for LIVING! Let us remember to be kind to each other. To care for each other. 
Because after all, we are here on this planet, this Vital Earth to lovingly care for it and each other. Let's Do This!

What does it mean when........
Original Poem by TenaFoxx October 4th 2021
 I can not smell, does that mean I have lost the scent of a flower?
I can not taste, does that mean I cannot remember the sweet sensation of Honey, melting slowly on my tongue?
If my skin no longer feels as it did, smooth and soft and lightly scented, does it meant that my flesh has changed forever more?
I can not smell nor taste as I once did. My skin is dry and overly sensitive, no where close to what it was a year ago.
And my hair..... I used to have such thick, lovely silken locks, cascading down my back to the base of my spine and past.
I cannot sleep soundly, I am plagued with headaches, and stomach issues..
Covid19 Virus stole that from me for a time. And even still these things are not what they used to be.
But Covid19 cannot steal away my memories of HOW things tasted, Nor how  the scent of Lilacs and Honeysuckle smell. 
Covid19 cannot take from me the Jasmine oil I still smooth along my skin and in my hair. What hair I have left, I treasure and pray I might be spared further loss.
I took these things for granted: How things tasted, how things smelt, How my skin was soft and supple. Even how thick, lovely and long my hair once was.
I thought I would always have them. 
I was wrong.
I wore masks over my face EVERYWHERE I went. Practiced safety measures. Greeted visitors to my door wearing a mask. And yet.......
Covid19 came like a thief in the night, attacking without warning..... leaving me the devastation of a body wracked with fever, drained of strength and one that almost did not make it.
My Guardian Angel whomever or whatever that entity is, saved my life. While I lay semi conscious, fighting to breathe and even move, Someone or something kept me alive.
I had thought, I was alone. 
I was wrong.
We are in fact, Never alone.... All it takes is a little hope, a trial of faith perhaps, and a bit of Universal caring. 
The Nurses, Doctors, Care givers and emergency aide people.... To them, I give my UTMOST RESPECT AND GRATITUDE!
The prayers of Family, Friends and loved ones... I felt them. I felt their warm embrace of care and concern
I BELIEVE What it means is this: Life is a Gift, that one should not Pilfer, Waste, or spend ONE moment in regret. Life is for LIVING! Let us remember to be kind to each other. To care for each other. 
Because after all, we are here on this planet, this Vital Earth to lovingly care for it and each other. Let's Do This!

What does it mean when........
Original Poem by Tena Foxxx October 4th 2021
 I can not smell, does that mean I have lost the scent of a flower?
I can not taste, does that mean I cannot remember the sweet sensation of Honey, melting slowly on my tongue?
If my skin no longer feels as it did, smooth and soft and lightly scented, does it meant that my flesh has changed forever more?
I can not smell nor taste as I once did. My skin is dry and overly sensitive, no where close to what it was a year ago.
And my hair..... I used to have such thick, lovely silken locks, cascading down my back to the base of my spine and past.
I cannot sleep soundly, I am plagued with headaches, and stomach issues..
Covid19 Virus stole that from me for a time. And even still these things are not what they used to be.
But Covid19 cannot steal away my memories of HOW things tasted, Nor how  the scent of Lilacs and Honeysuckle smell. 
Covid19 cannot take from me the Jasmine oil I still smooth along my skin and in my hair. What hair I have left, I treasure and pray I might be spared further loss.
I took these things for granted: How things tasted, how things smelt, How my skin was soft and supple. Even how thick, lovely and long my hair once was.
I thought I would always have them. 
I was wrong.
I wore masks over my face EVERYWHERE I went. Practiced safety measures. Greeted visitors to my door wearing a mask. And yet.......
Covid19 came like a thief in the night, attacking without warning..... leaving me the devastation of a body wracked with fever, drained of strength and one that almost did not make it.
My Guardian Angel whomever or whatever that entity is, saved my life. While I lay semi conscious, fighting to breathe and even move, Someone or something kept me alive.
I had thought, I was alone. 
I was wrong.
We are in fact, Never alone.... All it takes is a little hope, a trial of faith perhaps, and a bit of Universal caring. 
The Nurses, Doctors, Care givers and emergency aide people.... To them, I give my UTMOST RESPECT AND GRATITUDE!
The prayers of Family, Friends and loved ones... I felt them. I felt their warm embrace of care and concern
I BELIEVE What it means is this: Life is a Gift, that one should not Pilfer, Waste, or spend ONE moment in regret. Life is for LIVING! Let us remember to be kind to each other. To care for each other. 
Because after all, we are here on this planet, this Vital Earth to lovingly care for it and each other. Let's Do This!

A Life, to imagine it could be different. My "friend" Derai, imagines this. She is unique. She is honest. She is who she is.
I count myself lucky to be called "friend."
Imagine a place, a time, when there was no "color" of a persons skin, And we see not their color, but just see People. 
Imagine living Life, in Peace... 
You may say I'm a Dreamer. But I am not the only one..... 
 
 
 
 

This poem I found today, hit a chord in me.... inexplicably so. I wished to share it as we are in a World Wide pandemic: The likes of which  haven't been seen since the Bubonic Plague which Hit Europe in the 1300's. The Black Death, it was called. I share this now...... as I am not resigned nor do I surrender quietly.
 
 
 
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.   Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.   The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.   Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.    

This poem I found today, hit a chord in me.... inexplicably so. I wished to share it as we are in a World Wide pandemic: The likes of which  haven't been seen since the Bubonic Plague which Hit Europe in the 1300's. The Black Death, it was called. I share this now...... as I am not resigned nor do I surrender quietly.
 
 
 
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.   Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.   The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.   Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.    

This poem I found today, hit a chord in me.... inexplicably so. I wished to share it as we are in a World Wide pandemic: The likes of which  haven't been seen since the Bubonic Plague which Hit Europe in the 1300's. The Black Death, it was called. I share this now...... as I am not resigned nor do I surrender quietly.
 
 
 
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.   Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.   The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.   Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.    

This poem I found today, hit a chord in me.... inexplicably so. I wished to share it as we are in a World Wide pandemic: The likes of which  haven't been seen since the Bubonic Plague which Hit Europe in the 1300's. The Black Death, it was called. I share this now...... as I am not resigned nor do I surrender quietly.
 
 
 
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.   Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.   The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.   Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.    

im so excited
 

A Life, to imagine it could be different. My "friend" Derai, imagines this. She is unique. She is honest. She is who she is.
I count myself lucky to be called "friend."
Imagine a place, a time, when there was no "color" of a persons skin, And we see not their color, but just see People. 
Imagine living Life, in Peace... 
You may say I'm a Dreamer. But I am not the only one..... 
 
 
 
 

A Life, to imagine it could be different. My "friend" Derai, imagines this. She is unique. She is honest. She is who she is.
I count myself lucky to be called "friend."
Imagine a place, a time, when there was no "color" of a persons skin, And we see not their color, but just see People. 
Imagine living Life, in Peace... 
You may say I'm a Dreamer. But I am not the only one..... 
 
 
 
 

A Life, to imagine it could be different. My "friend" Derai, imagines this. She is unique. She is honest. She is who she is.
I count myself lucky to be called "friend."
Imagine a place, a time, when there was no "color" of a persons skin, And we see not their color, but just see People. 
Imagine living Life, in Peace... 
You may say I'm a Dreamer. But I am not the only one..... 
 
 
 
 

This video is my gift for KeldurPayne and AmberMistyPayne for the wedding and this video is also a gift for SexySteffffies She made a very beautiful location) I hug and kiss you all)From Russia with love)