Trumpet at three;
Crumpet, chai tea.
Etun Atay
The Sword of Stars pierces the veil,
To expose the universe to a holy female.
She will bring peace throughout the lands.
The shroud will lift and there will be a man,
Who walks alone all dressed in black.
The sun on his back is a chasing fireball,
And his only escape is in her mind,
If he can find and see through her eyes.
The two will meet in a moment of perfection.
The world will unite beneath the lights of Heaven,
Which reign down upon the throng of singers,
Who sing their songs to the unbelievers,
Who shall be convinced by a story of epiphanies,
That light up life like a rain of sunbeams,
Blinding the darkness,
Making all unseen to be seen,
Creating meaning,
Dreamers dreaming,
Silence the screaming,
For only joy can reign this day.
Glory, Glory, etun atay.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Always
Can’t stop listening to ‘Always’.
In all ways I am under her spell.
Don’t want to quit thinking of future days,
Because right now I am free from my personal Hell.
I am walking in the light for love is glorious.
It is not asking to take anymore from us.
We are speaking without words, telepathic understanding.
I think about her and she let’s me keep on dreaming.
Lost in a moment of purity.
Not harmed by the truth of what is.
Living in a head of fantasy,
Is walking through air blowing bliss.
It embraces me with loving arms.
She holds me gently to keep me from harm.
I am day dreaming of a life so charmed,
That nothing can cause me to fear what could be, or what was.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Man, there we were sitting in the front row,
this one night now a fantasy come true.
There is no way we could begin to know
in that moment what we would need to do.
A backstage pass you were able to go,
Prince let you in I had to fret and stew.
The Artist's spontaneous meet and greet,
woke up now I want a real life repeat.
for Darkside Of Aquarius Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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darkness rides out of brimstones flames,
upon wild horses numbering four,
bringing forth the horrors of their war,
the golden path all theirs to exploit and claim.
the promises rode in chariots of fears,
as the archer shot his arrows of ills and pain,
so man cried with a flood of acid tears,
burning his lost soul-strangled in a binding chain.
poison rained down on the angel's land,
as man's sins grow from embryos,
the dragon breathes his lustful demand,
from his mountain top-high plateau.
from the east-a cooling wind will blow,
and a lotus will grow out of the burning sands,
thus starting a change inside the embryo,
casting all from the darkness covering the angels' lands.
the dragon's breath will hold no fear,
when you open the recesses of your mind,
the wizard becomes the inner seer,
as you listen to the silence-and the kind.
darkness strength weakens as it heals,
when you turn the ancient-wheels.
A soft wind whispers
early September.
The year is passing
and you are closed
for good.
You were more
than brick and mortar—
You had a heart.
Now you rest in shadows
in the downtown.
You still bear the voices
of those who came in
for a burger or a drink
also playing video games
or sports.
I still hold in my heart
how you cared for
the servers working
their way through college.
They were the dearest friends.
But mostly I remember
the Friday nights when
I stood on the dining porch
and you urged me to sing.
I still hear the applause.
I still hold dear the night
when I painted a waterfall
while nursing a drink
in your loft.
O how a blank canvas came to life.
Each morning the sun shines
but your lights are off.
Sparrows dance in the sidewalk
and chatter by the front steps.
But as I drive and take a look
I sing my song for you.
rap pounding in my ears
not at all sure what it means
~ stilletos whacking at my skull
Today I met Elvis
Not one who have left the building
The apple sometimes fall far from the tree
But he played to the crowd
Hands on to the ladies
My left foot kept the time
And he was older than 42
A raw and calloused thumb
Sliding over steel
The sound of buzzing string
Is the only thing that's real
A kind and loving world
A place I saw on screen
That kind that won't exist
The kind that makes me scream
I strike another chord
I play until I bleed
It's the kind of sound I want
It's the kind of sound I need
To make it through the day
To make it through the week
To make it through my life
To lift me when I'm weak
I pay another bill
I write another check
I click another mouse
I'm at another desk
I wipe it all away
When I play the tetra line
I'm in another world
The kind of world that's kind
The Jazz poem brothers, so hip and so way cool,
With their smooth jazz talk, they never play the street fool/
They snap their fingers and dance to the bass conga beat/
Their rhythm and rhyme are hip in time/man, they are kicking the verse and breaking it down/
They paint a mind collage with each word they say, Man, it just lays me out / What can I say/
Taking us on a word poem journey, in their special soul jazz spoken word way/
Get down to their word flow/ a slaughterhouse of jazz words/poetry from the jazz edge/let's go/
The brothers transport us to a place where the bebop Buddha shows his face/
Yo listen up tight, to what their jazz word orchestra has to say/
Let their words guide you to the jazz planet in the Milky Way/
The Jazz poem brothers know how to groove high/to the spoken word poetry/ in the simmering jazz Zen sky/
Their poetry word jazz will lift you/Man, it's a swingin' affair/ Miles, Trane, and Diz/ horn blowing word jazz and a gin fizz/The jazz poem brothers/in search of the new word vibe/Tossing a snow storm of words into the crowd as they wave by by/
and talented rainbow fish is on the sax of course
This was pointed out by my cousin the lop-sided horse
Not that we could miss it, his tunes were melodically sound.
he was the best musician in this club underground.
Give me the strength to
remove the obstacles
What's this things
that was let me go
Which toils
Do best to tease
But my faith in him
He whoo walk on the sea
Faith moves mountains
Know how hard you try
Faith dries up weeping eyes
Feed me fishes and loaves
Marry me cause I proposed
Um ah summer love inn
Springtime
Thru everything you are mine
I stay in love with you everytime
Love me Jesus stay on my side
love me like Jesus everytime
Me still love you
Me still love you
Faith moves mountains
Everytime
Lord give me the strength
Might I climb
Faith moves mountains
Jesus said he will
I faulter and stumble
He loves me still
puzzled what to say
things aint going the way
the strings are supossed to be here
the strings should be here
there they are ,there they are
it needs something else
how you'd like being by yourself
there it is
hmmmmmm
ooh
ooh
the way it needs to be
got me feeling thangs
maybe it's the strangs
I like the way the basy groove is
that's the way it's gotta be
"le corna cornee" (kiss-kiss) marvelous
like it when they do that there
put it on
take it off
make it hard
it's way to soft
put itin
grind it down
you got get down
you gotta get down
it's the groove to make you move
it's that doubt that makes you shout
get in line
there's a doo-wee-doo thang
going on right here
ooh
I just wanna say
before you have it your way
I like it this way
you did all this for me
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dah- bow we bow why
stanza behind the clefs
you are
you are
whoomp;whoomp;whoomp
dah- yo doo we ah ooh ah
say that we ah-ooh ah
dah-say we
ah-ooh-ah
ooh ah-!
ooh-ah!
Whoomp;whoomp;whoomp;whoomp!
ono una ruota che gira sempre
senza una destinazione o un rullo
Sono una trottola che gira sempre
che gira finché non mi fermo
Signore, cosa devo fare?
Allora cosa devo fare?
I miei mondi in un vortice
Dammi amore o speranza
Solo una cosa a cui aggrapparmi
Mi fai girare in tondo
Ohh in giro
E in giro vado
Sono legato a te
Per te
Ohh, ooh, ohh
Sono un orologio senza volto
Con speranze senza tempo
Che non si fermano mai
Signore, quando mi sento così
Tu conosci la mia anima in cambio
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una piccola cosa a cui aggrapparsi, ah
mi hai fatto girare in tondo
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Type
Aggiunta di cipolla
Sung By:Puglia
the Arturia Audietion
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Bruised Ego's
and hurt feelings
overcoming the
stresses of differences
scaling the cultivation of secrecy
to partner and reporter
to connect and communicate
the emotional and physical intimacies
of belonging
being needed
being wanted
and being loved
non- deceptive
the justifcation of
conflict in resolution
the eventaul day
of togetherness
to start anew
to unite as one
Spoke Eros Te Love God
to these people who needed Guidance
for that togetherness after conflict
Meanderd Might they
sort between the things
that matter
Those tender mercies whisper to the need of belonging
Echo of Mercy Whispers of Love
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