I get a glimpse of you
A soft hue of light lavender rising in my dawn
gliding fervently in sun-kissed breeze
An ephemeral beauty enchanting the depths of these caramel eyes
flaunting your gossamer wings in whimsical ballad
sprinkling ethereal dew upon the embers of my heart
And I feel it,a florescent flutter tickling my bare shoulder
a slight inhale of fragrance's breath lingering within my thought
chasing the back of my neck,teasing in wistful wonder
My blushed smile preserves the moment
Of your tender brush across the silk peach of my cheek
Of your fervent kiss fading in evanescent bliss
and unspoiled warmth of ardent touch upon my hair
My heart capture the seconds
till those iridescent wings fly high in sheer splendor
to crimson blossoms which bloom,which sway
which bleed and bend,which wrap their thorns
around my feet,around my hand
So,I would not follow dreams'coloured pastels
So I would not run to you,and I would not find you
by Spring's muddy gardens,in the faraway land.
Contest : ' In the Faraway!!!' sponsored by G.Veneto
Inspired by love and nature
Written by- Charmaine Chircop
Dedicated to those who work day and night in all kinds of weather to bring us our stuff. We all know we get cranky if we don’t get our stuff!
My daddy was a truckin’ man, back in ’63
hardly ever home with his family of three.
Mostly drivin’ Idaho, highway 95.
Drivin’ in the winter, hard to stay alive.
He headed up to Grangeville, loaded with some gas
had to cross the twister — dreaded White Bird Pass
Road coiled like a slinky, full of mule-shoe turns.
Wasn’t any guard rail then, just some earthen berms.
Middle of a blizzard, wasn’t fit for beast nor man.
Daddy had no choice, there was no better plan.
Chained the drivers like he should, headed up the hill.
Taming curves on snow-packed ice, required an iron will.
A mile from the summit, the blizzard took a break
What my daddy saw, surely made him shake.
A wagon full of cub scouts, some mama at the wheel
crossed the line a skiddin' — he likely heard her squeal.
In a fatal instant, a fateful choice he made
he saved a pack of lives, but his truck went o’er the grade.
A jackknifed trailer skidding weighed dang-near fifteen tons
but it saved a tearful mother and dozen mother’s sons.
Somehow Daddy managed, to make that truck a dove,
it touched the wagon’s bumper, like a gentle velvet glove.
In the mirror he watched, as he headed out of sight,
the wagon gently kissed the uphill bank, ending one bad plight.
The choice he made that day, became my daddy’s end.
His truck rolled down the hill, his very final bend.
Now there is a new road, on that very hill
Modern, straighter, safer, because of daddy Bill.
If you’re ever out that way, be sure to stop and read the sign:
“A hero lived and died here, way before his time.”
As the chandelier dances with lustrous light.
Eras of still slumber awoken...from fluid dreams,
...in the depths of her confines...hibernating..
..fermenting her taste...timeless beauty.
Legends of vineyards past...uncorked.
Poured into existence by a charming present sommelier..
The bubbling prelude enters...a smoke filled scene.
Her sparkling silhouette...emerges on a silver platter.
...of her bottled mystery of decades past.
Penning the inception of empty chapters of glass...
..with her sweet tasting presence...
...nervously sweating condensation.
Fulfilling the myths of bottled beauty of life’s unknowns.
Overflowing the pages...in liquid stanzas
...of dazzling passion.
Her legacy manifests...scripting an ardent saga,
Staining the aura of pleasant reality.
Shining elegantly...while striding across marble floors.
Echoing...soft chronicles of champagne light.
Love, a crimson...virgin berry...plucked from vineyards afar..
...bottled for aging beauty...filled to the capacity of his clear figure..
While passionately...embraced by his fragileness of crystal arms.
...in the ballad of wine and glass.
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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The flame that I once held
The one that shone bright
Within the ground will meld
On this merciless cold night
The empty night
Will flood with rain
Tonight I fight
Just to stay sane
Dimensions of pain
Will fill the sky
Within this rain
Hear my feint cry
The mistress will fade
The skies will cry
Diamond to jade
Ambition to die
Within that lost soul
Resides a key
I find me
THE SUN AND MOON DANCE V Anderson-Throop 2013, June
A sky-borne swan
on the wing
I face true North
when it is Spring
Forget sore wings
or broken heart---
I heed a call---
tears me apart
No sweeter sky
that soars the mind---
when sun and moon
Dance side by side
North Summer nights---
the white nights call---
there is no time
to fret or stall---
no excuses, no one to blame
in heading North
There is no shame.
Thru White nights dance
both sun and moon
no lover's parting
Arrives too soon
In icy Spring
Like Grandma's broom
The white night's sweep
Life into bloom
Snow-dark has fled
And time has flown
My True Love's bed.
Over these mountains
Like Grandma's broom
The white night's sweep
Life into bloom--
Thru White nights dance
both sun and moon
no lover's parting
arrives too soon.
Hang on tight--
If you dare
for it is far.
Come, Darlin' Love,
share this delight
No thrill soars past
My white North Nights
that never ends---
by: Acquah Vicki
Raphael:( A BALLAD )
The name rolled off of his tongue so gaily,
He seemed to be fulfilled by just saying
" RAH PHA EL". Matthew's
wheels were spinning
this was the one who
would save him,from
the wild and crazy life on
South Beach as a waiter.
Blond Blue eyed slim statues
man from New york-
Found the dark and tan
a fantasy and a treasure
that had now become his reality.
Every thought of Raphael would
delight his eyes with pleasure.
He walked on his tip toes almost as
a ballerina when he spoke of Raphael.
Raphael, rich- Handsome and happy.
Matt waited each day,joyfully
to jump into Raphael's
sports car and parade in front
of Coconuts and Mangoes.
As Raphael zoomed up,Matt
was with wings, He took off and
was about to hoover, when the signal
was, "do not come any closer ".
Raphael waved him off.
He soon saw why and
much to Matt's surprise
watched the undercover
unload the Porsche' with
what they had discovered.
I, as Matt's surrogate mother--
witnessed Matt's moon-lit eyes wane-
I shared in his pain. Thinking....
" New yorker's should know better "
Still, I held him as he cried.
He survived to tell the tale.
Off into the distance Matt did stare
as one last time he spoke
Unity of mind, body, and spirit the qualifier of love
The wedding vows
If you love somebody, let him know.
When life is short, why would you not explode?
Whispering in his ear about your heart,
he will assume it’s an inner voice.
If you love somebody, shout it to the world.
Share time with that person so he will know.
Tell him via intimate words.
Write him a love poem.
When life is short, why would you not be a bombshell?
Spread your wings like a butterfly you are beautiful.
Make him recognize what he has.
Humor his mind make him laugh.
When you love somebody, superimpose.
Take control of his soul.
Lay above all his meants.
Create an ambiance he wants to be within.
If you love someone, find his passions.
Don’t allow negative stressors.
Time is of the essence.
Figurine - shape your bust all he wants is to be loved.
Penned on May 12, 2014!
Come and listen awhile I pray
To hear a sad love story,
I have only a minute to stay
To tell the tale of Malcolm McCorey.
I'm Malcolm, Sally was my bride
I've loved her since grade school,
She was my life and my pride
And, I was her ever loving fool.
Work let off early that night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
When my eyes beheld the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.
My Sally was not forthcoming
And, I was blind by love's adoring,
I swear I never saw it coming
The day my Sally went a whoring.
This wasn't some casual adoring
That I might could understand,
This was at our home a whoring
In our bed with another man.
It was a cold and rainy night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
I wasn't prepared for the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.
The truth came like a blinding light
She couldn't wait to shut the door,
When I came home early that night
While she gaily played the whore!
She glared up at me in surprise
At seeing me suddenly arrive,
I stared back into her lying eyes
Down the barrel of my forty five!
It was a stormy and dismal night
And it kept pouring down in sheets,
I'll never forget the awful sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.
The Padre' comes to comfort me
My life's now run it's course,
Today my pain will cease to be
Soon, I'll feel no more remorse.
I forgive myself of all at last
My soul will soon go soaring,
Today will soon be o'er and past
The pain, of Sally gone a whoring.
* Malcolm was executed in may of 1969. May God have mercy on his soul.
Timothy I. Brumley
A lot of candles
Lament the tame roe;
And grills in splinters.
Through light of day and darkness of my heartbeat
My love for you, you shall see
Twelve Angel's smiles beyond this artists' cold feet
Whose legs once belonged to me
The sun and moon can marry not another
More perfect than you to me
And the evening can not break the time we share
My love for you, you shall see
A soft man you gave kisses to walked half the Earth
With legs that belonged to me
Whose only pure thought was that of a dove
To love and set you free
Now this is the time that your eyes may have read
My love for you, you shall see
If I am the shadow that can not move on
With legs that belong to me
The ink I have written will become the blood
And sin will haunt over me
Because of my veins, myself I have opened
My love for you , you shall see
The eyes of men, with envy and magic
Tempted your true love from me
And not to be jealous I smile as the victim
My love for you, you shall see
With feet that the demons or Angel's may swear
Are legs that belong to me
Yet her necklace massages her as if I
Were holding her closer to me
My body more dust than can be
Often my reflection she sees in the mirror
My love for her, she will see
And memories may move her hand to caress
Legs that once belonged to me
For the moon and the sun will eclipse out of love
As the legs that once belonged to me
Through heaven and hell I shall still feel her moisture
On the legs that once belonged to me
From the turning of wind on the teardrops of kin
And the burning with-in of my shadows and sin
Away, free as a bird she shall be
My fond love for her, she shall see
i read your words and know your pain
i feel your heart and wish in vain
no one should feel as lonely as you
every soul deserves to be happy and true
smile now, just for smile's sake
warm your mind and erase the hate
keep your heartbeat strong and rejoice
love and joy is your best choice
don't feel the hurt or regret the life
even though you may be filled with strife
remember the good times that was had
look toward the better ones to outshine the bad
it may seem like the world will surely end
that a heart ripped in two can never mend
if you should know nothing else than this
know that you are loved and truly missed
all around me hums
as I dance to a new song
ballads of what's true
Alexandria was a gallant knight,
She used to sit at Arthur’s Round Table.
Dressed as a boy, she helped knights fight evil
As the Blue eyed hero of this fable.
The young lady fell in love with Arthur,
But unknowing, he married Guinevere.
Alex’s heart was hurt, but she stayed true,
She battled alongside him without fear.
Sparring with Lancelot, she learned to fight,
Alex earned respect from her belov’d king,
He never knew she was an armored girl.
He only saw her long weapons in swing.
On a dark and stormy night they set off,
The knights of Camelot looked for The Grail;
Alex as custom rode by Arthur’s side.
They searched through forest glades without avail.
Finally they came across a large cave,
Its dark and dank depths were filled with despair.
Alex entered in front of the brigade,
Arthur gave her braveness no thought or care.
Down in the black unfathomable cave,
At the farthest reaches a light appeared.
Guided by instincts, they knew this was it,
The home of the Holy Grail they revered.
The room guarding The Grail sparkled with gold,
Hundreds of cups lined the intricate walls.
Together the comrades stood and puzzled.
Which of these cups would bring about their falls?
Would it be a goblet, made out of glass?
Could something like The Cup be plainly wood?
Arthur studied the many chalices.
He thought he’d found it, no one understood.
On a pillar was a gold glass, shining.
Its pleasant brightness filled up the whole room.
Arthur was about to drink its liquid
When Alex interfered and met her doom.
Arthur’s brave knight wanted to try it first,
She knew the wrong choice would bring instant death;
So she begged Arthur to let her test first,
After drinking, she soon ran out of breath.
Alex knew that Christ was a carpenter,
She wasn’t surprised that he’d chosen wrong.
Alex knew that her love would bring her fall,
So our hero bade a silent so long.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away—
I met the person whom I shall love.
It was summer season—in the month of May,
when I found my dearest dove—
my life; my beloved; my prized;
my cherished with no name.
In that land far, far away, surrounded by the seas,
by the name of Puerto Prinsesa,
we tasted the sweet scent of its breeze—
I and my cherished with no name—
as little seraphs of heaven sang in bliss.
Stealing glances, that’s all we had
in that land far, far away;
and also in stealing glances, our tale has ended,
as we witnessed ourselves falling away.
The sun never rises without bringing me trances
of my cherished with no name;
the wind always whistles but I never had the chance
to hear the voice
of my cherished with no name;
and so, my heart desires
of revisiting our land far, far away—
to bring me back to the scenes,
to bring me back to my once upon a time
that my yearning heart once has seen.
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee
Jonathan Moore had a cocktail queen
She lit up the skylight, move over Charlene!
Crack-jack milly-dilly four and a teen
Ain't come round here, she's in Johnny Moore's dream
Coastal giant wave-rider, top of the scene
Never quite made it up to see Magdalene
Jiffy-miff hacky-tack four and a teen
Thousand words a picture, on top o' James Dean
California jelly-bean, man overseas
Peasantry drinkin' up moonlight 'n' tea
Fenny-benny piggle-wiggle four and a teen
Coffee growers naggin' 'bout Jack and the Bean
Kissing tigers wanderin' through coal mine reeds
Took his twenty dollars, 'twas more than they'd seen
Cally-cat whistle-whine turn a new leaf
Never known a joker didn't have him a thief
THE FAIR ELAINE
My mother had an uncle, Hayes,
Who loved the banker's child
Hayes was just a dray man
It made the banker wild
When Hayes proposed to fair Elaine
He asked for her sweet hand
Her father said that he’d agree
If Hayes could buy some land.
So off Hayes went
To make his stake
He traveled night and day
Until he found a growing town
He knew he had to stay
he drove his mule team
train to train
delivered tons of goods
and every day he wrote to her
he’d promised that he would
and once a week he mailed the pack
he sent his seven letters
she saved them all
so comforted that
times were getting better
and in two years
Hayes had the cash
To marry fair Elaine
He hitched his mules
To go for her
And traveled ‘cross the plain
And when he came up to her house
Black wreathes were on her door
He knocked and found his fair Elaine
Was on this earth no more
Hayes went home in sorrow
Took a shotgun from the shelf
He shot his pair of finest mules
And then he shot himself
BALLAD OF STRANGER.
I have come from a far off land
A stranger on the greyer steed
Thence I have seen my true love
Where all sweetness of her resides.
She is a maid of starry nights
With hint of wistfulness in her eyes
Having tasted her starlit fenced gaze
A pause for a moment to contemplate.
Honest I have seen such a lass
From dazzling beauty shading eyes
And pity for my heart to loose, sighs
Because her beauty has so many guiles.
No more I will bemoan my fate
I will tell the tale again and again
I have drunk from decanter of wishes
Blessed be my fair maid and her kisses.
THE SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER (from my grandmother's life--her betrothed lost at sea on a whaling vessel in Norway 1890)
by Victoria Anderson-Throop
The winds blow free
And the winds blow cold
There never was a man so bold
As the man I loved who went to sea
The month he was to marry me
Times were hard
And times were tough
Winds were cold
North seas were rough
But a whaling man will fight for breath
Dare the sea , defy their death
He ordered his crew
“come follow me
Who fears to sail
“No, don’t leave me--
Please --I called”
He slapped me then
He was appalled
I had shamed him with my fear
I should have handed him his gear
And wished him well upon his way
Gone on like any other day
A woman’s place is by the shore
Nothing less and nothing more
She never begs and never cries
Unless her own beloved dies
While I waited on the shore
Fear seeped out of every pore
Days went by
And then a week
Tears were shed by brave and meek
Life was bitter, life was sour
A bell was sounded from the tower
For each beloved man
What a bitter
And , for me,
My life's in tatters.
Men don’t know the thing that matters--
I wish I had my man so sweet
Not my world
Thrown at my feet.
Oh darlin’ babe now in my arms
Don’t fall victim to wild charms
When the sea calls in your head
Stay at home-- die in your bed
Behold my brother, MDG
Handsome, gifted, crazy
Living his days in drudgery
Thoughts unfocused, hazy
He takes his hat off in the rain
Looks down upon her grave
He sinks to earth in melting pain
Her life he could not save
He loved her then, still loves her now
Helpless as he sits here
She gave to him her lifelong vow
That he should never fear
Her going before him in death
He was the older one
He’d be first to draw the last breath
That promise, now undone
Leaves him lonely to start new life
He does not know how to
Begin afresh without his wife
He struggles to bow to
What he cannot comprehend –
Shorn of his beloved
Filled with a grief that never ends
Life? How can he live it?
Now he feels enraged, quite angry
Nothing’s fair about this!
So he sets out, mean and hungry
To try to make right this
Is more like it he thinks --)
To refuse death’s sad invitation
He shakes his head and blinks
For there, before him, standing tall
A shadow figure waits
From its petrified fingers fall
First closed, then open gates
One portal to the unknown days,
The other, portal past
He shifted back and forth his gaze
Then suddenly, he gasped
Through portal past he saw himself
Lost, grave side, deep in pain
And then that scene resolved itself
In pouring, golden rain
Through the portal of unknown days
He sees her peaceful face
And seeks to trust God’s unknown ways
On earth, in time and space
He decided not to fight it
Or beg his lover back
No need to undo or right it
He saw there was no lack
Her peaceful face shone in his mind
Her spirit touched his soul
His vision cleared, no longer blind
His heart was healed, made whole
The pouring rain lets slowly go
The earth that holds the grave
His mind fills up with Spirit’s glow
He’s clean, reborn and brave
He can now face his life alone
Until his time to die
He knows her soul’s not trapped in stone
She’s always by his side
He’s happy now, with many friends
Who understand his peace
He lost his need to make amends
Their love will never cease
The ballad of Billy Crow
A man lived in the city
By the name of Billy Crow
He was a handsome fellow
And the girls all loved him so
He loved to drink the whiskey
And he smoked a lot of dope
And most folk who did know him
They gave him little hope.
One day this handsome fellow
Met a girl who loved him well
She was a pretty lady
And for her Billy fell
Then one day they got married
He put a ring upon her finger
But Billy he was not the type
That with one girl could linger.
Now Jenny ling was jealous
It was just the way she was
She tried to trust her Billy
But she could not, because
She’d seen him eying other girls
With lust, there, in his eyes
And Jenny she’d seen this before
From her other loving guys.
One day she followed Jimmy
To the bar where he did drink
And what she saw within that bar
It made her kind of shrink
She took a gun and shot her man
And put him in his grave
Something it did burst in her
No thought to this she gave.
Now she rots in a Prison cell
And he lies in the ground
Jealousy is such a curse
But when a husband’s found
Making love to another girl
Then this too be a curse
The murderer, or the cheater
Can you tell me ‘Who is worse’?
10 July 2014 @ 1957hrs.
You Rode Into My Town
Gunned all The Lonely Deputies Down
Blew-Up The Bank Of Trust, In Our Face …
Where, There Was Hope … Is Now Empty Space …
… Now, I Gotta Chase You ! …
Armed and Dangerous
Jesse James, Would Be Jealous
… of You – Outlaw !
You’re Outrageous …
… and You’re An Outlaw ! …
Stealing Hearts, Like They Was Gold
… Silver Bullets, Are The Lies, You Told
Just A Masked-Man, Running Away …
No Longing-Arms, Can Make You Stay
… This Is Where You Pay (Now) ! …
# 1 On Our Wanted List …
They Told Me You Never Miss ! …
… In A Duel, or A Quick Kiss …
… You’re An Outlaw !
Rustlin’ Cows and Cheating at Cards
Done Knocked Down, Many A Weak and Off-Guard
I Will Chase You Long and Hard
To Show You, How It Feels To Be Scarred …
… My Personal Reward ! …
$ 10,000.00 Reward
A Dollar, For Each Broken Heart
… Better Get A Head-Start …
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / That’s What All Outlaws Sing!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Then, This is Just A Real Bad Dream!
Oh, I didn’t do Anything / Stop! … Then, Where’s Her Dadgum Ring? …
You Avoid Honor, Like A Hangman’s Noose
Out There, Wild and Still Running Loose
Wanted Posters, Up On Every Wall
When They Look At It … Tears Just Fall …
… You’re A Real Quick-Draw ! …
Look At That Brim …
Cocked-Low, Like A Trigger-Rim …
… Yeah, That’s Him ! …
… It’s The Outlaw ! …
This is Showdown For Nerves-On-Edge
No More Hide-Outs; Not Another Hedge
No More Ladies, Lying On A Ledge
No More Lies, Or A Broken Pledge …
… See This Badge !!! …
I Shoot Straight From A Curve-Hip …
You Won’t Get To Give Me The Slip …
You’re Gonna Get Wild-Whipped …
Girl, I Know You’re Hurtin’ / But He Was Only Flirtin’
Luv, Stop Your Crying / Break Free From His Lying
Hon, I’m Doing You A Favor / He Ain’t Never Gonna Put No Ring On Your Finger …
He’s An Outlaw !
(Part One of Two)
A gentle knight chirped and roaming the way of desert at night.
His dancy browny hair, blue eyes made romantic guy and couraged.
He lured by lovely song beyond a hill.
Eagerly, he rushed his horse and fell swooned.
He lightly opened his eyes but did not movable, groaning pains.
His wounds tide with herb and bluey fungus.
A spinster, an oldman lived in this hut sitting anxious looking.
The nature of love girl sing a praying song under a coniferous.
He falls asleep and his wounds healing miracle by love.
He said many gratitude thanks and parting smiles.
The spinster missed her heart and possess a minute death.
She weaving her heart gifted garland to him with splendid love-smells.
The nightjar song impressed his love seek, find to fail.
The red war period started, as his melancholy love.
He stabed not but earning many love wounds.
His inner voice of love but fluttering dove!
He became love-sicker and also think about the bewitching voice.
Again he searched, his red wounds badly hurt.
His instinct wishes that met her love-face lastly.
He brings only thorny's love-blood at shadow night.
Dews fluttering with his worthy red-blood gently to the heaven.
He is rescued by the same spinster his heart-venus.
She takes a letter and his pleasant love-subject written with golden tunes.
Her tears of love tinkling on, the love-wounds bleeding with joyous!
She feeds him on the love's last breath of lyric but sad love-melody chill.
The worthy fairest carved immortalized their love-chapter.
If you smelled the monumental garland it described the unbelievable love-tale.
The love-origin pastoral surrounded with red grasses one touch it
Hear him singing from Heaven,
his soft ballad is so humble and soulful;
feel the intense emotion quivering again
as his rich and soft voice appeals to all...
who wouldn't cherish the sweet memory
of a singer with a voice so extraordinary?
The lyrics express his intense feelings,
and he deeply feels what he expresses...
and he embarks on a long journey, taking us along,
allowing us to appreciate love's faithfulness in song.
Listen carefully to his superb singing and accept his invitation;
allow him to take you to the serene Heavens...that final destination.
Nuthin’, But Trouble and Texas-Tuff
But for You – Stuff’s About To Get Rough
By Now, You Should Have Had Enough
Now, Make Your Choice, Hang ‘Em High, or Cuffs ? …
… Come Out With Your Hands Us ! …
Are You That Hot-Bloodied, Heart Killer ? …
Well, You Look A Lot Like Him, Mister …
… by the way, that You Kissed Her …
You’re An Outlaw !
Beneath Stars or by Light Of The Moon
I’m Riding Fast … Will Catch Up Soon
Midnight … Will Be Our Stroke Of High Noon
I Stand-Steady … I Will Not Swoon …
… This Is Your Once In A Blue Moon ! …
… and Outlaw ! … I’m Calling You Out !
Outlaw ! … Come Out, Of Your Hide-Out !
Outlaw ! … There Is No Doubt …
… You’re My Outlaw …
Outlaw ! … I’m Bringing You In !
… You’ll Never Ride The Range Again
Outlaw ! … ‘Cause Only Then …
… You’ll Be My Outlaw … Outlaw !
I'm Clyde's missing rib his drug to get high, but I'm also the lover who told him a lie.
We went to town and for a day we did linger, so I went get his name tattooed on my finger,
But the guy he messed up, and the ink it bled out, you should of heard me create, scream
Now I should of come clean and told him it went wrong, instead I sang Clyde a different song.
I told him it looked pretty just wait for the picture, instead of telling the truth of
this permanent fixture.
I told him it's pretty night after night, and secretly strived to get it put right, the
damage was done I had told him a lie, and now this means the end of Bonnie and Clyde!
See Clyde really loved Bonnie, but his policy was clear, "Bonnie you ever lie, and I'm the
hell out of here, no matter how much it would kill me and hurt,
if you lie to me Bonnie, this love just won't work!"
But I never thought that this was a lie, and from one simple song, I would eternally cry.
"I was trying Clyde to give you the best,
but I lied, and now you Clyde, just can't let this lie rest, remember me Bonnie, the girl
who you love,
whose fidelity matches the white of a dove.
All I can hear is you asking me why? Why, Why Bonnie, Why did you lie"? Lie to the world,
lie to all them,
Bonnie, baby, don't lie to your man! How now can I stay without saying it's fine?
Anytime Bonnie, cross that lying line"?
Clyde took his bullets, he loaded his gun,time now to finish what Bonnie begun.
He aimed the gun real close to his head,and as Bonnie cried no...! Clyde was dead.
He did as he told her in deed and in part,for her lying to him, he Martyred his heart!
What happened to Bonnie well do I really need say?she followed Clyde in the exact same way!
She took the gun held it close to her head,and said "without you Clyde, I'm already dead"!
they found them next morning Bonnie's hand on the trigger,and his name spelt out on her
Your probably thinking that Clyde was being mean, but you got to remember their love was
extreme,extreme in its nature, extreme in its truth and extreme to the end where both
lives were took!
If this was to happen to lovers today do you think they would act in the very same way?
Bonnie and Clyde 21st century lovers, would they find a way to ever recover? I like to
believe that their love would survive,
head on his chest, he 'd wipe tears from her eyes,
so if to your lover your tempted to lie, please remember the ballad of Bonnie and Clyde.
In the heart of the Tuscany under Italy's sun
Lies the town of Lucca, which is known to some
As Giacomo Puccini's birthplace, and the truth to be told,
He's Italian composer, one of the best in the world.
In the times of Medieval - far back in the past
Thrived the banking in Lucca and the art of silk craft ...
The legend has that at those times and in this very city
Lucia Manco lived so gorgeous, vane and pretty.
The cunning Satan though made her splendid stunning beauty last
On the condition that she must her lovers souls to Devil pass.
... For quite a while this deal worked really well
- Men souls were going from her bed straight to the Hell.
For quite long time she never fell in love, we trust
- Her drive was simply egotistic vanity and crave for lust.
But even magic comes to undeterred sudden end
- She met young man, to whom she loving heart of hers has lent.
She would not dare to corrupt his holesom soul,
And lost her beauty just at once forever and for all.
He lost his love to her at instance when she lost her femine charms .
But to the worst, the Devil told him that he held his mother in his arms!
DRAGONS: A Ballad: Part 1 of 3: by Paul Gray
The definition of ballad when it refers to poems is simply to tell a story, whether real or fantasy. Here's one I conjured up one day at work.
Draw near and I shall tell a tale
A tale not heard before
A tale of love and conquest true
Of ogres, beasts and more
I beckon thee with lifted voice
Purport this tale survive
For tis' a tale of conquest sweet
And of demon's wretched hive
It started, once upon a time
When evil ruled the land
Where monstrous dragons burned the sky
Against whom none could stand
In that valley lived a maiden
In the valley she did roam
In a cottage, in the forest
By the river stood her home
Of her beauty none could measure
For her lips were red as blood
And her bosom beckoned snuggle
T'ward whom ever would or could
Curvy ample definition
Two fine legs both thin and long
Tiny feet adorned by Jasmine
On her lips there lived a song
But alas although she offered
For her love was ready now
Not one suitor dared approach her
This, those dragons won't allow
....... continued in Part 2 of 3
Break my legs and make me run
Take my sight and give me the sun
Throw me down without a rope
And I’ll still climb to find my hope
Burn my flesh, don’t tell me why
Make a game of silence when I cry
Teach me wrong and say all’s right
But I’ll still crawl and find a place of light
It’s all I am when truth will fade
Even alone, and in my grave
I keep rising despite my hurt
Because in my darkness I can feel the earth
Crawled through hell and found myself
My strength’s still here, so is my health
The burns have made my skin so tough
And my deeper vision can see my love
It’s all I am when lies will leave
I can not fall, I’ll always breathe
I keep ascending despite the dark
Because the deepest fears can’t take my heart
Dragons, A Ballad - Part 2 of 3: by Paul Gray
Far away beyond the mountain
On a hill side near the sea
Lived a man, half troll, half ogre
With a heart like you and me
Once each month this lowly creature
On swift Gryphon took a trip
Crossed the mountain and the forest
To the river for a sip
Once he had his fill of water
Towards the cottage he would peek
In his heart he loved that maiden
And he dreamed her hand to seek
But each time he tried to tell her
Many dragons forced a fight
On the road towards her cottage
There he fought with them all night
In the darkness, battle raging
Our poor maiden watched the skies
For until she found a husband
Shielded daylight from her eyes
After slaying half a dozen
Of the fiery snorting beasts
There he saw his precious maiden
Cooking up a wedding feast
But each time that lengthy battle
Held at bay the ogre/troll
As the sun would rise the maiden
Would retreat as day bells toll
Three long years the troll had battled
Three sad years his love he saved
With a thousand dragons beaten
Thousands more remained unscathed
T'wixt the mountains and the forest
Lived the king who ruled the land
The king's son claimed the maiden
While he skilled his swording hand
With no chance against the dragons
As they'd surely scorch his heart
He designed an evil plan
To use the troll right from the start
Pit one beast against the other
Let the ogre fight them all
Then destroy him when its over
Nail his carcass to the wall
In his plan the lovely maiden
Yes the Prince's wife would be
And everyone within the kingdom
Would rejoice for who? YES HE!
....... continued in Part 3 of 3