VIVA LA ELVIS
In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born,
To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on.
They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts so full of pain,
And then came Elvis Aaron, a breath of sweet refrain.
One heart beating for the two, their spirits intertwined;
To restore faith and hope and joy to dear ones left behind.
Elvis grew from babe to boy his heart set on a goal,
From boy to man to legend; The King of Rock n’ Roll.
He lived in humble dwellings, his Pa his Ma and he;
Playing his guitar, singing songs, pure golden melodies.
Country, Gospel, Blues and Jazz the rhythms of the soul,
And Rock n’ Roll, the very core of hearts both young and old.
While rising up to stardom, his pelvis did he swing;
Some church folk banged the gavel to crucify ‘The King’.
Their efforts came to nothing, as fans from near and far,
Surged on with huge momentum, to win that holy war.
So once again he stood there, gyrating at his will,
Until the day he heard a call that made those hips stand still.
Called to serve his country, the nation’s rising star,
And while along that journey, he sadly lost his Ma.
On the first of May, a bride’s bouquet, a blush of summer wine,
Elvis wed Priscilla; his beautiful fraulein.
Soaring in her lover’s arms on the wings of destiny,
Nine months later they were blessed with gorgeous Lisa Marie.
The happiness they shared together wrapped in melody;
Like a poet’s dream, a symphony, a lover’s rhapsody.
Then fate stepped in and dealt a blow that tore the dream apart,
And in its wake it left a trail of tears and broken hearts.
‘The King’, on stage and silver screen, he took the world by storm,
A real hunk of burning love in a GI uniform.
He rocked the house to loud applause, he played the matador,
And danced with pretty Hula girls in the Hawaiian sunset glow.
August 16, ’77 was the day ‘The King’ had died,
But forever lives the Legend, born on 8/1/35.
His mamma smiled and gently beckoned to her second born,
While holding close the one she’d lost that fateful winter’s morn.
The joy he brings to us down here can never be replaced,
Though many keep on trying in vain to fill the empty space.
His spirit fills all Graceland, to watch o’er kith and kin,
In the Heavenly sounds of Dixieland … I hear God joining in.
Copyright ©2009 Elaine Randolph
You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
What is a Veteran?
A veteran is a man ,or woman that has been to war
and fought for our Country and our freedom.
A Veteran is sometimes an unsung hero. One that
we never hear about and sometimes He, or she
is just forgotten.
Today I want to say to our Veterans - you are our
heroes. you put your life on the line for us. The ones
that lost their lives are now in God's hands, but you
are still here. You might have lost an arm, or a leg,
maybe both legs - you did it in the line of duty.
Maybe you still have both arms and both legs, that
don't mean that you didn't lose anything in the war.
You could have lost your best friend, or many friends.
Now you only have memories.
Today my Veteran I want you to know - that if it
wasn't for you, we would not be able to enjoy the
freedom that we enjoy today. It is not free - you
have paid a high price for it. Thank for being the
special hero you are. This is what I think a
Written o 02/15/2011 by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
Mysteries of Human Hairs
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble,
When nicely looked after and softly taken care of.
Your beauty and elegance has often inspired,
Your softness and shines have captivated many
To put their hearts on fire,
Your aroma can evoke to extremes,
Passion and lust like streams.
The lustrous beauty of these hairs,
Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions,
To win only a Helen of Troy and
Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey,
Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors.
Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs,
Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors
Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages,
Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs.
Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters,
Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world,
While many have altered their existence, completely,
To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls,
Even the dullness of your hairs too,
Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers.
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
When you hang, you look like dark clouds,
Playing on the forehead of a woman,
By watching such clouds many get lost,
In the colors of your showering rains.
Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations,
Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and
Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever,
While many have found the goal of their life,
In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors,
What a strange it is, that still many
Would like and love to get sacrificed,
In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever.
It is also a hard truth of the world and
Of our human life and air that,
Even some saints too have fallen prey,
Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors.
Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms,
In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines,
To get hold of you, O’ lovely hairs.
Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and
Even most powerful men of this earth,
Have lost the edge of their swards,
Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing,
Beauty of a women’s hair and its penetrating charms.
What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure,
Making many men and even women,
Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O’ Hairs.
Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010
Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012
From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
In peace may you rest Arusha
Oh! Beloved, I’m dying to hear your voice for so long
You’re so far now and my tears could really make sounds as song
I’d say that I become obsessed to you since the first time,
I saw you and I couldn’t dare to resist your smile,
Beholding your beautiful eyes motions makes me want to fly
I know that you attempt to forget about my love but,
Please don’t forbid me to keep thy
I dared to make you jealous, and I know that you fry
And even you spend your nights in cry,
I’d never come back to you even if you touched the sky
Your love made life smiles to me and so feel alive
Now, it all seems bitter with hope to be blind or to die
My pride, vanity banned me to show you what I feel inside
But I still satisfied, you’re far but I can feel you beside
No one but you can switch off the fire within
Torturing me every single sigh and in,
My heart I couldn’t from my sentiments to flee
My desire to obtain you, can’t you see??!!
But that what’s enthralling about you and give you bright,
As a precious, expensive diamond light
Doesn’t sounds clearly to an ordinary at the first sight,
Oh! Beloved I’m so delight!!
Since I know that one day you won’t be able to keep it in your heart
Sorry! But I didn’t mean to be so smart, but it’s the bitter fact.
That’s not indeed abstract.
When lost in the Aegean Sea, I heard a song afar from my sails;
Blinded by the fogs, I sail to the direction of that voice.
Guided by the sweet voice and arouse by the melody, I followed the path of which I knew not,
And found myself drifting ashore a foreign land.
Haul by the passing mist; I saw a hill that rose above the lands,
My ship was in the middle of the two great hills that looked down and over the shores.
I looked above and saw no clouds, just the blue skies; I could still hear her voice
The wind blew ever so gently as I move my rudder,
That song can still be heard, yet I know not where she is?
I looked to find that voice that eludes me, that called me;
But, yet, I found nothing, saw no one.
She sang a sadden song, of lost love, but lost love I knew not?
I am a stranger, afar my abode, a stranger lost in the midst of seas.
Hold and steadfast, for my heart feels allured by the maiden song,
Yes...though my heart be sadden by her song, her voice drifts my soul across the Styx.
God makes all things beautiful; all things have purpose, and is her song,
Whether it be joy or sorrows, her song, is the song of a broken heart.
That took hold my empty vessel, and filled it with joy,
Though I never thought song of sorrow can be taken for a joy.
I sailed far and afar from the shores, and saw the hills moved further away.
I could still hear her song, I looked back and saw her, a fair maiden.
God's grace that showed me, a spirit of a woman, that took my heart and broke it.
Her skin as white as snow, her deep blue eyes that stared into my soul,
her hair long and gold as that of a golden fleece.
She a ghost of the past, singing to guide her lover back into her bosoms
And her lips afar from mine. At last! it was not for me.
A strong wind that force my eyes shut and bent my knees.
As I stood up and saw no more, I heard not her song, aye, neither her voice.
She was gone with the wind.
The song of the fair maiden still resonates in mine heart as I sail a distant shores.
Even if death approaches me and take'th my life,
My words of praises for her beauty will live on forever.
He lost a father
She lost a son
He came back in the morning
And said I was the one
I told him to come back another day
He said he will not and he wishes to stay
Everyday that passes I hear your deep voice
Fate is your only master because you have no choice
We wait patiently for you on your arrival
Even though your companionship is not desirable
But yet you decide our survival
The Old man dress in black
With a black cloak
With a big black hat
That looks like the old witch’s cat
Riding in a carriage driven by a dark stallion
And the five rivers inscribed on his medallion
You are incorruptible
And you take no pound or shilling from those who wish not to ride with you
You simply tap them on the shoulders and one will become one or two
You pardon no one whose time is near
Kings and queens bow down to you in fear
You are mightier than any man
And greater than any beast
You will not taste wine or eat at a rich man’s feast
Sages and wise men can never unsolved the mystery of your power
To resurrect Lazarus at the very hour
Your cold, icy and fragile hands could make a leaf
Wrinkle to ashes
Hades king of the underworld
Commander in chief of the realm of darkness
Who sits on his throne with his queen Persephone
And lives in the dungeons of hell
A place he calls home
Guarded by his loyal servant Cerberus
The three headed monster
Who strikes down unwanted visitors with lightening and thunder
At the end of the day
All your tears fade away;
All the stars come to rest,
The horizon now crest.
At the sea, the tide fades
As the sum of these days
Takes its toll on the ground,
Ripped and torn, tattered down.
And I'm here, by your side,
Torn away by the tide,
Trying still not to drown,
Not to fade in the sound of the sea.
But I see you, your eyes
Are the tide of the sea.
As they ebb, so they rise.
Still, they wash into me.
I can cry now no more.
Struck yet speechless, I cease.
In your eye, the tides roar;
I have found my release.
Lost in beauty, in that sea,
Lost in time, I'm lost to me.
Your face has aspect, fearful symmetry.
I find I'm lost for words. I cease to breathe.
And as the tide now tears me down,
It matters not.
My soul has found its rest within these ceaseless tides
That once contained my empty cries.
Captivated by your lips,
My breath is water.
'Neath the whips and scorns of time,
I find my peace.
My soul, content, has found release.
Lost in my emotion,
I found what I could be.
Drowned within that ocean,
My soul's absolved to me.
So have I drowned inside the sea,
Inside your tears, inside of me.
I know now what it is to be
It's so hard to say goodbye
to imagine life without you.
I just keep asking why
but God chose to take you.
Time, they say, heals all
but I am lost away
in a blur of tears that fall
ceasesless, night and day.
Reality is lost to me
as I see you on butterfly wings
soaring the heavens,
I can hear you heart sing.
I picture you there
with sweet Grandpa Joe
you have not a care
you are peaceful I know.
So hold my secrets a little longer
while you wait for me
but while I'm here
dance with Grandpa Joe for me.
I lost my Dad way to soon, but when would the time be right..
I lost my dear sister too, but maybe now they are in each others sight..
Life passes by so fast and we tend to take things for granted...
We hold on to the memories and the new seeds we have planted..
I do my best to fill in the gaps, but I still miss watching my dad nap..
I'm the one they seem to look too, they hold me so high I hope I can do..
So as I lay my tired head to rest, I hope they look down and know I'm
doing my best...For another day will start and on each shoulder I
shall hold their hearts.....
My poor dog is crying in the wilderness
lost sight of his master and the rest of kin
Wagging and scratching to leave for safer haven
Barking in the nights
Whining during the days
He lost the lease around the neck
Why does it refuse to lie down and whisper
WHY SHOULD I GO ON AND LIVING,WHAT THE HECK?!
Old bones of the 20 year old collie
When will the Children come back
to play like happiness of jolly
It wanders through the infested forests
Eating fallen berries to keep the breath still breathing
The sun goes down in early set
This little pooch still hasn't found his bearings as yet
Evening is quite chilly,even for the warmth in Fur
A faint gentle moan as if to ward off the night creatures,just beginning to stir
An animal that has a brain to find a way out..of this Canadian Plain
I should have made sure that he was safe and secure while we were
sleeping in our tent
Then he broke his chains and quickly sauntered went
We cried for a 24 hour raindrop that is sad,sweet,and filled with regret
Thinking ever constantly:WILL WE EVER FIND HIM AS YET?!
Before I lay me down to sleep
My thoughts, a prayer, to the little lost and lonely sheep
find your way
Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past, though I know her serenading
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful
memories of the love we made…
No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…
I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in
Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning,
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…
Their manes dancing towards the crest n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as
their fateful love turned to dust…
Visiting with memories
Childhood days, thoughts remembered,
Things of me that used to be.
House that's aged, weathered and grayed -
I feel its splintering pain;
Watching me as we all played.
Elements she held at bay;
Her walls hold cherished secrets;
Creaky floors gave me away.
Love has gone, home lost it's shine.
Here I sit, this last recall,
Earth to earth, dust to dust, pine.
Once I left she lost her spring.
Her heartbeat beat its last breath
No more a home but a thing.
Memories stand strong as she
Reigned her years; everyone's gone
Moving on as it should be.
Thanks to you my ode homestead,
I grew up secure and loved
And trips to the wood shed.
My heartfelt tears have a smile;
Emotions, both joy and sad;
New owners, life's worthwhile.
I lay awake in my soft silk
staring into the empty space
that seemed to fill in my pounding heart.
what eyes hath the power
to seep through the brick of skin
and cup my emptiness,
to live, to dwell,
oh, to love forever inside.
what am I, yet a powerless woman
who dream to hold the starry night in her womb,
every star is another world
as pieces of my love hath scattered
to somewhere deep and dark...
lost is it?
oh, what is that unusual rhythm
a flawless rhyme of footsteps
steeping down my path
who dare to walk unaided
with fearless chest and powerless jealousy,
who posses the lost piece of my puzzle
who embark upon this courageous journey
to see me and to hold me
or just greedily want to love me.
what is that apparition my eyes fear to form?
once carved by the mighty lord
had he placed a part of me in it?
for I realize a fulfillment
and a destined power
I see what I found in myself
Oh, that emptiness!
I had fallen into the drama of the light
where raised curtains of fate beheld
something that I searched
in those bottomless eyes of my stranger
that cried like a raging ocean
holding onto the sandy shores,
tell me all the gods man had imagined,
tell me all the corals
the hidden rubies and diamonds somewhere deep in the embrace of the soil,
tell me the raining sky,
the power of light,
tell me the eternal flame,
for that single moment I closed my lids
to shed the endless drops of contentment
when in that split second,
have you taketh away my filled vase
my cherished tale of freedom...
and why if you had known
that this is not reality
but a reflection of someone so pure
you had given me the power to dream
you had given me the secret of joy
and took away
at the smallest ease
the strength of my soul,
Or had it been a flicker of laughter
to your ears
when I still search for the lost part of me
in the unending branches of the brown trees
and in the bottomless blue ocean
for that intimate stranger...
for his shadow.
This day shall be in remembrance of all the lost souls.
Each one remembered proudly on every flag pole.
This day shall be in remembrance to the fire fighters and all the crews.
Who rushed in giving up their lives, knowing what they knew.
This day shall be in remembrance to each soldier who followed their course.
The Army, Navy, Marines and the Airforce.
This day shall be in remembrance to all the brave and willing strangers.
Who came together to help and comfort, not knowing the dangers.
This day shall be in remembrance to the brave policemen and women.
Who came and worked side by side with with other laymen.
This year shall be in remembrance to all the who gave to the oppressed laden with hardship.
Whether it be a stranger or simply a friendship.
This date shall be forever etched in our hearts and in history.
Let freedom reign, the eagle will soar with such gallantry.
In reverence of 9/11, I kneel to pray...
As I write this, each tear falling don't come close to all who was lost that day.
Each year passing, shall be in remembrance to the brave red, white and blue.
That we came back stronger, braver and always renewed.