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Details | Ballad | |

A Country Song Gone all Wrong

I want so bad in Casarah’s pants
She said I had to offer up some romance
Off we went to a local dance
I bought her a flower, a beer, and a Big Mac too
She said not quite enough but it will have to do

So in my truck that has no doors
I apologized and said no seat, its on the floor
She smiled and sat, I gathered in anticipation
Of having me in her bedroom a waiting
Little did I realize I'd wish to be vacating

We arrived at her home, at half past twelve
She said grab a beer, cause my hubby is here
I said what the hell, your hubby you say?
She said, why yes where else would he stay?
So I grabbed a beer thinking ok this is a wee bit queer

I was confused, I will tell you that
Her hubby smiled at me like a dirty rat
He had some rope and a little duct tape
This sure wasn’t what I figured on this ol date
From bad to worse, I resigned myself to fate

She calmly said, what could you have possibly thought?
I brought you here, for our pleasures of naught
We will tie you up and start the game
We are the masters, and you have no claim
Now what’s a little pain? so please, don’t try to abstain

Tied and bound what could I do?
They had their pleasures without further adieu
I did the dishes, the vacuuming and the laundry too
Not an easy task tied in ropes by those two
Broken and tormented and tired as heck

I soon plotted my escape up north to Quebec
This Gothic nightmare must come to and end
Else these two satins will drive me round the bend
So I unbound the ropes holding me so tight
Managed to escape into the dark frigid night

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative | |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Troll Song

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
To the rock rock bottom of our nonexistent souls.
Madder than the maddest hatter,
Hear us bellow, bray, and bleat;
And we prattle pitter-patter
In our jabberwocky chatter
To a bumbulating beat.
See us zim zam zoom
As we're going bim bam boom
In an onomatopoeia that so rhythmically rolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
With our xenophobic hearts lit like black burning coals.
Hate and anger are our teachers
So we squabble, squeal, and squirm.
We are misbegotten creatures—
With the ugliest of features—
Lower than the lowest worm.
In these premises
We're unrivaled nemeses;
And we burrow furrow mindless like some misanthropic moles.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
From compassion and goodness we're at opposite poles—
So devoid of any scruples.
On stupidity we feed.
As our villainy quadruples
We're the most attentive pupils
To insatiable greed.
See us bash bing bang.
Hear us clatter clash cling clang
As we crash upon the shallows of malevolented shoals.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We're the trolls trolls trolls,
The incorrigible trolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls.
We're the horrigible trolls.
We're the irritating, aggravating, fascinating trolls.
We're the wrangulating, jangulating, strangulating trolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.


– Harley White  

< 1987 >

[From my version of “East of the Sun and West of the Moon”]

Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

evil woman

cut into me cut into me
slice me with your stare 
i can feel every tear
as you rip right threw my soul
cut into me cut into me
cut into me cut into me

evil women, your evil ways
cant hide from you, your devil gaze
voodoo magic
cant break the spell
evil women 
born in hell
cut into me cut into me
cut into me cut into me

exorcism,free  my soul
haunted body, haunted home
cant lock the door
she has a key
ball and chain, set me free
cut into me cut into me
cut into me cut into me

Copyright © ronnie dolph | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric | |

The Journey Home

Everything around me just doesn’t feel real
Nobody can understand how I really feel
There’s gotta be more to life than this
Everything is leaving me in such a bliss

It feels like everyone is tearing me so far down
Even if I scream it seems like no one hears a sound
This all feels like a world of nothing
Falling so fast not being able to hold on to something

Listening to every single word that people say
Only is taking me to my own dismay
Trying to get out of this mess
Maybe this is only a test

Hoping to find something meaningful in this world of hurt
Not matter what I do I need to stay alert
Out in this lonely dark place
Hoping to find at least one decent face

Time is running so thin 
Now I’m getting worried from within
This evil creature is staring into my eyes
Implanting such terrorizing lies

No matter how much I scream
I can’t escape this evil dream
Living in this cold and lonely place
Terrors I must always face

The only thing that gets me through
Is knowing one day I’ll be saved and be with you
Now I’ll just sit here and pray
Praying with me you’ll always stay

Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad | |

I Long For Yesterday

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
I can't find light to brighten up my days,
I guess I'll just fall astray.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
I can't seem to set all the problems free,
I guess my only option is turn back and flee.
Although I sit here and have this guilt,
I'm burning down the good I ever built.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run. 
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here stay.
Suddenly I'm not all the man I used to be,
There's an evil shadow inside of me.
The good times were an easy game to play,
I'm searching for a place to hide away.
I don't know why I have to run.  
I still can not say,
I've done everything wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.

Copyright © Tyler Knapp | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric | |

A long day in Hell

A Long Day In Hell!


It will be a   L  O  N  G   day in Hell !
Before I get to my feet, to go toe to toe with The Devil.
A   L  O  N  G   day in Hell !
Before I ever allow myself, to do The Truffle Shuffle.


It will be a   L  O  N  G   day in Hell !
Before the clothes you are wearing, ever become fashionable.
A   L  O  N  G   day in Hell !
Before I ever feel comfortable,
With Her I’m just feel agreeable.


It will be a   L  O  N  G   day in Hell !
Before your sentence is served
And you shall get what you deserve.
A   L  O  N  G   day in Hell!
It will be a   L  O  N  G   day in H   E   L   L !!!!


It will be a   L  O  N  G   day in Hell !
Before someone like me could ever look adorable.


A   L   O   N   G   day in Hell !
Before a publisher takes notice and changes the world for…
Me.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

next time

the next time you say
I love you
make sure you mean
watcha say
the last time I seen you
it was Monday
your disposition was far away
tell me what Ive done
to deserve this
because my soul is hurting everyday
the next time i see you
tell me next time i see you
the next time i see you

Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Siren Song

This song comes from some place

And its dancers, with hips up

Are going to the same place

And this song does not stop

 

Wither comes this song they dance

No one knows

Thither goes the sum who dance

Hope God knows

 

It is, the siren song

Finely tuned from some sweet lore

It is, the siren song

Whose dance is but a sweet chore

 

So enchanting is this song

That even they who cannot dance

Can be heard singing along

Joining the band at any chance

While the wind blows them, wildly on

And they heed no call on this trip

To God’s city; Nay to Babylon

For the song has hard its grip

 

Vices veneered as virtues

Prettified in bird suits

To conceal the grave grues

On its convoluted routes

 

Don’t dance, I say do not dance

Albeit that it allures

For thereto, lies dire durance

Lavished with ligatures

Copyright © Ndubisi Chiagoziem | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Evil Game

reasons for the 6 oclock news
on the look out for the missing children
the song and dance of the slaughter
never understood my own perverse innocence as i felt watched over

syndicate of music, drugs, blackmarket sex
Royally intimidated
mental health overwhelmed overthrown
4 million people listening to your pentagon remover

underneath this umbrella
a better song and dance
waiting for the moment we hear the stories of the found adults

their pieces fit
a lifelong torture of the underground celebrity

the sickness they endured and understood
so you would remember and want to come home

Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric | |

I have lived, I have loved

I have lived.  I have loved.


I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!


In this world of Devils, Angels fly away to escape;
In this world so full of Devils, there is no-one left to save.
When there is nothing left, but the evil in their ways.
We are all to bla---me!  For no-one being saved.


We are surrounded by wolves and I hear their howls;
How am I alone!  Meant to make you feel sa---fe?
When the fires burn and there is nowhere left to turn;
How am I alone!  Meant to act my a---ge?


I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!


Nothing costs the heart, as much as love.
Nothing makes the heart; feel so good.
Nothing is ever, worth the cost of your soul;
Nothing is lost, when the risk you take is love.


I took the drugs!  I took the pain!
In the end it all fades and it all goes away.
I never did enough; if I could I would change.
My life a waste.  Never be a slave to the wage.


I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!


What I want, doesn’t matter as much,
As the truth being set free and a new kind of love.
What I’ve lost, never compared to love.
I took the drugs; I took too much.


Now I am gone, heading into the sun;
Breaking bad habits, never did me wrong.
I’ve learned a lot on my journey through love;
Now the end has come, so I will carry on.


I---I have lived!
I---I have loved!
I---I have lived!
And I have loved!


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Listen to this

Listen to this…


When you listen to a song, whichever song.
When you read a poem, whichever poem.
When you hear a story, whichever story,
See if God or the Devil could have written it…
Then you will see God’s power and glory.




(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016