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Details | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Gracie's Prayer

Gracies's Prayer  


.   (Dear Mommy)

Amazing grace, how sweet the taste.
A song I dread up to these days.

Mommy can you hold my hands?
Show me how to make God understand?
Hold my hands and show me how to pray, 
and maybe than he will listen to the words I say!

Mommy how do I ask God, 
If I can keep you for another day.
I promise this time to pray everyday!

Mommy can you share them beautiful and sweet words before you say good-bye.
I thank you for the shoes, you showed me how to tie.

Mommy now what am I going to do when I want to talk and be with you?"
Now who's gonna take care of me when I'm feeling blue?

Mommy Can you still protect me?"

Like them days you defended me, no matter the trouble I was in.
Mommy!  That is when you thought me the meaning of sin.

Mommy you always explained the reasons why I was here.
You also taught me, how to face away from fear.
Now how am I going to find my way home?
Are you still going to whisper them words  that says, "I'M NOT ALONE!"

**

Mommy why is everyone offering their sympathy?
Nothing compares to the way your heart was supportive when it came to me.

Mommy how can you make the suffering stop?
Mommy you are all I got.
Mommy I have no cure for what is in you.
All I can offer is what's in me. 
Mommy can we go and play outside. 
Please hold my hand and take me with you to the other-side.
The place you always spoke of when it came to Amazing Grace.
The sweet surrender resting place..

***

Mommy I'm here to visit you again.
A place where baskets are offered by family and friends.
Mommy can I stay here forever with you?
Hold me the way you use too.
Mad, and sad you washed away my tears.
Reading a book called "The 3 little pigs."
Mommy can you sing that lullaby song of praise?

Mommy can you hear me?

***** (metaphor)

Digging deep into the ground, 
There and only there can you be found.
One last breath, shared with the open skies.
Mommy can I go with you?

*dedicated  to  my mom*

By:PD


Details | Sonnet | |

Nikan

Inspired by;  Constance La France’s Native American Portrait 


Nikan is a man who once stood proud and true all across this land
in symbiotic relation with nature endowed by the great creators hand
passed onto him by his ancestors to never take more than his fair share
and always be kind to this land for it’s the Mother to all whom she shall bare

When times are lean we all will grow thin together for together we are one
with one voice to sing in harmony for bountiful harvest to our Father the Sun
and give him thanks and praise for warming and making fertile our Mother
who blessed new life into the birthing seasons for every Sister and Brother

Great spirit hear my song of hope that I sing for my people who will cry
we are mighty on the earth give us protection or your children they will die
and our people’s blood will flow upon our Mother like deep rivers of raging red
O’ Father I can see no solution will you spare us from the white mans dread 


I could never make claim to imagine this great man’s woeful sorry or despair
Nikan's song is a lonely tune played for the spirit of his people upon the air.


Nikan traslation from the Potawatomi "MY Friend"

Baamaapii Nikan.......until we meet again my friend


Details | Quatrain | |

The Mighty Kern (The end of many dreams)

You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide

Through giant boulders you descend 
Winding through canyon walls
Inside you many have met their end
As rapidly as your water falls

Merle Haggard wrote a song of you
You took someone he loved
His song is very beautiful and true
A gift from God above

At four I stood upon your banks
Watched my mother die
Like those before and after her
So many left to cry

Your pools are pools of death
Calm and still they seem
Whirlpools lurking underneath
The end of many dreams


For Brian's contest
 


Details | Free verse | |

Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)


Details | Ballad | |

Italy

The place where i once dewelled,
The place where my mother and father honey mooned,
the place where i was created,
the place where i now face hardships.
 the place now where i only see and visit graves of those i have lost.
the place  where i have dreamed many dreams.
Now the place i will never see.
Please people in Italy dream big dreams for me.
Even though I am afraid of what those dreams might be.
I know one day I have to face my destiny,
But  I am afraid of what I might become and what I might bring,
upon myself.
so i have to stay out of the rain,
and  thank mother earth 
that i have not become,
insane.


Details | Pantoum | |

The Revealing Pantoum

When I was very very young
A new mother experiencing life
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
Now children my song will I play on my fife

A new mother experiencing life
Pain in my side to the doctor went
Now children my song will I play on my fife
Right ovary cyst orange size hosiptal sent

Pain in my side to the doctor went
He said that this could cause loss of life
Right ovary cyst orange size hospital sent
Well I went under the operating knife

He said that this could cause loss of life
For it could rupture at the least bump
Well I went under the operating knife
For them to remove this abnormal lump

For it could rupture at the least bump
Asleep totally out on operating table
For them to remove this abnormal lump
Went to the light to visit angel Gabriel

Asleep totally out on operating table
Then this light called me away
Went too the Light to visit angel Gabriel
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay

Then this Light called me away
Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Somewhere over Yonder_I went but didn't stay
My Grandmother sent me back through space

Peace, peace sweet peace in that place
Pain visited me with my song still unsung
My Grandmother sent me back through space
When I was very very young


Details | Lyric | |

Not Too Late

There's a ghost hiding in the past
there's a boy wishing it has last
all these secrets stop the seting sun
all the love has grown, but never said
and he wishes he could've told her what she meant
he wishes he could've said how he felt

But it's not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings

There's an angel looking down
There's a boy without a frown
all this hope brings the rising sun
all thsi love we wish we had sent
he can feel she's in his heart
and will enver let him fall apart

"cause its not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings

He remembers 
talking o nteh couch feeling safe
he remembers writing a poem and her saying its great
he remembers
how he cried wehn she didn't open her eyes
he remembers
fearing things he can't describe


"cause its not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings


Details | Narrative | |

Morning Raga - "Tell Me A Story!"

In the first grey light of dawn, a young woman begins the morning song.
The simple cadences of her song are as tranquil and liquid as the monsoon rain, 
Trickling down the broad leaves in her mother’s garden.
The steady drumming on the veranda roof echoes her rhythms. 

She sings of joys, of sorrows, and of love … always of love … 

This morning song is as familiar and comforting as a lullaby.
Her mother brought it with her from the South, 
And sang it every morning for her father.
Now, she sings for them both, as they begin the day.

Today will be special for her.
She is to meet her future husband for the first time.
She has never seen him, but she trusts her parents’ judgement … 
After all, they love her, don’t they?

She hopes he will be kind, and maybe a little bit handsome … 
Like the boy she’s seen in town.
But she must try to forget him … 

On another veranda, a young man sits silent, listening.
He sits here at every dawn to hear the morning raga, 
Entranced by the voice of a girl he cannot see.

He, too, is to meet his betrothed today.
He wishes she might be a singer, or at least enjoy the morning song,
When she comes to live at his mother’s house.

He remembers a lovely girl he saw … sly glances, shy smiles … 
If his new wife is half as pretty, he will be well content.
Yes! He will … 

He believes his secret is safe, but mothers see everything … 
And his mother loves him. So she whispered to a friend,
And her friend whispered to another, and, well … 
A good husband is not hard to persuade … 

The sun has risen above the clouds.
There is much to do today – and if the young people agree,
There will be a lucky Monsoon wedding to arrange.

But first, the song.



Entered in Elaine's "Tell me a story" contest


Details | Rhyme | |

A WALTZ FOR MOTHER

These sobs have never stopped and tears still flow
as dripping leaves after a summer's storm;
this wailing son has lost his joy to sorrow
refusing to be consoled; today, your favorite flowers
I lay on your grave and leave you lovely prayers
by the silver cross for you to read and feel warm
on winter's lonely and cold days
that will drift into the sun's fading glow.



This waltz is for you, mother smiling from Heaven...
and I will dance it while the robins
and larks watch, thinking I am mad to have chosen
a place of mourning and tranquility 
with cypresses offering a pleasant breeze;
would I do this if I didn't love you truly?



Very, very long ago you took my small hand 
and slowly and tenderly taught me how to dance
on a meadow covered with yellow and white daisies;
there was no music, but humming birds sang 
the simplest song they ever knew as the gentle wind caressed our sunlit heads
beneath the August sky traversed by torrid clouds that escaped to other seas.



This waltz is for you, mother living in that place of delight, 
oh, smile with the same tenderness and care of heart;
would any other desire be more intense
than being together and happily dance
that waltz without pausing...sweetly losing ourselves in idyllic fantasy 
and explore happiness in unimaginable ways to shun painful reality?






Details | I do not know? | |

maybe now you'll notice me

how is it you  didn't you hear her scream
she cried it all in a song for you

how is it you didn't  taste her tears
she served them to you in your precious china

how is it you didn't see her hurt
she painted it all 
in a mural for you
on the walls of your own home
in your bedroom

how is it you didn't you feel her pain
she knitted it all 
in a blanket for you 
 wrapped you in it
 
how is it you didn't smell her fear
she made you a bottle of perfume 
the smell 
overtaking it 

how is it you didn't read it
she wrote it 
all on your my space
maybe because you were blinded
but the again 
she
i
i wrote it in braille for you
i danced it for you
you never loved me
i wasn't really yours to love
i was just rose bud 
you tended to time to time in your garden 
of beautifully bloomed long stemmed  roses
nothing special to you
i hope you regret it when i bloom
oh wait
i
have
and you do regret it
you even wrote it in a song told them to play it on a radio only
i didn't hear it
i turned the radio off
and pick up a book
i like reading better anyway


Details | Rhyme | |

Soul

There is a place i go that is deep in my heart and soul
remembrance of my incredible childhood fills my mind.
Building sand castles on the beach and watching the Victorious Ocean
crash high above the rocks. Roasting marshmallows and making smores in
my grandmothers back yard the sweet scent of woodsmoke and chocolate
fills the air. My soul begins to dance as I hear the Bluejays and bluebirds singing
there morning song waking up the earth. They also have remarkable wings and amazing 
eyes when the sun hits them there eyes turn vibrant hazel green. Walkingon the beach 
feeling the warm sand between my toes it warms my heart. My Grandmother's soul
will forever soar with the bluejays and bluebirds singing there morning song waking up the 
earth. In memory of My Grandmother Marjorie Roberts May God Rest her soul!
By Julie Rene leek


Details | Rhyme | |

Grandma Got Run Over

Grandma Got Run Over
You all know the song but do you know the true story behind the song?

Grandma got run over by my Grandpa
But he blamed it all on Santa Claus
I asked why he would ever lie to Grandma
He just looked at me and then he said “because
Grandma won’t remember just what hit her
She’ll believe ‘bout anything we say
So rather than her doghouse for a life time
We’ll say it was eight reindeer and a sleigh
We’ll even write a little song about it
She’ll be proud to be a part of history
So when she wakes up you be sure to tell her
It was reindeer and don’t ever mention me”

So there you have the truth behind the story
About the time that Grandma got run down
She looks at me and Grandpa when she hears it
Grandpa smiles but he and I still hold our ground

Mdailey	


Details | Free verse | |

PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer

PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer 
PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer 
 
a differ song 

Salt And Peepers Yin and Yankee... 
all of us are just too many people suffer in the shaded oasises while long knives 
wait as ninjas making promises to GOD. 
One man smiles his KNOWING at me another shoots them daggers in me they 
both make promises that they can't keep me with the horror of they lust. Eye like 
children best at how they trust us. A little girl is singsonging and her mother is in 
horror at the man for he must HATE the little girl for making noises WAIT this old 
man loved it he was never very mean about it but secretly he hummed his 
breathe to match the song the little one has hummed. Thinking now only good 
thoughts of his GOD and how some people are just young and how they have 
that innocence of youth just keep the little girl from growing old OH WENDY 
WENDY WENDY please just learn to fly to never ever land with peter pan 
and she is making every word she speaks into a rhyme for she is the offspring of 
the wine the very poese and this poet the loving daughter of mye mamsie she is 
so very in mye heart a world apart but ever near me sometimes she seems to be 
left in me in the places next to mother held so dearly one man HARD as stone 
another yeilding growing older in the recess of the conquest of his time. 
Sometimes it seems this poem could go on forever for this poet would just stay 
and type these words forever and hum a differ song. ...yes ewe its for MARY.




Details | Narrative | |

Momma's Love

    
The wisdom that I learned from her.
    Were like pure diamonds, oh yes they were.
The one true thing I can truly say.
    Is her faith in God and how she loved to pray.
And all the years that I created much pain.
    And I figured somehow I’d cause her faith to strain.
But to my surprise it only grew and it got so strong.
    Still determined as she was to help me along.
She prayed for me with a never ending and a faithful heart.
    She prayed to God that I’d straighten up, and somehow maybe I’d get smart.
Before she died her wish came true.
    I found redemption I was made anew.
 There was a song called “ I Was The Only Hell My Momma Ever Raised.”
     That was my song it fit me in so many ways.
Mrs. Christy wrote a poem called ‘That Mother Of Mine.”
     That got me to thinking on how my mother would shine.
A very kind hearted woman that always to her, her family came first.
    When grandkids came around you’d think she would burst.
I know in my heart she did her very best.
    And if she were given a score she'd get an A+ on this test.
I know I was a lucky man to have a mother that cared.
    And so her memories that come to mind is what I love to share.
The day the Lord took her He took a chunk of me.
     And I love her so and I just thank God for sharing you see.