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Cricket's Song

Refrain of dreams, I gift to you. My hum lulls in rhythms deep; Night chant lifts to heavenly heights coupled with starry sky’s plume. My faithful promise kept from sight 'til fall of moon's sleepy eyes. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/15/15 for Nette's Night Creatures Contest, (Cricket #6)


Details | Rhyme | |

night music

*
                     

                       the evening stars

                             that prick the darkening

                                 aftermath of sun...

                                    will sing once more,

                                        in ancient tongues,
                                
                                            quixotic songs

                                                 as if they've not 
                                                    
                                                          been heard before

                                                


Details | Sonnet | |

Evening Storm


I drift as storm and night duet,
a dance amidst a choir of rain.
wrung clouds strum strong and passionate
to cart away my deepest pain.
In every grand, thunderous note,
God’s loving heart beats in my soul. 
Across the darkness, lightning floats,             
to heaven skyward, I extol.    
Winds sing with love blown rhythmically     
just like sweet-sounding nightingales. 
Clear sheets of rain course through lithe trees   
bending to meet the river dale. 
Then soft comes dawn, I praise the storm
in gleam of misty earth transformed.

For Shadow's Pick A Subject Contest, 3/4/15
*Subject - Storm


Details | Imagism | |

SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE

   SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...

And you'll believe her.

Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.

She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.

But you will KNOW.
You will know.

That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.

That's when you will die.
   
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.


Details | Free verse | |

The Night of the Dance

The memory, of old, returns again
and tiptoes in like summer rain.....
If I close my eyes, I can feel the night
that wraps me close, beneath the stars

There were sounds of laughter all around
And crowds were milling all about
A saxophone was softly speaking
and Sinatra's voice was crooning, ...pleasing

For with a midnight tolling near
One by one, they drifted home...
Just a few of us, to dance the floor
All sense of time had halted course...

With shoes kicked off, and jackets hung
We couldn't bear the evening's end
Cheek to cheek with you that night
The last sweet dance would soon begin

The music stopped, but we did not
We couldn't break our tight embrace
We couldn't tear ourselves apart
And while we danced in pale moonlight
Our eyes were closed, you kissed my face
This was our own, enchanted place

You held me close, we danced alone
The night was ours to keep....our own
Though not a sound at all we heard
The lonely saxophone droned a tune
The record of Old Blue Eyes crooned
The music had no end


Details | Free verse | |

Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.


So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Collecting the Cracks that Bleed Through My Voice.

We broke in two and it amused him that I was still counting...

I could hear the night whisper beyond his ears, the bed we lay ourselves down upon and
passion was considerate when his mind let go....

she was direct and unforgiving and I...

gave.in.


I could listen to the tumbling of my heart for ages and I collected music as my lips split
in half, it was only to kiss him, you see, only to allow him to know...

how I bled.


I tasted myself as the night wore on, exhausted yet hungry for his arms, I studied my own
in the afternoon, multiplied my freckles and wondered if my child would be ashamed of the
scars that decorated my skin, prayed she would never know how years could bite, so I
reached for him when the clouds became cold and I became...

scared...

as I frightened myself to death in the realization that we....

were still so alive.



The ground we walked on spoke of faults and mistakes, there were cracks in the earth yet
my hand still held his, he was clueless and I was silent but we slept well, he and I,
after passion erupted and the sky split...

when the clouds collected my music and rain sang, just to show him, how the days
could
bleed.




Details | Free verse | |

A Date With The Night

Don't mind my disguise,
just look in my eyes,
let the air fill your lungs,
one plus one equals one,
your blood runs cold,
while the heat will scold,
like a volcano,
your fever spikes,
your temperature just right,
for a date with a night.

A little moon,
a little sin,
a little life,
ends and begins.


Details | Sonnet | |

THE AUBURN LADY AND THE BLUE NIGHT

Auburn lady envious of the blue night with its gleaming, capturing stars;
those rare diamonds, belonging to the silent and vast Universe,
you've stolen to adorn your undulating hair,
brushed by the July's harebrained breeze,  
so temptingly soft and adorably fair;
if no admirer or lover seeks you, can I offer you my first dance? 
Your melancholic look is fixed downward,
and you refuse to look above, nothing excites you tonight;
your external beauty cannot be resisted or ignored,
and will an harlequin, in his vividly colored costume, make you smile?
I'll play the flute brightly and make him dance to cheer you with his wit...
until your sadness leaves no sign on that sad face!


The shrill sound of the crickets can darken your spirit;  listen closely, auburn lady...
sing along with the blue night, while your musical tones become the chords of my harmony!   


Inspired by Edward Robert Hughes's painting: Night


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Terza Rima | |

NIGHT IS NOT LIKE DAY

Night is not like day,
when my body is groggy and I get tired,
but sleep doesn't come suddenly...


Even when the macabre darkness reigns,
I seek the hidden moon among the hickories,
to make me stray from loneliness...


And strolling with the pace of vagabonds,
I get to feel what they feel:  when they are 
ignored or forgotten by others...  


Crickets seem out of tune,
while the watchful owls conjure;
and what attracts me:  is mystery...


The bag-lady sleeps on the same bench,
and her softest pillow is a heap of leaves;
this morning she performed a superb dance...


The bright lam-posts begin to dim, to scare the fire-flies away;
and flickering they announce the new day,
when the strong aroma of the jasmines exhilarates me...


Night is not like day,
when the perfect  peace is really felt inside;  
even my gentle shadow turns into a silver light...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Lyric | |

Still

I Still go to that same park, down that same lonely street
I Still sit on that same bench, under that same tree
That one where I carved our initials, in a heart on the bark
That night when we kissed and you gave me your heart

I Still remember that night, when we thought we were alone
I Still see how you looked, when you smelled his cologne
That man passing by, holding his wifes hand
That night when we made love, right there in the sand

I Still have these memories, of holding your hand
I Still have your picture, beside my bed on the stand
That one with your tears, that I made fall from your eyes
That night when I broke your heart, and told you those lies

I still can't believe, that I made you go away
Cause I still see you in the mirror, when the sun shines it's ray
That mirror on the dresser, yes your brush is still there
That one that you'd use, each night on your long flowing hair

Oh! darling I still love you, Yes I still love you
And I know when my life's over, darling I know I still will


Details | Lyric | |

The Sex Confessions

The Bed
Your Mouth
My Touch
Our Lips

It’s a fever
In the night
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

The Flame
Your Cries
My Salt
Our Wounds

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever


The Earth
Your Rain
My Seed
Our Life

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden. 

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

Hell
Regrets
Confessions
Of Love

Your  Love
My Love
Our Love
Love

It’s a fever
In the night 
Forbidden

Forbidden. 

Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever



Details | Narrative | |

A Little Night Music


We had a good time 
Guys from Woodside, Sunnyside
Greenpoint and Astoria
Leaning on each other
Weaving through the crowds
Towards the exits
Leaving the club
Squeaking out just before closing time
Headed towards the corner joint
Open all night.

Waiting on line
Shuffling
Gotta go
So bad
But first
Stomach bursting for
Cheap burgers
Greasy and salty
Buy ‘em by the bag
Eat them on the way home.

Dark night of New York
All around us
Rich’s man town 
Separated from 
Working class
By rivers
Zip codes
And generations of mistakes
Nobody talks about it
Nothing to discuss 
Just a fact of life
Work with your hands
That’s how things are
If you complain
Nobody listens.

The place is crowded
It’s a late night circus
Counter people rush
Orders fly 
From a hundred directions
A razzle dazzle of
Loud voices
Earsplitting laughter
A fight starts
In a rear booth
Irish and Italian guys square off
Just like generations ago
A common refrain ushering 
Saturday night to Sunday morning
With a little night music.


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Entwined

if your heartbeat could ponder to fathom mine what a miracle it would be

if your hand could reach out to encircle mine what a miracle it would be

if your sweet lips could sing like honeydew for my soul what a miracle it would be

if an audition could be won for a vacation cruise with you what a miracle it would be

baby, you got the goods and baby you got the looks, style, and five star plus quality!

we'd boogie on the dance floo, find our love power to score for the disco dance of our
hearts

excited hearts bounce as one night time ecstatic movements light up the disco ball up high

cause we're meant to be the miracle come true

rave reviews for us as a couple of the night on the dance floor

baby, what a miracle you and me would be entwined!


Details | Free verse | |

paris by night

this morning is falling burning into a sunset an autumn decision you and I will never forget joy by day paris by night i'm there love by the hour Paris is ours evening breeds new life a moment of twilight a horizon of heavenly means I love you like life loves itself joy by day paris by night yes dear i'm there love me by the hour and paris is ours i'm down too often like a child awaiting his scars to soften hopelessly a pedestrian walking a way from traffic it could happen, indefinitely i'll take paris by day and love by night i was there long enough to love you by day and surrender by nightfall "there is joy by day if you can take paris by nightfall"


Details | Ballad | |

Voice in the Night

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Healing words
Made from
Angel heart

Oh, her chocolate whisper
Warm convincing breeze
Oh, her breathy laughter
In the shadow of my need 

Don’t you hear the voice?
Save  you from despair
Don’t you hear the voice?
Sent by ghosts who care

Don’t you hear the voice?
Rises like a prayer
Come to rescue you
From your earthly snare

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope 
Kissed my tears away

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Now I dance
To a magic serenade

Don’t you hear the voice?
Memories of home
Don’t you hear the voice?
Pretty as a poem

Don’t you hear the voice?
Vivifies your soul
Bathes you in a pool 
Love you’ve never known

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller,
Take me, take me
To your bed

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller
Raise me, raise me
From the dead

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head


Details | Narrative | |

The Singer (Narrative Dialogue)

The singer looks at the now empty stage
His voice guarded deep in his warm throat
Shielded by a high neck shirt he wore
Singing with passion from down within
Rehearsing day and night until it’s right
Blended rhythms and notes run the scales
Clinging in smoky night clubs like a shadow
Getting your pay with crumbled dollar bills
Go from gig to gig if it makes you whole
Your songs will make them dance and spin
Like a magic spell being cast far and wide
Allow your words to heal wounds and scars
And when you have earned your keep
Collect the spoils from your conquest sweet
Gobbled champagne and fancy caviars
And your heart beats crashed musical chart
Find the singer who was once loved
The brilliant heart that once lived in joy
Consider yourself a singer without a heart
Who has traded his soul from the start
As it ends the conquest will lose its spark
Come to your senses and stop this slide
You may be witted and sharp as a tack
Don’t get eluded and slip—stay on track


Comments:  This is a narrative dialogue poem.  It sets the stage one may 
probably find in a conflicting situation. It develops into a complication, reaches a 
crisis then falls into a resolution.  It displays connections, alienation, 
disconnections, and a turning point where a change takes place between a 
protagonist and antagonist. The ending brings about a resolution after a 
dramatic point has been reached.  Give it a try one day, and I will give it a review 
for you.  It must be very interesting and relates to real life.







Details | Concrete | |

Color's Of Night

These shades of grey all through the night always brings fourth enough light to where your right there in my sight. It's the colors of night, black and white with stars up high producing a forever light, helping to carry me forward with each passing day. For the colors black and white are both hot and cold, neutral too making them equal causing the starry night to turn grey, letting me see you as I'm suppose to. It's like the star afar, the twinkle of a diamond from the sky's of heaven that's so far away making way for our great escape.


Details | Rhyme | |

Unholy Night

A. W. Nutter
 
Monotonous music assaults my ears
The beat, becoming a hypnotic tone
To half clad men as nighttime nears
Dancing around their prayer stone
 
Worshiping the ancient engravings
A Lycan, portrayed as the master
The human reduced to groveling
Begging for mercy from his captor
 
The music increases in intensity
Chanting from the dancers begins
Working themselves into a frenzy
Ready to release the beast within
 
Random killing, is not their mission
The Trinities plan must be defiled
To destroy mans hope of salvation
The pack, seeks Bethlehem's child
 
As soon as transformation begins
The right hand of God will fall
Saving the son from demons sins
Gods warriors, answering the call
 
The mens faces begin distorting
Howls of pain, fills the night air
Signal given, warriors descending
Lycans trapped within our snare

Swords are drawn, blood is spilled
The head Lycan, begging for mercy
Raising my sword prophesy fulfilled
Last of the breed killed for his heresy


Details | Free verse | |

Char-Sun

Char- Sun On the night of the charred sun a male child is born The Indians called the harvest Moon a charred sun This became the child’s name as he grew in wisdom He was not a warrior he was born to be a healer Char sun grew into a very strong spiritual man When he was small, a white man had given him a flute He told Char sun if he learned to play it, sweet music would arise All of nature’s living things would come to sit at his feet He would sneak off into the woods for hours at a time practicing One night Char sun saw the same Moon he was born under A voice began to speak to him and a fire entered him The voice told him to play your gift will lead you His fingers flew across the flute and the music was sweet Coming from the forest were the deer, squirrels, eagles and bears The rest of the tribe heard the music and began pouring into the forest Curious about where the sweet music was coming from and why Arriving upon such as seen the chief bent down and knelt on one knee The remainder of the tribe slowly dropped one by one to their knees For Char sun has become the holy man within the tribe The animals that follow him carry the spirits of our ancestors The chief stands to his feet and declares “This night Char sun Has become our holy man called by the great king of the sky The song of their tribe began to rise, paying homage to the king Our winters will be fruitful and our land will prosper cried the chief Char son was born to guide us into the holy lands Each warrior here will follow and protect him The buffalo will run and our bellies will be full Our time of famine has been broken through the gift Of Char sun Carole Cookie Arnold Constance La France’s Contest Tell His Story


Details | Tetractys | |

Saturday Night Special

Drawn

To sing

Crowd pleasers

Can quench their need

The karaoke stars take center stage






* For Brian Strand's latest contest, "Five & Twenty".


Details | Lyric | |

Love To The Music

The music pumps the groove,
The music makes me move,
The music lights my heart,
The music bangs so hard,

The music makes me dance,
The music brings romance,
The music crowds the place,
And the music relates,

Chorus:
The music makes me wanna dance,
All night long,
The music makes me wanna dance,
And feel this song,
The music makes me wanna love you,
All night long,
(We can love)
To The Music

The music lights my soul,
The music takes control,
The music makes you love,
The music is a drug,
The rhythm of us being in love,

Chorus 2x


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes

Sometimes sometimes in my heart I get these thoughts,
Sometimes sometimes in my heart I get these thoughts,
That you’ve been made only for me,
That you’ve been made only for me,
Before this u were among the stars somewhere,
Before this u were among the stars somewhere,
You’ve been called down to earth only for me,
You’ve been called down to earth only for me,
Sometimes sometimes in my heart I get these thoughts,
That these arms, these shoulders are my treasures,
That these arms, these shoulders are my treasures,
This shadow of your thick beautiful hair is only for me,
These lips and your arms r my treasures,
These lips and your arms r my treasures,
Sometimes sometimes in my heart I get these thoughts,
That on the roads the music of the shahanayi is played,
That on the roads the music of the shahanayi is played,
It’s our first night and I’m lifting the veil off your face,
It’s our first night and I’m lifting the veil off your face,
You’re shrinking with shyness in my arms,
You’re shrinking with shyness in my arms,
Sometimes sometimes in my heart I get these thoughts,
Like you’re going to love me just like this all your life,
That you’re eyes shall lift up and have the same look all your life,
I know u r a stranger but the same way,
I know u r a stranger but the same way,
Sometimes sometimes in my heart I get these thoughts,
Sometimes sometimes in my heart i get these thoughts….


Details | Senryu | |

CLASSIC NIGHT HUMS


as night classic fades

humming one two Mozart notes 

lovers gently kiss



Judy Konos' Get Your Senryu On Contest
4/11/15


Details | Terzanelle | |

A Gypsy Moon

Of Roma blood, gypsy am I, black of skin and eye
fair Dooriya named for the sea which calls to me.
For tribe and violin, I live, to God alone, I cry.

The road is home and children are my destiny, 
as night descends a fires burn, I play and my man sings.
Fair Dooriya named for the sea which calls to me.

We are tinkers, tramps, thieves and wild wanderers who bring
the wheel of life, your karma's get, comes on dancing feet,
as night descends a fires burn, I play and my man sings.

"Kaska san," we say to you "Whose are you?" we greet.
Do you belong "Kas zhanes, Who do you know?" 
the wheel of life, karma's get, comes on dancing feet.
 
No claim hold we to earth or sky although,
we own our own with laws which often bite.
Do you belong "Kas zhanes,Who do you know?"

a crystal ball
gleams by fire light
a wolf howls

If no known answers comes there's oft a fight,  
of Roma blood, gypsy am I, black of skin and eye
and under fair or stormy skies, we will unite
for tribe and violin, I live, to God alone, I cry.


Contest: Let the Music Play On


Details | Sapphic stanza | |

Moonlight Sonata

Catching moonbeams, night is the time for music.
Marvel not how beautiful echoes calm us -
sounds of midnight, Beethoven’s magnum opus,
         Moonlight Sonata.

Playing keyboard, classical music soothes me.
Subtle  movements, intricate, triple rhythm,
hypnotizing melody - nuts and bolts that
          fascinate dreamers.


Details | Villanelle | |

Marshland Dreams

In the night the marsh cricket cries,
Ringing through the starless still
A song of aurora skies.

A pale gray moon, listening, sighs,
No wind rippling the watermill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Shearing the dark a lost bird flies,
The melody shivers in the chill
A song of aurora skies. 

Hours before forgotten sunrise,
Ants dare venture from their hill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.

Beneath the marsh water millions of eyes,
Shameless creatures drink in their fill
A song of aurora skies.

There are no fears, there are no lies
They cannot understand this thrill
In the night the marsh cricket cries
A song of aurora skies.


Details | Lyric | |

Starry Dreamy Night

I found myself sweating last night
From a dream I shared with you in perfect sight, 
The place is dark, a corner without a light
You pulled me agressively, I felt uptight! 

I heard your urging breath, so warm, so sweet
Planted owning kisses on my nape indiscreet, 
As you own me wildly, felt you were in
I can feel the rushing pumps you made in between! 

Oh, but at the wanting of this dream's delay
Woke up sweating; grabbed my robe; got up from where I lay, 
Cold water didn't help cease the burning chill
This starry dreamy night, I feel that sizzling dream still.

Starry, starry night, as I look outside
Saw the vast sky and I felt chill inside, 
Wrapped myself and whispered, "Where are you tonight?"
Hear my starry dream, hold me forever tight...

And I whispered as I saw the falling of the shooting star
Crossing my fingers and stared from where it will fall afar: 
"I wish I may I wish I might, 
Have my wish I wish tonight!" 

Inner Whispers


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Nineteen fable

 Nineteen fable 
Nineteen fable 
 
MUSICK NONnude Review 
 
 
CHarlaxFabels 
 
Grand Funk Railroad was a fave group of mine the best time eye ever had was in 
a house on a rug listening to this song of hard rock and rhinocerous thumps. 
Wait. FOGHAT was the best for sex but lucky mee was never a Catholic. The 
Horns blew for Chicago and there was lots of other groups to make this fable 
bleed there was the Creedence Clearwater Revival so cool so wonderful a thing. 
John Fogarty sure must have been a saint. Eye wish he had not got so mad and 
left the other members of his group. But Creedence Song became a new fave 
thing. 
Daddy had a band 
Played him a little guitar 
Traveled in a van 
Livin' that rock and roll 
Night after night 
People comin' up to the bandstand 
Say you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

It was late one night 
Cruisin' on down the interstate 
Stopped into a diner 
To get him some chili and fries 
Heard the waitress tell a guy 
Standin' over by the jukebox 
Hey you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

Well daddy took a shine 
To the lil' girl behind the counter 
She movin' her hips to the swamp beat 
Right on time 
Said could he play her somethin' 
Over there on the jukebox 
She said you can't wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

Daddy had a plan 
He asked that girl to marry 
With a brand new wife 
They're livin' on rock and roll 
Night after night 
She whispers oh so sweetly 
Hey you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 




Details | Lyric | |

Stairway to Hell

So much rage
caught up in depression
now i have no one to turn too
i sit alone by my bed looking at the demon 
He stands next to the closet

I wake up every night at 2 am
just before dead time
He makes sounds
i ignore them

He opens the closet door
And slams it shut
scarring me 

One night he visits me in a dream
A dream where my family dies because i killed them
I wake up screaming
I would never hurt my family 

Sometimes its hard to ignore the other world
They make you crazy and depressed 
now you have to pay for the music that drug that demon to your home
All the metal music that killed you
The music that they said would save you

Ask your self are you alive now? 
now that the demon got you?

I think of how it could be different 
how if i listened to country my family would still be here
Demons are everywhere know that?
One is with you right now, watching you type your poems
Watching you read mine

What can they do you ask?
They can do much much more than what you expect
They crush your insides
Make your heart cold
They make you hurt

These demons are not to play with
A found out the hard way
now the pain wont stop
I cant make it go away

You will soon see what i have seen
Cling to god 
Pray everynight before you close your eyes
Pray out loud every morning
Be thankful you havent seen your demon yet

All of us have one
they are all over the world
They will drag you to hell with them!