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Retrospective

I could have held you and kept you from falling
I could have been by your side
We had it all, but it wasn't enough
I could have swallowed my pride

There was so much I could have done
There were so many signs
I never took the time to know you 
I never read tween the lines

Now that it's over and we've gone our ways
Now that the knot is untied
I still get up in the middle of my dreams
Don't know how often I've cried

There was a time I put you before
All of my plans and my schemes
Then I gave it up selling my soul
Along with all of my dreams

Now I am here, living alone
I never dreamed we would part
You gave me some of my most cherished memories
I gave you a piece of my heart.


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In My Life

There are places I remember Some I used to call my home Family house behind the curtain Tiny hotel room in Rome There are people that I met Walking down the path of life Meeting some I do regret Many still walk alongside There were moments in my life Many I admit were hard Gone with a blink of an eye Some I cherish in my heart All those moments and those places People that I know and knew They’d lose meaning, color, flavor If in my life there was no YOU. (Based on "In My Life" by The Beatles)


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Dark Lullaby

Go to sleep little child;
Close your eyes and shut them tight,
For we do not know if day will break
And be swallowed up by night.

But for now, worry not, my dear;
The dark's not as bad as it seems.
Though darkness looms over the future,
You can still escape into your dreams.

Lie still my darling baby;
Breathe calmly and breathe slow
Enjoy the quiet of the tranquil night
And the moon's hypnotic glow.

Worry not about the closet
Or the things under your bed;
Escape into Dreamland, my dear,
Safe from all the things you dread.

And if tomorrow fails in coming,
At least you will not be here;
Fly away my child, to the Land of Dreams...

Or be consumed by your fears.


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Playin' Man

A completely true story....

My grandpa was a playin' man
He had a local four piece band
I was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Get together's on Saturday night
A little moonshine to start out right
Dancin' a jig under stars so bright
Dancin' and playin' until mornins' light

My grandpa was a playin' man
He played harmonica in his four piece band
I was was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Singin' songs of long ago
Happy voices singin' way down low
Grandpa puttin' on quite a show
Where he learned those songs I don't know

My grandpa was a playin' man
His guitar makin' magic in that four piece band
I was without a doubt his number one fan
Grandpa and music went hand in hand

Fiddles screamin' out loud and clear
Folks would gather round from far and near
Everybody grinnin' from ear to ear
Those memories to me are oh so dear

My grandpa was a playin ' man!

©Donna Jones


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Last Night I Dreamt

Last night I dreamt
That the world was all at rest
From vice exempt
Filled with songs of mortals blessed
(Refrain)
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose

Last night I dreamt
That I danced the night away
In some attempt
To hold back the morning's gray 
(Refrain)
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose

Last night I dreamt
Of an arbour filled with light
And then I wept
When it vanished from my sight
(Refrain)
And I've naught but a memory dear
Of the dresses of silk and brocade
Of the moon and the stars shining clear
And the fond wish that I could have stayed


For the contest "Last Night I Dreamt..."
Catagory: Serious
Written 7/29/13


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With the Dawning Light

I lean against the railing
Drinking in the setting sun
The breeze dances in my hair
The day will soon be done

I feel your arms around me
Your body pressed against mine
I lean back on your shoulder
Drink in your scent like wine

Your lips linger on my neck
I let out a gentle sigh
“Come inside, my sweet darling
Let the moon rise in your eyes.

I know I’m often busy
Love making seems so rushed
Tonight I’ll take things slow
In a room tranquil and hushed.”

You turn me round to face you
You claim me with a kiss
“Oh, come with me, my darling
Let me fill this night with bliss

You give me all that I want
You never withhold my due
Tonight, lie back, my darling
Let ME make love to you.”

You carry me to our bed
And gently lay me down
I close my eyes and sigh
As your hands undress me now

“Just let me love and hold you
Let me ravish till morning light
In liquid warmth of sweetness
Is where I will pass this night.”

I feel your hands caress me
I feel your lips of fire
I faintly hear your murmurs
As I’m taken by desire

Tenderly, gently, slowly
You tease my receptive mind
Knowing full well, it is there
My fantasies you will find

I listen and I follow
I surrender as I'm lead
Tonight you want to give
Tonight I will be fed

Passion has shut my eyes
Every touch...magnified
Your lips kiss away my tears
When in release I have cried

I finally resurface
Your hand toys with my damp hair
Your lips give a longing kiss
Of your need I’m now aware

I croon softly in your ear
“Let desire now take flight
Come in to me, my darling
Come now with the dawning light.”

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Reflections Epode - TROCHEE

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Something Like You

Something like a love song
Crossed my mind,
Sang to my soul,
Made my heart fly.

Something like a daydream
Drove me wild
Had me on cloud nine
Free like a child.

Something like a miracle
Hit me hard
Had me jumping and skipping.
I was touching the stars.

Something like a love story
Took my by surprise
Feeling like I won the lotto
Gave me butterflies.

Something like a love song
Played softly to my heart beat
Its all your fault
And I'm swept off my feet.


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You're My Angel

I heard a song,
I studied the picture.
I read the title,
And I remembered you.

The song? It was about a guy,
Who loved a girl
His angel.
His only Sunshine, Whose arms he was happy in.

The picture? An angel,
Born new to the world,
Shattering her shell,
The bonds that he helped to break.

-The title? A game we used to play,
-A game I teased you with.
-A game that made us laugh.
-The title? You're my Angel.

"You're my Angel,
You're the only sunshine in my life,
Feels like heaven when you take me in your arms."
A moment in the song that tears me up every time.

I remember the game, do you?
I always teased you..
Called her my Angel...
You would always give me the craziest look and "gibbs" me

A slap in the back of the head.
And I'd go "fine. my angel of darkness"
And you'd smile and giggle...
And Id feel like im floating in the clouds.

those moments were when I were my happiest.
When I felt closest to you.
When I swear I could feel your heartbeat,
And hear your thoughts.

I guess what I'm trying to say,
Is that in my eyes, you'll always be my Angel,
And no, not an Angel of the Darkness,
But a true, pure Angel that saved me.


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I Guess You'll Never Know

It always starts out so lovely,
Talking all the time - 
“Can’t wait to see you,
I’m so glad you’re mine.”

But time fades the colors,
And makes the petals fall.
What once was so exciting - 
Now seems a little dull.

And I know you’ve had your drama
From people in the past.
They didn’t see what they had in you -
Well, I could’ve fixed that.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.

I just want you to know this:
My intentions were pure.
And if I’d let myself love you -
It would’ve been for who you were.

I’m learning every fairy tale 
Won’t have a happy end.
‘Cause now I’m sitting here crying,
Missing my friend.

And now we’re looking at a goodbye
Because you just cant seem to see -
Just what you could’ve had
If you’d just picked me.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.


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PONDER DEEP AND HARD

How can you hide, from the all-seeing eyes! 
How can you fight, a spirit that never dies! 
What makes you think, you can freeze the sun! 
Whoever told you, you're the almighty one! 

How can you hold weight, when you're so hollow! 
Who said you can erase, your own shadow! 
What makes you think, you can shake the unshakable! 
Who gave you the power, to be incredible! 

How can you live, with the wrong computation! 
Why not ask God, for the right equation! 
Why not take your time, quit living too fast! 
Why dwell on your troubles, that will never last! 

How can you gain, if you refuse to give! 
How can you kill, and you fighting to live! 
Why shouldn't you get burned, playing with fire! 
Why shouldn't you drown, in your lustful desire! 

How can you love the invisible, and hate visible men! 
Why shouldn't you get mawed, wrestling with lion! 
Whoever told you, zero and zero is one! 
How can you proceed, with your math undone! 

Who made you omniscience, a know-it-all! 
Who gave you the crutch, to break your fall! 
How can you think, robbing God is okay! 
Who said if you give, blessing's not your pay!  


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free cee THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR song

This is a song to be sung by a lady so if there's one out there who thinks this worthy, sings and writes music take this and run with it.  The only thing I want is the knowledge that someone used it...thanks if anyone can do this:
    THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

I think it was blue with writing that read “Body By Design”
I’m talking about the shirt of a man I’d like to make mine
With ripples and his rough spots in all the perfect places
Yet soft enough to hold me and enfold me in his embraces

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
Someone who could make this girl next door’s dreams come true

But who, I wondered, was this lady by the name of Beth
Could he have confused the “B” as in boy with an “S” as in Seth?
Yes, that’s the circumstance now I’m sure with certainty
His name is Seth, there is no Beth, and I know that certainly

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

That boy next door went from door to door looking for a kiss
While I waited at my door for the boy next door to come and kiss this miss
Finally we kept kissing and his beauty made my feverish flesh cold
And still gives me chills and thrills while he carries me over the threshold

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy that he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
The boy next door who made this girl next door’s dreams come true
And now the boy next door is the boy next door no more
Since that boy next door and I now share the very same front door
The very same…………… front door!
                      © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~ 





















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The Little Girls Abyss

Ever since I was young I always had this dream About a little girl who lived next door Who drowned in a nearby stream I don't know what possessed me But I always knew one day She would turn up at my door And ask me out to play I mentioned it to my parents They said "listen" and sat me down It happened before we moved here Her bigger sister let her drown The family we bought the house from Moved on from the fear of this Their teenage daughter suffered nightmares And dreamt of a wet abyss Many years have passed I am now well into my teens But this aura that still surrounds me Everywhere I look she's seen One evening I went to shower As normal I pulled back the screen I turned to look in the mirror She was there, staring back at me There was an incredible similarity She looked like me when i was young Now having shown herself, is it over Or has it really just begun UNSUPPORTED CODE


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THE MAN I WAS MADE TO BE!

My thoughts comes curiously, 
My lips speaks freely, 
My body's a temple holding guilt & worries, 
My eyes witness truth and my ears clearly hears.  

My hands help others, 
My feet will continue to walk futher, 
My sharp tounge prays daily, 
and my knees bow geniunely. 

My mind's always growing, 
so still now, my job's to keep showing, 
The man I was made to be,
God's radiance ever emitting out of me. 


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MUSE-MASTER!

I am the confidant of many, 
a healer of weary souls, 
they come to me with questions, 
and tales of their ample woes. 

I advise and console their broken,
and bleeding hearts, 
for I know how it feels,
to be ripped and utterly torn apart. 

What can one so humble as I;
I often conclude with query short and sweet; 
do for a true master-poet; 
who muses others as he speak?


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Little Clock

        for Gertrud Widmayer, my landlady at Heidelberg

Why in pensive ticking, silent thoughts
   You wile your time away
When all around huge swelling bells
   Toll the days away!

Every hour that announced may go
   Your silent hands take hold
And though the ages chimed in ears
   Yours they never behold.

If all the clocks the world had known
   Had struck one strong big note,
They would never still your plodding tone
   Nor the working hearth you alert.

Do you wonder, wonder, little clock
   What makes the grandfather tick!
Or his aching belly in the depth of sorrow
   Cries to the world it's sick!

Thirty million years and Pleistocene dark,
   They are one split second short!
And whimpering suns that rise and flop
   Have scarce stolen your tick or thought!

So, my little clock, my faithful clock
   When I hear the tall town bell,
I'll shrug my shoulders, one tiny moment
   And know that all is well.

©  T. Wignesan, 1957 (from the collection: Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961)


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1.

I reckon I'd let
a seed speak for itself. 
Too often though,
it doesn't flower.


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SURRENDER TO FANTASY!

Urgency in my voice breathing 
faster as our arousal is peaked.. 
run away or give in, the choice... 
let's surrender to our private fantasy 

Fire felt through the sounds we release 
our forbidden parts respond 
skin moistened as our motions increase 
let's surrender to our private fantasy 

I'm breathless, fire's spreading from head to toe 
extinquish me, our fire will douse these flames 
whisper the desires you long fo' 
surrender to me, my private fantasy 

passionate positioning, at your request 
where do you want me to be 
above or below, a sexual quest 
surrender to me, my private fantasy 

a rider i am, so the thought turns me on quick 
as your hands grab my chest 
hurry up...finish, which position to pick 
surrender to me before our fantasy becomes reality


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    HANDS OFF THE MERCHAN-PRICE

Boys, the price is now ten dollars a dance
Due mostly to this country’s inflation
But if someone said you get more than a dance
Mister, you got some faulty information

I can do almost any dance you request
I can dance like a seraph, a sprite or an elf
When it comes to dancing, man, I am the best
But mister, you had better keep your hands to yourself

I’ll jiggle and wiggle and I might even giggle
And there ain’t a dance that’s opposed to me
Hold me tight while you spin me around
But mister, keep your hands where they’re supposed to be

I can adapt to most any dance you might choose
A tap dancer or a hot hula dancer, honey I can be them
I’m adept at adapting to anything you may want
But mister, keep your hands where I can see them

Boys, the price is now ten dollars a dance
Due mostly to this country’s inflation
But if someone said you get more than a dance
Mister, you got some faulty information

I will shake it and make it a dance worthwhile 
And it will be my curves that you will ponder
It will be the best ten dollars you ever spent
But mister, don’t coerce your hands to wander

Ten dollars will get you the dance of your life
But only if you are able to meet my price
The two of us can dance the whole night away
But mister, keep your hands off the merchandise

It’s only a dance, and that’s all you will get
Gimme ten bucks and you can take my hand
But honey, don’t expect extra for your money
Okay, a peck on the cheek will cost you an extra grand

But don’t forget that I’m married to a man in the band
Because I am married to that drummer in the baaaaandddddddd!
     © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE ..~free cee!~


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Kiss

Swimming deep in the ease inside my bed-
I sift through dreams that drift inside my head-
And kiss the storm that's deep inside my core-
where dancing in the rain is not a metaphor.

Slept through love, and slept through it's collage-
turns out what was real, was a mirage-
And kiss the pain that's deep inside my core-
because where there was a Miss, there is no more.


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Roots Rock

A mystic beat from a tropic isle
drumbeat sounds in roots rock style
a musical treat that's known and loved
that floats on air like dancing doves


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Lullaby for the Grieving

Lay your head down precious one
And dry your eyes right now
For dreams of happy endings
Will be coming anyhow

The rains will stop, that much we know
Though we may not know how
So walk ahead to dryer ground
Where my love will abound

Know that when you're all alone
I've never been more near
And when you think I'm gone from you
I'm holding you, my dear

The nights will pass before you know
The sun will rise once more
I'll be with you in the sunshine
And with you in the storm

In the sunshine, in the rain
Just look up to the sky
And wish you may and wish you might
And to you, I will fly

I'll never leave you, never go
Where you can't find me there
Just look inside your heart to find
The love we share


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Only Thirteen

The day it starts, leaving at 6 am
Walking to my car, everyday it begins
This windy morning, the rustling sound
I look and see a flyer appear on the ground

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My heart in my mouth
She’s my daughter’s age
Gave feelings of sadness
A sense of rage
The thought of a baby
A lamb with the wolves
Sent shivers of fear,
Thoughts knowing, no good

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

My prayers for her family
And all of her friends
Good thoughts and kind wishes
Are all I can send
I’ll spend my day hoping
While doing daily tasks
That she will return safely
That is all that I ask

If there’s a Lord up in heaven
I believe, yes, there is
Then help this poor family
And grant me my wish
I pray that she’s fine now
Maybe just lost on the way
And hope she’s not taken
In a mere awful way

She was only thirteen,
Been missing a week
Brown hair and blue eyes
And freckled cheeks
Last seen on a night
When she went to the store
Last word was goodbye 
As she walked through the door

It’s been three whole months now
No sign of this girl
The parents’ only child
They lost their whole world
That poor missing girl
On the flyer on the ground
Just where did you go?
Why can’t you be found?


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VERY SICK OF THE FLU

I find hard to move around,
dragging my aching body,
unable to do even the simplest chores...
yes, I am very sick of flu:
it's something I can't undo!


I will not go to the hospital,
lie in a comfortable bed for hours,
coughing and sneezing waiting for a call...
while spreading this virus and infecting others.


I'm missing out on brisk walks  
that keep my immune system healthy,
and no blues frustrate me more than loneliness...
come spring and let joy renew itself in this memory.   

 
My remedy is Robitussin by far,
a miraculous cure for cold symptoms,
and since I can't go out, or drive my car...
I indulge myself in the creation lyrics.


It's my first day back to work,
I'm drinking coffee, and I shouldn't,
but these headaches won't go away...
unless I smell it, sip it and dream away.


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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WONDERING WHERE LOVE WENT

I relayed on trust
more than affection;
watching every move,
instead of watching the flowers slowly bloom.


Wondering where love went,
chasing after the illusion
of bringing it back where it was;
and realizing the impossibility, I'm so saddened.


You wanted more than understanding,
warm hands to hold and the fire of desire...
to let you ride on your fantasy star;
and I regret all that I didn't give you with real feeling.


Wondering where love went,
and what is the lesson that 
life has taught me? Never wait
for others, just trust your instinct and shun every doubt.


Wondering where love went,
seeing happy lovers, engaging in romance,
who they have found their paradise; 
I was looking for mine in someone whom I didn't love enough...



Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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SPIRITS AT THEIR DOORSTEPS

Chilly October has quickly brought in
another spirited, indelible Holloween;
allowing our witty and insane minds 
to plan the craziest, wildest things.


Witches, wizards, goblins and ghosts
all join in to give a bone-chilling night;
I put on a custom so dazzlingly white,
to scare anyone who laughs and boasts.


This ghost is never spoken of in any tale,
unknown by name, leaving no easy trail;
the only thing he does well is making sneers,
and send everyone scrambling with screams.


How frightened and pale these kids must really be,
when they cuddle up in their beds and can't sleep,
thinking of those spirits at their doorsteps;
lots of fun and delight at their expense...         


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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If Song

If I had a song, it would wake me
in the dim before dawn with its buried
drumbeat of dogs breathing
beside the bed.

That song would tune up
past the window in a reedy piping 
of some bird I never noticed,
setting up reverberations of dream.

A song would march me out the door, 
where sun finds its notch 
between pines, so I’d hold my palms up 
open, soundless in applause.

If I had a song, it would keep me
going through the day, a tune I can’t 
get out of my head, puzzling out 
a word that seeks its rhyme.

A song would feed me, tease me, 
blow me kisses and taunt 
me with its triteness/rightness
till I became the song.


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Something's Changed

Your face has lost complexion
Your eyes no longer glow
Your smile appears now waning
You heart has dimmed below

No longer is that twinkle
That shone there in your eyes
What happened, what had changed you
That leaves you paralyzed?

I’ve tried to chase then for you
The monsters there at bay
To bring you from the darkness
Into the lightened day

My hand’s extended outward
With love there left to hold
Yet nothing offered back from you
Which leaves me feeling cold

Now, stars exploding in the sky 
As the earth ducks under trees
The mountains are taking cover
Oceans swallow the debris

The vast amount of space
That now exists out there
Is dead and soon forgotten
As we fall into despair


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Black Tears

From all the hurt
That you have thrown my way
And all the fear
I have nothing to say

How do I escape?
Your enveloping presence
Why must I go through this?
Knowing your essence

No one tries to know
Or maybe they don’t care
That the words they say
I can hardly bare

I walk through the world
With my head hung low
I shall never ever let
My pain and hurt show

For every black tear
That falls to the ground
Has a silent scream
And I never make a sound

My stare becomes cold
And my blood is not red
And I reach the point
That I have no more tears to shed

Every night 
I go home and cry
Till my pillow is soaking
With the black tears I cried