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India

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living life to the fullest
In their honor I wish to pray

That I may learn to be as humble
As loving and as kind,
To be blessed by elder wisdom
In every senior that I find.

This is a gift to give my children
To open their sleepy little eyes.
To see the value in rejoicing,
To reach for stars up in the skies.

When they learn this knowledge 
To listen well to the sages,
They will know of sacred secrets
Handed down through the ages.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

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Voices in my head

I see things in my dreams
Aliens then screams
Government, terrorists, spies
Ghosts, ghouls, monsters, lies
They are coming in my sleep
I can’t scream, not a peep
Fireants in my brain
My voices make it plain
Life isn’t as it seems

I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified

Locked my heart threw away the key
Locked it up so they can’t see
Its breaking loose
Can’t set it free
Can’t keep it close
Can’t let it be
I try to find my sanity
But somehow that’s just not me
My brain thinks differently

I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified

Others see a different world
Without the fear of dreams unfurled
Broken hearts, shattered screams
My insanity becomes a reality
That only I can see
My reality is the insanity
Deep inside of me
Until I set it free
I will never see with clarity

I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified

I just gotta set it free
I just gotta be me
The world wants me to hide
They just gotta realize
That I am truly crazy
And really that’s just me
I am finally set free
To find my sanity
In insanity

I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
And I know that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m finally alive

Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2014

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Popcorn Music

Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with finger
Voice doesn’t malinger!
He strums with thumb
He’s loud, he’s not dumb!

There’s Pop Music in Poetry House
Fasten belt, tighten that blouse
Third Party Insurance will not help
Scorched, when you start to yelp!
While Archaic blows a brass horn
I’m squatted munching popcorn!

He blows the mad horn
That the Devil can dehorn
Bravura of Poetic sound
Tremulous on the ground!


Background 

Fantastic footwork by Andersen Anne Lise
Compared with my hodgepodge tango style
Her voluble Poetic twirls and untimely release
Sent me across the floor to hurtle and fly!
Supine and writhing with shyness’ disease
Miss Wattle spruced my green-horned tie!

As if mêlée was all but an esteemed order
Sis Yvette, on her protuberant poetic drum
Synchronised with Archaic’s across the Border
Non-stop, the frenzied guy continues to strum
Poetry flowing from the mental cam coder
Raving Banjo on the mercy of Jack’s thumb!

Poetry Soup is irrefutably a busy Pop House-
As Cherie Thomas beats with Conductors’ stick,
Wider goes Delysia Hendricks’ split blouse
Furiously harping with gusto and a rare trick!
To rupture of ecstasy and uproarious applause:
“This kinda stuff makes this cheeky Gal tick!”


You’d say he’ll suffocate where he’s trapped
I mean Sir Lamoreaux in a spirally saxophone
Blowing, piping poetic tremolo whilst wrapped
Breathing into the constrictor’s tail a cyclone
Heaving chest, yet poetic zest is not sapped!
Alas! He’ll not till poetic tremor is fully done!

Repeatedly blowing the Lyrical saxophone
Vicky Tsiluma, intrepid Black Queen that she is,
Across Kilimanjaro, waft her poetic tone
With intonations of peace and human bliss
In this fine cognoscenti’s vitality is borne
That Lovers of Learning cannot afford to miss!

Eileen Ghali with her fine and sombre heart
Completed the missing link in the Poetic Pop
Which she could never eschew to take part
Her poetic prowess and love writ not to flop
Cheerfully sang love lines on a pedestal chart,
With dance sending Jack’s trousers to drop!


Conclusions

By sharing Poetry for free
Other’s mind we start to see	
Lost temper, back we find
In Soup we share our mind!



**Dedicated to all the Soup Community members. I could have included all of you....space could not allow. I love you all!


JM

16th Oct’ 2013 

Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013

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Music at Midnight

His home is beneath the theater stage Disfigured, he remains within his cage Listening to melodies played onstage Fills him with loneliness, not rage Once a fine actor, the Phantom awaits midnight To sing alone, so fear he won’t incite For the “garish light of day” he finds too bright When he hears Christine sing, he bemoans his plight Hours pass until midnight when the theater’s empty And he lays his hands on each piano key Stroking them as he would her face on the marquis But only at midnight is his soul set free What would Christine think if she saw his face He senses the need his feelings to encase As much as he longs for her tender embrace He fears she would just leave him in disgrace Midnight, midnight, he awaits patiently So he can finally perform shamelessly This midnight ritual he enacts faithfully Singing to a woman he’d love undyingly He croons sadly, wishing for her ovation Absorbing the power of each note’s vibration Dreaming one day he’ll submit to temptation And reveal himself to discover her elation
* Based on the Broadway play “Phantom of the Opera” and its powerful song, “Music of the Night.” Most plays end just before midnight. “Garish light of day” is a line from the song. * Poem written Jun 6, 2014

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

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I Hear Guitars a' Calling

I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling When sinking suns relay their flames to fairies on the wing Igniting one by one the jewels of midnight’s diamond blaze As day becomes a yawning ash beneath a starry gaze. I hear guitars a’ calling from the clouds within the skies, With tunes which flow as purple drops from sad and weepy eyes Of silent speaking troubled souls who stand alone in grief, But hold the vastness of the stars within a trembling leaf. I hear guitars a’ calling from the beat beneath her breast, The murmur throbs of passion and a sensuous unrest That rumbles deep in silent woods before the raging storm And splits the air in morning meadows bursting green with corn. I hear guitars a’ calling in the gentle splashing rain, Which summons with a soothing purr upon my window pane And conjures up a childhood dream within a vagrant breeze Entwining me in cryptic webs of misty vortices. I hear guitars a’ calling from the waves on distant shores; They’re crashing out their monody upon the mystic oars Of phantom ships within the dawn and midnight caravels, A’ sail on seas of raven wings to moonlit citadels. I hear guitars a’ calling in the morning’s reveilles; They’re pouring fires in the skies and burning up the seas, While waking flowers in the fields and setting trees ablaze, And closing one by one the eyes of midnight’s starry gaze. I hear guitars a’ calling from the deserts of my mind; They’re howling of a hollow land adrift on empty time Where pathless sands are blazing hot, the sun is standing high, A thirsting dog is barking faint’ with tongue that’s long and dry.

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012

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ROCK and ROLL

Inspired by Old Time Rock & Roll by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band 1978 album Stranger In Town
It gets the heart pumping Like a drum, a tap tap is thumping Innocent days we were young, heart were pure and pure was sung. Records spin, sweet smelling vinyl. I won't change, and that's final. The scratch of the needle hums, With every word, peace comes. I may be old fashioned, I know, But words do soothe the soul. The body moves in its own beat, Rhythm tap taps my feet. Rock and roll will always be heard, For it was a vision that'll never get blurred. For Contest: Rock N' Roll Date: 11-21-2014

Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014

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TUNES OF WAVES


In waters’ calm leisure, mellow tides drift Along back strides that always find their sway, The lighter blues, the deeper jades, that sift Glimmers of mollusks that twinkle and play. From the swoon of bay when dusk slowly cranes Pewter the wavelets, darker steel the shore; Above, one bold and yellow stripe explores To jiggle in a curdled breeze and spills A frothy crest with waltzes soon to fade Before moon comes in her gathering wade. Notes I hold, on the ocean waves’ last set A gurgling never the same every time That I might grow thirsty and soon forget Salty ripples forming different chirps Never out of waves' hums in dancing flips. Sheri Fresonke Harper's Out Of Water Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012

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The Man in the Wilderness

Feeling like a lodger
In my own home
Thankful for my music
And my new found roam

Families and communities
They are just so hard to find
But in April 2009
I found the most precious kind

I found the name amusing
So the button i clicked on to see
The layout was very inviting
Like an open door should be

For in a matter of minutes
On first uploading a poem
This Highlander was content
He had found a welcome home

So many lovely writers
Poets who share their bless
No longer this Scotsman is
The Man in the Wilderness



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

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night music

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                       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

                                                

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012

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Flowers of the Curious Mind

Flowers of the Curious Mind



Sent were flowers of the curious mind
 following echoes of Cantu's muse
No curses , words grossly unkind
 insults hidden deeply in clever ruse

Dare not stab sweet music of mortal man
 with deeds sordidly played tho' sweet
Transgress not Nature's surviving plan
 with arrogant contempt born of defeat

Embrace life's melody as a lost friend
 dancing within it's tune so fine
Live, live gloriously until life's end
 drink, drink richly of it's finest wine!

05-24-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Old Faithful

No, not a geyser,
Not a woman,
Old faithful sits
Patiently in my kitchen,
Awaiting my need for her

Old faithful is an organ,
Rich velvety tones
Growls when I ask her
Or spits, or even moans...

What a companion
She does make
No need for deception,
No room for fake...

She's gotten me through,
Many a rough time
She asks no questions
She's guilty of no crime

Her teeth, bared...
Ready to rock
She needs no food,
She reads no clock

She takes me away
On many a mystic trip
As we soar together
Joined at the hip

So keep your guitars,
Your trumpets, your bass
This girl is mine,
Smiling toothy face.

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

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The Songs & The Makers

My soul understood Lynyrd Skynyrd
Like Ronnie I had monkeys to
Just simple boys chasing life’s joys
With our needles playing our blues

My soul understood Pink Floyd
For I have lived inside the wall
Comfortably numb and ignorantly dumb
Living my life forever tasting the call

My soul understood Nirvana  
The White Horse has lived in my stall
I’ve tasted death at the edge of my breath
As my soul just nodded through it all

Like Creed I am my own Prison
No appeal on the docket today
What I learned from John Lennon
We all need to learn how to pray

Morrison took me to the roadhouse
Like Merle they locked me away
And I guess just like Creedence
I’ve seen rain on the sunny day


You know I do love Hank Jr.
Especially when he sings the blues
It seems so many of us just hop on the bus
Forever lost in the Addictions we choose

Sometimes I feel just like Kid Rock
I’m just sitting here in search of myself
I have great respect for Garth Brooks
For his family he put his career on the shelf

Johnny Cash sang of San Quentin
I heard the song in one of its cells
Locked up inside of that medieval prison 
You feel like you have made it to hell

Like Jerry Garcia I fried in Berkley
Like Hendrix I dropped acid in my eyes
To this day when I hear Janice Joplin
 I just want to break down and cry

The Eagles played the Hotel California 
I have led the dance on that Prison yard
Guns & Roses sang of the Jungle
Prison is a world very cold and hard

These are a few of the songs and the makers
Ones that have shared my story and plight
When I die just play dust in the wind
As I ride the stairway to heaven that night

If my song is granted one purpose
And the music I’m allowed to choose
Let it be said that the song in my head
Was country rock with a touch of the blues

And let that song forever tell a story
A horrible story that ended so bright
For when Jesus Christ grants his mercy
Even the most blind can be led to the light

So Lord let my life be your lighthouse
Lord please guide my story as it’s told
And whatever you do Lord I beg of you
Help me stay worthy of the heart that I hold

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008

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Insanity Music

Last year, her imagination went double
So she ignored her previous schedule.
She put all her dreams inside of clear jars,
Decorated with different, assorted stars.

She believed if she always kept things rounded,
She would also succeed in keeping life grounded.
So she would circle every found square
Believing it demonstrated her constant care.

Plastic, colored eggs hung from her ceiling
To keep her floor from creaking and reeling.
Pale pink and bold gold stripes on her wall
Recorded every received telephone call.

She worshiped and loved both the sun and moon,
But only from inside her living room.
She feared really being observed outside,
A place where stray cats were known to hide.

She always loved dance, but during this year
She’s been dancing to music only she can hear.
All these things bring her secure nuances near,
But make her sanity less and less clear. 


September 30, 2015
Contest:  So I Thought Of This Line
Sponsor:  Francine Roberts
1st Place

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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B Flat Scale

Secretly;
Not seen or felt.
A soft melody.

Gently;
picking up pace.
It sings to me.

Amazingly;
tells a tale.
Calm and sweetly.

Tenderly;
notes drift in and out.
Feelings emotionally.

Quietly;
It fades slowly away.
The final note ring.

Copyright © emily humphreys | Year Posted 2009

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A Heaven For Musicians

There has to be a heaven for musicians
A place for old singers to go
Their music still touches our lives
As they did years ago
Ray Charles transcended music type
From country to rock to blues
Ritchie Valens was only seventeen
When his death hit the morning news
Jim Croce sang about Leroy Brown
While Nillson would croon Without You
Janis Joplin would make you rock
And Stevie Ray would make you blue
I still watch old Ozzie and Harriet shows
Just to hear Ricky Nelson sing
Harry Chapin took his last Taxi ride
And Elvis is still the king
John sang of peace and love
While George's guitar would gently weep
Conway's music wasn't Make Believe
I hear their music in my sleep
John Denver's in the Rocky Mountains High
And Del Shannon seeks his Runaway
Rainy Days and Mondays made Karen sigh
While Otis sat On the Dock of the Bay
Jimi Hendrix played the meanest guitar
Roy's voice couldn't get any higher
Bobby Darin searched Beyond the Sea
And Jim Morrison said Light My Fire
There has to be a Heaven for musicians
For all those who have paid their dues
Where the music will live forever
From rock n' roll to rhythm and blues.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006

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A Harvest of Music

A Harvest of Music

The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience  awaiting the pure joy to come. 
Descending silence alerting the senses. 
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences. 

Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling. 
Explosion of sound, set senses reeling. 
Tuba and French horn now adding their voice, 
Uniting as one to delight and rejoice. 

Soft music flowing, a leaf in a stream, 
Catching the ear in a heavenly dream, 
Rising and soaring, empowered of wings, 
A dream maker's touch and violin sings. 

With long curving bow caressing the strings,
Hair hiding her face, an angel, she brings 
The music of angels, rafters invading 
Haunting blue notes from cello cascading. 

Clarinet cadenza, clear fluid tones 
Tugging the heartstrings, embracing the bones. 
Filling the dome, ethereal splendour 
Fading away, celestial wonder. 

Percussion take hold, no longer hidden 
Cymbals and side drum do as they're bidden, 
Crashing and booming, sound finding its berth 
Pulling the listener back down to the earth. 

Thunderous applause with standing ovation. 
The crowd full of rapture capture elation, 
A feast for the soul, a prayer with no word
A harvest of music, to honour the Lord.

Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010

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The 70's

Back in those heavy times when everything was so far out Our words were but a whisper, the mans were but a shout Flower power was spreading, and everything was out of sight Preaching peace through out the days, and gettin our groove on into the night But we were always gettin hassled, by the fuzz, the man, the pigs They didn't want us smokin doobies, and flashin peace signs, can ya dig? Then peace and love had flourished, we needed to get funky and do our thing We needed a place to get our groove on, so the discos were the scene The threads we wore back then were styling, some were off the hook! It's hard to believe with the slim bread we made, we could carry that funky look? Bellbottoms, platform shoes, and jump suits people were a cravin Boogieing away the nights in the discos, where the lights were just a blazin Then the foxy chicks started getting pregoed, and the discos no longer Dyno-mite! Men needed to start makin more bread, and trying to live the family life But gigs weren't easy to find, and life became somewhat of a drag Some of the dudes skipped town, leaving the foxy mamas holding the bag Well thats the skinny of the seventies, the lowdown of peoples ways So keep on truckin all you cool cats and foxy mamas And remember all those ~Freaky, ~Far Out, ~Out Of Sight days
Dan Kearley:1-21-12

Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2012

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Music

Music is the mood in your bones
Keep it rolling like the stones
Vibrations that direct the soul
Sensations to dictate your role
Melody to make you feel at home
Rhythm for making the mind roam
Chorus of a heart that you know
Put yourself into your own flow

Copyright © ... Gigno | Year Posted 2013

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A New Day


Her grateful kiss moistens the dawn, raised arms embrace the sun. A light like fire burns for all time, a new day has begun. When Sunday morning’s church bell chimed, brisk steps tapped with the song. Gray walls of stone held prayers within, stained glass cast shadows long. She stood hunched low prisoned by sin, carved statues froze her feet. A face of slate hid darkest fears, her path walked in defeat. A voice of hope from prayer spoke clear, love shined from grace unbound. With arms held high and knees bent low, soul praised without a sound. On high, she saw gold haloes glow and wings spanning blue sky. This Sunday morn behind church doors, to hate she said goodbye. With love, each new day to explore becomes a welcomed gift. The world around her is her church, God’s beauty does uplift! Heavenly song floats from high perch, the birds know all too well God’s love brought forth a melody from Sunday’s old church bell. Then when the bells toll solemnly, she’ll rise to a new song; bell’s chime will call to other souls as new days come along. for Isaiah's Interlocking Rhyme Contest, 1/24/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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One With Her Music

Young lady, dark eyes smiling, gazes soft upon her dreams. She holds violin, her companion, near as Chopin’s notes surround her, resonating in her soul, splendor’s refrain. As music comes alive, nimble fingers wake, restless to float in passionate motion on waiting bow, no worry or thought to precision or mechanics. She, spirited girl, creates in light of love, lifting her gift from God, which cannot be bought; she understands - blood and breath flow, her energy elates, great to enlightened ears and hearts of all who listen...admire, flawless to those who know the meaning of extraordinary - a priceless gift shared, passion spreading like a burning fire. Young lady, virtuoso, dark eyes smiling brighter each day, lives her dreams. She and music are one joyous heart beating.

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014

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THE LORDS SWEET MORNING

The clouds are floating softly just below the mountain's peak.
   The river plays it's symphony, sweet music to my ear.
      The lyrics dance in rhythm as the Lord begins to speak.
         I thank him for this morning and the melodies I hear.

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

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12 days of Christmas Remix

On the First day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A starfish from the vast sea
On the Second day a Christmas my true love gave to me...
Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Third day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Three dolphins dancing, Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing, Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Five pearl rings,Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing,two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling, and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, Four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eight eerie eels, Seven seals swimming,Six silver dollars,Five pearl rings,Four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Nine Norway lobsters, Eight eerie eels,Seven seals swimming,six silver dollars,five pearl rings, four whales waving,three dolphins dancing, two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters,eight eerie eels, seven seals swimming, six silver dollars, five pearl rings, four whales waving, three dolphins dancing,two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eleven teeny frog eggs, Ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters, Eight errie eels, Seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, five pearl rings, four whales waving, three dolphins dancing, two crabs crawing and a starfish from the vast sea
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
An aquarium to keep them happy, Eleven teeny frog eggs, ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters, eight eerie eels , seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea.

 "remix 12 days xmas song"
BY:Sabina
12/11


Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011

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Above the Ocean Path


  " .... can you hear the bells ? ... "
             ~~~   ~~~


I trudge along the ocean path
up the hill to the promenade.
Above the crashing waves I stand,
then memories, my thoughts, invade.

Behind me, white and old, as I,
the abandoned church beckons me.
It says " do you remember when?"
"Think back ... what do you see?"

I remember lilacs blooming
and music from inside,
when this was a church full of life,
when I became a bride.

But now the lilacs fade from sight,
a deserted shell is all I see.
There is no music playing.
Sadness settles over me.

The curtains blow through broken panes.
They billow in the breeze
as if they're trying to escape
out to the beckoning seas.

Once upon a time we were
Alive ! , this church and I.
But we are old and empty now
and ready now to die.


           ~~~   ~~~
"behind the church is a promenade
     they call the Widows Walk"




   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

    23/09/2011

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011

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Cover Band

I've heard all these great songs before
Always getting me out on the dance floor
The rhyme and rhythm is so out of sight
Making me want to take you home tonight

All are well written, and sing to the ear
Every note perfect, polished and clear
We sing along, for we all know the tune
Still getting all the young ladies to swoon

Play something fresh, not scratched and old
Make it original, dynamic and bold
Make it a favorite, the new song that I love
Write me a winner one you are proud of

Boy, I really dig the way that you sing
But I'd much rather, hear the real thing

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014

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My Guitar

With burdens bearing heavy down a road that’s hard and long My body’s bent and weary so I’m reaching for a song; My sorrows flicker – fading ..., faint ... - beneath the morning star, While worried fingers seethe across the strings of my guitar. Though seagulls fly forever, streaking, striving for the strand, My troubles ebb, evaporate, with my guitar in hand; Their turbulency’s writhing neath the notes within the air - And hunted by the haunting beat, they’re vanquished everywhere. With melodies erupting, bursting, splashing night with dawn, The drifting dancing demons die, as time goes swirling on; Guitars are roaming randomly across the rusty skies, While cares have vanished, draped in dust of distant lullabies.

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012

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Don't Interrupt the Music

Dissonance is delegating the intensity in my eyes
Minor chords unveil the passion my body can’t belie 
Eighth notes are lightning sparks that burn my finger tips
And when you play Fminor7 I tend to bite my lips.
I want you to scale my thighs 
the way you play A minor harmonic
Deftly wrenching haunting moans 
Experiences anything but platonic
Allegro Legato Crescendo Vibrato
Sing to me in Italian and tell me to hold my tongue
But if anyone interrupts the music …
a piano's lid comes crashing down--the last note never sung.

Copyright © Krystal Cochrane | Year Posted 2009

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The Concert

Drumming along on steering wheel
And dashboard, to rhythm and beats
8-track drowning out giddy squeals,
Till butts plopped down in venue seats.

The buzzing crowd was everywhere
All walks of life surely present,
Deluge of Tie-Dye and long Hair,
Smoke wafting thick, the oddest scent.

When all light vanished, cheers ensued
As silhouettes shuffled on stage,
Anticipation…all eyes glued,
Mind numbing sound, coming of age!

They’d rocked our years, and now this night
Fans singing each memorized word,
Dancing, laughter—our teenage rite
Of passage, forever conferred.

Ten thousand flames, begged one more song
Two mega hits offered instead;
Then bows before worshiping throng,
Ended the show, farewells widespread.

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2015

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Rambling Rose

You live for empty pleasures
They fade through each new song,
I finally see the big picture
You were weak, not strong.

I was young looking for guidance
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
Can't love, for their lives are barely there.

Weeds grow in anything
But rambling roses grow on vines,
Their thorns protect all that’s around
Guarding their gates from the intruding kind.      

All you were was temporary
A stumbling block for the time,
But what’s a mountain in your way
After you decide to climb.

I was young looking for guidance,
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
can't love, for their lives are barely there.

They can never destroy a rambling rose
For they are made strategically rare
They can never blossom or unfold
For their lives were never there.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 7-11-12


Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012

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A New Star Shines Above Hawaii

On this warm and clear tropical night, a new star in heaven shines its light. It rises high above Hawaii, over the palm trees for all to see. On the beaches, the waves crash around. Listen carefully, there’s a new sound. It’s an old familiar melody. Sweet notes played on a ukulele joined by a voice so smooth and mellow, it’s a wonderful tune we all know. From this small island of Oahu, a fine native son has bid adieu. He has left this Pacific playground. With God’s big band, he can now be found.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

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Adventures In Neverland

The reasoning has befallen, on a rock she now prays Dark cobalt blue tides, like counters, our end of days Wildlife in sporadic, escaping to not Whilst a sky filled abyss, shall stop the clock Angelic she sits, in wonderment of her see Knowing what lies ahead, adventures in neverland will be Our past has finally caught, in we, we under-find Neighbours have become our enemies, no friends of mine We now await the others, the omega point we await Staring at the glass half, to freedoms departure gate In-trepidation walk, knowing that our steps Like footsteps in the sands, eternally are reft Continually we look back, to a place we know we were The memories of all off us now instantly a blur As we focus on the angel, consumed before our eyes Me a man amongst what's left, in tear laden cry Threnody now holds us, elevates our screams As we watch the children talk, other-worlds they now dream Hyper-drive is called, forced back as we sit Amidst forests of hands and teeth, are humans in acquit Continually we look back, to a place we know we were The memories of all off us now instantly a blur As we focus on the angel, consumed before our eyes We face adventures in neverland, what's left of us we try <*> http://www.thereasoning.com <*> http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/the-reasoning.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2012