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Way We Live

Culture is beautiful when expressed in the right light 
It is the drum we walk to, dance to
Everyday down city corner streets
It is the obstacles we walk through, run through
Everyday common as the passing faces we see

It is the temptation we indulge in, survive in
Everyday it rises 
like the sun 
and sets over horizons
It is the songs we hum to, succumb to
Everyday on the mornin' radio
constantly setting the mood 
givin' that vision to our way of life

Beautiful culture yields to beautiful life


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Acquainted with the Sunrise: in the spirit of Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with sunrise,
I have bathed in first light – then back in shadow,
I have felt tentative warm on closed eyes.

I have gazed over pink-tinged meadows,
I have passed by the swift and early bird,
And reached a hand to touch a half-lit rose.

I have stood still without a single word
When far away a tree frog croaked his song;
Across the meadow waking creatures stirred.

But not to stop the sun from glowing strong,
And further still to greet the red-gold skies;
On gently sunlit tree, birds linger long.

Daylight sheds night’s shadowy disguise.
I have been one acquainted with sunrise.


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Tears In The Wind

Tears In The Wind

Left hand deftly fingering strings on frets, 
While my right hand is picking or strumming. 
Composing a sad song about regrets
And searching a melody by humming. 
I easily find a chord progression,
Played in a melancholy minor key,
Then add some dynamics for expression--
Reaching a fugue-like state releases me
Fleeting perfection is my endeavor.
Like tears in the wind, now lost forever.


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Songwriter's Sonnet

Songwriter's Sonnet Come, sit here beside me – it’s where you belong. Hand me my guitar – I’ll sing you a song About roads I have traveled and bridges I've crossed On destiny’s journey from where I was lost. I can tell you of victories in faraway lands Fighting for reasons no one understands. I've written of dangers that no man should face – I have written of things that time can’t erase Wanderlust drove me, for so many years, Through miles of wasteland and rivers of tears. I've been there and done that in so many things - I've written the songs that Destiny sings. My last song will be about that shining star That led me to Paradise – here, where you are. Written by John Posey 11/02/13


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I Sing For You

Dear baby, Daddy's boat is on its way. There blinks and whirls inside the starry sky a lighthouse sending us a gleaming ray. For you, my precious, is this lullaby. Your daddy rides tonight upon the sea. He's following the gulls that homeward fly, but soon you'll sit upon your Daddy's knee. I sing for you this seaside lullaby. The beacon's beam we see is light that guides, so close your eyes, sweet baby; sleep is nigh. As soothing as the rhythmic ocean's tides for you, my precious, is this lullaby. Dear baby, close your eyes and do not cry. I sing for you the seaside lullaby. For the Poetry Contest of Tracie ~*~Indigo Dreamweaver: "Lullabies"


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Gooseberry

It's a ripe hour under shield
And tranquil carefree splendid of the day
Quoting the splendour combination of beauty
It's the time on the lovers on board.
A butterfly pretty and pigeon beauty
Both are true and are mine
When duos redeemed, I was there
A babel of noise to must bubble
Won't I be backbitten as a backbencher?
I am an ally of the lovebirds
Background temptation must let go here
I am a friend and a best man to be
So, so and so thought should excuse my tract
And let me remain a matchmaker under zephyr.


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Membranophones of Death


Through omens they received the sign,
defenders' skull bones did appear,
bare-white to burn upon the shrine,
death nested in their souls and fear.

Above the skulls were lit tall flames,
brigades of demons came to border,
they knew that Hell's dark legions' fame,
precedes the advent of manslaughter.

Thus brave the knights defend the castle,
behind the lines lords' horses snort,
the steel blades blood-clot in battle,
while women and children depart.

Membranophones of death hassle,
The demons' force invades the castle.

© G. V. 12-15-2012, All Rights Reserved


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In Utero

I ****ing hate myself and want to die.
In Utero, I deem inspiration,
but not sarcasm or imitation.
My anguish is authentic and a cry
for help, but why would people waste their time?
Not like their so-called justification
for concern is any indication
that they care enough to bawl, weep and cry.
Nobody will even care when I’m gone,
much less the violated deity.
For that, I am ungrateful and alone.
I scorned her body with a written piece.
A conclusion which should have been forgone.
Forgone like death, which should put me at ease.


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Woman Viking Warrior

See! Air is spotless. I give you its blood!
I impose Poetry´s Knife where you post
You who slept to kiss all and any Tod
A Prince for your home as a foolish host!

You had nerve to pull Arms against my Man
This Viking Armada waits your shoreline
It´s you who tried my song to scan
Go song! To Athen, London, back to Rhine

And when I wrote your Name in chilly air
I called you things you never really heard
Yet my melody hurts down to a hair
I´m no longer my tribe´s and line´s nerd

Sweden was a powerful Viking land
I take a blood-stained shield at my last stand









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Vast Love

The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain


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The Orphanage

Small boy in an orphanage , his lyric written down, 
he’s thought about it several days, hoping now it’s found 
folded to an airplane, through the window to the crowd 
but no one see’s the message, no one hears the sound 


The orphanage so crowed, they do the best they can 
the outside world can be so cold, how would they understand, 
the home feeds little children, one by one in line, 
and the world should only hear, that every bodies fine 


His punishment is over, he’s moved to a higher floor, 
through the window goes his song, he’s trying it once more, 
folded to an airplane, through the window to the crowd, 
but no one see’s the message, no one hears the sound, 


Just outside his window, must be the largest tree, 
with all the captured airplanes, becoming snow white leaves, 
the wind sometimes will shake them but they land inside the wall 
such a lonely lyric , when you know how it will fall, 

His punishment is over, he’s moved to the highest floor, 
his pocket has the lyric, he’s trying it once more, 
he now becomes the airplane, through the window to the ground 
where the angels take the message, for the boy is heaven bound, 


written by Norm Taulbee 2005 (c)


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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	


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Close Your Eyes

The twinkling sky sings bedtime now draws near.
Sweet thoughts shall bless your night; so, do not fear.
Sleep soundly ‘til tomorrow does appear.
Wake up refreshed and playful, baby dear.

The wishing angel visits in your dreams.
There lollipops are chasing new moonbeams.
And ice cream floats upon the winding streams, 
Until tomorrow ushers in sunbeams –

Tonight, my child, sleep tight; enjoy your rest.
Dreamland shall bring success to every quest.
Tomorrow shall be brightly filled with zest.
I love you, little baby; God has blest.

So, close your eyes and sleep; I am near.
And God shall keep you safe my baby dear.

© November 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Lullabies... 	
Sponsored by: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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old love rust not

Old Love Rust Not 
I walked across the bridge that spanned
over a white running river; and she was
there on the other side waiting for me.
One day she wasn´t there, she had gone
to Denmark to work as a nurse, but she
had not told me and had not left a letter
telling me why she had gone away.
I remember asking her, or was I begging?
Do you love me? Yes, I love you forever,
she had said, and kissed me tenderly. 
And now that I´m old I see that she said 
this to soothe my fear of not being loved.
Another spring and forty years has gone 
the river is the same, so is my love for her.


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Sarah Fair

Her every Golden strand of hair
reflects the sun upon the earth
surrounding us with greatest worth
is her beauty ever so rare
that it cannot truly be near
knowing I could not comprehend
this gift that only god could send
coming as if my heart to mend
together we'll so lovely blend
smile alone I hope she'll wear
in hopes to see her lying bare
and fill me with such earthly mirth
as we lay now so near the hearth
embraced in a luminesce stare


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Classic Lullaby

Close your eyes go to sleep, listen to this lullaby.
Rest your mind; release your woes, to justify.
As you lay so warm and delighted tonight,
Secure in your thoughts, without any fright.
The hours ahead shall be quiet and serene.
Dream of gold, diamonds clear, so pristine,
Close your eyes go to sleep, rest mortal soul.
Dream a dream of how to master your goal.
Night goes quick, but you are so very calm.
Rest all your bones, a mind of little qualm.
Pray that your woes are gone and forgiven.
That no nightmares arrive, or would be riven,
Wake your eyes, mornings come, do not stultify.
Sing again what has been sung, classy lullaby.


written for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ A solitary sonnetist 
Contest Name Lullabies... 


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Our Promise

Dear Judy Konos,
          OUR PROMISE    
Don't think We're down--You're country, tis of thee
For which our Flags been woven and unfurled,
this very thread, it binds us constantly,
becoming still the envy of the world.

In fifty states we grew to all we are,
and though some think God's guidance is not there,
this truth comes shining through in every Star;
Our Liberty of life shows ever'rywhere.

To tell the world, Come you, and learn our way,
there is no secret to how we have grown,
and in God's light, God's light is where we stay,
to guide you to what we have only known.

between each line, God's word is meant to share,
and "We the People..." is what keeps it there.
    by veebdosa 04/16/2011 (Dedicated to my friend Judy Konos in New Orleans)


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IRENE WAS THE AMERICAN GIRL

Irene was the American girl,
the only pretty one I should have based my romantic story on;
and that story is still unwritten...
not having been able to forget the rejection that turned into pain. 
Two bright and respectful kids we were,
growing up with Bob Dylan's intellectual poetry,
but mine was the waltz of a beautiful song...
with the words of the truest love I had ever written.
Brown and blue eyes would have made green eyes,
blonde and brown hair would have made auburn hair;
nothing but the handsomest boy or even the prettiest girl...
for us to love and proudly share for many happy years ahead. 

But who has been your darling since then?
Have you found tenderness in that man? 



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Come Back

Why are you going away?
My turmoils are holding sway!
What shall I do so that you may come.
Come back ,Oh! dear make my depressed life gay.

I am not wrong my feelings say,
Miserable are the passing days,
My haps are passing away,
Come back ,Oh! dear make my depressed life gay.

Your murmur that I used to quitely hear,
Still it rings in my ears -
Your sorrow that I used to share,
Does occupy my feels major.

Remember dear -it was love alone--
That made king Lear leave the throne.









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Kiss of A Lover

Kiss of A Lover
   
 
  To be kissed by my lovers mouth
Her Kiss is sweeter than wine. 
To savour the ointments poured fourth in love.
Thy Name name is as ointment poured forth, 
An ointment to the heart.
How much I love thee. 
Draw me Nearer 
To will I follow
Your Chambers I rejoice in gladness
Fruitful are our vines
Remember we will Days Gone By
Days To Come
The keeper of my vineyards
Come drink with me, 
Thy cheeks are rows of jewels, 
Thy neck shines like gold. 
Keep my vineyards with me
Behold, thou art fair 
My love 
A vision to behold, 
With doves eyes
They do hypnotize.
This love Is One Love
To Be Lived in Much Love 

Peter LeBuhn