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Magic
Enchantment of magic’s sweet passion has bound me
With minutes and hours I now must reclaim;
Spellbound, love calls to the spirits around me
And drifts into dreams at the sound of his name.
The breath of his memory awakens from slumber;
I hear the soft whispers of a loving refrain
That stirs in my heart such an infinite hunger
With incense to scent each exquisite strain.
The face of my love comes back in a vision
With sounds of his voice in the soft grey gloom;
In a twilight of stars when the scent is Elysian
I wait for him under the plum tree in bloom.
So hushed is the flute of a love song enchanted
With music he played when his mouth was stirred;
I now hear the song so tenderly haunted
Invading my dreams with all that I heard.
As green leaves and blossoms twine and are braided
The strings of my heart have come undone;
When the lush of the green vine is woven unfaded
The binding of my heart with his is as one.
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Mermaid's Milk
The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe,
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over
As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she too, lets hope swam free to find the horizon,
unsure whether it will be found...
The night; collected on the leaves,
drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium,
it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits
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I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze;
gilded words of adoration
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me,
strengthens me,
nurtures me
like Mermaid’s milk
Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...
With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.
So much is lost.
The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me.
Sing me a song while you do,
and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.
This is a collaboration with the beautiful and delightful Nikko.
it was a pleasure working with her.
* see about this poem*
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Asylum Bound
I'm not really sure how to explain
This strange feeling with my feeble brain-
It's driving me a new kind of insane.
If I believed in love, then in love I would be.
This bitter, cold heart is set ablaze inside me
Just hearing your name- I melt at the sound.
Without you my dear, I'd be asylum bound.
I'm not really sure how to explain
This madness taking over my brain-
It's driving me a new kind of insane.
Well, I'm not quite sure I can complain
About the thoughts of you that consume my brain-
They're driving me a good kind of insane.
If I believed in love, then in love I would be.
This bitter, cold heart is set ablaze inside me
Just hearing your name- I melt at the sound.
Without you my dear, I'd be asylum bound.
If I believed in love, then in love we would be.
You set this bitter, cold heart ablaze inside me.
I only feel sane when you come around-
Without you my dear, I'll be asylum bound.
No, I'm not quite sure how to explain
This strange new feeling with my feeble brain-
But my dear, you drive me perfectly insane.
By Anne Currin
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My Song to You
Come to the meadow just you only,
Where autumn weaves her spell;
On hills and purple moorlands lonely,
Where the magic of her presence dwells.
Beneath blue sky and fields of heather,
With soft humming of honey bees.
And I'll hold you, just us two together,
To share the scent of autumns leaves.
We’ve time to share asters in the meadow,
With all that we love best;
With the swallows wings and your shadow,
And summer's grass that built the nest.
To hold and hear the soft wind singing,
To see your hair tossed and blown;
And meet the bluebird softly winging,
Through heaven and earth, we too fly alone.
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A Song at Sunrise
A Song at Sunrise
He sang the song at sunrise, to the morning dawn
It rose into the atmosphere and carried on and on
It fell in gentle rain upon the barren lands
It moistened upturned faces and was caught in outstretched hands
It blew within warm winds across the marshy fen
Was whispered through the waving reeds and reached the hearts of men
This song is never ending all around the earth
The song that started long ago with our sweet Saviour's birth
POULTER'S MEASURE that is in alternating 12 then 14 syllables lines and so on
(the form always commences with a 12 syllable line)
Courtesy of Brian Strand
Margaret Foster: 18th February 2010
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Let Myself Bleed
We're all searching for answers nowhere to be found;
If I give up then I'm nothing but a coward.
Though a broken road has your feet glued to the ground,
You're still expected to keep moving forward.
When questions keep going unanswered,
All they do is multiply;
I'm tired of asking myself why...
All of my pain, my sorrow, my hate,
Let's paint this world red with a lonely fate.
At last imprisoned questions will be set free,
For tonight, I'm going to let it all bleed.
This life has been beating me for so long,
I just can't win its losing fight.
I thought it'd be worth it, but I was wrong-
There's nothing of worth left in my sight.
When questions keep going unanswered,
All they do is multiply;
I'm so tired of asking myself why...
All of my pain, my sorrow, my hate,
Let's paint this world red with a lonely fate.
At last imprisoned questions will be set free,
For tonight, I'm going to let it all bleed;
And all of my spite, my rage, my confusion-
I'll leave it all behind, life is just a delusion.
At last I am going to be set free,
For tonight, I'm going to let myself bleed.
When questions go unanswered,
All they do is multiply-
I'm done asking myself why.
By Anne Currin
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Blame Game: Trial and Denial Rewrite
Original Version (Quatrain):
Again I'm put on trial,
a judgment so tortuous;
but you are in denial–
to see that takes no genius.
When letting go of a grudge
I see you're in no hurry;
but who appointed you judge?
I've yet to see your jury.
So quick to point your finger
at everyone except you;
you're an adult, act mature.
You have confessing to do.
Go on, confess whenever
the truth you refuse to face;
you can't deny forever
that you're a complete disgrace.
You love to play the blame game
so let's play another round;
what's wrong– are you too ashamed
to turn your finger around?
New Version (Song Lyrics):
You’re so devoted to all your grudges,
You cherish them like they're a prize;
You hold them with pride on your pedestal
Bursting with bliss as your relationships die.
Next time you frame everyone's mistakes
And hang them right above their head,
You should hang up a mirror as well
And take a good look at yourself instead.
You love to play the blame game
So let's play another round;
What's wrong- are you too ashamed
To turn your finger around?
You're so foolish to expect anybody
To respect a narcissistic point of view;
Within your childish perception the lens
Is solely focused on you, you, you, and you.
Next time you frame everyone’s mistakes
And hang them right above their head,
You should hang up a mirror as well
And take a good, long look at yourself instead.
You love to play the blame game
So let's play another round;
What's wrong- are you too ashamed
To turn your finger around?
Yeah, you love to play the blame game
So let's play another round;
What's wrong- are you too ashamed
To turn your finger around?
By Anne Currin
3/29/2013 For Debbie's Metamorph Contest
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The Song of Aphrodite
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me…
Whisper to me your longings,
and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath.
I shall take you to places
where only gods and goddesses roam.
Aware am I of how my radiant beauty entrances you...
Be thankful to the Fates that it is you I have chosen.
I have sprung forth from Ocean's foam,
but we shall churn that sea...
Flowers at my feet would pale
to the flowers that spring forth from my heart
How I know too well that my eyes mesmerize
A twinkle from the windows of my soul
and I know I have captured you.
I would gladly take off these necklaces ‘round my supple neck
if it means that your lips trail soft kisses instead…
I would happily unclasp these brooches in my hair,
and let my flowing tresses
tickle your gorgeous face and body,
as I take my turn to adorn you with my kisses.
I shall discard these golden robes made by the Kharites and the Horai
and reveal my nubile body for you to explore
with your eyes…
…with your hands
with your lips…
Let the Seasons be forgotten,
as we move to only know of Love.
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, Come to me…
August 5, 2010
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A Song of Michael's Rose
Dedicated to Deb Radke
The cottage reeks with
fluid tides of hope,
incessantly commanding.
My baby’s here.
I’ve still no word
coming down the line from Dover.
Winter’s gone...
Spring rains have come
and with it comes the tears all over.
I weep again, my child it seems,
will never know her father.
Today down by the spring
I prayed the prayer so often said,
sorrow turned desperation.
I found a ring left in the cup, since
yesterday laying there, scribed “M”
upon a jeweled stone.
My heart leaped in
expectation.
I heard his voice inside my head,
where also his face I saw.
I turned and looked...
no one was there...
please God give me
this one discretion.
There must be peace somewhere to find.
I look but must be led
by your grace and mercy.
Again at chores, the babe
asleep, the knock came loudly.
A letter from Michael O’brian maam,
please sign here for delivery.
I hurriedly skimmed,
he was dead,
two days before,
of pneumonia.
Our little Rose, still in my care,
to receive his name
if she so chose
and all else he owned in Dover.
A ring for me
it seems was gone,
a large garnet with the letter M
on the stone, had disappeared
completely.
EPILOGUE:
A seed was planted in winter,
planted in sweetness of youth.
It was a gift from Michael.
He left me alone in the spring---yet,
his flower grew in my garden.
Our error was human.
First feeling trapped, then love,
from this Rose in my life.
Forgiveness is divine.
Love is eternal.
11 Jan 2011 Charles Henderson
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This Song is for my Mother
This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke
Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared
Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……
For you
Would have placed
A magic carpet
‘neath your weak and shaky legs
Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again
Would have bribed
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain
Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again
Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old
Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark
And lonely soul
Be the girl
Playing games
In a world
The sun won’t set
Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget
This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke
I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day
I’m drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning
This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….
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