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Long poem by Chris D. Aechtner | Details |

Frankenstorm 2012: A Haunting of Shelleys

A Cardinal darts past, and I cannot quite discern if it chirps out of nervousness
towards the impending storm.
If so, the twittering of cell phones sound far more nerve-wracking -- 
portable typewriters encased in the soul-less facade of laissez faire; 
of keeping track, of minding the flocks. 

Yes, everyone is a poet these days, tapping away on miniature, plastic typewriters,
typing away the next narrative filled with prose pretending to be free verse.

Whether the majority is truly poetic or not, Frankenstorm surely is poetic;
named after Mary Shelley's, Frankenstein. 
The poetic justice of it all amongst a tragedy of broken necks and drownings, 
for the Shelleys were the epitome of Romanticism -- 
not of ritualistic bouquets bought from the florist who sells porn on the sly, 
or of waxy chocolate made by children in clandestine factories built from the bricks 
of Mao's dreams of anthills and selling short the power stemming from another poet 
turned arms dealer.

No, the romance for life itself; to become poetry as poetry turns into us. 
To find mystery in everyday moments; to distil this mystery, offer it to the reader, 
so that the reader becomes drunken, swooning in a stupor towards worlds 
that are 1,000,000 light years away.

Frankenstorm, the Haunting of Shelleys, lashes out at the dead poetry of today; 
at the empty, listlessly inane, lazy poetry of today. 
The brightest stars are falling into a void, turning away from the very essence 
they so wish to express....only because they want to be unique, to be original, 
to carve their own niche into the Jack O' Lanterns of a Hallowe'en quickly turning into cheap, dollar store decorations. 
They still have hope. They still have hope, even if many further detach themselves 
from their emotions with another dose of prescription pills meant to pacify; 
meant to reign in the emotional beasts of imagination, until only zombies preserved in formaldehyde, remain.

I can literally feel the Haunting of Shelleys ask wot has become of us.
It used to be about work ethic and soul - one had to kick, tear, bite, simply to publish 
a pamphlet that might be read by 10 people. 
Nowadays, everyone is a supposed poet. A few clicks, 'submit', and people from all 
over the world can read cotton-candy couplets, or a free verse rendition of another grocery list.
But we must embolster this with: 
"They are only beginning; they need to express themselves; 
they just don't care."

I don't want to be told about the pain, the tragedy, the beauty, the love. 
I want to be shown.
I want to feel it.
I want to feel it squeeze my gray matter into a bitter-sweet drink; 
I want to feel it go down.
I want to feel it warm up my heart, grip my stomach until the bottom falls out 
and I am left careening down a shaft in an elevator with a broken pulley and rusted-through brakes, and just when I think the end has come, the elevator bursts through 
a bottom which is actually the ceiling of a world now turned upside-down -- 
and by the time I right myself, have read the last line, there is still a remaining mysterious periphery of the cats that reside in the corner of my eyes; 
purring, waiting until I come back to re-read that particular poem, 
for it is so tantalizing, I want to come back to it over and over again 
for the remainder of my years.

Storms will always come and go, 
but I sensed the metaphorical message of the Frankenstorm very strongly. 
Yet this doesn't mean that I will turn the message into fruition. 
But I will certainly attempt to do so.
Within my delirium, I will continue to try distilling the intangible 
into a drunken tangibility; even for the sake of simply trying.

And as I ponder, as I witness the present decay of humanity, 
witness the state of today's poetry, I can only wonder how many more 
Hauntings of Shelleys are possibly already brewing.


                                                                                        October 31st, 2012
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My thoughts go out to those caught in the path of Frankenstorm 2012.
Such events move me very deeply.

*I have already posted this prose in a blog, because at the time,
the character-count exceeded the limit of poem posts.











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Long poem by Richard D Seal | Details |

Recollections of a Reckless Youth

Warning: Mature themes, though at the time.             

             Recollections of a Reckless Youth
                     
                        Walking On Air.


I was young, I was fair, I was walking on air
For tonight was the night of the dance
To the girls I would chat about this about that
In the hope of a one night romance

As I walked through the door  I surveyed all before
And saw, what words can’t express
She was there, she was fair, she was walking on air
As I ogled her little black dress

Then to my surprise, she fluttered her eyes
And I took this to be a good sign
If I played my cards right and she did not take flight
Maybe in an hour she’d be mine

We were getting on fine as I spun out my line
Thought, with drink or two I would ply
She went on about maths and explained all the graphs
As I mumbled dumb yeahs bye and bye

But I soon found the path to making her laugh
And she had, the sweetest of giggles
Which I did not mind cause my eyes they did find
She had the most wonderful jiggles

Took her hand with a tug, on the floor cut a rug
How her hips, she swayed so in time
As we rocked Mony Mony she proved was no phoney
Her moves, I thought were divine

How I longed to hold her, to kiss her pale shoulder
To have her if just for one night
To my will reduce her, to be her seducer 
And love her till cold mornings light

Could it be right it was love at first sight
That drew me to this little Miss
Cause I could not part from the strains in my heart
That were giving my senses such bliss

Then out of the dark, he came like a shark
His blonde hair, fluffy and bright
He moved with such grace, had a pretty face
His teeth, all gleaming and white

Was her that he blamed as the woman he claimed
And was clear, she was going to sack me
Was it me dancing, me Fred Astaire prancing ?
P--lease, don’t say it’s me acne

I stood on his shoe and the air it turned blue
With words here I cannot repeat
The bouncers he knew and out me they threw
With a bumperty bump down the street

Kicked out on my ass, I was walking on glass
And the road home was lonely and cold
There’d be no sweet nuffins or hedgerow stuffing’s
And no warm bosom to hold

So I’d walked half a mile, still found no smile
Realising I had lost my cred
I lit ‘nother smoke, swore at some bloke
When thoughts, they entered my head

Could justice be sweeter, if one day I meet her
Discover, to he who waits
That she had slumped him, finally dumped him
As he told her he was Master Bates

Be something she’s fond, something like James Bond
And I doubt I would see her to thank her
Come to think of it, he’s also a twit
That Bond, he’s just ’nother w****r 

Now hang on a tick and stop being a p***k
Don’t wallow in your own despair
You know she’s not thick and you’ll need a new trick
If this woman your going to snare

Now the cogs they did whirl how to capture this girl
For she was all over my mind
Of this sweet conundrum, the answer would come
Of that, I was sure I would find

As my key hit door I was happy once more
With words, I cannot express
I’d made a good start, into her heart
Now to get her, out of that dress

I was young, I was fair, I was walking on air
For next week was the night of the dance
To the girls I would chat about this about that
And who knows, might have ’nother chance.

As I walked through the door, it was her that I saw
And our eyes, they met with a knowing
Though she was unaware and I could not declare
The plan I was carefully sowing

Just as I’d contrived the bozo arrived
And he started to push me around
With a thump and a whack and an almighty crack
I found myself flat on the ground

Kicked out on my ass, I was sitting in glass
When a figure was stood by my side
It was my piece of skirt and she asked was I hurt
Oh, the joy, I hardly could hide

I swiped off the mud while she wiped off the blood
And decided to home I’d escort her
My plan had worked out and I now had no doubt
That I, had finally caught her

We cut through the park but there would be no lark
Not with, my new lady fair
And all the folk swore we defied Newton’s law
As sailed along, walking on air. 
                  
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY


Long poem by William J. Jr. Atfield | Details |

What I wanted What I got

What I wanted !- What I got !

I wanted so much from you Moneca, my Dear,
your heart, passion, soul, your love without fear.
I always knew- for me – it wasn’t in you to give,
to accept me, consider me - with this I have to live.
I also knew, that for you, I am just above nothing, 
nothing in the way of a man you’d be desiring
and in your heart, your soul – for me there is no fire 
no flames to ignite – except for my funeral pyre.

I know, that somehow, I will have to let you go.
How to do so ?, I have to tell you, I do not know 
for you are burned so deeply into this old heart.
To set free, get you out of me, I know not were to start.

You set fires, and lights flashing under me.
You opened my eyes once more, to let me see 
and grow – now it feels, you have set me free
and with me, no longer want to be.

I remember the very first time I took you to dance,
A spontaneous act I thought might lead to romance.
That moment, experience clearly stated “ not a chance ”.
From the first, many moments that could have been, lost 
for me, it has been of heartbreaking, horrendous cost.
For it has all come to not, nothing has come to fruition
as my beliefs, my desires – all lived without intuition.

I though I knew and had an understanding of you.
I wanted so much for my love to be, so you too
could get passed all that life, fate, karma never gave 
and to know Moneca, that with me to the grave,
 you will be special, all ways and always in my mind.
A lady like you – I am not likely to ever again find.

I live with all my failures and with your indifference.
I live with the regret that I was unable to fill all 
the empty spaces in your life with what you needed.
I am sorry that I had no frame or reference,
no mentor, no higher power upon which to call.
I am sorry that I had not seen, had not heeded
your messages, lived up to be the man you looked for
and truly sorry, I am now on the outside of your door.

I truly wish Moneca, that I had made you feel special,
that I would have been able to have brought you through 
and past all that has been the forces that closed you up.
I am truly sorry that you never would see in me
the capacity for being the man you wanted me to be. 

I can not extricate you from my thoughts, my mind.
It seems you have been in my heart for all of time, 
having permeated my life today and all my lives gone,
by the way, seems to be the lyrics of my melancholy song.
I was totally locked into you from the first time we met, 
the day your beauty’s graced these eyes and yet
five years slipped by, with but a few words, and now
I feel, my time has run out, my life’s clock has stopped
ticking, you have let it run down and I do not know how to rejuvenate, rewind, bring back time that was dropped.

I am sorry that I did not give to you, all that I wanted 
to share with you, all that this life of mine could offer.
I know Moneca, as long as I hang on to the memories,
the experiences I have enjoyed with you, my soul will die,
a little with the passing of each and every day,
until there is nothing left, as you and I fade away,
being nothing more then names in my books of history,
and the waning light, in the emptiness of that great night
that becomes loss, the eraser of this life and consciousness

You know Moneca, I will love you until end days,
be your friend, carry you within my heart always,
toughing my soul until we step from this plane
and onto others, and as pure light, us twain
shall travel as great waves, as sonic vibrations
through, to all unknown dimensions 
that surround us, you being a part of me.
This I tell you Monica, for it will be - for all eternity !
These scraps, these specks, these flakes of my thought, 
my feelings Moneca, are at an end, this is all I’ve got !
I apologize for anything written that may not 
represent all the facts or some truth. 
I realize that you may perceive me as uncouth. 
Know my Dear, that I will no longer bore or trouble you.

                      Love
                                     Bill,

 B. J. “A” 2
January 18th 2009


Long poem by William J. Jr. Atfield | Details |

Memories and Melaine My youngest Daughter In the meantime

Memories And Melanie .
My youngest  Daughter

Taking a stroll, this day, through the pages of time.
Time that has passed into history, a history that is yours and mine.
That history, my Dear, are the memories, and the thoughts of a time
when a little of you, your life, your excitement was mine
to live in, to delight in, to give to, to participate in, 
in that great adventure of a developing little Girl.
A little Girl, who needed so much more in her world,
much more than this poor excuse for a dad, gave.
Sadness to the grave, will I be, for all that I let slip by,
slip out of sight, never touched by the hands of this old man.
So much that never became a gleam in my eye.

Now, what never was, will never be !,
lost forever !, never to feel, never to see !
As I sit here, empty and alone, with me
and my memories, speaking in fleeting whispers,
in words, in word pictures that project
the history of my family, as I tried to protect,
with my life, as I see it before me, in ten thousand 
three hundred photo stories that lay upon two thousand,
seven hundred pages of words and pictures that explain,
project, enlighten and give life to the thoughts and pain,
of those memories, those experiences, these photos,
to anyone who will, one day, get to see, in painful sight,
that compares not, to the pain felt, as you took flight, 
a flight that is never to soar from this little soul, this beautiful Being,
this Girl Child of mine who’s name sings out in Melanie,
to tunes that I my never hear the sweet sounds of her melody.
Melanie, bound up, unable to be set free of the chains
that weigh her down, keep her from turning around, claims
her fragile soul, keeps it in a place, on a plane where her wings
are unable to spread, to soar, carry her spirit above experience and sings.

The songs I would love to hear before I go,
These sights I would love to see, a world to know
is that my Daughter’s wings spread to show
that my analysis, my understandings will flow
out of my thoughts and to believe that one day, it will be so !

In the meantime 
   
You slip in and out of my sight
like a wisp of wind, caught by the light,
like smoke waves, particles of dust floating by,
like ghosts in the sky brushing past the corner of my eye,
lightly touching my lips with a Daughterly, kiss 
– oh, how this, I will surly will miss –
then off again like a whirlwind, to escape,
- my heart, my soul, my spirit, this doth rape –
to the life of a teenage Girl, blown by the wind
 – for this Mr. Mom, it seems a sin –
to the four corners of this world, life’s experience, 
and I wonder what will be your dance ?, 
and if you will ever know the essence of true romance ? 
My expectations !, expeditions and adventures into
your thoughts, desires, dreams and in a direction you 
may guide yourself into a future I am unable to see, 
nor one in which you will confide in me.

I am truly sorry Melanie, that any of what might be 
good in me, I did not give, to make live within you 
all that is within you, that sometimes I do 
not see in my state of blindness. 
This, to you I must confess !!! 
These things, my Dear, I look for, hope will be,
- but cannot seem to see – may never set you free.

These, the thoughts of  You, even if the sight
is brief, the numbers few and far between 
– in your hasty retreat, flight
from any close encounter – 
brings a warm glow of light 
to the long, empty days I’ve seen 
and helps makes my life a little sounder, 
bringing to an otherwise gloomy life, rife 
with so much unnecessary, pointless strife, 
thoughts and feelings that carry me through my days 
and long, long nights of wonder, what will be your ways ?

Shine on my Beauty !!! 

Love Dad

B. J. “A ” 2 
November 6th 2001`


Long poem by Richard Lamoureux | Details |

A Man and the Moon Prose Version

Sebastian looked at the moon, the source of his inspiration. When the Moon appeared in its silvery glory, he was profoundly moved to write. Sadly he could only write during a full moon. This was a problem which perplexed him. He had waited many days for the full Moon to appear so that he could put his plan into action.

When Sebastian would write a poem during the full Moon his readers would be moved to tears. His prose had wooed many a young heart, his songs had been sung to princesses. Countless women had named their children in honor of him. His words were distilled romance with power beyond the comprehension of ordinary men. The problem however was that Sebastian was unable to meet the demand. Strong men would beg for but a few lines to capture their true loves heart. Without the Moon, when Sebastian would try to write it felt like his tongue was wrapped around his hand. Nothing flowed little made sense, he was like an inexperienced teen unfamiliar with the ways of love. How Sebastian longed for the Moon during those long nights.

So here he was with his enchanted pen in hand, at the end of the pen was a golden strand. Sebastian went out to capture the Moon. He swung the pen in large loops over his head releasing it with tremendous force. The pen hurtled towards its target the tip of the fountain pen struck the centre of the Moon sinking deep into its surface. Sebastian pulled with all his might each movement of his hand brought his prize closer and closer. As the moon came closer there was no evidence it was increasing in size. Once the moon was in hand it fit perfectly in his pocket. Sebastian felt gleeful as he carried the Moon into his home, everything was going according to his plan.

Once inside he removed the Moon from his pocket and bathed in it's other worldly light. As Sebastian dislodged his pen from the surface it began to drip with the Moon's tears. Magnificent lines beyond anything he had ever hoped. Songs, poems, prose, the mysteries of the ages flowing onto his pages day after day year after year. His home overflowed with his treasures, the realization of his poetic dreams.

Still he had no joy, no one knocked on his door. Lovers could not walk in the Moonlight, wolves couldn't bay at the Moon. Romance was no longer in the air. The night was a thing to be feared. Sailors could not find their ways home, if they did their lovers no longer waited for their return. Some refer to this as the Dark Ages. Art creativity had all but dissapeared. The Oceans stood still with no Moon to guide the tides. Meanwhile Sebastian continued to write.

The Moon asked to see the Ocean so Sebastian took it for a walk. As they walked along a lonely secluded beach the Moon began to increase in size. The Moon summoned the Ocean to it's rescue. A huge wave came up on shore plucking the moon from Sebastian's hand. As the Moon was floating out to Sea Sebastian swam out to reclaim his treasure. Sebastian jumped on the Moon as a gigantic hand like wave tossed the Moon back into space. As the moon traveled back to its home it became larger and larger brightening the nights sky. Lovers came out to kiss captivated by the silvery glow.  If they look close they can see a man with a fountain pen held in his hand. Wolves cry for him as they bay at the moon.

On the Moon Sebastian sits all alone with his fountain pen in hand, he fills the pen with his tears. He longs to write the words trapped in his heart yet there is not a page in site. Even if there was there is no one to read his words or to sing his songs. The Moon was once his Muse and then his greatest prize. Now it is his prison for the rest of time.


Long poem by Therese Bacha | Details |

Our Endured Love

                                ~Our Endured Love ~
                      
Today and yesterday I am who I am not asking myself during 
my life lived with you,how many times have I lost my energy 
morally and physically, my answer everyday every minute every 
second Why? 
That was the only way to search for solutions, discover a road 
that would prevent us from getting lost again, I ask to allow 
your soul remain generous protect me and my heart, walk together 
face the sunshine, and seal our lips,
with a kiss. 
             
Give me the whole of you, allow my body never to sleep, awaken 
my instinct, allow the nights remain young, before our time is 
over, I cant loose you,  I prefer to burn alive, your power saves 
me, your eyes when inflame they light our candle, and puts off its 
flame with your tears, because I love you, 

I am willing to vanish, leave my dead body as a gift to be free 
from that pain, stare into my eyes, find me attractive, don't 
break my heart, my life feels ignored when years ago it was 
your treasure. 

Today I do not know who I am without you, feelings abandoned 
me, I prefer to live with my pain, my soul wouldn't want life without 
love in it, which belonged long,
before to you.

We looked at our teary eyes for hours, we needed not to talk, just
hold each other for years to come, as we both cannot live without 
one another, that is the power,
of our love.
                              
He took me outside held my face into his strong hands, turned towards 
the sun, and kissed my boiling lips. We both melted into each others 
arms, kissing under the sunshine, I was marked by a strong reaction 
towards romance.
Pulling from his pocket a letter gave it to me still holding me tight 
he said,this is my answer to you, please read it.

To My Woman:
You have been very patient because you know how much I love you. 
But in the past year I was living in the darkness within me unable to 
forgive myself of feeling lonely,even if we were together,I was hiding 
under my hood blaming myself of not working hard enough to support 
you mentally,I felt I was not good enough for you as a husband,today 
I promise you to bond our relationship with hardly no obstacles.

Our humor will be included,communicating,understanding,giving,loving 
all those together will allow our solid marriage to evolve no matter what 
were and what is and what will become. The circumstances of such a 
future nothing will be allowed to shake it anymore I promise you that.

When I am with you,we will feel we will heal to seal our love we sleep 
we dream we wake up we kiss we hug the bed is warm to sleep our 
bodies heat cannot resist to shelter our hands from that heat when 
burning lips utter whispers on fire our bodies under the sheets has 
too much love. Oh come my love let us share our love like never 
before your bodies smell awakens all my existence when 
I am with you.

I ran to the bedroom undressed to put on a beautiful sheer night gown 
to show him who I am in body and soul both so young our bodies were 
crying out begging each other to embrace to share the compassion 
through love making yearning for his lips his touch his eyes his voice whispering how much he loves me I was feeling a woman climbing 
higher than expected if this is love I am a woman in love.

We lived till old age and never 
did we not kiss under the sunshine.

Therese Bacha     
5/8/13
                                                                               
                         


Long poem by Bernard Colasurdo | Details |

The Lovers Dance

It was their night they shone bright as they danced their sweet dance
Two lovers embraced in their world of romance.

They laughed and they cried as their eyes locked in stare
It was their world for this moment as if no one was there.

And their steps they so flawlessly glided in tune,
To a melody that touched everyone in that room.

Their passion brought envy to onlookers there,
Who secretly questioned their own love affair.

But as the night closed and came to an end
The lovers were blind to what lie round the bend.

The house and the cars and the jobs that went bad
The kids drove them crazy and their savings were drab.

So they fought to hold on to the things in their life,
That caused them so much of their pain and their strife.

They fought with each other like enemies do,
And dismissed in their life everything that was true.

So when sickness and hardships and troubles occurred,
Their vows to commit seemed truly absurd.

Their home and their kids would now take a backseat,
For their moral obligation they chose not to meet.


So I Ask …
What happened to that dance they danced so well?
With passion and truth everyone could tell.

What happened to their dance where they held so tight?
What happened to the wonder of their glorious night?

What happened to the words that charmed their ears?
With a passionate rhythm that brought them to tears.

What happened to those vows that poured from their heart?
The “I love you forever and till death do us part”.

For these aren’t just words we borrow for the day,
From another who tells us this is what we must say.

We say them cause it’s what we feel true in our heart,
It’s a God given blessing we commit from the start.

But these words are now lost as they fall on deaf ears,
Since the pain and the struggles they’ve created these years.

So the lesson here learned dear people of odd,
Is that love is so fragile but made strong with our God.

So stop fighting for power and money or need,
For all of this nonsense is only our greed.

Keep God in your life and he’ll walk you through,
When heartache and pain and losses ensue.

For why commit vows in the eyes of our God,
And not call on him when life gets too hard?

For the truth of our vows we are all meant to see,
is that marriage is not, made of two, but of three

If reading these words ring some truth in your heart,
Decide that today you will make a new start.

Go hug your spouse and say something kind
Don’t let the small stuff cloud up your mind.

We’re all just lost souls who are trying to cope
If  not there for each other then where is the hope?

You see, the anger, the fight
that in us abide, Is only the insecure child inside.

So rise up above all this fear and this pain,
And see all the beauty that there is to gain.

By trusting in God and his will for you
Together forever he’ll see you both through.

For life is too short for our miserly ways
cheap on our love hence dreading our days.

He made us to love in all that we do
To wake up each morning and start us a new.

So pray for your spouse, ask God to be kind
To the person you prayed in the beginning to find.

They’re still the same person you loved from the start
But life and it’s troubles have hardened their heart.

You vowed that you’d love them in sickness and health
Now is your chance to show God what you felt.

So rise up my friend, don’t say that you’re through
For what if your loving God gave up on you?


Long poem by Ray Dillard | Details |

Classic Vinyl Love Poem

The radio plays their song
And two hearts beat as one
To the rhythm of a tune they call their own.
The gold and platinum vinyl spins
Creating the sound where love begins.
If only for the moment, they have won.

“Something” that George found
In the way she moves and smiles
Made him ‘believe and how’.

Millions search forever and still 
“Want To Know What Love Is”.
It took Chicago 17 tries to find “Inspiration”.

Some go to great lengths to proclaim love.
Joe showed he could “Stand A Little Rain”
For the chance to say, ”You Are So Beautiful”.

The Eagles knew that love was strong
And, if and when “Love Froze Over”,
They knew “Love Will Keep Us Alive”!

Eric used his ‘Slow Hand’ to tell Patti
She was “Wonderful Tonight”, and
Plugged back in to cry his heart to “Layla”
While Mick searched for “Satisfaction”
Knowing “You Can’t Always Get What You Want”.

Classics hold a “Whole Lotta Love”
For listeners with open hearts,
And those unafraid to take a chance
To help a “Foxy Lady” find romance,
“With Or Without Love”.

But, I must admit “You Really Got Me”
With “Every Breath You Take”!
You knew that someone “Was Waiting For You”,
And if you become “As Cold As Ice”—
“I Don’t Care Any More”—
‘I just don’t care any more’.

“Angie” and “Maggie” both had lovers
Who had to say good bye. But it
Wasn’t because their lovers didn’t try.

Rhythm and lyrics speak to the spirit
Of “Suzie Q” as freely as the rider of the song,
With an open invitation to ride along.

‘Lace and Whiskey’ gave Alice “You and Me”
And left the rocker moving Muppets hearts.
I hear a whisper from the Beatles, “Let it Be”.


Duane stayed long enough to “Eat a Peach”
But couldn’t stay without “Melissa”.
So, Skynyrd helped his spirit float away.
“Freebird” made the guitars cry
And the crossroads let him go, they say.

The Stones turned down the volume
When we heard Mick Jagger say,
“Wild Horses” ‘couldn’t drag me away’.
How sweet does that Keith Richards play?

Ann Wilson loved her “Magic Man”
And told her mother of his ‘magic hands’.
And through it all she cried for Ann.

Sometimes it’s love at first sight
And couples dance away the night
As the Beatles, when “I Saw Her Standing There”.
And they never needed any “Help”, now let’s be fair.

Some found what they looked for using “Radar Love”
While the Guess Who ran from their “American Woman”.
Could Lady Liberty understand the hatred?
Still, she welcomes all who come.

Some lovers open “Lying Eyes” 
And can’t find love the way they try.

But Mercury was electric and stadiums loved his voice
With operatic vocals he pranced across the stage 
In his Superman wife beater and stovepipe whites.
He begged for “Somebody to Love”,
While Mary waited at home.
Still the singer danced the stage. 
And, like us all, was afraid to be alone.
For him, she was, the “Love of My Life’.

So, when you’re feeling lonely
And think your love is final,
Dig through your collection
And spin some classic vinyl.

(Queen)
And “bring it back, bring it back.
Bring back the love of my life”.

(Stones)
“And if you try sometimes
You just might find
You get what you need”.


Long poem by elizabeth lepapa | Details |

ENEMY OF LOVE

It seems just like yesterday not even gravity would take me off the earth
But when you took me into your arms, you changed it all

Scenes keep locks on the sound of love
I feed on riddles of words
Silence have something to say
Seeking through the shapes and forms of remedy
And clogging at this love tragedy
You crawl and swim in my mind, arranges and rearranges my own beliefs
I stare at my mirror
Its easier when you ride on fantasies
Its harder when voices, kisses, embraces, thoughts tears you apart
But its enough when love leaves you widely open and exposed

It was just yeaterday you took a king's seat in my heart

I'm searching through the scenes in my mind
Seeking through forms and shapes in the tragedies and remedies on my mind
I'm feeding on proverbs and quotes from love best known norms
And silence have something to say
Shadows starts to dance in my heart
Pooping champagnes, ballets and twists
It breaks my heart so bad
But there's a hidden story of candles that occured
These celebrations peeping a spark out of dark is not normal
Nights are jellied and lured direct from heaven above
But its yesteday when we started writing this love
What is romance?
Silence have something to say

You stood for love
I listened to my angry emotions that pounded in love styles
Loved the games disguised in bright meeky hues
Now am paying to the enemy of love

You fished my desires and swang who I am
You patrolled my needs so you could have your way, all your way
You kissed me hard leavening me with orange linen on my lips
Tinted shades flow endlessly up down my strings
Darkness glows as I lie next to you
And doubts creeps in my soul as you try to baby your mistakes
I go insane
Am standing in the mouth of pressure, balancing on the edges of trust
The take-a-ways, oh the millions mistakes,
I try to peel away from the chemistry of our love
But silence have something to say

Pain and anger dazzles at my face
You talking tall again, all higher power again
Cycles of steamy pain burns my soul
Its high time I killed the enemy

But suddenly you kiss the stars straight from heaven and blow them right to my heart again
I dream as I rub myself with life or death intuations
And love burn and rave at my slogans
This is a journey that never ends
The voices at my head returns you to me
You're the enemy I can't live without
Without you am a crazy disaster thats better with death
Cus the high insanity of this love is out of this place
And so I rip my heart and give it to you, its better you'll keep it away from your harm
And am not ready to let love die a not so a natural death
Cause you're my e enemy , you're my source
And all these mistakes, errors, betrays, open wounds please wrap them up
Put in this dark coffin and burry deep in the clay of your memories till they wear and wither out
Tarnish the enemy for a better us
And the idle pain will have nothing but to run
Babe love is a change agent, it clears pain and gives out warmth
So hold me tight as we get armed up against this enemy of love

21/12/2013 liz leppy


Long poem by Elaine George | Details |

The Fallen Prince

I saw a fair young maiden, abandoned in her bed,
Tearful for the one she loved ,the one she chose to wed.

Who in a weakened moment tread, out to the mountain ledge,
Enticed by the knight in black, who brought him to the edge.

Come fly with me, the black knight said, " to a land of pure euphoria,
And let me show you wondrous things, that I can lay before you.

No more pain and no more strife, just endless days and endless nights
of wine and song and dance.

Come my prince ,come  fly with me ,why not take a chance,
Forget your wife, come live your life ,it's time for new romance.

A tiny pill, is all it takes, a sniff of fine white powder,
Will keep you high, so you can fly up to the magic tower".

So ,the prince he ate the tiny pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
And soon he was addicted, to the magic of their powers.

Away he flew ,up to the moon, beyond the Milky Way,
Where stars came out and winked at him and beckoned him to play.

Everyday he ate the pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
But everyday...he needed more as they slowly lost their power,

And now he couldn't fly as high and that was terrible thing,
for there were more a more feathers missing from his wings.

Then one day ,while he flying, reaching for his dreams,
He felt the power leaving him ,and he began to scream.

Down and down and down he fell, crashing to the ground;;
Lost dreams and broken promises, lying all around.

And like a wounded bird with broken wings, that cease to flutter,
The truth rained down upon his head ,as he floundered in the gutter

Oh what a crazy fool he'd been, blinded by the knight,
Could he ever win her back ,and make the wrongs all right?

He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.

Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.

Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.

When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.

Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.

Such happiness. he had never known. it lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.

Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.

"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.

Lead not thee to temptation son .for if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".

Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?


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