Charmaine Chircop Poet Lyric

The Ying and Yang Within My Heart

Here I am without a moonshine
in a room painted in black and white

Cursed and  Blessed
Abandoned    Caressed
I smile ...        I cry...

With two halves of my brain interwined.

Hush -Hush      I Silence the voice
Hush -Hush     I do not have a choice

Do not  sing a song    or  Do play along

Hush-Hush      Hush-Hush.


The yang within me still swirling with passion
The ying shadows my heart

Be gentle   Be strong
Be right     Be wrong
Depart or Belong.

Cursed and Blessed
Abanoned   Caressed
I smile...       I cry...

Rain is falling in his front porch
Clouds have covered my sky

Sunset thoughts have drifted with stream flow

Dreams have shifted into sleepless nights.

But Suddenly      Was it meant to be?

Outside my window paper -lanterns rise -up high

All emotions are turning in cartwheels
As time keep passing by.

So very soon    a new dawn will follow
All alone I face it's light

I feel its warmth      Its rainbow colours

Once again      a fairy spell
will make our lives shine bright.


The ying within me still swirling with passion
The yang shadows my heart

Be gentle   Be strong
Be right      Be wrong
Depart or Belong
Silence my voice
or sing  me  a song 

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Street Poet January 5, 2017 at 9:06 AM nice punch dear

Casarah Nance January 4, 2017 at 6:49 PM Great write with perfect presentation, I could feel the swing song sway of your words. well done ;)

Chris Green January 4, 2017 at 4:07 PM Oh my Charmaine, this was beyond amazing. You have bled on this screen, deep thoughts and endless yearnings. I can tell you when I read this line, "Outside my window paper -lanterns rise -up high" my heart melted. There is something so romantic about paper lanterns to me, soft and colorful and swaying in the evening breeze. I am so sorry you are off your feet recuperating but if that means more beautiful poetry liked this, well...I still want you to get better, just keep writing...please.

Tim Smith January 4, 2017 at 2:46 PM Sing your song. You are never alone even when it seems that way. Soon you will be out dancing again...love the internal battle between your lines...lovely

Eve Roper January 4, 2017 at 2:30 PM Enjoyed reading, Charmaine, hope you had and will have a nice year... Hugs Eve