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Details | Lyric |

The End

The End

Seeing through these cold dead eyes now,
This world looks much different.

The scars of one’s life entire,
Appear now for all to see.

What once meant everything,
Really means nothing now.

I still see and sense things mortal,
But the earthly world can’t hear my words. 

Lying on an ice-cold white slab this darkest night,
I see the pale yellow moon’s sad face in the sky.

With visions of people who’ve crossed over before,
I wonder when Charon shall finally appear?

Shall it be him who appears on this new horizon?
Or shall it be someone or something else?

The everyday mortal world moves on as before:
Regardless of one’s wealth, poverty, fame, shame, infamy.

I guess now all the ancient mysteries of the universe,
Shall become obvious and answered in kind.

I wonder what shall be said to me and the reception?
Thumbs up or thumbs down—I guess I shall find out.

The pale yellow moon now appears brighter . . . 
As if a special message cometh soon from a winged angel.

Hope this helps to answer my lingering questions . . .
As the dark void from the mortal world grows greater now.

I feel a gentle tug pulling me upward now from Earth’s grasp,
Into the majestic arms of infinity and into God’s eternal light!        

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 12, 2016 (Lyric)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016


Details | Ballad |

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…….


Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....

Copyright © EMMANUEL SAMSON | Year Posted 2007


Details | Lyric |

A Butterfly Inside

I feel a butterfly inside;
its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
the barred' cage is flung aside
and airy wings lift toward the skies.

I have felt this graceful creature 
flutter faintly deep inside;
then, at times, so ardently,
I think no way will it abide!
It will be loosed! Its wish to fly
will push the bars of flesh aside.
Determined is this butterfly 
to show its colors multiplied
and wing its way through azure skies.

The time is drawing near, I'm sure;
the throbbing swells within my heart.
The cumbrous cocoon, filled with life,
is bursting now, falling apart.
The butterfly is breaking free;
no more its wings will tightly furl,
but lightly spread upon the breeze 
their filmy webs, gilded and pearled...
and, then, my soul will leave this world.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Lift the Knife

See the darkness that surrounds us
You are safe from all your crimes
Lift your knife
Oh and take your sweet little time my sweet

     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows, are we free?
     Dance around my dead ghosted white body
     Life was no better to me you see

See the knife, as I look into your eyes
All I see is dead dead skies
I try to speak of broken promises
You slit my throat, for once you tried

     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows, are we free?
     Dance around my dead ghosted white body
     Life was no better to me you see

Raindrops of death pour over me
Your blank stare, my blanket of eternity
My blood flows into your hate
I now am bloodless; we are of but one single fate

     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows, are we free?
     Dance around my dead ghosted white body
     Life was no better to me you see

See the happiness you never found?
You lost it like the my blood lost in the killing grounds
You thought you could slay my lovesick heart 
I laughed and laughed as you lifted the knife so sharp

     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows, are we free?
     Dance around my dead ghosted white body
     Life was no better to me you see

My heart was lost long ago
When you stopping loving and bringing the rose
From then on my heart you see was froze
Exiled to your bondage, I stared at the knife

And accepted my fate

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

The Unknown

The Unknown

While standing on a razor-edge end of my mortal time,
I’m not sure of what lies beyond and what I shall find.

Death’s dead, cold eyes stare me down now, as I wait;
My spirit sweats and shakes, as my blood turns frigid.

His skeleton face is scary, horrid, pallid, and macabre.
His apparition floats freely full of fear this frozen night.

A little girl long dead steps toward me from this oblivion,
Her face sad, streaming tears as she hands me a wilted rose.

This strange netherworld has that dull, cold pallor of death, 
Just like the smell, sensation, and sadness of a charnel house.

The moon on this eve is one blood red, insidious in intent;
Fixed high in the cold night sky it gives one no hope at all.

The little girl long dead returns and holds my left hand gently: 
She says, “It’s not yet your time . . . this is still only a dream.”
She adds, “The River Styx lies ahead—cold, dark, and deep.”
She says, “There is yet time to change your life for the better.”

As I started to awaken from this intense and revealing dream,
I could hear a faint voice whispering deep inside my psyche.
It told me now a certain message that I shall never ever forget.

Follow your heart and conscience, find the goodness in your life.
Listen to God and what the better angels of your nature tell you.

This shall keep you on that path of the devout in the eyes of God.
The image of God is reflected in Man himself as he seeks to fulfill
Always His Divine Destiny!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 1, 2016 (Lyric)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead

If Death should call, let me go free;
it is only Heaven beckons me.
If I should step beyond the veil
of sight and sound and voice, all is well;
I shall be glad to place my head
beneath the sod with other dead.
My spirit will not linger there
but float on myriad colored air
and dip its wings over twinkling stars
and ride the moon's bright, silver car.
At last my yearning soul will know,
forever ceased its worldly woe.
If Death comes, do not robe in black
as if you want my spirit back;
I would not want your soul to grieve
nor stand here desolate, bereaved.
I shall be glad at last to go;
rejoice with me who wished it so.
It is not a morbid, ghastly thought
but one in Grace and Glory wrought.
For just beyond life's ebbing sea,
beyond earth's pain and agony,
I dimly see the other shore
where I shall live forevermore.
Death shall but serve to chauffeur me
from galaxy to Galaxy.
His fingers do not clutch and tear
the soul from one who does not fear;
that soul is borne up in his arms
in ecstasy, without alarms.
Death will not be my dreaded fate:
He is Heaven's opening gate.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

If I die young

If I die young would you buried me in place filled with flowers ?
If I die young would you stay by my side, holding me tight for hours ?
If I die young would you kiss my lips  before I fly away ?
And please don't cry cause everything will be okay...
I know that you hate to hear from me these wordsBut time can be deceiving and stab me with his sword
Believe me I don't wanna let you a lone
But I'll make sure you'll have someone by your side in case I've gone
I was a writer , I was a singer you were my lyrics you were my song
I didn't have home, you were my home we are belong
So if I die young would you buried me in place filled with flowers? 
If I die young would you stay by my side, holding me tight for hours?
 If I die young would you kiss my lips before I fly away ?
And please don't cry cause everything will be okay...
Sometimes I feel your hands getting around my waist
Kiss me one more time and I'll show you , I haven't forgot the taste
Your a true love that I once had
And saying goodbye to it , is what's making me bad
I don't need a therapy , I don't need a cure
When I had you , I had every thing and more
So if I die young would you buried me in place filled with flowers?
 If I die young would you stay by my side, holding me tight for hours? 
If I die young would you kiss my lips before I fly away?
 And hunny don't worry cause everything will be okay....


I wrote this poem after I heard (if I die young song) I liked it so much but I couldn't memorize it so I've decided to make my own version, hope you like it.

Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

It's a story never told

It's a story never told

Yes, the mem'ry fades, of what happened next
when the bottles empty
It's a scary thing, when the mem'ry comes
it's a story never told

Life was easy then, not a care was found
when the bottles empty
She was beautiful, they were all alone
it's a story never told

It was paradise, how it felt that night
but the bottles empty
It was dark outside, as the snow came down
it's a story never told

Chorus

He never saw the curve in the road
he never saw all the lights glaring
if only he could remember
it's a story never told
it's a story never told


So much time has gone, since that tragic day
the bottle still lies empty
he hasn't touched a drop, but it can't help now
there's a young girl, 
who won't 
grow 
old
there's a young girl 
who won't 
grow 
old

chorus repeat twice
fade


John Derek Hamilton
September,20,2016




Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Death Comes

Death Comes

All arguments and denials were fruitless;
The deceased fell prey to the Master Thief.

The “One” whose icy-cold touch is . . .
Just Too Cold to Resist! . . . They Say!

No worries though . . . They Say:
“He looks so life-like!”
“He looks like he’s sleeping!”
“They do wonders with embalming fluid, don’t they!”
“Who wants to live forever anyway?”

The deceased’s body epitomizes all four.
I’m sure the deceased appreciated them all . . .
As if the dead could talk and nod in agreement.

Alas! The body’s texture is . . . Cold-Rock-Hard.
No surprises here! 

The thoughts of what might’ve been,
Are now . . . 
What could’ve been and what should’ve been!

“I guess we’ll never really know.” . . . They Say.
“I wonder what he would say?” . . . They Say.
“But the dead don’t talk.” . . . I Say. 

That icy-cold touch of the Master Thief . . . 
It was just too cold to resist!

The sweet ‘n stale odors now so deep in the air,
Overwhelm everyone packed in the funeral parlor.

The loved ones, friends, and visitors all walk
Outside into the very frigidly-cold night air.

An anxious pale-yellow full moon awaits us all . . . 
It looms now larger-than-life across the cold-night sky.
It looks down at all of us . . . so sad and so forlorn.

All of us seemed to be momentarily spellbound by this
Mournful visage of the full moon on this very sad night.

Perhaps, this was an omen of some sort—I thought.

But what to do?
A life is over . . . A person is dead.

I walked away from the others in our group before 
Preparing to leave.

I needed take some time, some moments, to collect my 
Thoughts and memories of my dear deceased friend who
Was lying now all alone only steps away inside of the
Confines of dimly-lit chamber of the mortuary nearby.

As I slowly walked away, very deep in thought, it was only
A few minutes later, and then I suddenly stopped . . .  

When, I started to hear the faint echo of a deep-raspy voice
Sounding out some very strange words in the cold-night air.

These faint words had a definite imperative resonance,
Sounding almost like inexplicable, ethereous vibrations.
 
“You know the Myth, they say, is true my sad friend.”
“Yes, my icy-cold touch is just too cold to resist!”
“But don’t worry though . . . you won’t feel a thing!”

The faint echo of this deep-raspy voice sounded once more . . .
“No worries though . . . it’s not yet your time!”

The very last sound I heard before quickly leaving the area was 
An eerie rattle of frozen-ice droplets colliding intensely in the air,
Whilst making a high-pitched crystalline-like type of sound.
All very spooky for sure, I thought . . .  

These frozen-ice droplets reflected the macabre image of a faint 
Blackish-grey frozen hand, arrayed with jaggedly-long fingernails!

I then, momentarily gasped and paused—then gasped again,
Whilst transfixed in a moment of true fear and mesmerization!

It was like my mind, my very being was in a catatonic state,
A mental stupor of sorts . . . and then, I snapped out of it!
 
Yes, ah . . . I thought, ah . . . Oh No! . . . Oh God! . . . It’s Him!
It’s Death Himself!

He’s the “One” whose icy-cold touch is . . . Just Too Cold to Resist!

Death Comes!
May God Help Us All!

Requiescat In Pace.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 3, 2017 (Lyric)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

See You

You were so tired
You couldn’t wait to go lay down
Mom was standing in the kitchen
I was outside locking things up
As you went through the back door
You hollered, See you soon

Moments later the air began to fill with Dread 
Getting thicker with each second of Mom's screams
By the time I got to your side
You laid unmoving, straight as board in your bed
I could hardly bear.. Seeing you that way

As your Grandson dialed 911
My vision blurred and the world disappeared 
All I could see and hear were you
Twenty three Chest compression's, Six breaths later
You opened your eyes and looked into mine
I could hardly bear.. Seeing you so helpless
 
As I held you in my arms
Mom and others began to Pray
I felt each word spoken go through me to you
Flowing through your nephew's Hand that laid upon my shoulder
I couldn’t help but to hold my breath 
And wrap myself around you even tighter than before
I could hardly bear... Seeing you struggle

No one had to tell us how bad you were 
To life-flight you to St. Jose’s was the only chance you had
I tried to climbed in with you, but they wouldn’t let me
I knew how terrified of heights you were
As they closed those doors I hollered... See you there
See you there Daddy, I’ll see you there
 
There were lines and tubes and doctors everywhere
I stayed up for day’s right beside you in a chair
Mom sat across from me and held your hand
The others were circled around us in your room
We could hardly bear... Seeing you that way Daddy

Alyssa sang "Jesus Loves Me" for you in your little Church
There must have been over a mile of cars parked 
Family and Friends coming to say Goodbye

You'd think after almost 3 years it wouldn't make me cry
It’s almost like you must’ve known 
The night you spoke those words to me
That you’d be heading up to Heaven soon
Not to take a nap
When you closed that door and hollered... See you soon

We'll meet again at those Pearly Gates, Daddy
You have our word.. 
We'll see you there.. We'll see you there







Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

The Funeral

Black Squirrels.....
Leave no shadow
Heads bowed in solemn faith
Cars weaving between stations of the
Cross; and old spanish tiled crypts
A glimpse, then another the casket lowered
The air, acrid with stinging ash of burnt metal; flesh
Fused with memories lost                           
                                      



© All Rights Reserved
09/25/13

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Truth

Men say there are no absolute truths...

The Truth
Man can govern himself. He just doesn’t have the ability to do this successfully.

The Truth
There is one God. He has a name. He has a son. Their names are different.

The Truth
When you die, you are dead - not ghosts. It is that simple. That’s it, for now…

The Truth
Even though humans die, we were never meant to. We were designed for a time 
without end.

The Truth
The most circulated book in the history of Man must be more than a “book.”

The Truth
Happiness can be attained, even in a completely miserable place.

The Truth
There is no such place as a fiery Hell of torment, except in pagan mythology.

The Truth
There is a Heaven. However, its purpose is not what you think.

The Truth
The meek shall inherit the Earth.

The Truth...
...is not that far from you.

Copyright © Mark Pringle | Year Posted 2005

Details | Lyric |

WE ALL DIE

My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane

My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone

Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes 
living in a worthless life 
All these times 

The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight

I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will

Copyright © anbes rawal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

       BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING (With apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose woods these are, mox nix to me,
both dead and buried, she must be,
to bother me, not one more time,
but sleep forever; endlessly.

Though thought of still, as perfect crime,
(it made my life a downhill climb,)
tis none the less, I must admit,
the joy of me, all of the time.

And smile I must, with thought of it,
the slicing of her throat a bit,
and struggling, oh! how she tried!
whilst I enjoyed her dying fit.

Her eyes now crossed, as if she spied,
her life and death on either side,
and so I gouged them both in fun,
for every time she ever lied!

She begged for mercy--there was none!
Her legs were dead, she couldn't run,
and with her throat cut, couldn't cry,
nor could I, whilst I had such fun!

Her pleas are still my lullaby,
I've lots of time to wonder why,
and years to go before I die.
and years to go before I die.
       by  © ron arbuthnot

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Polly

A nobody 
Scared by the sound of his own voice
Following the girl home from school
In his mind this is normal
Stalking girls
He grabs her jacket
Pulling her backwards unto the ground
Placing a cloth around her nose and mouth
Gagging her until she sleeps for a while
He drags her through the woods
Branches hitting her every which way he turns
Dragging her along until he reaches the cabin
Picking her up over his shoulders opening the door to the cellar
Locking the door behind him he walks down the stairs slowly
He places her on a chair and ties her wrist to the handles
Tying her feet to the legs of the chair
Tightening the rope around her neck to the back of the chair
He undresses her waiting for her to wake up
Several hours pass 
She wakes up
Sweating and screaming
Crying and yelling at him
He places duct tape around her mouth
Placing a knife against her stomach
She groans and yelps
He takes the knife away and looks at her
Grabbing her face and telling her shes beautiful
He turns around and stands with his back towards her
As he starts to say
But its the beautiful people that need fixing
He takes the tape off her face and holds her chin tightly
He carves a smile on her face
Cutting her mouth from ear to ear
Telling her
Smile dear it makes you adorable
He grins and sits the knife down
Laughing as she bleeds
She tries to move her mouth
It just drops open
He looks at her smiling
Now that makes you truly beautiful
He leaves her there for a while
Later returning
Placing a needle with a string attached to it
Sticking it into the skin around her mouth that is hanging open
He stitches her back together
Cant make up his mind
He slaps her and leaves her there for another few days
She sits with her eyes peeled wide open
A tear falling as she tries wiggling her hand free from the rope
As she frees her hand she runs her fingers over her stitches
Only to find out her whole mouth has been stitched together
She cant speak
She can only mumble
She frees the rest of  her limbs
Trying to stand up and walk but she's to weak and falls
He runs down the stairs
Yelling at her to get up
She doesn't move
He kicks her in the stomach
She doesn't budge
He picks her up and uses her as a puppet 
For his own needs
He then buries her beside his other victims
Only to find out shes still alive
Her hand slips through the dirty old mud

5-28-2013

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |

Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Final thought

          I hear the thunder of the foot soldiers
          and smell the reek of their expedition

          I feel the cold of the steel they clamp 
                           to mine wrist
         and the rough of the hemp about mine 
                                 throat

         I hear the last word of the commander
            and the plank beneath mine boots 

                         it's instant crack

          I sense the sudden slow gust of wind
                 rise up mine chin and face
                     as mine last journey

                                is down 

Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

My Final Wish Before I Go

What I’m feeling is difficult to put into words
It really is very hard to share the pain 
I feel in my sad and heavy heart.
I never dreamed when we married that
when it said “until death do us part”
We’d be divided so soon as husband and wife.
I always thought that there was no doubt
that we would grow old together in life.
 
There is a saying that says "nothing lasts forever".
It seems this includes marriage as well
Especially when you're hit with  an obstacle in life
that knocks you when you're not looking on your face.
I couldn't  see this coming it took me quite by surprise
I'd contracted something the Doctors couldn't mend
Soon I'd be leaving the man I loved more than life itself
My husband and soul mate, more importantly my friend.
 
My final wish for you is to find true peace in your heart
When I'm gone remember our happy times together
Let your heart be open for any new love that comes along
If it does grab it with both hands; don't let it slip away
I want you to find a new love with whom to spend your life
Then, if it's meant to be you'll know and have my blessing also
Very soon I hope and pray that you could be asking her some day
Would she do you the honor of of becoming your loving wife.


 

Copyright © Pam Woolford | Year Posted 2012

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Ragdoll

Heartbeat slows,
Limbs grow cold,
Memory recalling constant turmoil. 

Memories recanted,
Moments fade to blackness.
This is it. 
Time to release these demons. 

Red lines decorate your paper skin, 
No one knows the secrets within.
You’re so delicate. 
Fragile design, 
Hypocrites delight. 

Stitch up your seams, 
Don’t let them see you bleed. 
Wretched and torn, 
You’re hollow. 

Maybe when you’re gone, 
They’ll understand. 
Hindsight is always clear when measuring the aftermath. 

They didn't know you anyway, 
You know they never cared. 
Released from your endless despair.

Copyright © Angel Olmstead | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Touch Cindy

On Friday nights a melting pot,
descends upon the pub,
truck drivers, cockies, factory hands,
and workers from the scrub,
to mingle in the many shouts,
that see their glasses fill,
who leave before they’re entertained,
by workers from the mill.

The timber boys with blackened hands,
and sawdust through their hair,
throw their cheques upon the bar,
then drink without a care,
not one of them was impolite,
the opposite in fact,
but beer became their nemesis,
and quick they would react.

So, many leave the pub at night,
with blood upon their face,
while they who nurse a swollen hand,
rest at the coppers place,
‘mine host’ is left with his regrets,
knows what he’d like to do,
he’d like to ban the lot of them,
but they spend money too.

As one drifts on another comes,
to pull out from the saw,
the circuit is a common one,
for those who work and war,
this Friday night’s a first time here,
for one who’s name is Bob,
he’d like to celebrate with us,
his first week on the job.

“Whose is the dog outside?” was heard,
Bob quickly turned his head,
“It’s mine, the only friend I’ve got,
touch Cindy and you’re dead”,
there came no argument at all,
for the night was early yet,
but I thought it best I get on home,
before the ‘hour of regret’. 

Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
touch Cindy and you’re dead.
Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
keeps running through my head.

It was dark and after midnight,
when I heard the siren wail,
‘Hello,’ I thought, ‘It’s on again,
who’s ‘gunna’ need some bail’,
but then a sense of distance came,
they stopped out near the hill,
not the expectation of the pub,
more likely at the mill.

I saw a glow behind the blinds,
of course there was a fire,
then more sirens stirred the air,
there must be something dire,
I’m out of bed; back in my clothes,
and driving to the mill,
there’s lights of blue and lights of red,
plus further sirens still.

A pile of ash in smoke and steam,
is all that’s left to see,
with haggard faces looking on,
one cried hysterically,
she’s a witness to the scene,
when the caravan caught fire,
‘twas then I heard that it was Bob,
who perished in that pyre.

“He was safe,” she’s screaming out,
“Then frantically he cried,
as he rushed back into the van,
‘my mates back there inside!’
with his hand clasped to the collar...
I remember what Bob said,
when he warned us at the pub,
‘Touch Cindy and you’re dead’.

Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
keeps running through my head.

Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015

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Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye


Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
ones
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee


Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010

Details | Elegaic Lyric |

Death - Not My Child

A kaleidoscope’s blossoms
Are not as awesome
As my child at every turn;
Watching his silences – I burn,
Watching his movements – I yearn.
I learn love’s wonderment
Watching him discern.
Gentle, imaginative boy
Loves me content
With innocence and joy.

I shout for time to slow
Its capture of my boy.
Give me endless days
And countless ways
To watch my miracle grow.
Sunshine, moonglow,
Build him a perfect rainbow
So that he may know
The wonder of the love
I try so hard to show.

Loyal, gentle pets
Lived unconditional need
And when they died,
I did grieve.

Friends are the prose
Inspiring my rhymes.
Each would be missed
By this heart of mine.

When parents and siblings
Expel their final breath,
I will mourn them
Until my own day of death.

If my husband
Should before me die,
My soul would cry
Float adrift and dry.

But should my babe at any age
Pass first in death’s grasp,
Defeat would set a fatal stage
For my hearts final crash.




September 21, 2015

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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A Helpless Angel

On a cold winter night
Not far from here
There was a child
Suffering great fear

She was unfortunate
She was hurt
She always wore the same dress
and the same shirt

She prayed for mercy
She prayed for light
She prayed for love
Instead of fights

She had no chance
The fight was not fair
Her mother held her down
While her father beat her there

She tried to tell someone
But who would care?
She wanted someone
Who would always be there

A little boy
Whom she never knew
Sat down beside her
Their friendship was true

They talked for hours
They could talk for days
Then she had realized
It was getting late

Later that night
As she laid in bed
Her drunken parents stormed in
Their faces beating red

She screamed for help
But no one would respond
When someone realized her plead
She was already gone

A few days later
Six feet in the ground
A long lost angel
Had finally been found

She's up in heaven
With a smile on her face
She walked to Jesus
and she was embraced

A helpless angel
Carved into stone
Now she will never be alone.

Copyright © Daniel McGraw | Year Posted 2010

Details | Imagism |

SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE

   SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...

And you'll believe her.

Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.

She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.

But you will KNOW.
You will know.

That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.

That's when you will die.
   
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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I Dream Of You

    "I think of you
     While sun and moon renew
     I will always think of you"

I sit so still and eat 
A sandwich and I talk to you
I am so angry at
Everything they did to you
Scream loud at the sun
At that sky too perfect, blue

At night I'm warm in bed
Hope that you rest peaceful too
My every word of love
Reach through hollow wind, renew
my love and hope and pain
Forever reach the soul of you

     "I dream of you
     With stars raining tears on me
     I will always dream of you"

I pray to stars above
To the mourning morning dew
To find you in my corners
Fading evading me and you
Your face, its smile so broad
I won't forget, I’ll go there too. 

I yell loud at the moon
The dark clouds in a sky once blue
That took you far too soon
Away from me, your life from you
You rest now while I sleep
I'll find you in soft morning hues

     "I dance with you
     I slowly dance...
     I will always dance with you"

***

April 23, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017