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Leaves of the Dead

Leaves of the Dead

Les feuilles mortes 

They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my cheek
Where hopes had dreams
One could see the blossom of loves desires

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

Ah now I am holding a cane
I have all but forgotten yesterday
I have no lovers
My friends have all but gone
To their designated places in the ground
Piano keys in soft lit lounges
I remember the vodka stingers and sultry singers 
Telling me life was jolie oh so jolie
If only there was love…

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

At 3am, with burnt cigarette butts
If only there was love
When the metro finds it’s unwitting end
Reality and cubes make ugly paintings
There are only drunks
Dreamers and bums
Thief’s picking pockets of your final instructions

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

If you can sober up and face the poverty
Of your empty aspirations of hope
Come to the bois de Vincennes
Where Kings and Queens danced and dined
What better place
To splay the butter
So that the knife slides smooth
Whilst the sun fades kissing the seine
Autumn leaves will fall
Dead again

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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But, Oh My Fear

I wrote these lyrics for the character Christine, who the Phantom fell in love with and tries to control. My words are set to the music of 'Phantom of the Opera' theme song, and I composed these lyrics for Christine to sing as a sequel to the duet she and the Phantom sang. You can listen to the music while reading the poem if you wish by using the audio feature at the top of the poem.
But, Oh My Fear His masked face haunts me so in candle light This vision makes the glow... A mystic sight And I am drawn to him In dreams, I find So like a moth to fire is pulled by light, My eyes are blind. Is he the mask I wear To what I see... This power over me... How can I flee? I cannot turn from him... A prisoner Of Phantom of the opera, my deep suspicions stir. And what's behind this mask that haunts me so? Is this reality... How can I know? It seems we two are one I see and hear This Phantom that sings deep inside my mind... But, oh my fear. I'm filled with fantasy Beyond control A distant vision, yet, Rests in my soul Inside of me he lives, This mystery. Oh, Phantom, now thru this strange maze I go... Please, rescue me. In this dark, endless place... Black fantasy... Don't leave me lying blind... Please sing to me. Unfold your mystery Inside this space Oh, Phantom of the opera, free me... and show your face. Sandra M. Haight ~2nd Place~ Premiere Contest: Phantom Lyrics Sponsor: The Seeker Judged: 11/30/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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8 Mile Style

8MILE8MILE    .     .     .     .     .    STYLE     .     .     .     .  8MILE8MILE
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind but no matter where 
I go I see them same old hoes 
   BRING DA BEAT         c’mon, c’mon, c’mon        HERE WE GO
                           YEA   YEA   YEA 
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted ass toez in fishnet pantyhose  
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose, workin them same two 
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know 
rose blows

She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose, spent all the money 
at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ho clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic 
really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she 

AND THE COP SHOWZ                     

                                                YEA    YEA    YEA
She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez, gives a 
discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes, for all them 
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the 
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes,  UH  YEA  UH  YEA
         YEA  YEA  YEA            I’M OUT


8MILE8MILE     .     .     .     .     STYLE     .     .     .     .     8MILE8MILE

written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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Fragrant Love

My Beloved,
If the Mediterranean waves, could carry me to your arms,
I'd wake up, to your whispers,enchanted by your charms.
If the Wafting Wind could breeze me to the your bed, 
Our longing lips would kiss and hiss,In hungry emotions wed.
If this love i feel, could linger in your Heart,If we could live
our dulcet dreams,escape from fantasies,and never be apart.
If "I "could be with "You",and "You" could be with" Me"
We'd watch the the Stars at night twinkling tranquility,
Sparkling in secret splendor,shining Our blissful destiny.
If we could be together,till the day,"Forever",I'd hold on 
to your hand,be your sufficient other,the  dedicated lover 
and  even your bestfriend.I'd be your daily listener,your passion,
your romance,I'd love you to infinity,till the Universal ends.
If We could lie  together on Gossamer  mattressed lands,
on threaded  silken sheets made by cobwebs' perfect hands,
If We could walk,laugh and embrace on gold warm Honeyed Sands.
If we could hear the sweetest sound of shells and pebbles play,
If I could call your name and hear your husky voice in answer
everday,If I could turn around to find you,looking my way,
If I could be with you,and live "the promise" of today,
Tomorrow I'd still be there,a Lavender in your grey.

"Not for the contest,but tnks Andrea..for your inspiration, with your contest blog"

Words used-(Fragrant,Wafting,dulcet,Splendor,Gossamer.tranquility,Blissful from bliss,lavender)


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2010

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Stars Never Forget Our Dreams

I`ve dreamt dreams in my life till you forgotten who I am the satin of my lips and roses in my hair You've dreamt dreams in your life till I forgotten who you are the dimple of your smile and velvets of your heart But, stars never forget our dreams Stars never forget your wet hands writing proposals in the sand pearl's glow on my fourth finger your soft kiss upon my neck So if the colour of the night gets dark and dusty blue if you ever think of me if I ever think of you There's the splendour of a star stll shows you where I am There' s the splendour of a star still shows me where you are
-Jazz- Charmaine Chircop For Nette`s contest -Groove it Date : 17/10/2013

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2013

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Music Take Me Back

When I'm blue and need something to make me smile
I can turn on my forty fives and listen for a while
Jimmy Gilmer sang about a Sugar Shack
Holding hands, walking down that railroad track
Then I let the music take me back.

Take me back to a time when love was new
Take me back to a time when skies were blue
When we could catch that falling star
Make love in the back seat of my car
Music, oh sweet music, take me back

Doo-wop memories touched my soul
Mixed with the early days of rock and roll
I close my eyes and through the haze
I see sunshine and better days
Music take me back to those times again.

There was Bandstand on TV in black and white
Radio on 'til you fell asleep at night
There were dances at the school
And swimming in the community pool
Music take me back, let me remember when.

Did we believe those days would forever last
Were things so much better in the past
I dream of days when a movie
Meant kissing in the balcony
Music take me back, let my heart roam.

It seems like a thousand years ago
We found true love and watched it grow
I know this is where my heart belongs
When I listen to those songs
Music take me back, please take me home.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008

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Hidden In The Stones

Imagine someone watching you
who wants you for his own
Imagine in the catacombs, a secret plan is honed
It echoes with a wounded heart
of someone so alone
He hides his shame behind a mask, that smolders, but is cold

Look beyond the chandelier that blinds you in the eye
Can't you see him lurking there, while waiting in disguise

If only you could see in him
           a face that isn't cold

              Behind the mask he wears for you, 
                         a man has lost his soul

Search beyond the mask he wears and look into his eyes
Be wary of the rendezvous that he will fantasize

If only he was more than just a phantom of your dreams
If only you could find in him a promise to believe

Don't be betrayed by what appears to be for you alone
But be afraid, a million tears are hidden in the stones

He'll tell you from the very start, to search beyond the scars 
He'll hide from you that you are meant to be his secret star

Sing to him your aria….. But don't forsake your heart!
If you believe he'll set you free, he'll tear your dreams apart

Sing to him of love, Christine!  Sing to the rafters high
The chandelier will shatter then, into a million cries!

If you plead to him of broken dreams, you'll need to tell him lies
Sing about another love, but be prepared to die!

Sing your song of love, Christine, 
               it is sorrow you have found

Sing to him your aria……..  then, slowly watch him drown


Contest: "Phantom of the Opera"
Sponsor: The Seeker

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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A Lover's entrée to March

How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009

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Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
[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

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Never Thought I'd Fall In Love (With My Best Friend)

(Chorus): Never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend
Sit on the phone and talk for hours about anything
He knew everything about me
He was there through my ups and downs
But I found out he fooled around
I’d never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

(Verse 1): Its sad how things change
Seems like I want to put things back in reverse
Now that I see I feel my love life is a curse
So many times he say he’d stick by my side
There wasn’t anything I never had to hide
I never thought I’d find myself in love with you
Now what am I going to do 

(Bridge): I go back and look at the relationship
you left me over someone you never met
tell me how did you fall in love over the internet
Why did you do this to me
Boy it cost so much stress
My heart is broken and I’m in so much mess
Never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend 

(Chorus): Never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend
Sit on the phone and talk for hours about anything
He knew everything about me
He was there through my ups and downs
But I found out he fooled around
I’d never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

(Verse 2-Rap): Its crazy how you say its not me, its you so please don’t take it the 
wrong way
Then, I sit and I wonder how in the world you can say this to me
Now wondering, asking myself how can I make you stay
When you was leaving me for this other chick
Now you don’t even want to pick up the phone 
Boy I know you at, I’m here all alone
So you sit there and ignore me baby
I thought I was supposed to be your one and only lady
Now I have to sit here and pretend like nothing ever happened
Tell me how am I supposed to deal with this boo
Im so in love with you
you left me for who?
The answer just hurt me so bad
Now we doing another sad love song
How are you to tell me who was wrong or right
These words I write are quite contrite
But since Im not the jealous type
I’ll let it fly
Its sad how you did me baby boy

Copyright © Deneshia Bryant | Year Posted 2007

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Hello, Good-bye, So Long On CD

You say you like to ride in my pick-up truck,
to sing karaoke, and drink some beers,
but how can you say country music sucks,
when your rappin' nearly burns my ears,

Well, you can think and say, but by the way,
I'm also gonna speak my mind,
'cause country music is what I'll sing 'n' play,
if you don't like it, kiss my behind,

And you don't have to stand in line,
to kiss where the sun don't shine,
good country music, to me, sounds fine,
but your yappin' rappin' just ain't my kind,

Yea, I'm a country boy, deep to the core,
if you can't tell by now, you're blind,
and like I've said many times before
that crap in rappin' just ain't my kind,

I know you don't like my snake skin boots,
though my cowboy hat you say is fine,
but cowboy boots are part of my country roots,
since way back, a long long time,

Yea, you don't have to stand in line,
to kiss where the sun don't shine,
good country music, to me, sounds fine,
but your yappin' rappin' just ain't my kind,

Yea, you don't have to stand in line,
to kiss where the sun won't shine,
and if my boots don't turn you on,
then I reckon you'd best get gone,
So hello, good-bye, so long,

But, before you go, If you don't mind,
leave a kiss where the sun don't shine,
since country music doesn't turn you on,
and my snake skin boots don't turn you on,
Yea, I reckon, you'd best get gone.
So hello, Good-bye, So Long.

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2009

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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

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It is a Secret

It’s a Secret

It’s a secret
If you keep it
If you mean it to keep
It’s our little secret, I shall whisper 
Promise never to speak

It’s a secret
Never told you
Never told anyone
Now you know it, the truth…  It can’t be undone
It’s a secret. It’s a secret never to be unsung

Don’t you show it
Pretend not to know it
Keep it close to your heart
Cause it’s not a secret if you go out…before
The hoarders of secrets after the dark in Lahore 

If you tell it
Might as well have yelled it
And that simply won’t do
Have to make the secret an agreement between just us two
Swear it and never dare it, keep it close to the heart

Now you told it, so you sold it
Now you know what must be
A secret is no secret when is more than us you see
Let your hair down, let you eyes close,
It’s just you and me

As the poison makes its it motion
Soon you will sleep eternally
Now it’s a real secret,
So secret
Even if it’s out there somewhere
No one knows it for sure, if you cant say what they dare
So sleep deeply and forget it
The promises we made

If you cant keep a secret
Or know when lips sealed
You will have to weep it
As you bleed it
And dig your own grave
You are lifeless and are flightless
Secrets can be so re-made

To the graveyard, goes the keeper
Of secrets un-screamed
To the graveyard, goes the seeker
Whose claims are inane

It’s a secret
If you keep it
If you mean it to keep
It’s our little secret, I whisper as you 
Promise never to speak

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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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 | I do not know? | |

I've Scribbled This Song For You

I've Scribbled This Song For You...

I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...

now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,

la laa laa la laa laa laa...

(repeat to fade)


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

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Sixty seems so old
Oland was a time long ago
Sweden still sleeps in my dreams

So young so sweet
Old dreams run in retreat
Songs like lovers never last

Vanished love, island breezes
Vanquished lovers, sins drown, nothing pleases

Gone is the desire
Gardens die inside of Swedish winds
Gentle thoughts tossed into trysts seas

Tales of lore from distance shore
Another chance, the dice never win
Camisoles and lingerie
Oh my love, you captivated me
Maidens I would always toss to the sea

Frost could not kill the call of drummers doom

Another song, another story of a lovers end
Beware the maiden, ships sailors will tell 
Breasts heave in sadness of autumn leaves
Allay my fears with illusions trumpets

Death dances, life runs to another day
Quebec was the shores of Swedish fantasies

Winter winds brought things to an end
Taking love could not prosper, when love won’t bend
Inside the pain, doomed us the broken hearted
Another day, another dream

Knowing love was so departed
	Memories wrapped and folded in the drawer
Knowing death was welcome and so regarded
	Youth no longer dances on this shore

Solitude was the only game in town
Obituary would be my fame thus drowned
Smiles forgotten, my love for her never waned

Notes: Due to some confusion, I changed the last verse and fixed a few things!
The suicide was mine, but only poetically! :)

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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Muse Blues

I got the Muse Blues
Where did my muse go
I got the muse blues
Tell me where did my muse go
Maybe down 'n Louisiana
Hangin' out with my friend Flo

I got the Muse Blues
My heart in a rage
I got the muse blues
My heart in a rage
Sayin' if muse try to act like Flo
Well He's gonna be upstaged

I got the muse blues
He's back but kinda sick
I got the muse blues
He's back but kinda sick
He tried to dance with Flo
And got his old butt kicked

I got some muse queues
If muse ever leaves again
I got some muse queues
If muse ever leaves again
Steer clear of Louisiana
And my pinnacle poetess friend

Protected by a pet Cheetah

Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2014

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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 | I do not know? | |

Blood upon Pages

As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla 
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
“turn your lights down low”
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner 
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams 
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun

Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ballad | |

Unanswered Poems

Don’t send me more 
Of your tragic poems
My dear 
Covered in blood
Of your monthly flood
Of tears

Don’t send me more 
Of your angry poems
My dear
Carved with the knife
Of your molten spite
And fears

I’m just a peddler 
With a cart
Bringing discount words
To hearts
Broken hearts across the land
Woman left without her man
Broken hearts throughout the world
Anguished boy and crying girl

Your poetry’s too heavy, dear
For me to read, for me to bear
Your poetry’s too heavy, dear
For me to get from here to there

Don’t send me more
Of your bitter poems
My sweet
Forged in the fire
Of your endless ire
And grief

Don’t send me more 
Of your hopeless poems
My sweet
Ripped from the womb
Of the lonely room
You keep

I’m just a peddler 
With a cart
Bringing discount words
To hearts
Broken hearts across the land
Woman left without her man
Broken hearts throughout the world
Anguished boy and crying girl

Your poetry’s too heavy, dear
For me to read, for me to bear
Your poetry’s too heavy, dear
For me to get from here to there

(You see that shadow on the road
Trudging ‘neath its heavy load
A heart weighed down by sands of time
And your poems only make him cry
And he won’t add them to the pile
So he can walk another mile)

(And he won’t add them
To the pile
So he can walk 
Another mile)

Too heavy, dear 
Too heavy, dear
For me to read 
For me to bear

(They make him sad
Make him cry
Beat him down
Deep inside)

Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear

They make me sad
Make me cry
Feel as though 
I want to die

(And he won’t add them
To the pile
So he can walk 
Another mile)

Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear

(A heart weighed down 
By sands of time
And your poems 
Only make him cry)

Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear

Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad | |

Music and me

Nothing in life has influenced me more than music,
so many songs over the years have touched me so deep.
In days of darkness, through the storms they pulled me through,
even during happy occasions when my feet moved to the beat.

So many songs I could pay tribute to, so here are just a few,
starting with my all time favourite, the Bohemian Rhapsody.
There were times, when I was just a poor boy and nobody loved me,
and I felt Mamma had killed a man, pulled my trigger and left me to die.

Growing up it was Michael Jackson, who told me I was Bad and a smooth criminal.
I always started with the man in the mirror and wanted to heal the world.
Oh Michael, what ever happened to you, such an amazing talent,
you ruined it and died too young with so much mystery.

I remember sitting at the railway station with a ticket to my destination,
longing to be homeward bound, as Simon And Garfunkel had once wished.
My wish was to be a bridge over troubled water for those in need,
and I welcomed darkness, my old friend, through the sound of silence.

Even though you died, before I was born, Elvis you truly was the King,
listening to your songs influenced me to become a romantic,
love me tender, are you lonesome tonight and you were always on my mind,
are testament to the foundations of my creative art.

John Lennon, they say the good always die young,
how true that is for you, but you left behind your legacy for all.
Imagine there is no heaven, its easy if you try, such simple words,
I never understood though how you could ever be a jealous guy.

Today, so many have lyrics which seduce my mind,
Sam Smith, you told her to stay with you and lay by your side,
and you are right, we are just men, we need to be loved too,
so much more to come from you, in my eyes you will rise to the top,

Oh Adele, how could I forget about you, with a voice of an angel,
you reminded me that I will find someone like her again,
to come and feel your love and how to hide my heart away,
I hope your voice never fades away and continues to touch my soul.

So much music and so many wonderful artists throughout the decades,
But Michael it was you that told me about music, music and me...
and as good old Blue eyes himself (Frank Sinatra) sang:
I did it my way!

 4 August 2015.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Northern Suburbia

Your love is real 
the love you feel.
Your love is great 
the love you make.
Your records are on fire 
its your desire.
Take me out tonight
and go wild and crazy, 
or be fat and lazy. 
So I played some Doors 
and saw some whores. 
So I said goodbye 
and they all must die, fool. 
So dig my guts 
and eat my brain 
and then go insane. 
I don't
Care I love it 
so forget it, Punk!

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015

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Jolly Time Popcorn

Golly, Miss Molly, let's pop us some yummy Fill up your tummy, with Jolly- time popcorn ! Let's pop up a batch of some Jolly-Time fun! A party will start when the Jolly-Time's done ! Golly, by gum, does your microwave hum? As each kernel pops, it will dance like a drum ! An old family favorite, is as easy as that! Poppity-hoppity! Rat-a- tat- tat ! Let's pop up a batch of some Jolly-Time fun! Fill up your tummies, and eat something yummy A party will start when the Jolly-Time's done ! Buttered or not, ..always barrels of fun Kettle or plain, let's all eat it while hot ! Some like it plain, or some caramel on top Healthy to eat, and wholesome, in fact Six pack, or ten pack, and flavored to reign No other brand can make such a claim Count on the fun, and our company's name Let's grab some drinks and a movie or more A Jolly-Time's your nearest store !!
__________________________________________________________ 5/31/15 For The Contest: "Sing Me A Jingle" Sponsored by Lyric Man

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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The Christmas Song -Of Woe-

Who is knocking on my door tonight?
Debt collectors!  Those thugs that we'll ignore
Yuletide woes being sung by my spouse
While we've drawn the shades, and doused the lights!

Everyone knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Would help to make the season bright
But we'll be eating beans,    'cause our pocketbooks are lean
Oh!   We're out of Tums!!......The house could blow tonight !!!

They say that Santa's on his way
But our petty cash won't jingle much today
So this mother hen is going to cry
Because her hungry chicks won't have an egg to fry!

And so, I'm offering this simple phrase....
To folks from one to ninety two
Although the behind our depression...
Merry Christmas, ....Boo Hoo !

(Lyrics written to the tune "The Christmas Song" )(written by Mel Torme)
For Tammy Ream's Contest: "Who Is Knocking On MY Door?" 

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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I Need You Now

I need you now

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers undone, so lost on the run
Emotions burning all bridges as flames consume

The heat of love knowing I have lost it all
Holding the bottle I tumble and fall
Used to have it, used to be the fastest ball
Now I shake and tremble afraid to make the last call

Always been a country boy
Playing with my truck and all my other men toys
You never saw a tear from me
But I have cried, behind the curtain you never see

Never could I ever say, I need you now, don’t go away
Being strong and hiding tears of pain and sorrow
Pushed you all away, there is no tomorrows
Inside I am the child, hoping for love somehow

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers always wondered why
Bridges burnt were safer back then

Holding on to long lost dreams
Losing my grip and fading fast
If only I wasn’t hidden so well you would surely have screamed
The pain of despair never far from Jim Beam

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers always wonder why
My guitar never played a song goodbye

Traveling down lonely roads
Motels and one gas station towns
Dust filled shoes and dust filled dreams
I rest my bones, till the next bus is seen

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers always wondered why
While I wandered away wishing death came by

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Always wondered if true love exists
Lost love still would slash my lifeless wrists

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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.-G-. .-R-. .-O-. .-O-. .-V-. .-E-. .-S-. pierce my ears, caressing notes to rake tears on such moonlit aches, strings groan through passages on breaths as scrapes of violin lurch; veiled weeping dives low like fine spear falling on my riddled head, as if to crack reeds just there, enthralled by heaves of waved air swelling along melodies tragic in liquid gothic drones, my old innocence plucked raw beyond deep allegro of time; tunes' long drags hard to bear peeling my burnt flesh slow the fine bow screeches, I cry on slain notes. © by nette onclaud for Craig Cornish Concrete/Shape Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012

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Fanciful August moon

Moon shines its pale 

Enchanting light 

Upon forest floor 

Where winged creatures 

legendary, pale and sleek 

Spin and flit and dance

To the invisible orchestra; 

Of Blue bells ringing

Hummingbirds humming

Fireflies buzzing

And dandelions singing in tune 

With lilting fairy song as they sing 

Melodies that echo through forest pines 

To the Fairy Queen bathed in the light of

The August moon

© Brenda V Northeast 12th July 2008  Rewritten on  21st/ 01/2012 BVN

Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2012

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Adrenaline Junkie

Your laughter sound so hollow and there’s something that you hide,
You forget that there’s an ebb and high for every passing tide,
When dust falls and settles, beauty eventually will die,
For you need to rouse yourself after you moan and sigh,

There’s nothing more destructive than living an idle life,
When you could be out there to join the frays and frights,

Life is a roller coaster never close your eyes,
For the journey’s filled with loops and turns 
And eye popping highs

When you strap yourself please don’t forget,
To make sure it’s nice and tight,
For you never know how far you’ll go,
Or how steep you will climb

So when it comes down to choices
Don’t hesitate to try,
All the crazy things that’s meant for you
Makes living more worthwhile...
End of chorus

When days are grey and dull and you spend it sitting down,
You feel everyone’s laughing at you the lonely clown,
For they never could quite get it, How hard you desire,
To throw yourself and go berserk and Set yourself on fire

For you know there’s nothing harder than living in fright,
How boring it will be…. each passing day and night

Rpt chorus

Copyright © George Anos | Year Posted 2008

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So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!

Copyright © Travis Flasnick | Year Posted 2009

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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