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Details | Lyric |
Hidden away 
between the broken chimes
of church bells 
lies the dream of a man
the waltz of a butterfly
and love for one woman
He carves her name from a star
on a pebble~
burying it deep
where corals sleep

Across the moon 
wishes concieve
from moist salt on his cheek
in the womb of an ocean
ocean so deep,ocean so dark
dark as the night in his soul

Hidden away
between the broken chimes
of church bells
lies the dream of a woman
the soft breeze of a petal 
and love for one man
She paints his smile from a rainbow
holding it high ~
where sunsets splash
in the sky

Across the moon
wishes concieve
in the womb of a desert
desert so steep,desert so dry
dry as  each crack on her lips  

Hidden away 
between the melidious chime
of church bells
lives the love of a man
lives the love of a woman
where oceans meet
where deserts greet
where stars collide
where dewdrops fall
Lashes caress
the dream in their eyes 

Play Solitude...Sing...

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012




Details | Lyric |





Golden-flecked bliss of enraptured blown-kiss stardust bestrewn Beguiling skies bespangled sequin eyes shimmer in swoon In midnight hours from celestial bowers Lift blest voices Balmy hymns calm serenity’s sweet psalm saints’ rejoices Oh motherly heartfelt heavenly night lullaby my lustrous twilight Love - swaddle me in starlit cocoon’s blue singing silk songs till dawn’s debut Ambrosial dreams showered in jasmine streams angels’ water Immerse in sleep your virtuous well deep baptized daughter Melodic sky divinity’s stars sigh spiritual Nervana floats seraphs’ musical notes air's lyrical Oh motherly heartfelt heavenly night lullaby my lustrous twilight Love - swaddle me in starlit cocoon’s blue singing silk songs till dawn’s debut Susan Ashley December 22, 2017 ------------------------------ Heavenly Night - Poetry Contest Vermillion Scythe - Sponsor N/A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Poem Of The Day ~ December 24, 2017

Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
You’re so devoted to all your grudges,
You cherish them like they're a prize;
You hold them with pride on your pedestal
Bursting with bliss as your relationships die. 

Next time you frame everyone's mistakes 
And hang them right above their head, 
You should hang up a mirror as well
And take a good look at yourself instead.

You love to play the blame game
So let's play another round-
What's wrong- are you too ashamed
To turn your finger around?

You're so foolish to expect anybody 
To respect a narcissistic point of view;
Within your childish perception the lens
Is solely focused on you, you, you, and you.

Next time you frame everyone’s mistakes 
And hang them right above their head, 
You should hang up a mirror as well
And take a good, long look at yourself instead.

You love to play the blame game
So let's play another round-
What's wrong- are you too ashamed 
To turn your finger around?

Yeah, you love to play the blame game
So let's play another round-
What's wrong- are you too ashamed
To turn your finger around?

By Anne Currin

For Metamorph Contest

Copyright © Anne Currin | Year Posted 2013




Details | Light Poetry |
I am but a dreamer
and in my dreams I play
where I live so happily
writing them my way
inside my illusions
where I know I belong
whistling a joyful tune
as I go along

Like a little spirit
I venture on the breeze
skipping in the gentle wind
doing what I please
with the rising sun I dance
wrapped inside his charms
across the golden morning sky
twirling in his arms

I can climb a mountain
or live among the trees
sail in a silver sailboat
on the seven seas
I can draw a moonlit night
ride on a bright moonbeam
and swim among the diamonds
in a velvet stream

I am but a dreamer
there's nothing in my way
living in the place I love
loving everyday
maybe it's a fairytale
but that's all right by me
I'm the master of my dreams
where I wander free

No one there can tell me
what is wrong or right
following what's in my heart
I live in the light
happy in my dream world
that's where I choose to stay
in the world where I belong
writing dreams my way

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
Son of a gun we were still young;
only 15 years gone by.
You were the first my kissing bubble to burst, 
and for you, I think so was I.
I wanted to start putting other parts 
of our bodies in the field of play;
But you stopped it instead as you paused and read 
what Ann Landers had written to say:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

You stuck to your creed in spite of my plea, 
and I didn’t want to press you;
So your hand I would hold and my tongue I would fold, 
even though I want to undress you.
Late at night my conscience I’d fight, 
still awake in my lonely bed;
Thinking of you and what I would do 
if these words weren’t still stuck in my head:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

I followed your rules, played it cool
for the first ten to twenty dates;
But by the end of the year to me it was clear 
we wouldn’t be tempting our fate.
So we parted our ways; ending our days 
to see other people instead;
As I set forth looking of course 
for a girl who hadn’t read:

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

More than thirty years have disappeared; 
For me two wives and four kids.
And as for you, I hear it’s true, 
that getting married you never did.
I’ll never forget and never regret
That first kiss where we both did live;
And though I did slander poor ole Ms. Landers 
to my daughter this advice I now give.

Keep your petting on the outside, keep your tongues inside your mouth,
Keep your hands north of the border, don’t let them travel south.
There’s no use in trying to rush things and ruin the rest of your life,
So just hold his hands and hug him until you’re man and wife.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
Rainbows of Balloons (the friendship song) You’ll find me down by the river skipping stones in tune to the great firs that hum when the soft wind touches their tops with its light strum. You’ll find me lost far in the clouds where smiling blossoms gather up in a crowd around their conductor who’ll guide them in a sun dance through spring showers. Nature with you I will celebrate we'll write songs ‘till late, open all the gates, so come with me today, celebrate the day, let us sing and dance in the light rains of May. We’ll roll down in the fields in the middle of June send rainbows of balloons that will sure reach the moon. We’ll swim down the river when July comes around and we will not be found until they think we’ve drowned. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I’ve matched the lyrics to Yiruma’s music (Springtime) in this piece. After the musical interlude (1:30-1:58), the second musical part repeats itself from the poem’s second stanza, not the first.

Copyright © Anne-Marie Coreggia | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
(Female) O' Lord where do I go Just what will I see And when will I know What truth means to me Male) To who can I Turn Who Can I ask When will I Learn If I'm up to the task (Both) This life journeys on That's so easy to see Like words to a song But who's singing to me (Male) Lord hear my plea And answer my prayer (Both) What's that we see Is it him standing there (Male) Closer he walks with me and my fears (Female) Softly he talks And dry's all my tears (Both) Whenever we're lost And in need of a friend Our heavenly host Will answer again Whenever you're lost And in need of a friend Your heavenly host Says let's start again, Let's start again...

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
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 
Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is rose, we know 
rose blows
 
DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE,       YEA   YEA    YEA     

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 
blows

DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE        YEA   YEA   YEA
AND THE COP SHOWZ                     
                                    
UP, UP, UP,  EVER’BODY  UP,  C’MON UP, C’MON UP

                                                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 
bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose to the 
chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahoes,  UH  YEA  UH  YEA
SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
         YEA  YEA  YEA            I’M OUT

OUT ROLLIN ON THAT 8 MILE ROOOOAD

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



written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
I'm not really sure how to explain 
This strange feeling with my feeble brain-
It's driving me a new kind of insane.

If I believed in love, then in love I would be. 
This bitter, cold heart is set ablaze inside me 
Just hearing your name- I melt at the sound. 
Without you my dear, I'd be asylum bound. 

I'm not really sure how to explain
This madness taking over my brain-
It's driving me a new kind of insane. 

Well, I'm not quite sure I can complain 
About the thoughts of you that consume my brain- 
They're driving me a good kind of insane. 

If I believed in love, then in love I would be. 
This bitter, cold heart is set ablaze inside me
Just hearing your name- I melt at the sound.  
Without you my dear, I'd be asylum bound.

If I believed in love, then in love we would be. 
You set this bitter, cold heart ablaze inside me. 
I only feel sane when you come around- 
Without you my dear, I'll be asylum bound. 

No, I'm not quite sure how to explain
This strange new feeling with my feeble brain-
But my dear, you drive me perfectly insane.

By Anne Currin

For Valentines Day Contest 

Copyright © Anne Currin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
(my lyrics for a country song, but with no music yet.)

Well, my momma -bless her soul - she brought me up good.
She taught me all she knew and she taught me what she should,
She took me to a church and she made me knock on wood.
Still, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.

‘Cause I’m sittin’ here and thinkin’ that you’re look’in mighty fine.
You set my heart to pound’in and I’d like to make you mine.
But I’m such a careful gal though I walk a thin line,
Yeah,  Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.

 Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke,
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!

Well, I’m contemplatin’ things with you I’m not supposed to do.
If I’m halfway to Hell, they’ll put me all the way through!
But I’m only HALF-stupid - unlucky for you!
Yes, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.

Yes, I know you’ve got your pride,  but listen,  so do I.
I might not tell the truth, but I sure don’t tell no lie!
And I never will give in, for if you ask me why,
It’s because I’m just a half-baked sinner.

Repeat Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
To the tune of "Santa Clause Is Coming To Town"

You better look up,
prepare for His sight.
The Lord will come back
some day or some night.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He's making a list.
He's paid the great price.
Who's going in route
to His paradise?
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He sees you when you're breathing.
He knows you need His grace.
He knows that we have all been bad,
but He died to take our place.

With bright Seraphim and bright Cherubim,
Trumpy trumpets, and drummy drum drums,
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down.

He sees you when you're weeping.
He offers His embrace.
He knows you like nobody else,
yet He loves you anyway.

You better not doubt.
You wanna know why?
Your life could end soon.
There's no second try.
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down
Jesus Christ Is Coming Back Down

by Juliet Ligon
12-01-2013

Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
(Yes- these song lyrics are mega cliché, but- I wrote them for someone dear to my heart; therefore, they are Soup worthy). 

Oh, you’re doing everything you can
When you’re trying to become a better man- 
But these demons keep on holding you back.

Yeah, you’re doing everything you can
When nothing goes quite as you plan-
But I know you’ll get back on the right track. 

When it all seems too far gone,
And you feel like you can’t keep going on-
Just remember this my friend:
The hardships only make us stronger in the end. 

The past doesn’t define who we are,
Even if it leaves us with these scars.
No, the past can’t define who we are,
It can only leave us with some scars.

Oh, you’re doing everything you can
To attain something so much bigger than
The life that you’ve been given. 

Yeah, you’re doing everything you can
When nothing goes quite as you plan- 
But I know you’ll never give in

When it all seems too far gone,
And you feel like you can’t keep going on-
‘Cause you’ll remember this my friend:
These hardships only make you stronger in the end. 

The past doesn’t define who we are,
Even if it leaves us with these scars.
No, the past can’t define who we are,
It can only leave us with some scars.

Though a broken road has your feet glued to the ground,
And it seems all hope is nowhere to be found-
Just remember this my friend:
All these broken things can mend…

‘Cause the past doesn’t define who we are,
Even if it leaves us with these scars. 
No, the past can’t define who we are,
It can only leave us with some scars. 

By Anne Currin

Copyright © Anne Currin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
I’m in the mood for food
since I began this diet!
And if you too would try it,
you would be craving food!

Eating at a buffet
surely would send me reeling.
Oh, for that blissful feeling!
I’m in the mood for food.

Bridge:
Asking myself if ever
pizza could be my friend?
Good sense though tells me never.
Salads and fruit!  They never end.

With my bad attitude,
I’ll never learn my lesson.
Always I’ll be confessin’
I’m in the mood for food!

Written Oct. 9, 2016 for John Hamilton's "Write me a song" Poetry Contest
Sing to the tune of "I’m in the Mood for Love" written by Eddie Jefferson, a tune sung by over fifty artists (see lyrics below)

I'm in the mood for love
Simply because you're near me.
Funny, but when you're near me
I'm in the mood for love.

Heaven is in your eyes
Bright as the stars we're under
Oh! Is it any wonder
I'm in the mood for love?

(Bridge)
Why stop to think of whether
This little dream might fade?
We've put our hearts together
Now we are one, I'm not afraid!

If there's a cloud above
If it should rain we'll let it
But for tonight, forget it!
I'm in the mood for love

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
It was not long ago
By the reck'ning of things
You were yet a wee one
Yet under our wing-
But now you have grown up
Like snow follows Spring -
Now you're a Mother,
And all Mothers must sing.

All Mothers must sing,
Though not always with voice;
'Tis a matter of Truth,
Not a question of Choice.
They sing with their hearts
And they sing with their souls
They sing while they're young,
And they sing when they're old.

     All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
     Must sing,
     Some sing but a whisper,
     Some make the walls ring.
     They know that they hold 
     The most Precious of things;
     So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
     Must sing.

They sing with their smiles 
And their hearts and their sighs,
They sing us to bed 
And they sing as we rise;
They sing in response
To our smallest of cries
And all with the brilliance of love in their eyes.

So from now to the time
You are grey just like me
Darling, sing to your babes
As I sang to thee;
They shall grow to be kind,
To be honest and true;
They shall grow to be Wonderful,
Just like you.

     All Mothers must sing
     All Mothers must sing
     All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers 
     Must sing;
     Some sing but a whisper,
     Some make the walls ring;
     They know that they hold 
     The most Precious of things;
     So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers 
     Must sing,,,,

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

This repost has the audio, courtesy 
of the talented Mark Massey, to 
whom I owe a big debt of gratitude.
Yeah, that's me singing.


She dazzled me right from the start ...                    Refrain:
had bright brown eyes that sparkled
I opened the window to my heart
when I saw her for the first time

Her smile was warm as sunshine,
she had a glowing nature, so divine
I saw bursting sunbeams in my mind
when I first seen her walking in the moonlight          

Whoa oh oh, ooh ooh oh oh                                      Sunshine chant:

I saw the girl with the golden smile,                       Chorus:
girl with the golden smile
Girl with the golden smile ...
I fell in love with you

Chant Chorus
Repeat Sunshine chant
Repeat Chorus

Repeat Refrain
Repeat Sunshine chant
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Sunshine chant
Repeat Chorus

Chant Chorus
Repeat Sunshine chant

I saw the girl with the golden smile,                        Chorus:
girl ... I fell in love with 
the girl with the golden smile,
girl ... I fell in love with
the girl with the golden smile ...
I fell so in love with you

Repeat Sunshine chant
Chant Chorus
Repeat Chorus


This song expresses how I felt when I first saw my wife, Delores

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
you opened your eyes but closed your mind
oblivious to dreams I kept inside
you saw the package but not the treasure
all of those late nights we were together

you spent the passion but saved your heart
keeping those two things far, far apart
nothing ever ventured, nothing ever gained
so good at keeping it all self-contained

you pulled the ribbon opening Pandora's box
you twisted the key in a rusty lock
you wound the toy just a little too tight
leaving in haste when you saw the red light

I thought I had it under control
I could play the game and you'd never know
you were much smarter than I thought
you saw the ruse right from the start

gently, you tried to let me down
distancing me with silent sounds
what you couldn't see--failed to understand
I knew your game but couldn't outrun your plan

you pulled the ribbon opening Pandora's box
you twisted the key in a rusty lock
you wound the toy just a little too tight
leaving in haste when you saw the red light

I could see your future and I wasn't a part
you weren't completely honest when we started
I knew there was another, but not the whole connection
how you had already promised your love and affection

so as we go forward with an uneasy truce
bury what's dead between me and you
no tourniquet will completely ever stop my bleed
you'll say you didn't promise to be what I need

you asked me once if the wound was still deep
you can figure that out in this song if you read
what starts with white lies, ends sadly with truth
it ebbs and then flows with each phase of the moon

you pulled the ribbon opening Pandora's box
you twisted the key in a rusty lock
you wound the toy just a little too tight
leaving in haste when you saw the red light

Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
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

Details | Lyric |
I have nothing left
from when I was small.
Nothing
     Nothing
          Nothing at all.

I used to have shoes,
I once had a ball,
a bow that fit nicely
with my violin, small.
     But now I have
          Nothing
               Nothing
                    Nothing at all.

                         But I have my memories,
                         my hopes and my dreams,
                         a life filled with friendship,
                         a heart that bursts at the seams.

A notebook with poems,
a bear and a doll,
a warm woollen jacket
with a fitting shawl.
Two mittens, a kitten,
I wore a hat in the fall...
     But now I have
          Nothing
               Nothing
                    Nothing at all.

                         But I have my memories,
                         my hopes and my dreams,
                         a life filled with friendship,
                         a heart that bursts at the seams.

I have nothing left
from when I was small.
I used to have shoes,
I once had a ball,
a bow that fit nicely
with my violin, small.
A notebook with poems,
a bear and a doll,
a warm woollen jacket
with a fitting shawl.
Two mittens, a kitten,
I wore a hat in the fall...
     But now I have
          Nothing
               Nothing
                    Nothing at all.

***

June 7, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
My sanity has crumbled
Under the weight of the day
If only that old morning sunrise
Could just fade to black...and stay

'Cause, if darkness conceals
And emptiness heals
I'm gonna be alright

Ebony melody....Whisper to me
'Til I'm lost in the song of the night

Oh sweet refrain of the evening
Cover the carnage...she made
Give me a reason...for being....
So my hurt won't shine in the day

And if darkness conceals
And emptiness heals
I'm gonna be alright

Ebony melody....Whisper to me
'Til I'm lost in the song of the night

Come soft shadows... sing with me
My pain has perfect harmony
Come soft shadows... sing with me
My pain has perfect harmony

And if darkness conceals
And emptiness heals
I'm gonna be alright

Ebony melody....Whisper to me
'Til I'm lost in the song of the night....
Still lost in the song of the night

Copyright and all rights reserved

Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
Christmas Angels

1’st Verse.
Have you seen the Angels
Have you seen their wings
Heavens divine creations
Celebrating what Christmas brings...
Celebrating what Christmas brings...

2’nd Verse.
Can you hear them singing
Have you heard them cry
For their only winging
As they grace the sky...
As they grace the sky...

Chorus 1.
Angels are all around us...
They know where to find us...
Especially around this Christmas
They’ve come here to witness

And they want to make it very clear
If we’re spreading our Christmas cheer...

Repeat 1’st and 2’nd Verses

Chorus 2.
Angels are all around us...
They know where to find us...
Especially around this Christmas
They’ve come here to witness

How we embrace this Holy night
From abundant Angels in flight...

Repeat 1’st and 2’nd Chorus then fade



This lyrical poem is dedicated to and inspired by my friend the song man John Hamilton...my first attempt at a lyric...and also inspired by the Christmas Angel



~~~Happy Holidays everyone~~~
Dec.02.2017 Heavenly Night Sponsored by: Vermillion Scythe

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
Sun brush slow as dawn's light breaks
kiss gently on this heart that wakes
warm up days   til night stand guard
when breeze blows brisk and mighty hard

Tap lightly on her peeked cheek this morn
where thoughts of love and life are born
bring forth to her    peace and hope
and faith in man from words God spoke

Impart comfort and ease in rays you share
lighten our load on that cross we bare
Rise up high and in blue skies do rest
soothe our souls with loyal hearts abreast

Sun brush slow as dawn's light breaks
Paint with grace 'pon swan still lakes

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
three Angels laughed
at everday hardships
bathed in the light
of eternal Grace
misdeeds, distrusts
goodwill interrupted
all are welcome
at His Holy Place
when righteous paths
are twisted with lies
and darkness swallows
impossible hope
remember the words
an old warrior sang
as the gates of glory
came into sight
he held up three fingers
we asked him "why?"
he said he "I see Three"
we knew soon
he'd be free
three Angels laughed
at every hardships
bathed in the light
of eternal Grace
misdeeds, distrusts
goodwill interrupted
all are welcome
at His Holy Place
when righteous paths
are twisted with lies
and darkness swallows
impossible hope
remember the words
an old warrior sang
as the gates of glory
came into sight
he held up three fingers
we asked him "why?"
he said " I see Three"
we knew soon
he'd be free
lyric/song...all rights reserved

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
I see big changes 
Everybody's walking around
Heads face the ground
You made us all so very proud
The eleven man crew is one man down
Gone but not forgotten in Bath town.

I pinch myself at the thought of you
I wish you could have sat and talked it through
Now all we've got are shirts for you
Durbz 5 and I don't even like Man U

When we didn't have a job all day it was just us two
With no money we'd scrape and share a spliff or two
With that instrumental CD you'd freestyle like you do
And I'd never join in so now I write this song for you

Who'd have thought you'd end like this
I never thought you'd play out like this
That cheeky grin and the laughs we'll miss
You were a legend, please know you will be missed

(Chorus)

I didn't know you in the wooley hat crew
But the WESA boys all got love for you
now when I play in goal it'll seem like the defence has a gaping hole
Remember when you lobbed me and score that amazing own goal

If I was Doc Brown I'd come back for you
Jump in my Delorean and travel back a year or two
We all regret we didn't do more for you
But who could predict you'd do what you'd do

All those fit girls that you had
Something of a Jack The Lad
It makes us all so very sad
But I knew you and for that I'm glad

However life keeps moving on
And your family and mates are trying to stay strong
I can't help feeling that it's so damn wrong
You lived life to the full but it wasn't for long

It's so upsetting that you are gone
But in time we'll meet again and I'll sing you this song
When we meet at those pearly gates
You learn exactly what you meant to all of your mates.

R.I.P Durbz, Happy Birthday.

P.O.T.D 12/2/2018

Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018

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O Jah, from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.
Before the womb of the dawn, 
before light pierced the darkness
and before the ancient void became filled with life- 
from the long ago until now, you have been. 

O Jah, your creative works span the universe. 
From the stars that follow their set course
and whose radiance inspires poetic praise
to the great galaxies that fill our minds with wonder-
all of them exist according to your wisdom and power. 

O Jah, what is lowly man that you keep him in mind? 
Sentient dust is all that we are, O Lord.
Lower than the angels we were made, 
from the elements of the earth you formed us- 
yet the very hairs on our heads are numbered.

O Jah, God of all that exists, keeper of promises, 
will you remember this man when his time comes? 
You made me from the clay and gave me spirit; 
the breath of life so that I might think and live- 
until I die I will praise you with my lips, O my God. 

Praise be to God and to his Lamb. 
Praise Jah for all eternity. 
Praise Jah you people! 


* A psalm, dedicated to John Hamilton.  For the tough times...

Copyright © July Morning | Year Posted 2017

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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

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(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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From here to wherever, I'll follow a yard sale sign,
it's a past time endeavor, for my collective state of mind,
I may buy some furniture, or a trinket for a dime,
yard saling is a pleasure, yes, a personal hobby of mine,

Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, on the trail of search and find,
and it gives me great joy, to see a yard sale sign,
from here to wherever, cloudy days or sunshine,
I'm searching for that treasure, ain't no telling what I'll find,

I may find brand new things, boots, shoes, or clothes the right size,
silver and gold chains or rings, or an antique will catch my eyes,
I could find my brother a nice bass lure, or a spool of fishing line,
or maybe a nice piece of furniture, or something for a friend of mine,

Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, on the trail of search and find,
and it gives me great joy, to see a yard sale sign,
It's a past time endeavor, for my collective state of mind,
Yard saling is a pleasure, ain't no telling what I"ll find,

Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, I just spotted a yard sale sign,
searching is a pleasuree, ain't no telling what I'll find,
I may find an old bass lure, or a spool of fishing line,
now one thing is for sure, I just found my cat a ball of twine,
and look here, I found my ol' dog a bone to grind,

Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, on the trail of search and find,
I may find an old bass lure, or a spool of fishing line,
from here to wherever, cloudy days or sunshsine,
I'm a yard sale cowboy, on the trail of search and find,
Yea, I'm a yard sale cowboy, ain't no telling what I'll find,

Hey Bud, how much for that there what-cha-ma-call-it?
Naw Naw, Naw, that there thing-a-ma-jig, there next to that do-ma-flitchie,
Yea, Yea, that thinga-ma-jig right there.....ya say three dollars..um-m-m..OK...
I'll take it...here ya go.....and how much for that do-daddy over there?
Yea, yea, right next to those 2 onion skin tires...Uh Huh..yea..well I'll be..
Well yea..I'll take it too...it's something I just can't live without...ha ha ha..

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2009

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I'm going to sing a lullaby
 ~For you my precious one~
 May these words erase all your fears
 ~As night time has now come~
 
 
 These words are sang with starlit skies
 ~To you my precious one~
 So please now close your eyes
 ~Until a new day has begun~
 
 
 Dream of chasing butterflies
 ~My sweet and precious one~
 May you wake to clear bright skies
 ~With many happy days of fun~
 
 
 I sing to you this lullaby
 ~My loving precious one~
 I will always be near to dry each tear
 ~If they ever should happen to come~
 
 
 May I always wake to your beautiful smile
 ~My dear sweet precious one~
 My love for you will reach endless miles
 ~As your lifetime journeys have begun~
 
 
 
Dannyboy:3-20-13 

Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2013

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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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I want to be inspired to write
    a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
    a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
    doing the best I can
        at writing poems
            that have no homes.

I want to be inspired to find
    a cure for this cancer thing;
I want to be inspired to reach
    out for the golden ring;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
    doing the best I can
        at getting by
            with the good old college try.

I want to be inspired to lead
    a revolutionary coup;
I want to be inspired to be
    the best at everything I do;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
    doing the best I can
        to make ends meet
            and not live on the street.

I have the motivation;
I’ll put in the perspiration;
I can give it concentration;
But, I lack the inspiration;

Inspire me.
What will it take to inspire me?

I want to be inspired to write
    a song people really want to sing;
I want to be inspired to compose
    a requiem for the King;
But, I’m just an ordinary man
    doing the best I can
        at writing poems
            that have no homes.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2011