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Singing a New Song

           Singing a New Song


	Today I heard a country song
	I hadn’t heard for many years
	I closed my eyes and felt the pain
	Rememb’ring when we shared our love
	Before the days that broke my heart
	The memory filled these eyes with tears

	My cheeks were wet with spilling tears
	the singer singing her sad song
	As emptiness invades my heart
	I gazed down on the lonely years
	For I no longer have your love
	And fear I cannot bear the pain

	It is a low and cutting pain
	My eyes they shed a million tears
	As the sad tale of our lost love
	Is captured in the singer’s song
	I wonder just how many years
	To mend a shattered broken heart

	But will it ever mend, this heart
	Repair itself and ease the pain
	I think of all the wasted years
	Of all the bleak and useless tears
	Just like the lyrics of the song
	A troubled, doomed and hopeless love

	If you came back to claim my love
	could I entrust you with my  heart?
	Or, like the woman in the song
	Would your return bring only pain?
	My life forever filled with tears
	Throughout more long and lonely years

	And would it be as in past years
	You’d pour contempt on my true love
	You’d laugh at all my pleading tears
	And ridicule my breaking heart.
	I must find strength to conquer pain
	And live no more this mournful song

	No wasted years, no cruel false heart
	Disloyal love or wounding pain
	No hurt or tears in my new song



Sestina----1-song 2-years 3-pain 4-love 5-heart 6-tears









Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010

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Happiness and Joy

Never will another season bring so much joy
A feeling of love, togetherness and happiness
Ring out them festal bells and let’s be jolly
A savior was born, condescended, we are happy
We go to church, offer praise most joyful
Screams of delight, Children playing happily

Lovers holding hands gazing happily
At the beautiful sites, mountain's peaks, rivers of joy
Birds singing sweetly in the air, their songs so melodious and joyful
Every home, through their windows flowing sounds of rapture and happiness
The drunk on the street had one wish to make him happy
Give me some rum, he said, that will make me good and jolly

I played this song last night and it is so fitting, for the topic says Joyful, Joyful
It’s the season of good cheer, a time to give, to dance, to eat and be jolly
Only you can determine your level of happiness
To give of your means it is easy, but to give of yourself many cannot do this happily
Give without grudge, with no intention to receive, that's how giving becomes a joy
To exercise these gems will cleanse the soul; give warm feelings, make us happy

Laughter in the trees, laughter in the breeze, season of laughter, everyone is happy
Gift for baby, gift for mommy, gift for daddy, even the cats and dogs had to be joyful
What the world craves, so elusive for some, thank God in His love, we find great joy
Come one come all let’s jump on the bandwaggon, riding the coach called Super Jolly
The invitation is out, don’t settle in doubt, cast off your cares, ride with us, happily
Great people great love, warmth, sharing caring, all things good gives you happiness

Take friends, co-workers and fellow poets, toss in this great soup pot of happiness
Recycle love, make this world wonderful, song writer says, ‘don’t worry, be happy’
The world needs people who are positive, will see the best in others happily
A smile, a word of cheer, a few words of encouragement, make another’s day joyful
‘Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way’, what good is that if we are not jolly
The Lord has come, so unto this world be peace, love, and most important of all, joy

There is truth and beauty in the person with happiness, looking radiant and joyful
I would give my money just to be happy, to see my loved ones and friends real jolly
Luxury of life I would trade off hapilly, to have the thing the world craves for, joy




Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2010

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HOWLWEEN AND MEOWWEEN

Halloween is not just for kids...
what about those gorgeous pets
that we snuggle, love, kiss and willfully spoil?
Shouldn't they have their own
special Howlween and Meowween
with treats never tasted in a bright party hall?



I love pets as you all do, and with loving and tender care    
I spoil them with warm clothes and matching shoes;
a wool hat and tiny gloves to keep them from frost!
Look at them, aren't they adorable and look sharper 
than the less-loved pets that are bored with their blues?  
Can you compare a well-groomed one to a scruffy one? 



On this coming Halloween, dress up your pets for success,
disregard the dumb looks of certain unintelligent folks,
they never see humor in anyone or anything, and they can't laugh
at these cuties that have a ton of affection on their mellow faces;
what would they do to be patted or be cuddled in their embrace?
They would give them their howleen and neowween for a soft caress!



And on every street people walk their dogs and cats dressed like mine,
what a surprise to watch this parade of adorable pets that look up and smile!
They will never know who was the genius behind all this, but gently and happily they stroll!
So who's to say that Halloween isn't for them? They're like our children who delight our soul!
And on each Halloween night, let them out, and let them do their Howlween and Meowween,
to enjoy the Halloween celebration, but tomorrow they'll not remember where they had been!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

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MARY WAS THE POETESS

Mary was the poetess
who loved handsome Franco, 
the tall Neapolitan orchestra leader;
and in Naples they met:
at The Galleria Umberto,
under the surveillance of my father...  


Mary was barely eigtheen,
and writing was her only passion;
even her big, hazel eyes were
as light as the Tyrannean Sea in summer,
somehow too melanchonic as a fading moon,
which longed more for a friend than a lover!


Her first song was recorded in Milan, with a brilliant
production of composer Angelo Camis; 
that song became quite popular in Capo D'Istria,
and in all the booth-shaped Italian Peninsula!
Ermanna Melli from the city of Forli was the artist
with that mellow, sensual and expressive voice!


" What's this desire? " a delicate and spontaneous love song,
captured a large audience, both young and old...
it was a song telling of the emotions of a young heart too naive,
falling in love with someone much older that she was, indeed;
and it made many people cry, perhaps recalling the time 
they fell for someone as special and gorgeous as Mary's dream guy! 


Mary, your song still plays on the airwaves of that radio station and although
you no longer sing it in the manner of a famous virtuoso:  the visions 
of your past life become too real as you performed it by surprise;
it is the jewel you left on earth for us to remember you by,
and it immesely dazzles like every rainbow in the Capri's sky...
when an unknown tenor improvises his impassioned aria with an absolute sorrow!  


Mary was the poetess who dedicted her time
writing about love, but never found it in reality;
she was my oldest sister inspiring me with her creativity! 
Mary had the potential of becoming great and shine,
but the tides turned abruptly and fate wasn't kind:
even today, her fearless voice comes alive through her  poetry!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

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NOBLE TROUBADOUR

Noble troubadour making untrue verse,
while traveling from town to town on the dustiest roads,
reciting the lamenting lyrics to yourself,
and the echo is louder than words of folly growing within;
hold your anger inside, let it explode
in the castle's Great Hall, where all will listen, indeed! 



Monarchy is an undefeatable fortress,
and below you seem not to fret;
enter it when the trumpets announce
the king's arrival in a golden coach
pulled by stallions who snort at your sight,
but you fearlessly follow them before the wooden gate closes on the bridge.



Noble troubadour decrying a denied liberty, making
your living writing undesirable, undeserved odes,
you're forced to lie and please your demanding king
who manipulates your behavior by tight strings;
should you offer no praises or allegiance to the crown...
you'll be charged with disloyalty and treason! See yourself in the torture room!



There's a limit to your patience bearing the guilt,
and be able to lift it off your chest...it will crush you under its weight,
until your reason turns into discernible madness,
and rising up from your sore knees, you'll relinquish your duty...
to regain your freedom from a kingdom built on obedience and vanity;
and what will be the the outcome of your refusal to bow down?...The peace of a free spirit!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

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Monty's Sestina

Light the candles, or nevermind!
Burn the witch! Watch him go up in fire!
And now for something completely different...
I used to rule the world, seas rose with my word before I died
All elephants’ paradises one and the same
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose this afternoon

Putting on my red dress for after the afternoon
Everyone is gay now, but nevermind
The broken smile on her face the same
As yesterday, taken away to the dark side of fire
You sung on radio, in video you died
And now for something completely different...

And now for something completely different...
Wilted roses filling our stage this afternoon
Easy come, easy go, your love all I wanted, I think I died
I’m locked inside your heart-shaped box, but nevermind,
Bringing me out the dark, starting in my heart, a fire
To stay up all night to have fun, up all night to get some, every reason the same.

We’re one, but we’re not the same
And now for something completely different...
I was born sick in the fire
Closing walls and ticking clocks in the afternoon
Polly wants a cracker? Nevermind!
I want to have control, to have a perfect soul. If only she died…

My shadow’s over you until you die
She tied you to her kitchen chair to make you the same
Bruises on your fruit! Nevermind.
And now for something completely different...
What’s love but a second-hand emotion for the afternoon?
Chinese psychic spies and silver-screen girls from Sweden in the fire

Why does the world say we started the fire?
Don’t they realize the music’s always died?
Why do we switch the channels every Sunday afternoon?
The candidates will always be the same…
And now for something completely different...
Oh well, whatever, nevermind…

Memoria, memoria, every afternoon; doused in bleach? Nevermind!
Gods’ minds aren’t fire, they’re ice; for them, every person is the same
You and I? We were born to die! And now for something completely different...

Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2017