Best Browne Poems
La...la..
yea..yea..
Far as long as I can remember,
you were always with me through December,
Has I walk the lonely roads of November,
I can know longer remember,
our coffee morning conversations,
our dreams, our obsessions,
they're all a blur to me now,
grief as finally won.
Never knew I needed you,
never knew I couldn't cope without you,
has the days get shorter,
the nights get longer,
the darkness stays a while longer,
I sit and wonder,
if you knew,
I needed you,
never knew I needed you.
I remember laying in my bed,
with my phone in hand,
Pillow under my head,
as I listened to my favourite band,
before you would buzz,
a hello beautiful or a hey hun,
Those days, there gone,
no longer available to me,
I now listen to music alone.
Never knew I needed you,
never knew I couldn't cope without you,
has the days get shorter,
the nights get longer,
the darkness stays a while longer,
I sit and wonder,
if you knew,
I needed you,
i never knew i needed you,
baby I need you.
Has the days get shorter,
the nights get longer,
the darkness stays a while longer,
I needed you,
I never knew I needed you.
as you stay up above,
I'm sending you all my love,
I needed you, to need me too,
don't forget the day you left,
you left your heart behind,
with tears she tries to hide,
with the pain she locks inside,
all because you said goodbye,
Never knew I needed you,
I never knew I needed you,
baby I need you,
needed you,
la la la,
oh I needed you,
Song lyrics by Davina Browne
14/10/2014
inspired by a dearest friend passing away,
forever in my heart babe x?x
"The Repeat of Fate"
Deep buried in a dead forest
I hadn’t heard of before,
Wycoller lies in ruins, barren
no trees nor foliage remain,
no tenant can be found,
but here I am
like a ghost glued
fast as a succubus to its walls
rain like poetry falls hard
the wind stinging the loveless hymn’s
continuous tin-hitting torrent to breathe
and it fills its chanting monkish boned gutters
with pages of leaves, rivulets cascade
burning like copper-coloured tears
like rusty blood the signature stains
down and over and through
its windows’ broken panes
pink-eyed writing stories, still life,
falling like laced crimson snowflakes
melting to sleet the messy sludge
sliding down its unchaste whitewashed sides
to be scraped away the scarlet lye
and underneath the nails that pierce
the sharp words tightly furled
like Rochester waits
torn on his wuthering
cliffs of heath;
which one am I?
which word?
which name?
the repeat of fate?
Unsaved by the Wildfell grace,
a small but loud device
runs with its unthinking heartless mouth.
On Pendle
a daughter seals her
mother’s fate;
too soon
it is opened,
the closed Malkin gate
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“Jennet Device, Daughter of Elizabeth Device, late wife of John Device, of the Forrest of Pendle aforesaid widow, confesseth and saith, that her said mother is a witch, and that this shee knoweth to be true; for, that shee had seens her spirit sundrie times come unto her said mother in her owne house, called Malking-Tower, in the likenesse of a browne dogge, which shee called Ball; and at one time amongst others, the said Ball did aske this examinates mother what she would have him to doe; and this examinates mother answered, that she would have the said Ball to helpe her to kill John Robinson of Barley, alias Swyer: by helpe of which said Ball, the said swyer was killed by witch-craft accordingly; and that this examinates mother continued a witch for these three or foure yeares last past.”
lye/lie.
© 2011 (Jim Sularz)
(Dedicated to my Brother-in-Law: William L. Browne III (1959-2011)
who drowned in the Colorado River when visting family and friends
on a fishing trip. Bill was found 4 months later.)
Let it be known, in memoriam, that he is loved.
And any earthly bonds that shaped his soul,
is now a wide river flowing,
to a distant Heaven bestowed.
He could have walked a much longer path,
and would have paused again, with a hearty laugh.
But, when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
– it marked this hour, for him to go.
Don’t cry for him, with welling tears upset,
but celebrate his fulfilled years, instead.
When the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved his gift of life ahead.
For loving sons, family, friends and beloved wife,
he leaves cherished memories, a faithful man’s insight.
And when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved him gently, to Everlasting Life!
Dead end jobs,
We all got those,
The ones that hurt your feet
And the bottom of your souls,
Customers complain ***** and moan,
For items that have been long gone,
Get hot headed when their sizes are not in,
We have to stand and hold in our screams,
Keep our cool, when really we just want to say,
Hey why don't you walk in my shoes If it just for a day,
Just for a while maybe you'll see,
We got more problems then just your sizes,
Come on jump in my shoes, I be happy to do it for you,
To feel a day with no pain,
Maybe to smile truly stunning, then this faked smile,
So before you moan about all the silly stuff,
Take a look at the staff,
Some are hiding most pain,
In shed of moaning why don't you say,
Hey are you okay.
Written by Davina Browne
25 / 01 / 15
I dated Mary Browne from out of town
She was a lovely lass.
She'd auburn hair and freckles and a perky little ass .
The donkey carried her to Sunday school
And all seemed well and bright.
The lads were green with envy , especially Parson White .
But big Bob Gray , on that fateful day
Said ; " WOW !!!, she'd grace my bed.
As he thrust his lusty hand at her,the poor girl turned bright red.
Her ass was having none of this,
He heehawed ... heehawed... " Don't dare " !!!
And with a flick , lashed out a kick
Now Bob Gray is gone much greyer .
His eyes are now pink bloodshot .
His groin is black and blue .
But now he sings soprano , from the very last church pew .
Then Sheriff Green came on the scene
Not knowing what to do
Said "never mind , I'm colour blind , can't tell my pink from blue.
My amber , mauve or lilac could be torquise , white or brown ,
So saddle up your donkey and get your ass out of my town".
For Olajide's color blindness contest .
There's a place that I call home,
it's where all my memories Rome,
the door frame even has nooks,
from where my mum watched us grow,
over the years and I can't believe,
I'm still the same height has I was when I was 13,
I no longer live with my mum for I have my own home,
but really there's no place like home.
Written by Davina Browne
25/01/2015
It's hard I know for sure.
But find your inner strength,
And stand tall, you are beauitful,
Speck out in your silence,
Don't hind the brushes on your skin,
Your a warrior to this battle ground,
Your fighting in
Fight for your rights to speck,
Ink your skin with the words surviver, not vitum,
Your scars scream,
I know mine do,
But never suffer alone in your silence,
Your more likely to feel doomed alone in your room,
Don't let there words district your thinking,
Because emotional abuse,
Affects you too,
When they tell you ,
You can't sing or be anything,
Sing these words over and over,
I will not fall to my knees,
I will not let these tears mark my skin,
You may hurt me psychology and emotionally,
But I will not give in,
I will fight back again,
And just you wait,
Because I'm stronger then I was before,
Put your hands high in the sky,
If you have been affected by silence,
If you know someone who you think is going through silence,
It's not time to hide your shame your not to blame,
You didn't diserver it, or make the person do it,
If the person loves you they would not hurt you.
Open the eyes once blacked by the fists of toture.
Because one in five woman. Die at the hands of a lover. That is every 30 minutes of a passing hour.
So stand tall do not cower.
Written by Davina Browne 16/10/15
I haven't been through silence but I have known someone who has.
Screaming inside myself,
I no longer want to deal with the pain,
I have forgotten who I am,
What was my purposs on this earth,
Was it to live a life time of pain, shame,
I'm screaming in the dark,
Has my life falls apart,
Screaming at myself,
For I wasn't strong enough,
To stay on my life's path,
My refection Is looking back at me,
Who is she, I don't remember,
I no longer see the happiness in her eyes,
I only see the tears she cries,
She sad and broken down,
I'm screaming in the dark,
Has my life falls apart,
Screaming at myself,
For I wasn't strong enough,
To stay on my life's path,
I have locked my self away,
Away from all the pain,
My eyes show no life,
All my hopes vanish in the dark,
All my dreams disabled by the dark.
I'm screaming in the dark,
Has my life falls apart,
Screaming at myself,
For I wasn't strong enough,
To stay on my life's path,
Written by Davina Browne
27/01/15
Boy it's so hard, to sit here and be your friend,
Watching you laugh and flirt, oh how that hurts my heart,
MY feelings have grown over a short time, boy I just want you to be mine,
But I'm sat back in this friend zone.
our forbidden love, it's like the forbidden fruit, But boy you make my heart sing tunes, oh the tunes I'm feeling, I can always look but baby I can never touch,
You’re my forbidden fruit, so our love will always, be our forbidden love, oh... Forbidden love...
The friend zone it's quite dear, I sit here and the rhyme is gone out of my heart,
My tunes are turning blue, the melody has turned sad and slow,
Please reach out your hand, and take me back out of this friend zone.
Baby oh... I need the rhyme back, oh please hold me and bring it all back.
I don't see why we have to hind, our love inside, I would move mountains to be by your side, I will dry up rivers not to see you cry, I long to be the strength you need, so take my hand, don't let it fall by your side, pick up your hand baby, come save my life.
Our forbidden love . . . it's like the forbidden fruit baby . . . But boy you make this heart of mine sing... The tunes it's singing, only if you can hear it... oh hear it, it's... calling for you. Baby, only for you, my forbidden fruit,
Our forbidden love....
song lyrics about a forbidden friendship love, to my cakes you will always have a special place here in my heart,
written by Davina browne
sometime in 2014
Magic Beans come in all sorts of colours and favors,
Some are sour,
some are sweet,
some are the ones you do not eat,
In my bag of magic beans,
Drip your hand in,
see what color you discover,
The colour red,
Will embed thoughts like thread to a sewing machine,
And sometimes instead bring back memories of the dead.
Then green this bean can make you envy appear obscene,
unclean.
This blue bean will help you find your field of view,
which would make you tried and true,
Here if your lucky to get a yellow,
You will appear in fields of blooming daisys of yellow,
where you will meet and say hello to a old fellow,
to bellow in the mellows of yellow,
If your hand drips in deep,
you might just get pink,
Pink will have a affect that will make your lips - sync with another will help you discover your missing other,
Black is a darkness bean,
it can bring on flash backs of your pass,
can make you have an anxiety attack,
will make you wanna fight back all because this bean is black,
This bean is brown,
some might say this bean has the power to break you down,
make you frown,
You be very pleased with the bean of white,
This bean will make you polite,
bring to you, you're guiding light,
even give you second sight,
in its sweetness light,
The transparent bean,
Can make you feel absent like your soul is souring in the sky,
Last we have purple,
This bean can be found to be hurtful,
For it very verbal, for it can affect your internal surface purpose,
for you stand in this universe.
For the magic bean contest held by Linda
written by Davina Browne
25 / 01 / 15
“Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They’ve been going at it all night long”
While I’m sitting here alone
To no one’s surprise
That’s a common theme in my life’s song
“Well I’m running down the road trying to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on my mind”
It’s hard to stop and think
With my libido on the blink
Peace and quiet is so hard for me to find
In my psychedelic world
Where variety gives me all my thrills
The words of my first grade teacher
Sound so obscene:
“Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There’s no need to see flowers any other way
Then the way they always have been seen”
“And I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
goin’ home”
But my women troubles stay
In the next room the loud couple still play
And the words of the psychedelic flower hater
Won’t leave me alone
Paul Simon – “Lincoln Duncan”
Jackson Browne – “Take It Easy” (also performed by The Eagles)
Harry Chapin – “Flowers Are Red”
Simon and Garfunkel – “The Boxer”
"50 Words for Poe: Rouge"
Rouge, sweet stains
the bleeding mouth of the brain
Green poison from
the tongue of envy a postal note from Hell
Rouge makes a bed
with an enemy
Knife slices the insipid pale
in the bucket lies Hell's abysmal fail
Rouge, dances in 3 inch sharp knives
Rouge, slices lips and rips through black the widower's widow's veils
Rouge Stilettos 'round a slick Rouge Rue Pole
Slices through a dullard’s mind, eats it like Hot Creole
Diamond eyes smiles
Dark Vermillion gives a deep twist
There’s the knife
She’s wearing the cache
a glistening string of rare pearls
Silver Lady on the Open Road
purrs
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
(Notes on Murder Methodology from the Infernal Dante Dungeon)
https://youtu.be/jXVADFT6m1g
LOW/Candy Girl
"What songs the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, although puzzling questions are not beyond all conjecture."
– Sir Thomas Browne, "Urn-Burial"
“You can’t train a monkey new tricks, inevitably bare feet runs the wild in the beast’s blood” Anonymous
“Perdidit antiquum litera prima sonum”
1. Cache
2. Rue
3. Rouge
4. Ratiocination
I knew you would break my heart,
the magic we both felt,
when our hands touched,
the supernatural connection,
I hope you felt the electrical thrill too,
the delightful sensation overwhelmed my heart,
it's sparked an emotion in me,
has you captivating stole my heart,
like a mysterious voodoo ritual,
the attachment was exquisitely moving,
breath taking attraction,
my instincts jumped into action,
the charismatic charm concern my heart,
I knew one day you would break my heart,
witchcraft tricks will not fix this encrypted heart,
you’re the only one that passed,
you unravel your heart,
you found the special key,
to unlock and released me,
wriiten by Davina browne
back in 2014 to a special friend jac cakes who helped me see the beauty that I was
forever your friend jaco
Good Friday Gratitude to Settlers
Columbus gave it lip service
He loved the Virgin Mary
Almost knew Jesus Christ
Could not have had the Holy Spirit Fire
Today, or any hour of night and day,
Brian Houston’s Ministry covers the Globe
With youth singing out heart and soul
To Christ, though disguised in flesh, Creator
Himself, always meant to bring us closer
As I sing daily with Brooke Ligertwood,
“What a Beautiful Name It Is, The Name of Jesus.”
Now, Rodney, that brother
Knows the Holy Spirit (Rodney Howard-Browne)
Missionary to America in 1984
Started holy fires in Brownsville, Toronto Airport, the Garden
Who would have known it in 1492 and 1652?
God is still on the throne
Knew it when he prepared Africa for Howard-Browne
It is always right to give thanks
(If only to see how God sees)
More: gratitude reshapes history;
Saved me tons in therapy
We love forgiveness, and from Jesus,
But we justify NOT forgiving "our favorite enemy!"
That's the big picture ... now the small picture:
My mother bleeds; your sisters & families bleed
And our grand-daddies slaved away on ships and plantations
And some were called the worst names …
(And what do you think our sins did to Jesus?)
God is always urging we sing with Brian, Brooke, Rodney, and Hillsong
What a beautiful Name It Is
The name of Jesus Christ My King
Nothing can stand against
This powerful Name is your shield and buckler
(It has been my Healer, more than any teacher or doctor)
Never leave home (or your marriage) without Jesus
Our Loving Abba-Father
Who turns every bad day into Good Friday
He who spoke beauties into life
Dies daily to save His creatures, even this selfish man,
For the Fire of Spirit inside each man and woman
Must be unleashed for a New Heaven-New Earth ...
Jesus was willing to count on me. And you?
You took off in the wind,
You floated on the breeze,
As the trees lost their leafs,
Gently they flooded down,
Falling from the trees to the ground,
The rash of wind,
Touched my hair,
Like gentle fingers,
And I knew you was there,
I imagine you there,
On the winds to forever,
The gentle breeze,
Brushed my cheek,
Making my tears leak,
Then I knew you couldn't stay,
On the winds to forever,
The smoothest downwind stroked my hand,
And I knew that you was leaving,
Because you let go of my hand,
On the winds to forever,
As the sunlight beamed through the clouds,
There you stood, a little transparent but so sad,
My legs took flight as they run towards you,
Before you could go,
But you welcomed me as I stood in front of you,
The wind rotated me as your arms came to embrace me,
My hair floated in the rotating wind,
My lips froze as the gentle wind was cold,
Like the first frost when morning broke,
When you pressed your lips against mine,
This was your way of saying goodbye,
Tears embrace my cheeks with our final kiss,
I will forever miss,
My dearest friend,
Float on your winds to forever,
written by Davina browne,
inspired by my muse my dearest friend, rest in peace love, forever your friend.
08/02/15