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God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
Long brown hair and big brown eyes,
I'll take you on an exciting ride,
to the big beautiful countryside.
Get ready to hang on tight.
Gonna give you the ride of your life.
Hair whippin' wild in the wind,
hangin' out with my country friends.
This is where the fun begins.
Raised up on fried chicken and red beans,
sporting my tight fittin' jeans.
God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
We can sit on the front porch swing,
maybe sing or even daydream.
Gonna have a mighty fine time,
sippin' on that strawberry wine.
Gonna live a mighty long time,
on this beautiful countryside.
Boy, I hope you enjoy the ride with me,
maybe we'll go fishing or even swimming,
watch the crane spread it's wings.
Ducks gathering on the big wide open pond,
lovebirds making a bond.
Yes, God knows I'm a country girl.
There is one last thing I have to say.
Barefoot and fancy free,
plain as the big outdoors I will be.
Why don't you take a ride with me?
Let me show you the big fine country.
With the December snow falling lightly around us,
It graced our skin as we walked along lighted Christmas streets.
I remember seeing your breath as I held you close,
You and I together in the moment in the stillness of such a beautiful peace.
Who would have looked at us and guessed that this would be our last?
The last time together in a lover’s bliss.
My God how everything had happened so fast.
All I have left now is you to miss.
As I walk these streets now it’s just alone.
My tears hit the ground and are swallowed by the snow.
The house we had now has no chance to be a home.
Your so far away I’m left here just to roam.
So many everlasting moments we had are still here to serenade me.
My eyes misted there’s so much that I can’t believe.
There was much more to us then what was a use to be.
I love how you haunt my dreams when I’m sleeping.
How can all we had turn to dust and fall into just memories.
How I wish you were here with me.
Trapped in this sorrow will I never be free?
Then I thought I had seen you the other day.
In the kitchen with coffee quietly reading.
You had that beautiful smile on your face.
Yet I was unable to touch what I thought my eyes were seeing.
There are times when I smell your perfume in the air.
This is how I know you’re my angel still there to caress me.
I still leave you love letters on the pillow though you’re not there.
It’s so hard to stop a heart when it‘s use to its loving routine
I nearly broke when I looked in the mirror.
Just a shell of the happiness that now I can’t see.
Maybe someday I’ll understand a little more clearly.
All about why you were taken so quickly from me.
So many everlasting moments we had are still here to serenade me.
My eyes misted there’s so much that I can’t believe.
There was much more to us then what was a use to be.
I love how you haunt my dreams when I’m sleeping.
How can all we had turn to dust and fall into just memories.
How I wish you were here with me.
Trapped in this sorrow will I never be free.
A beautiful night
In the blue skies I die
Why I try to better your cries
A beautiful night
In the truth I strive
For what I realize
In this beautiful night
A halo of dreams
It all comes to end
And when my balance offends
My decisions to blend
There is no escape to pend
Whether or whether not I bend
To mend with days of disbelief
The failures I achieve to circulate and lead
The hemp around my neck may bleed
And when I have found my peace, I leave
Keep my determination at my sleeves
The facts at the end of my beard I scratch
My spirit and soul seem to be at a mitch-match
At twenty-two it’s a catch
The cache is you’re twenty-two
Which means it resides within you
The memories of the holidays I wished to pursue
Broken news is nothing new
Ever shall I do
Emotions are a motive
Purposely affiliated with going unnoticed
When on all your desires you seem to only focus
And against the wind
You assume you can maneuver some hocus pocus
To become a Brutus locust
You assume you can shoulder us
Out of proportion you can only folder trust
Hold out for a colder thrust
I told her I must
Her own passion out sold her for lust
Once in a meadow there lived hippie Sue
Hippie Tony and hippie Jim lived there too
There sitting smoking was hippie Jack
Making joints from the buds in his hippie rucksack
There was Hippie Emma who cooked the meal
and hippie Ray who helped her peel
Hippie Sarah played all day on her guitar
toking on Smokey Blues magic cigar
They danced all night from the break of dawn
and lay in the sun in the early morn
They all swam naked in a nearby lake
after acid fuelled trips they would take
They believed in peace and stopping the war
They didn't know what all the fighting was for
Hippie Sue would sit hugging her favourite tree
Hippie Lou would sit making Jewelery
They would take all their wears to market to sell
From colourful robes to a painted shell
They lived in the meadow in a giant tee'pee
Young and naked, beautiful and free
They would dance and sing songs about the day
when freedom would come and war go away
News travelled far of this peaceful community
people came near and far all wanting to be free
As this village soon grew of people from near and far
something happened that was a little bizzare
People started to wonder what they were fighting for
and soon it became the end of war
This hippie meadow was full of different races
of hippie people from all different places
Hippie Lou taught people the meaning of how to live
Hippie Sue taught people the meaning of how to give
Hippie Jim taught people who didn't know how to share
Hippie Ray taught people who didn't know how to care
This was a beautiful sunny hippie paradise
A way of living together simple but nice
This place will still be forever there
Hippie Jim sitting waiting for stories to share
But you don't need a map just a hippie heart
You've known how to get there from the start!
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A Song from my book in progress - The Boatman’s Song
Its part 1 to 26 already on Poetrysoup.
NOTE: For my Poetry Soup friends: I may not be posting any comments and new
Poems from 18th Feb onwards owing to a minor eye surgery I would be under going
On 19th or 20th. Feb. As such I hope to resume my writings around Feb. last. Till then
I would be taking a short leave from all of you. With love……. Ravindra
A Song
O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
How blooming you feel in the wake of spring
My heart is still in the grip of autumn
Trying to wipe out the hidden agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains
O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
The Earth is spreading its beauty in the colors of spring
And yellow flowers of mustard are singing a tune of love
The Sun has started spreading bright light on everyone
To wipe out some of my agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains
O beautiful indicator of the season of Vasant*
The colors of Holi* are waiting to get mingled in water
And the beloved hearts are trying to embrace their lovers
Dipped with the heart touching color of Tesu*
Which arouses powerful sensations in every lover
To get lost in the arms or dreams of their beloved
To wipe out some of my agonies and pains
I am waiting for the clouds to shower some rains
Ravindra
Kanpur India 15th February 2010
rkkapoor@sancharnet.in
*Vasant = Spring
*Ritu = Season
Holi* = Color festival of Hindus in which water colors made from flower
Tesu only used to be played to truly celebrate Holi. Use of other
types of colors are a distorted form of Holi and should not be played.
*Tesu = A natural flower which leaves its colors when dipped about 12 hours
Have a beautiful enchanting effect on the skin and mind of its players.
Now very rarely used during Holi in India, but it leaves a lasting
impressions on the one who plays Holi from Tesu colors.
I don't mind if you're not beautiful to those who only look outside of you
that's the only part that humans realize before they really see you
but Im alive and know I know I took my time to know you inside and out
so Im wonderless and im finding out that your beautiful eyes are still out there
I'll feel alright when you say you feel the same
but how can we feel this way,living five hundred miles away?
Im dying out here by myself,do you care do you even hear my heart shatter
will you catch the pieces when they fall
and will I ever see you when I come back home