Best Songs Poems
Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party
Eyes, little iridescent stars
Attending to each one, and look there,
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine
Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron?
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine
Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves
Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark
And they become spiders again
Nightingale, the full moon rises
sing me from the Sassafras:
mock the sounds of motors passing,
trill sweet of the small brook's flow,
warble out a troubadour's tale,
call my trembling dear to me.
Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Night Creatures
Nightingale #5
Date: 1/13/15
Wake up every morning,
Knowing it will be the same;
Feel an endless longing,
Inside a rage that can't be tamed.
Haunted in my thinking,
I let my big chance pass;
And with it all believing,
That my song would always last.
Invited to 'The Boot' to hear a band,
Saw a flicker of what I used to be;
A young man lost in his music,
Yesterday that man was me.
I remember making melodies,
The world was in my hands;
But it slipped through my fingers,
I had to grow up and be a man.
Let my hopes just fly away,
All my dreams of entertaining;
Now I'd give any thing to know,
There's still one dream remaining.
Sitting at this restaurant patio,
The guitar's magic in his hands;
His voice is smooth and effortless,
Oh how I wish I was that man.
The joy of being lost in the music,
Alive, young at heart, and free;
The tapping feet and smiling faces,
To see how good your song can be.
Let inhibition just fly away,
He lives the dream of entertaining;
Looks out at the admiring crowd,
Says I got one demo remaining.
Play your songs for all their worth,
Never let them go;
The world is your audience,
Give them your best show.
Don't let your chance pass you by,
You can't stop believing;
Life is in the music,
And love is in the feeling.
Let inhibition just fly away,
I took the one demo remaining;
My soul moved by the music,
Tonight my dream reclaiming!
~Lyric Man
Note: When I was a young musician I had an old guy in the crowd who was really into our set. On a break, he told me that he was just like me years earlier. But he listened to voices telling him he had to grow up and let his dream go. This song is through his eyes. Never let anyone take your dreams. They are real. And they are the secret to really living!!
Scents of love hover and linger
entwined with the autumn wind
long past the morning chill
wrapping me in your comfort and warmth
a taste of honey remains
planted on my once moist lips
the sun seems to be shining a bit brighter
painting a perfect picture on the old fish pond
where a statuesque swan silently swims
light white puffy clouds blow gently by
as I whistle a love song
and gaze into the vast blue sky
I daydream of holding your hand
and of the times
The times we danced
barefoot in fields of daisies
chasing butterflies and dreams
You reaching out to touch my face
our never ending embrace
Laying out, two joined souls
under the moon and stars
wishing that time stood still
owning the night, making it ours
Special memories resonate of our start
as love songs play from my sated heart
The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Bread
Billy Joel and The Grateful Dead
Suzi Quatro, Styx, Kate Bush
Elton John, Yes, Kiss and Rush
Freda Payne, The Brothers Four
Dolly Parton, Sandie Shaw
The Jackson Five and Bruce Springsteen
Elvis Presley, Slade and Queen
David Bowie, The Beach Boys, Sweet
Rose Royce, Madness and The Beat
Dusty Springfield, Fox, Nick Drake
Neil Sedaka, Sparks, Greg Lake
Three Dog Night and The Ramones
Pink Floyd and The Undertones
Blue Öyster Cult, The Dave Clark Five
Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Golden Earring, Argent and
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
Mott The Hoople, E.L.O
Dr. Hook and Status Quo
Skeeter Davis, Iggy Pop
Alice Cooper, ZZ Top
The Rev. Al Green and Steeley Dan
The Who, The Jam and Steeleye Span
The Monkees, Abba, Cream and Free
Lynyrd Skynrd, 10CC
Renaissance, Blondie and The Clash
The Faces, Love and Wishbone Ash
The Moody Blues, Deep Purple, Mud
Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Bob Dylan and The Shangri Las
The Kinks. The Birds. The Doors. The Cars
The Seekers and Roberta Flack
The Drifters, T. Rex, Fleetwood Mac
Tina Turner, Prince, James Brown
..And all the music from Motown.
Romance me with your flirty breeze,
Susurrate songs in leafy trees.
March winds you clash with tidal flows,
Keep waves in hindered highs and lows.
Your power paves a mockery
Of gentleness I long to see.
Won't you return our springtime bliss
Caressing cheeks with tender kiss?
Don't make meek martyrs of the trees
When you uproot them as you please.
Training tornados torrid path
In tempest tears you display wrath,
When all along I know you hold
A sacred spirit of the bold.
So beguile me with tender touch
With wind songs that I love so much,
And I will be your maiden fair;
You may finger my golden hair.
On through autumn our love will grow,
With wayward windy hearts aglow.
9-11-16
Your Best Poem From Any of Laura Loo's Contests - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Laura Loo
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STANDARD CONTEST NO 125,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES Sponsor Brian Strand ~First Place~
My soul understood Lynyrd Skynyrd
Like Ronnie I had monkeys to
Just simple boys chasing life’s joys
With our needles playing our blues
My soul understood Pink Floyd
For I have lived inside the wall
Comfortably numb and ignorantly dumb
Living my life forever tasting the call
My soul understood Nirvana
The White Horse has lived in my stall
I’ve tasted death at the edge of my breath
As my soul just nodded through it all
Like Creed I am my own Prison
No appeal on the docket today
What I learned from John Lennon
We all need to learn how to pray
Morrison took me to the roadhouse
Like Merle they locked me away
And I guess just like Creedence
I’ve seen rain on the sunny day
You know I do love Hank Jr.
Especially when he sings the blues
It seems so many of us just hop on the bus
Forever lost in the Addictions we choose
Sometimes I feel just like Kid Rock
I’m just sitting here in search of myself
I have great respect for Garth Brooks
For his family he put his career on the shelf
Johnny Cash sang of San Quentin
I heard the song in one of its cells
Locked up inside of that medieval prison
You feel like you have made it to hell
Like Jerry Garcia I fried in Berkley
Like Hendrix I dropped acid in my eyes
To this day when I hear Janice Joplin
I just want to break down and cry
The Eagles played the Hotel California
I have led the dance on that Prison yard
Guns & Roses sang of the Jungle
Prison is a world very cold and hard
These are a few of the songs and the makers
Ones that have shared my story and plight
When I die just play dust in the wind
As I ride the stairway to heaven that night
If my song is granted one purpose
And the music I’m allowed to choose
Let it be said that the song in my head
Was country rock with a touch of the blues
And let that song forever tell a story
A horrible story that ended so bright
For when Jesus Christ grants his mercy
Even the most blind can be led to the light
So Lord let my life be your lighthouse
Lord please guide my story as it’s told
And whatever you do Lord I beg of you
Help me stay worthy of the heart that I hold
Your body is lowered into the ground, where you lie in darkness.
My warm tears mingle with December's cold rain... I lament.
War's grip holds me in depression, for this should be my grave.
"TAKE COVER!" you yelled, as your body and your blood fell over me.
My malaise of guilt: you died for me without a "thank you."
I'd give my life to find a doorway to you; my life is just a beautiful lie.
But my fear of death
keeps me from reaching for the door handle.
An alabaster portal that may not allow me in, a wretched sinner.
I have need of paint and brush, for it must be darker to open.
I weep for you, my brother, as my incarnate heart weeps for me.
But my fear of death
staunches my progress; I cower in my shame.
Damn my trembling hand, for the door is only darkened to gray.
My mind, an unassailable weapon against my will; it paints... It paints.
But my fear of death
haunts me; I fall to my knees in mental anguish.
Tears rain down as mortar shells, and flow into the ink of my pen.
I write these words for war mongers to read. "Death is a painful truth."
With labored breath, I brush a final stroke on the door to paint it black.
I am on my way, Captain, for I have found the courage to thank you.
My fear of death
was an illusion to mask the longing for my demise.
The only way I can be free from my fear of death is to let death claim me.
November 9, 2015
I saw you across the room
You were with my best friend
Dancing to a slow song -Harvest Moon
You held her tightly in your arms
Then planted a passionate kiss
Oh Its My Party and i will cry if I want to
Cry if I want to and I did
I was deeply hurt and shocked
If You Could Read My Mind
You would know my hurtful thoughts
Oh my heart aches so badly
So your friend came up to me
He spoke calmly softly
He called me Blue Angel
Said he would never leave me
Feelings he had for me was strongBlue Bayyou
Strong feelings for me
He said "Together we would go
to the BlueBayou where the
sailboats go a float int Blue Bayou
tiny wavelets sang
sonorous songs in delight -
dozing river woke
Second Place in Haiku Or Senyru Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
I love you for the truth you've helped me see,
and for the loving way you look at me.
I love you for the kindness you have shown;
the comfortable togetherness we've known.
I love you for the songs you made me hear,
the times my troubled heart was wrapped in fear,
bright songs of hope that chased away despair,
and brought a smile I hadn't known was there.
I love you for your laugh, your happy ways,
the joy we've shared, and the fun that's filled our days.
I love you for the pride you make me feel in you,
a woman of strength, and my ideal...
A love that makes me stretch and bloom and grow,
the finest kind of love a heart can know.
A spirit is what it is,
sharing yet selfish, starving yet sated,
a humble sky that can erupt into a hurricane,
can be an avalanche on the mountain of confidence,
it will be a maternal calm in a moment of marbled mania,
or shatter the laughter of happiness with the pompous scorn of suspicion,
This element of unapologetic adrenaline is magnetic,
tickles our tastes like a feather of silky sweetness,
shapes the clay of a body's cunning with lust lost in a thirsty lick,
bestows bravery on Jealousy and can make a fool of Devotion,
Destiny is the web of it's dance, Fate the funeral of it's expectations,
Designs dreams and shares tears with Death,
weddings and wars, crimes and kindness are famiar family,
Joy, the breakfast of it's youth,
Determination, the dragon of it's desire,
walks like weather too cool for sunshine
breathes like butter burnin in a salty simmer,
the only force known
to be capable of creation and destruction with equal ease,
Love is the name, Life is the game,
cinnamon on the breath of suspense -
J.A.B.
I'm a writer, not a fighter
sometimes I like to pull an all niter,
getting lost within thoughts in my head
I'm a man, with a plan
who's doing all that he can,
that you can trust by his word once it's said
These old songs that I sing, are now just a fading memory
Of the days when you loved to hear me play
But them ole' tears will start to stream
with those beautiful notes and melodies
knowing you won't hear a single word that I say
I'm strummer, a drummer
a son who loves his mother,
and I still love my father though he's dead
I'm a dreamer, a singer
a no town in between'er
with a heart that's been broke and then bled
These old songs that I sing, are now just a fading memory
Of the days when you loved to hear me play
But them ole' tears will start to stream
with those beautiful notes and melodies
knowing you won't hear a single word that I say
I'm a reader, a leader
an eternal life seeker,
thanking God for every second of life before bed
I'm a tryer, a cryer
a lost love for lifer
who is drowning in the tears that he's shed
These old songs that I sing, are now just a fading memory
Of the days when you loved to hear me play
But them ole' tears will start to stream
with those beautiful notes and melodies
knowing you won't hear a single word that I say
Danny Boy:10-8-13
Like a lily among the thorns,
I found love among the daughters.
Like an apple tree within the wood,
You stand beside still waters.
Sit in the shade with sweet delight,
Your fruit is sweet to taste.
Bring me to the banquet house,
Let there be no haste.
The beams of our house are cedar,
Our bed is clothed in green,
You are the Rose of Sharon,
You are my precious Queen.
His banner over me was love,
His hand around embraces.
But love cannot awaken,
Those till whom it pleases.
You are fair to me my love,
Your face behind the veil.
Your lips a strand of scarlet.
Behold, my love won't fail,
Your breasts are clusters of the vine,
Your desire is for me,
Your breath tastes like sweet wine,
My love for you is free.
Till day breaks and shadows flee,
Till snow goes and winter's past,
Touch my love and turn to me,
Find shelter from the stormy blast.
Like a spring shut up, a fountain sealed,
Like lilies that wither without song,
I reached out to touch my love,
But found that he was gone.
From the Song of Solomon.
Upon these placid waters the wind blows fair,
bream chase waves tossed by boats here, and there,
Crimson vessels slice through crest,
giving channel cats time to rest,
Blue herons walk along picking through perch nest,
murmuring bull frogs make their best rain calls,
Some white owl makes nightly squalls,
using nothing more than stars to light his way,
Mystical mighty cypress trees sway big, and tall,
they too seem to have something to say to all...
For contest 179