Dancing Star
Precious child – Dancing Star -
I created no other star like you;
Precious light your restless feet
Ran across Heaven’s blue;
A rising, shooting star in the midnight soared
You reached up to seek for Heaven’s door.
Precious child you graced the sky
With your fiery glow;
Other stars saw your beauty
But this I wanted you to know
No darkness to overwhelm your light
I held you for all of your life.
Precious child – Dancing star -
How I longed to hear your voice
Welcome my love every day;
How I longed for you to know
I stood by your side, always,
Protecting your star’s light.
Precious child, return to me
I make you whole again.
Wake from darkness.
Wake from sleep.
Now wake up in my light
With eternity in your eyes.
Oh, precious child
Come dance with me through eternity,
No longer waiting to dance with you,
To fill you with my light -
Now, dance with me past the night,
Dance with me in the light.
Come child, dance with me!
Corinne, you took your light from the world too soon.
No one understand the things in my head
I need a release
I need a release
and once again I'm between a pencil and pen
I see the progression
It gets worse every day
I need to catch it
before it's the end
Flooded with emotions
I can't control
Destroy relationships
I long to keep
It's happening again
I wish I could stop it
At least this time
I can get help early
I happens the same time
in the same way
But only this time
it's 8 years apart
The panic
The depression
The anxiety
yet blocking the fear
Needing something
to keep me level headed
to work out everything
that's haunting me
There's a monster in my closet
I have yet to destroy
Lingering and leaving remnants behind
not letting me go
I'm fighting the two opposites
and I'm losing control
But this time I have a better support
I just need to hold on
The urge is there
I need to resist
breathe Corinne
breathe
A few more days
and you'll be on recovery back again
Just stop destroying
everything in your path
Allow the help
stop hiding
stop running
even though no one understands
No one can see the thoughts in my head
and it's hard to get them out
This is my only way
that's why I choose a pen
CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS
Christmas stockings hung neatly in a row
The fire is casting a warm, cheery glow
The tree has now been trimmed to perfection
I sit here relaxed in great reflection
The number of stockings has grown o'er the years
Children and grandchildren added with joyful tears
No longer do they just read Dad and Mom
There's Rachel, Christy, Ginger, and Jon
There's Dwayne and Rob, Jason and Carra
Stephen, Corinne, Liam and Lanna
And then there's Aiden, but he's not the last
'Cause Carra's tummy is expanding real fast
Stockings for the pets are included in it all
They've been part of the family since they were small
But the most important stocking that you will see
Is for Baby Jesus – it's hung on the tree
It's there to remind us of His fateful plight
Death on a cross – He died without fight
His stocking is empty – as is His grave
Because it is we He died to save
So when you hang all your stockings, include Him
Then Christmas will be more joyful, and never grim
And we'll be ever mindful that Jesus is the reason
That we thankfully celebrate each Christmas season
Curtis Moorman
5 November 2011
So many rules
that nobody follows
I don't know what you want me to do
I've disconnected
I write for myself
I can't help what they do
Getting my mind focused
back to my original beliefs
I'll be 6 1/2 years now
but maybe I'll get the real Corinne back
All I can do is try
months alone to do what i need to
to make things right
it's the only thing I can do
She walked, passed by me and smiled,
A smile Monalisa could never equal,
Nor by Diana or any goddess divine
But a smile only she could make.
She moved mountains and hearts with her voice,
Made rainbows bend by her fingers and flowers bloom even in the winter's gloom,
Her eyes seem to twinkle like pearls in the deep Marianas
And her hair danced like bluegrass in the lush meadows,
Her body draped only in silhouette cloth is fantasy for all men,
Her graceful move and her gentle tiptoe make every man sigh. .
I am a simple dreamer as she being my dream,
I being a spectator in your magical opera,
I being a dreamer of an impossible dream to be with you,
Please be mine, be mine,
Corinne.
As we sat in his hospital room,
watching "The Young & Restless", waiting
for the doctor of no good news,
"Corinne and me," he said, "We're
the old and useless." Then he wept to think
in the caregiver home, she'd be
asking "Where is George?"
He wouldn't leave her, ever, and
so he didn't. Later, at home, down by
the garage, affairs in order, one bullet
for her; another for him, real quick,
so she wouldn't have time to wonder
"Where is George?
im just wrinting what comes to my head
Corinne Corinne Corinne Corinne
when i think of you i smile i laugh i look back
i think of how ridiculous you look in my over size hoodie
how cute you look with nikko
your ich dance at kohls
your huge smile when i make you laugh
the way your food can't touch on your plate and how you eat them one at time
your green eyes and how amazing they are when you look in mine
your hair and how much you care about it when it looks good whatever is done to it
how you skate on the ice of so graceful
how your so small and your truck so big
how you scream when i pick you up
how you fall when i tickle your side
how you look in the driver seat
how you look in the passeger seat
the way you say "heeaay"
when you dont laugh and say "that real funny"
when you say "really nick really"
when you get something and say your evil ha ha ha
the way you run away when i chase you
the way you can beat me up
the way you hug me and pull into you
the way you look up at me before we kiss
the way your lips hit mine the sound they make after
the way you say i love you
Corinne
Corinne is a dear long-time friend.
Offers her help to others especially her church friends.
Reliable, she keeps her word.
Intelligently guides.
Noticeably compassionate.
Never late
Excellent person to have as a friend
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010
Poetic form: Name
The Reckless Sleeper
Copyright July 16th 2009 Corinne Curcio
A dream - the landscape
Rambunctious subconscious
Plays hide and seek with your soul
You look for clarity
A crumb of charity
Something to swallow whole
But those in the know look backwards
Light a candle and brighten the sky
The mirror within offers a view
Reckless Sleeper explains it all for you
Dada is ca-ca
And they all agree
Don la chapeau without care
Surrealists love
The trickery of
Art as a farce laid bare
And those in the know look forward
Eat an apple or bake in a pie
The mirror within offers a view
Reckless Sleeper explains it all for you
Twirl me around, Rene Magritte
Pas de deux on the Rue de la Paix
Let's glide down the Seine
Lift your umbrella again
I think it might rain today
And those in the know look sideways
Tie a bow on a bird – watch it fly
The mirror within offers a view
Reckless Sleeper explains it all for you
Based on the painting "The Reckless Sleeper" by Rene Magritte
http://www.tate.org.uk/collection/T/T01/T01122_9.jpg
Strut you hour upon the stage
Then get off!
For Brian Strand's Motto contest
I feel like rising hell
I feel like going back
To where I fell
And yet I don’t
Want a monster
On this bed
Meant for lovers
Or on these
Lips
Or on these
Hips
Or on this
Body
Meant for somebody
I wish.
No I Regret this
Regret us, what we were
I don’t want to meet this fear
And yet, I do last
For a year passed fast
And relieve what we had got
That you forgot.
God!
Just take your
‘I love you like hell’
And burn
Take back
‘You’re the only one’
And tell it to the others
Stop
Flashbacks that brought
‘And if you die-
I wanna die with you’
And bury them up yours
O yes! Now:
She’s your best friend
--I thought I was?
She’s your love for “forever”
--But you told Me that!
She’s surprisingly yummy
--It hurts...
It hurts so badly!
And yet:
Heres my smile,
Sky dreamer
Corrected By Corinne x
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Copyright Corinne Curcio July 29, 2008
I had a lot of Beanie Babies
When they were in style
Those little dust collectors
Always made me smile
But there’s a very special one
With whom I’ll never part
Reminding me of when I was young
And dreams sang in my heart
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
I thought I’d search for fossils
Travel to distant lands
Excavating dinosaurs
Is what I’d always planned
But life had other ideas
Or maybe it was me
Why try to reach beyond my grasp
For what can never be?
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
The grownup is in charge now
But sometimes the child escapes
I sit astride his back
Flying over Cretaceous landscapes
And we glide…. we glide
When I see him on my shelf
I feel a little ache
Perhaps burying my dreams
Was a very big mistake
Can I dig them up again?
A paleontologist at last?
But do I really want to
Start sifting through the past?
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
And we glide, we glide....
This is actually a song
Coney Island Baby
Copyright Corinne Curcio February 21, 2009
http:soundclick.com/share?songid=7362689
Coney Island Baby
Let’s take the subway
Cool off at a Brooklyn beach
On this dreamy steamy day
Coney Island Baby
Glamorous, amorous and fair
Rising from the platinum waves
Aphrodite with windswept hair
Shells on the shore
Sand on our toes
Seahorses dart
Love blooms in our anemone hearts
Coney Island Baby
Let’s go to the Penny Arcade
Stroll the boardwalk, eat ice cream
For you and me this was made
Coney Island Baby
Ride the Ferris Wheel with me
Up in the air, round and round
With the seagulls, wild and free
Laughing with glee
At those below
We’ll fly so high
Touching clouds in the sky
Coney Island Baby
Hear the carousel calliope sound?
Put your arms around me now
Let’s kiss as the red hot sun goes down
Song:
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=7336695
That Was Then, This is Now
Copyright Corinne Curcio February 8, 2009
I once dined in fine restaurants
Saw all the Broadway plays
Lavished gifts on loved ones
Those were halcyon days
Now I eat Mac and Cheese
By the light of the TV
Oh to do the things I please
But that’s no longer my reality
That was then
This is now
I’ll have to make
The best of it somehow
I was young - stylish
Beguiling and thin
Men and women flocked around
For the mere touch of my skin
But friends have gone away
And strangers pass me by
It pains me to know I’ve become
So displeasing to the eye
That was then
This is now
I’ll have to make
The best of it somehow
You can say I wallow in self-pity
And while that may be so
The big picture isn’t pretty
And it looks as though
It might get worse
These cruel cards I’ve been dealt
I no longer care to play
Should I cut my losses and fold
Then simply walk away?
A song:
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=7343758
My Father's House
Copyright Corinne Curcio February 16, 2009
My father's house
His the only voice heard
We all were quiet
So he wouldn't be disturbed
When I was young
And under his roof
All his words were
Absolute Truth
Daddy said "This is the way things are done"
Daddy said "Only men are strong"
Daddy said "Just listen to me
I will teach you right from wrong"
At thirteen
I wouldn't conform
I turned a deaf ear
To his emotional storms
Daddy yelled "No - Loud Rock and Roll
Daddy yelled "No - my daughter's not *****"
Daddy said "No - liberal ideas"
"I won't have that around here"
When I grew up
And left his home
It was then I made
A life of my own
Alzheimers turned him
Meek as a child
He finally became
Sweet and mild
And I said "Yes - I'll bring you to the doctor"
And I said "Yes - they'll take care of you here"
And I said "Yes - everything's all right
From now on you have nothing to fear
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