A Jailbird Cry”
Have you ever heard a jailbird cry
Its outer body is alive but its inner soul has died In several attempts it try to resuscitate its life
It tries and tries
But its heartbeat is faint and it no longer thrives to stay alive Agony is dressed all over its face
Life had been misplaced by its human mistakes
Mental notions of wishing to retrace those past dates
But its way to late
So the jailbird simmer in the heat of what has been placed on its plate Most just like to debate
But there is a few that can relate of how it got caged inside those gates There is no sweet sound only frowns crying out sorrow
Pushing through the calendar days in hopes of a brighter tomorrow Swallowing its grief to combat the undefeat of confinement Digesting all of its wrongs
Never crying the jailbird hums
Its liberating jailbird song
Have you ever heard a jailbird cry
It tries and tries but its soul just wont abide
There was an old dude lived in Syracuse
Went naked outdoors without an excuse
Got sent off to the looney bin,
Joining both his kith and his kin
Far as I know, he was never let loose.
September 9, 2021
Fierce Arctic blasts were but things of my past
Once I found romance in the south of France.
How could she entrance with one simple glance?
My lonely love fast was over at last.
No longer alone with wine of the Rhone
We shared fresh claret at the Blue Parrot,
Love, I declared it, for her hair carrot
With its golden tone banded with opal stone.
We traveled to Nice to visit my niece
At the Eden Roc and enjoyed sweet talk;
The sand shore we’d walk and watch sailors caulk.
Our joy had to cease when came the police.
I'd made my exit, a jailbird Brexit,
From a Finnish cell much too cold to tell.
It was love’s death knell as law tracked me well.
To be explicit, Finns caught this nitwit.
It is Arctic cold where I will grow old
My crimes to atone ‘til I’m skin and bone.
My heart lives alone with dreams of the Rhone
Where claret is sold; and your hand I hold.
1/30/2019
I'm in love with a jailbird, whether he committed the crime or not.
I hope that he realizes and never forgets that I really love him a lot.
If he were truly my man and asked me to wait for him I would,
Because I know when he gets out he will love me the way that he should.
Jail changes a boy, a man, a guy.
It has them dropping to one knee to pray and even cry.
As I write this, I wonder what he’s doing, I wonder how he is
I wonder if he knows that I will forever only be his.
I know that being a jailbird is one of his problems right now,
But I will be here when he gets out, on this I take a vow.
I would never do anything to hurt him, I love this man too much,
I will be a born again virgin until the day I feel his touch.
He should know that I will always love him with only a love that I can give
He will forever have my heart as long as we both shall live.
They say I should find me a man that'll take care of me,
but all I need is my jailbird, which they can't see.
They'll probably say that I have someone new and that'll be the word,
but forget what you may have heard, because
"I'm in Love With a Jailbird."