The lonesome way this evening,
beneath the hush of twilight,
my lonely mind
wants to walk with you.
Come, darling,
do not look back ,
see how serene and lovely
this evening is,
with you and me together.
spreads its branches and
reaches for morning sunlight
forming a bond
Glassy lamp flickers come midnight
to expose her quiet charm
while fingers thumb tingle of brass--
Her sway a quavering string
in beats of harp - plucked interludes ,
gently grating strummed goodbye.
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Your branches hang gnarled
by years of torment
by the winds over time
the climbing of young kids
many battles fought
oh the stories you could tell
if only your branches could speak
you stand alone
in a deserted field
sectioned off by metal chains
someone wants to preserve you
and your beauty
they come by the dozens
to adore you,
but you are lonesome
for their touch
We draw a line across time sand,
I let go of your trembling hand.
You open window on new land,
learn to dry your tear.
Our roads diverge in bleak terrain,
I walk mine rinsed in wistful rain,
each step remembers shared old pain,
and yet here we are.
A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a hummingbird
Sucking pollen from a rose
Then down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "You can pet him...
for- Only fifty cents!"
As I peeked into a stye
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "Where are you flying to"
He replied. "To visit Dr. Suess
Ah, such a dandy with a girl on each arm.
Is it his flaming red hair, or his endearing charm?
Two more behind follow in family extension.
Nice young girls drawn by his questionable intention.
A talked-about scene as they walk down the street,
The townspeople are shocked by this amorous fleet.
Like a barnyard rooster surrounded by hens,
He lives in a fantasy where love merely pretends.
Then, one day, he met the New Age Jezebel.
Rejected, he continued his romance to pursue.
Into her web was where he stumbled and fell,
And for the first time he pledged that his heart would be true.
A single rooster was walking down the road,
When he circled a stone to see what was behind it.
The cock had been young, but he was now growing old.
I wonder why he's searching. I just hope he can find it
1. The Ancestors's Rhyme Royal
A drum still beats within the dusty earth,
The old bones whisper secrets to the wind,
Remembering what gave our spirit birth,
A path modern tongues have left behind.
But history's tune is never truly blind,
For moonlight drips on steel that feeds the past,
And ashes breath a truth built to long last. moment
2. The Clock's Complaint
The hanging clock upon the dusty wall
Does tick and count each moment of the day,
Observing every rise and every fall,
As life and love and laughter pass away.
It measures out the time we spend in play,
And though the hands move on with steady pace,
No hour can ever alter time and space.
3. A Silent Sea
The silent sea reflects the silver moon,
While gentle waves do wash the shore with ease,
Beneath the spell of midnight's sleepy tune.
No sound is heard that might the spirit tease,
But only the soft whispers of the breeze.
The lonely heart finds solace in this sight.
And rests within the quiet, starry night.
The Ballad of H2O (International Version)
He reached his boiling point at one hundred degrees.
When he dropped to zero, he would freeze.
Everything he did, he did just like he oughter,
(in Centigrade) - that's water!
The Ballad of H2O (US Version)
Arriving at two-twelve Fahrenheit,
his roiling bubbles gave steaming flight,
but descending South to thirty-two,
he froze in his tracks. What could he do?
on the lines of 'I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry
Song by Drifting Cowboys and Hank Williams'
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I'm So Lonesome, I Could Cry
Sitting by the window
On a creaky wooden chair
Light fine rain falling since daybreak
I can’t go out and play
I am not a child, I can’t play
Damp grains in the bird feeder
Untouched water in bird bath
Not a bird in sight to watch
It is drizzling since yesterday
Lots of puddles by the tree
I can’t go stamping, I am not a child
Rain wet flowers sway
Fresh like kids after shower
Grass hold onto water drops
Tight like one on first date
I can’t go to collect those shiny
Raindrops lined up on wire, I can’t play
I sit there by the window
I can watch rain all day
No one to disturb me here
No one to ask me out or in
My soul keeps me company, I am good
I’m so lonesome sometimes, I cry
Our childhood home in old Monroe
Is now home to someone I do not know
I knocked once but was left standing
Alone and waiting on the patio
Like when we waited for Dad many years ago
My family sold it when they up and moved away
Under some spell or hopeful for a change
Sometimes people need to go their own way
I saw your childhood home
After a handsome young man had died
Now looks dilapidated
And I don't dare go inside
I stopped next to the gravel driveway
Only to look
But I couldn't take a step or get too close
For I was frozen with fear
That perhaps Id see your injured ghost
Childhood is childhood and cannot last long
Sometimes Love flows in and away too quickly
For us to grab it or hold on
A house is a shell it's people that make it a home
And when they are gone it feels strange and lonesome
I cannot go back home ever again
For those places no longer exist
Except In my head
I thought this noxious pain would abandon my agonized heart after a while
I thought if I could write better it would ease on me
Maybe my tacks were wrong,
I couldn't find my way to exist, still a character of a juvenile
They mocked my will, my reasons, my need to smile
No matter how old, never will be mature enough
I came the last, cried a bit much, been called the spoiled infant
They refused to see the unpleasant substance runs in my veins
That I was a bit too lonesome, compared to the rest.
I tried to hold onto the little ones, they arrived long after me;
Even my eager attempts were not solid enough for them to see.
Now I found my company, he took my solitude, turned "I" to "we"
All I needed is his camaraderie, only his devotion, love, caring
Still feels too great to ask a little sympathy,
From the ones who stood before me
Never have the right to feel, just a naive employee.
Shadowed in mist, she rises
Mountains alive with ancient tales,
Cloaked in faded stories, history
Whispered on the nights in breathless tales
Pastel moments, promises, echoed
Across the horizon, silent dreams
Forgetful mind,
On the lonesome road,
Yet the road I love.
Yearning for what once was
Take me to a time of love that once was
A simpler time just me and you
Sitting under the sun
Daisies a few
Mildew a plenty
Rivers flowing free without any envy
Do you yearn for what once was?
A time and a place just because
Love the way I love
It seems too much
Well for you anyways
Beaten down and haggard
The soul is tired
So much love to give
Disregarded just because
You blame me for my love
The love given to you
So carefree and willing
To my lonesome grave I go
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