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Original song: Go In Peace written by Sam Baker
Go and see what's waiting for you
Go and hear sweet angel's sing
I will come, and I'll be with you
When my time here is through
Then I'll fly above the stars
Away from sorrow, away from pain
To the place my heart longs for
To be with you, with you again
Go on wings of birds or angels
Nevermind,I know you'll fly
Your soul is light, no burdens hold you
Even my arms that held you tight
Like a butterfly you flew
Away from me but to your home
And although I ache to hold you
I have faith, I have hope
So don't look behind you darling
Fly straight and fly true
To strong arms that hold you safer
Then these arms ever could.
And if you do look down at me
From your heights of joy above
Don't be sad , don't be angry
Please forgive this mother's love
Foreword: This poem is inspired by F. Chopin's Ballade in G Minor op. 23 and the anime "Your Lie in April". The number are timestamps from a video of that performance so that you can imagine and feel the lines more. Try listening to it while reading this poem.
Note (for a contest): Aside from what's stated in the foreword, this poem is trophy-worthy because of its form & delivery. :)
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The first note resounds in the room
Slowly pronouncing its every chord;
Cautiously, but gently it's played,
Its sound deep but sincere
The melody gradually grows
Louder but gracefully flows
Careful to keep in tune
In rhythm like a metronome
They say you've no heart
A mechanical robot that's programmed
But witness thy playing
Pouring out its emotions and feelings
The piano's speaking
It tells a tale of beginning
How it felt so monotonous
Gray and hopeless
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It tells a tale of renewal
Everything filled with color
As chords turn to melodies
Intricate and delicate
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Then it changes course
As the sounds tend to skip
A happy tune is being played
A perfect harmony
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But all good things must come to an end
The music shifts into dissonance
The dynamics got intense
What was once piano became forte
[6:59-7:32]
Thy piano called out to you
And you looked back
You smiled one last time
And looked on ahead
[7:33-8:35]
The music went on
You started to fade away
As the notes came rushing in
Like angry waves of a storm
The notes kept ringing
And lights shot everywhere
As the melody reached its crest
You were gone like a mirage
Devastated and low
I tried to play once more
Hoping for you to come back
And try to tease me more
One more time, please
That's all I ask of you
The melody reached its end
But all I think of is you
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The music seemed to stop
For there was no more of you
But I begged for a few more notes
An encore for you
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Though with all my might
As I play those final notes
You never did come back
And there I played my last note.
Good-bye.
What happens when it happens
do you throw a fit
get so angry you can't spit
burst inside till you split
scream and curse like a dimwit
hurt anyone you deem not legit
crawl into a bottomless pit
burn your brains to forget
be an ugly and unkind nitwit
hate and foam at the bit
destroy and damage to object
ramp and rave on the net
your view forcefully interject
truth and reason reject
scorn and mock for kicks
law and order wreck
hide and cry in panic
embrace extreme fanatics
afraid to listen to critic
fake is real cynic
worry yourself sick
go down on your personal Titanic
What happens when it happens
Be an adult and face it
After a long drought, it started to rain.
Breaking the spell on the parched plain
Rainfall fell steadily at the begin.
Quenching the land and everything within.
Many hours later of continuous rain
Torrents of water swallowed the arid terrain.
Debris and buildings quickly swept through
People and animals lost their lives too.
Hearing her screams over the roar of the thunder.
A child swept by the current but kept going under.
He was the first to step into the murky water.
Against all the odds began swimming towards her.
The water was fierce, angry and raging.
Not thinking twice about the risk, he was taking.
With God by his side and his adrenalin high
To save this child's life, he knew he could die.
Battling against high-powered energy source
Pieces of debris kept knocking him off course
Mouthfuls of grimy water began filling his lungs.
Spluttering and fighting determined not to succumb.
He thought he was near, but she was not there.
At that moment he was filled with fear and despair.
Suddenly she appeared, as if God raised his hand.
Quickly he grabbed her and swam back to safe land.
His name he never gave or ever did mention
He quietly left not wanting any attention.
Tales of a hero who stepped into rapid murky water
Whose bravery saved the life of someone's young daughter.
Written 25.07.22
One in Five 2 Poetry Contest
Phrase Number 1 He was the first to step into the murky water
Sponser Joseph May
There they stand on no men’s’ land,
Two knights,
One from the dark, one from the light.
Face to face, they started their race,
Conjured a human war.
Dark knight: He strike with all his might,
Used Bible verses, cruel curses and
Blasphemy unto Thee.
Offered Him a world of splendor,
In returned He must renounced His sender.
Light Knight: His replied to the vendor was,
All these splendor belongs not to him,
But to the one and only King.
He who not seek the glory of His Father,
Is nor His sister or His brother.
Dark Knight: Got so angry and fierce,
He call upon his soldiers.
To take the knight to be crucify,
Hang Him ‘till He die.
Light Knight: He just smile, because
He knows He must die.
To offer Himself for salvation,
Was years ago a proclamation.
Dark Knight: On Good Friday he celebrated his victory,
His enemy hung on Calvary.
He thought he won the war,
His the one the world must adored.
Light Knight: On the third day the Earth gave away,
He rose from the grave and
Locked the dark knight in a cave.
Victory was His, and to all who want to receive.
His glory to live eternally.
...Now Des Moines is a fine heartland town,
not a Sodom on the Pacific,
as minds returned, realization came
and the people found it quite horrific.
They didn’t know who had drugged the beer,
bo one had seen that woman of man,
but something like this needed a fall guy,
so they blamed the whole mess on the band!
And just as the city was venturing out
the angry, naked mob charged back on in!
People scattered, all looking for cover,
we looked on the whole scene with chagrin.
When they approached the ravaged dance hall
we knew that we didn’t have much time,
ran out to the vans so very quickly
that we left all the instruments behind!
The angry nudists burned down the dance hall,
but luckily we were miles away,
and from what I have heard this whole event
is steadfastly denied to this day.
Even videos on the internet
are just passed off a nothing but fakes,
mass denial seems their best option
for dealing with this colossal mistake.
I left that band, set off to find more work,
since I can’t go back to Des Moines again,
which is how I came upon a midget
who played matador to fighting chickens…
To have lost someone so dear to you and can't comprehend,
Trying to make sense of it all so your heart can begin to mend.
The memories that torment you each night tearing you apart,
Making it harder for you to rest because your afraid of the dark.
Every day begins the same for you with tears that fall like rain,
You can't make it stop because your heart is filled with so much pain.
Pretending to laugh and faking your smile hiding what's really inside,
In reality what you really want do is drop to your knees and cry.
So sad and so angry your mixed emotions driving you mad running wild,
It's all to hard to understand your feeling like a lost and lonely child.
There are moments you want to do nothing but scream out in rage ,
Just to hold that love one lost one more time is what you really crave.
Deep inside you know that wish will never be and you must go on alone,
As hard as it may seem you have to learn to face this life on your own.
Remember this if you can my friend and do your best to understand ,
This is something we all must pass through for this is part of Gods Plan.
TAC
Whom of you have never felt the pinch and pain
when inebriated thoughts begin to fall like rain
whom of you have ever poured it down the drain
when a loved one says, " this is insane"
Whom of you have peeled the mask of hidden truth
pushed beyond the shove and talked about your youth ?
Whom of you, worn down by life whipped the scourge
sobered up and restrained the urge...
Whom of you at a ripe old age still cry for your mother
when times get tough, do you have a sister or a brother
Whom of you faced and stoned don't give a damn
when a child cries out like an angry ram ...
Whom of you have ever been perfect before you were broken
when the hourglass of time says enough/here take this token
Whom of you grasped it with two shaking hands and said yes
I'm gonna rise up and be counted for I have made such a mess.
Whom of you like me still cry for the love that refuses to die,
when the stars of heaven split open their light, do you cry ?
What i love
further in this life,
It's woman...
woman of any
creed, race and color...:
female,
femme.
female...
long hair
firm ideas.
woman is formidable
pure mother,
sweet girl,
beast, feline that
attacks and defends,
as the panther in the vision
male...
Always present
always companion.
is occasionally fragile,
other times
she is adrenaline...
night female
fiesta girl... fatal
or simple
homemade...
Several types exist,
quiet homes,
bossy matrons,
family matriarchs,
mounted amazons
everything is wonderful...
other different types
are models that appear,
are pin up hanging,
women displayed...
Arrogant socialites,
dazzled
nouveau riche, and others
fighters...Joana Dàrc
of life...
the poor women,
the excluded poor,
no vote, no dowry
no right...
Awkwardly or not awkwardly
there is no other way...
want it or not
angry, not angry,
no dispute and no fight,
the woman is all nice
is the best in this life...!
Sit amongst fantastical words, cherish them, relish them, delight in them.
Live your dreams, love your soul,
be your most happy wild, real true self.
Live your truth, and utter it gladly, proudly, in poems, or stories or plays.
Be not afraid to throw your words onto a white paper carpet, painting them in clever ways, or silly ways, or deeply profound ways, fearing no one's response, fearlessly sharing yourself.
Share your word choices liberally with all kinds of folks, the ones who are inhibited, and shy and the others, who quickly get angry, and throw down their own words, trying to blast yours into outer space.
Be fearlessly unafraid.
Race into devious unknown shadows, flinging your words like twinkling stars into the ether.
Live your truth, and paint any poem you want.
Today could be your last day,
and this may be your last hurrah,
and the only thing saving you from
total extinction.
So write on my friend, write on!