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Piano ballad. Hold on to your hope and your breakthrough.
Breakthrough
(We're all trying)
By Michelle Morris
31/10/2022
There you are
All alone in the park
Sitting on that cold bench
Life passes you by
But all you see
Is the movie in your head
You're second-guessing
Every single step you took
You're wondering
If his confession
Was the only betrayal
In his little black book
Chorus:
We're all trying to find the answers
We're all trying to find the truth
We're all trying to overcome hurt
We're all waiting for a breakthrough
We're all trying to find the love here
We're all trying to find a little warmth
We're all trying to hold on to hope
We're all trying to find Heaven on Earth
(End Chorus)
You've been thinking
About your entire relationship
Wondering if everyone
Knows about his lies
Searching for the clues
That you realise you'll never find
You feel like you were blind
Not seeing the truth each time
You feel like you are lost
Not listening to your soul
You feel like you'll be stuck here
Until the snow falls down on you
Chorus
But look around and see
That the birds still sing
In the trees of this park you know
Feel the love that's there for you
Feel the compass within you
It will guide you through this time
Find your own North Star
A path to call your own
Know that this is just one part
Of a life that you will live
It's the price of admission
That heartbreak will follow you
Chorus
There you are
All alone in the park
Sitting on that cold bench
Life passes you by
Know that this is just one part
Of a life that you will live
It's the price of admission
That heartbreak will follow you
But in time you'll have
Your breakthrough
Hold on to your hope
And your breakthrough
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2022
It's a long, long way down the park,
but she’s deeply inclined, inclined
to roam hover or linger
among webs of an inky fog
just like her mashed hair: and sepia eyes
ignore jagged blinks of lamp lights
climbing inside a mind.
As she sits alone on a bench to crumple
near nuptial's farewell letter, her delicate face
bows like a waylaid nightingale--
juxtaposed by the many drones
of sullen notes almost lost in a haze
along paths searching for mirth, searching mock.
Beguiled, bothered, bruised through darkness;
her hidden sobs yell wildly at Eve's moonglow.
Written for Eve Roper's She Sits Alone Contest
Syllable Count: 138
8/11/2017
The Normal Park Bench
It was just a normal park bench
Wood and metal
It was like so many others
Still, to him it was special
The most special place on Earth
It was where he met his only true love
Where they met every day for lunch
Where they shared their first of many kisses
Where he first said “I love you”
And where she agreed to be his wife
They took their children and grandkids there to play
And after years they still went there for lunch
It was on that bench the she told him something
Something he didn’t want to hear
His only true love was dying
And there was nothing they could do
For years he went to the bench for lunch
He talked to her as if she was still there
One day he left a flower at lunchtime
That bench never saw him again
And once again, it was just a normal park bench
Wood and metal
It was like so many others
Through yonder vail in shadows cast
I hear the winds of time calling for me.
This valley hewn for iron ore now paths a walk I did so many times hand in hand with thee.
I find my feet following in our tracks leading me to your favourite, special tree.
Our bench awaits under leaf canopy as dappled light plays patterns so majestically.
I sit in golden speckled light and close my eyes to remember we.
I hear the melody of your song play out in silent warm beautiful memory.
I watch the love of youth walk by hand in hand forming their own growing tree.
I walk home alone whistling the tunes that filled your eyes with joy when you were here with me.
when I was a girl
unaware of life and death
father took me to the park
to feed the ducks . . .
how, sweetly they floated to me
as father watched from a park bench
the ducks knew us and came without hesitation
how nice it would be to go back
to those days
to be again
under those swaying trees
where pretty ducks drifted
just me and father
and our favorite park bench . . .
I went back to that park not long ago
and the bench still remains
and lingering there I watched ducks drifting
remembering, remembering
days of long ago
and I imagined father
stroking my hair
as we sat on that park bench
in the dappled sun
_______________
July 27, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Childhood Memory
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1476-536-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/30/2022
I was falling ,falling into the gushing rivers,
My eyes stared looking above to the heavens knowing that "This is it",
My goodbye to the world to everything I knew ,Life,Love,Hate. Everything!
Evil pushed me to the edge,The edge of my own Annihilation
Consumed me like that of Poison from a Scorpion,
I couldn't think,I couldn't feel,
All I ever wanted was to be happy,
Was that t much to ask for?
I sat outside on a bench one eerie and cold evening..
I asked myself "why me?"
Why did I have to hurt this way?
Why did I feel like I didn't belong?
I couldn't find my purpose,that calling we all waited and yearn for our entire lives
I didn't feel like anyone loved me ,appreciated me .
It all "sucked",it really did.
I had a plan the only way out.
Out from this "Hell" called my life,
I found a safe zone ,the only place I knew I could be free
Somewhere I can fulfill My dreams,
I starting walking ,walking on the grassy wet path to this place called Dante's River.
I looked down at the gushy waters far belong,
The strong cold wind swayed me a little,
I climb on the ledge holding the ledge,
A new life awaits me,as i looked down
One free of despair and pain.
I closed my eyes as I felt the tears trickled down ,
A sense of fear overcame me,
"I had to !" I said to myself ,
It was the only way,
I let go of the rope,
I felt myself falling ,falling..
From the life I once knew,
My eyes forever closed from my reality,
Reality which I could no longer bare,
My Heart and Soul was weak to much of a burden I had to bare,
But I felt at peace ,Peace from it all that caused this insanity.
Form:
Community swings
They’re bench-length,
So multiple children
Or adults can use a
Single swing at once
They brought me in
Sitting on a park porch swing
Love……. God’s here;
Young married couple
Love
Brought joy to my eyes;
I spied genuine beauty;
God……. God’s here:
Amy and Valentine young love;
Keeps me focus beautiful;
I see love, I see God;
Young coupled, international, inspirational;
Soft touches God embraces;
Genuine totally fine;
Loving, they so;
Draw me; said I had a sweet spirit;
God tween we was in us;
I saw God in front in front of me lovingly;
Touching me my heart up;
Touching me, my spirit breast;
Touching me my soul;
In end God at left and right in front of me conversing with me;
Community swings.
They’re bench-length,
So multiple children or adults can use a single swing at once!
Amy and Valentine young love;
Keeps me focus beautiful;
I see love, I see God;
Young coupled, international, inspirational;
To the left of me
Sweetly, caressing me
Community swings
They’re bench-length,
So multiple children
Or adults can use a
Single swing at once
9/24/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023 ©
IN A MIRROR
In the mirror of the truth
cut with a sharp razor
my reason and my beard...
BE CAREFUL
Do not push, pull, abuse
not when you are going up
nor when you are going down.
SO WEIRD
There is no wisdom
when you remain silent
and lose life for that...
BIZARRE
Cultivating flowers of plastic in garden !
what a bizarre idiosyncrasy
to pay homage to spring...
PARK BENCH
Handsome bank is the one
of the lovely square... lend me place
and i will not pay interest, nor i suffer
menace... !
When I consider everywhere it snows
Looks swell in photos but exposes torment,
That this huge coat does nothing for my toes
Where on black binding boots is warmth incumbent;
When I descend through storms that never cease,
Feel barbwire sleet deplete my will to fly,
Attempt to land on rooftops thatched with grease
And hear no joyful bells while reindeer cry;
Then I abandon sleigh and find a park
In Southeast Houston with a sunlit bench,
Where once my beard has thawed my thoughts embark
To ask this naughty wish of Mr. Grinch:
Because my bones are old and creak in cold,
May global warming hasten, seven-fold.
11/16/2018
Picture #2
With the dream to fight for your country
Being one of freedoms rights
Shame you didn't see
The sniper up in the tree
That took that part away from your life
They shipped your friends home in a casket
Right next to the cot on the plane where you lay
As they call you blessed
Who would ever have guessed
This day you'd rather be given the grave
No one on the tarmac to greet you
Anyways you always hated to see your mama cry
And with all that's gone on
You don't feel much like home
Is where you could spend the rest of your life
Who knew how much this all would cost you
As you fell deep into the Hollywood hype
Now you know what they mean
Saying freedoms not free
When you paid more than you would have liked
You're no longer in the battle but still in the fight
As the nightly voices in your head scream
There you slept in the sand
Here on a park bench
Living out that American dream