Long Canzone Poems
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after "Ich bin die fesche Lola" sung by Marlene Dietrich
I'm easy-going Lola, the girl who's most in voque.
The Nutella in my pantry is there for none but me.
I'm easy-going Lola, the heartthrob a la mode,
but hands off my Nutella, or my other side you'll see.
I.m easy-going Lola ,the girl who's most in vogue
The Nutella in my pantry is stacked next to the gin.
I'll let you walk me homeward, though you are a rogue,
but hands off my Nutella, or I'll kick you in the shin.
Lola, Lola! the boys l know who I am.
You can take my marmalade, if that is what you seek.
I.m not one to be petty, so take my strawberry jam,
but fingers off Nutella, or it's hospital all week/
Citizens of Sand unite and rejoice
if our twin suns have not parched your tongues
demand for water long gone fills your lungs.
In the impending darkness of our twin scourges
may your dwellings hold the heat of sunset.
I see you now a mass of reflected solar light
pulsing, hoarding for the coming of night.
When all that was diamond-bright will sure fade
and blacks, and blues and purples fill the glade.
The golden glare of mercurial day
for a decade will pass or so they say.
Stoke the memory of light in forges
for all the newborn babies to recall
the blazing fading light as two suns fall.
*rhyme pattern abbcdeeccffcgg
Beauty, a siren song upon the breeze,
Whispers to hearts where kindred spirits sigh.
Souls, crowned with thorns, yet yearning to appease
The world's harsh symphony, with each fractured cry.
A broken bloom, though marred by winter's sting,
Still holds a fragrance, a sweet offering.
Courage, a fearless knight, forever bold,
Leads them beyond the veil where shadows creep.
They scale the cliffs of dreams, their stories told
In every failure, lessons they will keep.
Unafraid of falling, for the tumbled stone
Polishes their spirit, and makes their purpose known.
Truth, a double-edged sword, with piercing gaze,
Leaves scars etched deep within their tender souls.
The world's dissonance, a mournful, haunting maze,
Reflected in the mirror that truth unfolds.
Compassion, a heavy cloak they wear with grace,
Yearning for honesty in every face.
Sacrifice, a crimson thread, with love entwined,
Woven through hearts where selfless passions burn.
They build a bridge for others, leaving them behind,
Standing firm upon the shore, as dangers churn.
With open palms, they mend the world's torn seams,
A silent hunger veiled in selfless dreams.
Wounded warriors, etched with battle marks,
Their scars, a story whispered on the breeze.
Misunderstood, rejected by the dark,
Their light is a challenge to the shadows' freeze.
Yet Paradox, with wings of wisdom spread,
Reveals that strength in vulnerability is bred.
O world, behold these souls, where scars now gleam,
A testament to battles fought in love's embrace.
Shattered dreams, like seeds in darkness dream,
And from their wounded beauty, hope finds space.
Though thorns they wear, their light shall never cease,
A beacon in the dark, a promise of sweet peace.
I would like to have magical power,
then, I would wave my wand and change the world.
Oh, why has hatred in our world been furled?
Rules coming from an ivory tower?
If I ruled, there would be no need for war,
I would gather all the world leaders;
and all their vast and many cheerleaders,
and would sprinkle my magic dust on them.
They would be a team to end the mayhem!
Starvation just a scar on our road map,
and only help for all the handicap.
And all the borders would have an open door!
People would choose the time of their own death.
No pollution! We could take a big breath!
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February 23, 2017
Poetry/Canzone/I, Rule
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 879-535-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rule The World
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Have written you a letter beloved,
but I must read it to your engraved name.
Without you my life is just not the same!
Oh, why did you have to leave me alone?
It was God's will- your destiny written,
our time was so short but you gave me much;
you opened my mind and heart with your touch,
you changed me from a shy girl made of stone.
Encouraged me to wander paths unknown,
to let my pen bleed the words in my heart;
our sweet love will never truly depart,
all your love left within me will be shown.
Can you kiss my rosy lips with the rain?
Never Love- will I let go of this pain!
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December 10, 2018
Poetry/Canzone/To My Beloved
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1093-449-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Last Letter to My Beloved
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Written in: Dante's Canzone Form- abbcdeeccffcgg - 10 syllable lines
Sister, sister, life would be awful without my sister,
she is my rock, the voice of reason, my safe harbor;
not an older sibling but younger- always my anchor,
oh, she was born with an incredible inner strength.
She possesses all the beautiful qualities of my mother,
when I am ill- it is my sister who holds my hand;
by my side she will always and forever stand,
for me she goes the distance, no matter the length.
My sister is my soul's deepest love,
I will always listen and depend on her advice;
it is full of wisdom and is usually quite concise,
mother must be smiling down from her heavenly land.
Through all life's twists and turns we are one,
oh, those days of childhood play until the sun was done.
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December 19, 2015 (Edit)
Poetry/Dante's Canzone/Sister, Sister
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1218-968-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Rhyme Pattern- abbcaddcXeedff
Submitted to the contest, Strand Choice 4
Brian Strand
Third Place
From the distance I hear a melody,
Or is it just an echo of rain falling?
Or perhaps I'm trapped inside the melody
And hear your voice once again softly calling
Me to stay with you in the love light falling
Like the notes of the melody recalling ...
No, it's just the echo of raindrops falling
Outside our chamber where once the melody
Played with thunder beating from our hearts rhythm~
Now alone I hear it softly calling,
Falling into silence and echoing
Into dreams I had long ago forgotten.
What is this melody I keep hearing?
Why do I tremble to hear it playing?
Surely it is just an echo falling,
Perhaps just rain softly, simply falling~
No need to fear dark shadows creeping, falling
Like a curtain drawing, shutting out our song.
his mind was programmed to notice the slightest change
he stayed alert, and would often sit in the dark corner
of a dark room, monitoring the shadow of the moon.
I thought he was crazy, my instincts weren't as keen as his,
he and I together made comedy, I didn't find it smart
to pair us together at first, those brilliant minds
that make all that money, seemed to
have made a mistake using comparative togetherness, uniting us.
It is as wise for man to monitor and control that which he spends
his time doing: and as wise to monitor and control those he spends
his time with doing such chores. This makes sense when you might
have to
take heat for something going wrong: get it right and they'll love you
but, once the milk is soured only the cheesemaker knows what kinda
cheese he's making. The writer Graspie Teaser said it best in the
Book Daffa and the Thing "when change occurs, only the outcome
of change means anything!"
"might the minds that bought us together
spend time to find a way to seperate us
that these endings might have happiness
in our parting!"
"We should never have anything to work out
because we have reasons
to be be apart."
Written by Seitnelav Yad
For 10:34 segment 59 seconds before
the advetisment section.....
Twelve Characters of Frustration
performed by Bett's the Bassoonist
From Jiggle-that-thang-music!
with permission from
Daggle Daddy and The Side Chix's
Fresh beats by Day'ole!
Cop26
To Glasgow, they came the high, mighty and the good
tarmacs full of private planes.
They all agreed we have to rescue the world
But first, we have to sell oil and coal
We can´t rely on windmills alone it is cold up north
Norway is set to have zero emissions in a few years.
Norway will still export oil; they have to have an income.
Brazil will stop logging the forest but not right now
Perhaps in 2150 or sixty at a stretch 70.
I was not there at the meeting, but it appears no one
spoke of the benefit of trains reliable prized.
As it is train tickets – since trains are privatized;
cost more than taking a short-haul plane ticket.
I don´t believe that anything they said is possible,
That is because we live in a capitalist thought- sets
grows and income is more important than flooding
and the disappearance of smaller island states.
Nothing will change before we sit fishing for cod
At the slopes of Himalaya.
Oh he was deep black and so shiny in the sun,
I fell in love the moment I first saw him;
There was a need to have him- this was no whim,
I could see us together, it was a love staggering.
Oh he wasn't a man but a car, a Pontiac Firebird,
So I bought him and I thought it was forever;
I washed him by hand- in a car wash never,
While driving we got the looks, oh so flattering.
Well he was older, so there was some clattering,
But he was an original if you know what I mean;
Wherever we went he made quite the scene,
As he got older I did notice the odd little tremor;
The day I lost him to car heaven I was shattered,
After the crash he was quite broken and tattered.
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December 3, 2015
Canzone
For the contest, For Women Only
(Would you, Could you) Write About Cars
Sponsor, A Poet Destroyer
Sixth Place