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“The Purple Reign”
by: Eric L. Boddie
“I Want to Be Your Lover” is so “Insatiable” to some
But I “Adore” you because the “Holy River” is where I’m from
And “I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man,” that’s “Scandalous” to think
But I answered “The Question of U” is “Strange but True,” so don’t blink
Maybe it’s this “Erotic City,” or, perhaps, it’s because she looks so good in that “Raspberry Beret”
But I want to be “Somebody’s Somebody,” but she must be the “Marrying Kind” I say
So “Lady Cab Driver” in the “Little Red Corvette”
“Let’s Pretend We’re Married” with some “Dance, Music, Sex, Romance,” and I expect
To be the “International Lover” for every “Irresistible *****”
Because I Love every woman from “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” to “Billy Jack *****”
Let me leave you “Satisfied” in puddles of “Black Sweat”
But I “No” all that I want so “Damn U” before I forget
That “Nothing Compares 2 U” plus I Love when you “Call My Name”
“U Got That Look” that lures all the “Girls and Boys” just the same
This “Cinnamon Girl” named “Anna Stesia” is the only one I want to call baby
Even if it took “A Million Days,” I would tell her “Let’s Go Crazy”
Maybe I got one of those “Colonized Minds” that will never let me say “Eye Hate U”
But “One of Us” must understand that “The Love We Make” is true
So if I gave you “Diamonds and Pearls” or took you “Around the World in a Day”
Would you “Do Me Baby” or let “Bob George” get in the way
Even back in “1999,” I was somewhat addicted to the “Pop Life”
Because of a “Condition of the Heart” that made me want a “Friend, Lover, Sister, Mother, Wife”
But there is “Joy in Repetition” every time we try a “New Position”
And “Baby I’m a Star” so my “Darling Nikki,” you should know my intentions
But the “Rainbow Children” provide the best “Sign ‘O’ the Times”
I want you “Forever in My Life” because we like to “Play in the Sunshine”
Because “When 2 R in Love,” there must be a sincere sense of “Trust”
And when it’s not so “So Dark,” it looks like “Purple Rain” to us
And that’s “When Doves Cry,” in light of our “Private Joy”
Without “Controversy,” it’s the “Love Sign” I employ
So “Gett Off” of that hate train, and let “Positivity” spark
And if you’re “Willing and Able,” that’s what is done at “Paisley Park”
RIP Brother Prince Rogers Nelson…..God Wants you In His Choir…..
Let’s sail away to Acapella,
A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller.
I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella
When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella.
It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as dowdy as Rhyl
But their choirs and ensembles will give you a thrill,
Acapella compares well to old Casablanca,
As you will observe once we have dropped anchor.
Their libraries don’t hold any musical score,
Acoustic folk singers are considered a bore,
All keyboards and trombones were sold overseas
And whistles restricted to football referees.
So you won’t hear the bagpipes of Kenneth McKellar
Or repetitive bass notes plucked by Paul Weller.
Your voice will entrance all the ladies and fellas
Once we’ve moored in the harbour of Acapella’s.
There fishermen bring ashore haddock and bream
Having sung shanties as a well-rehearsed team,
The salty sea breeze gives their voices a rasp
And the youngest amongst them let out a gasp!
Melodic and manly, the crews ride the waves,
Proud of their seamanship, masters not slaves,
They heed the advice of their mothers and aunties
But rarely acknowledge the source of their shanties.
Once a solitary busker was found in a yacht
And by all accounts he deserved what he got,
He was forced down the plank at the tip of a sword
Then his vintage viola was flung overboard!
On the pier you’ll find orators and callers at bingo,
But no jukebox is pumping out John, Paul or Ringo.
Pop or rock music gives locals the creeps,
It’s no wonder that George’s guitar gently weeps.
So, if Customs Control takes your squeezebox or trumpet
Don’t seek compensation, you’ll just have to lump it;
Those instruments go to a processing plant
Because singers are welcome but musicians aren’t.
We shall seek out the nightlife in numerous bars
Where the locals all sing without playing guitars,
Dodge the Lambrettas in quaint cobbled alleys,
Then stride across hills and along peaceful valleys.
So, if you’re tired of concertos or singles by Queen
Book a cruise to a place where they’re considered obscene,
It’s a magical island owned by Penn and by Teller -
The remote principality of Acapella.
So let us sail forth across the briny
In a luxury yacht - well furnished and shiny
To where your vocal range will be valued quite highly,
And you won’t have to sit through Baba O’Riley.
As a song once said and said it so well, but I digress
What an unbelievable thing
The memories of that special someone I really loved clearly haunted me
The pain I felt was simply unbearable and soul-sucking
Wait, luckily, I can finally see clearly now after doing something all so random
So random, I simply never thought I would ever strike gold at any point in my unfortunate life
But my God, I am so happy I looked for help in the middle of nowhere
After all, for so long, I thought I had true love
For so long, I thought pain was a part of that love no matter what
However, that extra special someone somehow finally came along, got my undivided attention and changed my outlook on everything
That someone is the random darling that melt my damn heart and soul right from the very start
Words cannot describe how much I adore this person
Words simply don't do this vision of human perfection justice (if she even is human, cause no human is this good) but I’ll try
Her voice comforts me and is so alluring to me
Her ways, stances, preferences, and interests are so like my own, it's scary
She is so sweet, and she is oh, so generous
She has character and is unbelievably humble
Her well-being rubs off on me, yes, me, a man who had no well-being to begin with
This woman makes me laugh; this sweetheart makes me smile
AND she really makes me think a lot and mostly about what matters
She helped me forget that other one
She helped me realize that other one was a huge mistake
Unlike that one, this woman is the one
This woman is the only one
This woman is the only one I see now
She is my everything
She is my reason to do anything
She is on a whole other level and that level is unreachable, but she gives me the ladder to reach it
No woman compares, and no man or woman will ever come before her, ever
Ever, ever, yes, ever
There is only one thing left to say when it comes to the way I really think about her and how much she means to me
Well, first this, and then that
As a song once said and said it so well
There is nothing else
There is only one thing left to say when it comes to the way I really think about her and how much she means to me
Well, first this, and then that
As a song once said and said it so well
There is nothing else
This is to the guy that I went out of my way to get noticed by
The one who I trusted, the one who told me lies
The one who made me feel like I was the only one
The one that was through with me when the sex was done.
The one that made me feel like I was impossible to love
The one who called me over when he just wanted to bust
The one that made it clear I'm not the girl he wanted me to be
I tried and I failed so this is my apology
This is to the one who gave me life the one that gave me birth
The one who complains and looks at me like I'm the worst thing on the earth.
The one who emotionally beats me down
The one whose suppose to lift me up from the ground
The one whose suppose to bring to my face nothing but smiles and laughs
The one who brings everything that is the opposite of that
The one who constantly compares me to others
The one who makes it so difficult to love her
The one who says I'm not the daughter she expected me to be.
I understand that and this is my apology
This is to the sick bastard that crept into my room
The one who gave me those thoughts of ending it soon.
The one who lied and said I was crazy in the head.
The one who had denied creeping into my bed
The one who left me scarred for life
The one who is responsible for my silent cries at night.
The one who says I've changed his life
Cause I've caused problems between him and his wife
The one who said I should have kept quiet, I should have just let things be.
He's right, nothing positive came from it, so this is my apology.
This is to my friends that say I do nothing but ***** and complain
The ones who left because they say I've changed
The ones who didn't stick around in my time of need
The ones who gave me more of a reason to grieve
I understand I'm not that girl I use to be
And for that this is my apology.
This is to the girl with the low self esteem
The girl who cries so terribly
The one with the forced and fake smile
The one who hasn't been happy for a while
The one whose afraid to trust any man
The one whose afraid to let any one in
The one whose past up many chances at love
Because she finds people hard to trust
That one that was robed of her purity and self-esteem
This is to the girl I'm embarrassed to be
This is my apology, to me
SEPARATE WE ARE TWO, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE ONE,
without this strong camaraderie we would fail-
For we shall show amity until eternity is done,
and through all adversity we shall prevail.
You shall show me empathy I shall show devotion,
there’s nothing as persistent as our deep emotion.
When Karen died I knew how you struggled so severe,
because I too wanted to stop breathing with you-
But even though your pain was harsh you’ve been here,
for you have given me yellow, taken away my blue.
Now together we are powerful as the Lord above,
and it has all been warranted by the gift of love.
The only thing that sets us apart is that we live afar,
but close together in what matter the most in life-
You told me to look above and wish upon our star,
hope with all my might it would take away my strife.
For there is nothing as beautiful as your benevolence,
as I talk to you on the phone and feel your essence.
You helped raise me and took me under your wing,
I was in my youth, you felt responsible for me-
Now when we’re together I hear the angels sing,
and we shall shower each other in acute intimacy.
The oceans aren’t deep enough, mount isn’t high,
because without you I wouldn’t have learned to fly.
Nothing compares to our penetrating affection,
as heavy as life can get, you carry my load-
We share a bond, a cunning sisterly connection,
and through our children our warm tale shall be told.
It is one of great ability to show true solidarity,
peace inside our gentle souls of concord affinity.
SEPARATE WE ARE TWO, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE LINKED,
an entirety of forgiveness when we need atonement-
For you are here for me before I could have blinked,
making special memories and living in the moment.
Unmatchable we are friendship and love combined,
for separate we are two, though we share one mind.
*Dedicated to my beautiful sister Jennifer. We have lost
a sister, yet without each other wouldn't have been
able to make it through. She is my mate to my soul.*
Together We Are Strong Contest
Silent One
March 11, 2018
I hit the master switch
And all the lights and racks come on at once
The mood lights overhead, the rack equipment, flashing, glowing
Keyboards, amps, mixer, recorder, effects, EQ, sound mods, sequencers
Screens, laptop, pedals, playback system, and reference monitors ...
All with their own sets of colored LED's shining, flashing
Seems a silly thing, but my heart surges whenever I hit that switch
For that is IT to me ... there's nothing I do that brings me more satisfaction
Recording and producing music that I've written
Arranging and programming the drums and percussion
Layering the keyboard and guitar parts
Piano, electric piano, organ, strings, horns, synth sounds
Building the rhythm tracks around the melody and vocals I know are coming
And, ultimately, adding the vocals, the lead first
Then the background vocals, layering harmonies to support the lead
Often a solo section last, a guitar or sax or synth solo, but always after vocals
That's the frosting on the cake for me, to wind it together
When I'm satisfied with everything, individually, I do the final mix
This is the key, and the most delicate and precise part of the process
Very often I'll take days on the final mix alone, for it must be PERFECT!
It goes to the mastering boys at 'Bernie Grundman' when I'm done
That's an expensive process, so the least amount of clock they use, the better
If there are issues with my final mix, everything slows down
That raises costs, so I HAVE to be sure of the final mix.
That studio, and everything it holds, is my refuge
Yes, it's my work as well, but even if not, it would still take most of my time
That's why I consider it my hobby, too
I'd be doing it anyway regardless, and it's what I love the MOST
The whole creative process, from writing the song until it's off to mastering
THAT'S my joy, and those little lights are like Christmas for me
That studio is my heaven, and I feel better each time I'm there
No matter WHAT life brings my way, no matter how dark
I shed the clouds when I hit that switch and that equipment goes on
My joy, my hobby, my work, my life
There's little that compares.
Written and submitted on February 24, 2019
For the "Hobbies" Poetry Contest
Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, judge & Sponsor.
I guess I don't write how other people do. I don't post pictures of myself and update on how my life is going... I don't have an audience for that. Honestly, I write whatever comes to my mind because it gives the illusion that I'm telling people how I feel. I'm never good at that. I have so many opportunities, but its always the same thing that gets me. How much do they really want to know? When they ask if I am okay, do they want an answer, or is it because it's common courtesy.. I don't get myself, so how am I supposed to get other people? A teacher told me today, after assigning an essay, "It's easy, it's all about you!" ...... How little she knows that I can't write about me. When people say, "Tell me about yourself," the initial reaction I have is always the same. I say that I love writing and reading, and that I love kids and want to be an elementary school teacher. That's it. I'm done then. When I write, my thoughts are incomplete, and I don't write for any other reason than to satisfy all these raging thoughts that will not leave me alone. It's worse at night. Lying awake while the house is silent, all except for the air conditioning that makes a whistle and my ceiling fan on high that clicks because the high setting makes it shake. I count shadows that the trees cast through my window, but it can't push away the onslaught of emotions and wave of loneliness. I have tried many things: music, scriptures, novels, conference talks, silence, writing.. but nothing compares to the feeling I used to get when I would lay on my roof in Maryland and look up at the stars. I felt closer to Heaven somehow, and yet at that time in my life I knew I was very far from it. I'm not there and I won't ever be again, but the loneliness remains. Some people can make me laugh and smile no matter how horrible I feel. It's ironic that I feel alone when I have a best friend like Emma to cheer me every day, but I do. I'm glad I always have people around me during the day. There, I said it. I like people. But I hate them too. I like being alone, but during insomnia periods, awake voices are so very welcome. Sometimes I wish I could tell people things again, but my trust is gone. I cannot lean on others, no matter how alone and lost I feel.
My desire is boiling molten lava
it erupts when the taste
of your name slips through my thoughts
It is contrary to what I have believed
I have been struck by its arrow
and the curse and it's shaft drives deeply
I have fought the thoughts
but they crush me like the arms of a man
I am powerless before them
and it's flow is towards you
unwanted or not they dominate me
like the curse that was given upon exile
from it's face
and has struck the hearts of all womankind
I have held it at bay for so long
embanked unable to flow freely
You have torn down the dam
I know not how I am engulfed drowning
I seek to stem it's flow
redirect it's course but it sears me
It has awakened me from a dead sleep
I know not if I will allow it to stay
as I am powerless in the face of it
For I know it's source and it's end
will flay me alive as a pyre
Those so consumed are driven by it's mind
and I know it means my death in exchange for life
I desire the smoke of it
to drive you away as the animals
flee before a fire in the forest
but I hope you will face it down
and put it out and release me
You have undamed something
beyond my control without the walls
and shields that were built
to keep such a thing contained
and confined but I am fascinated
as I look upon it like a child
I want to touch it and abandon caution
I am afraid of it
its as the floodgates of heaven
and can never be fully emptied
a fine scalpel has pierced my heart
and it bleeds even as it continues to beat
a pain I think only women can know
banked embers have ignited a wildfire
and my heart is engulfed in it's flames
Never have I felt such overwhelming
powerful emotion , All I have felt for
man is that gentle affection easily put
down as easily as eros . Why is this
so threatening that I am unable to resist
bowing before it ...and it's flow remains
unabated I have waited to see if it will
ebb but it's constant with an ebb
I think I could defeat it but do I want to
Nothing on the planet compares to it's presence
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
As we know
Each of us display
We all show..
Express our hearts
In many ways...
As emotions arise
hearts beating together
side by side...
Spirits fly...
For just a split moment
time in the day...
or perhaps at night
some wish to stay..
As our hearts
meet together on line
there is so many
Expressions of love
even True Love kind...
God's Love tis Glorious
Non-compares... tis be
Unconditional Love
for all hearts.. Souls
Beautiful eyes tis see
Precious hearts
gather in this place
tho.. not truly knowing
anyone tis be...
but among these wall
Hearts meet...
tis be you could be my neighbor
or I could be your boss
tis you could be my teacher
or I could be your Preacher
Smile...
For within these walls
No one really knows
pics doesn't tell all
for tis within hearts
share time and time again
but beware.. for next time
may not be there
for tis as I have seen
many hearts... disappeared
no-longer can be found
for as God has Blessed me
with a Love on line
everything I/we
thought was great
realizing.. Truth
Truth tis be
Words of Love
with-out action
tis just deep attraction
for then you find
that special someone
no longer on line
tis leaves your heart
mixed up.. and knots
feelings in a bind
Tis be.. that tis where
you go.. to our Lord in prayer
for tis Jesus heals all pain
takes away the tears
enables all things to change
for God's Love Conquers All things
So as you see..
I am on line with thee
I pray.. that you
will make a point
to stop by..
drop a note or two
for tis be a Blessing
to hear from your heart
for tis always good
to make friends
and that tis begining
a start...
From my heart
to yours...
Treasures express
Moments seconds
I am not sure
take a guess
tis be just like
as quick as we shall go
the day our Lord Our Savior
Calls for us all to come home
Are you prepared?
are you ready?
for next time we meet
may be... in God's Glorious Heaven..
But then again..
If you have not asked Jesus
to come in..
into your heart..
Where will you be???
for all eternity
Come to Jesus
for tis be...
Sure We meet on-line
But what happens next time..
Form:
I love listening to Bach on late evenings, especially his flowing ‘Ave Maria’,
just as I like tuning in to Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’, far too many Ave Marias!
Nothing compares to Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata', it’s simply beautiful;
George Handel had he lived would have found Ludwig’s piece rather cool.
Amadeus Mozart, truly he was a musical genius, that Austrian son-of-a gun,
it’s high there among the classics, the elegant ‘Theme from Elvira Madigan’.
Give me Antonin Dvorak’s ‘New World Symphony’, so serenely majestic,
that, like Tchaikovsky’s ‘Concerto in 1st Movement’, creates instant magic.
Let me tell you a little secret: my days in the cradle had long ago passed by
yet, till this day I drift off to dreamland with a few strains of Brahms’ ‘Lullaby’.
Chopin he tinkers with his piano dreamily, that young romantic Polish chap -
etudes, nocturnes, mazurkas, you name it, though he could not do hip-hop.
I adore the songs of Bobby Dylan, though not necessarily his croaky voice;
honestly, I prefer listening to other minstrels sing his tunes, if given a choice.
Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell and Judy Collins, those gals sounded to me so fine;
I once volunteered to produce them but they said “Are you out of your mind?”
Could not do nothing with the three J’s, so I turn to Lennon & McCartney
who once rocked my childhood with their irresistible “yeah, yeah, yeah”.
Leonard Cohen, does that man ever smile? so moody and stark his music
but I love him anyway, though figuring out his lyrics often makes me sick.
Denver and Donovan’s stuff are sugary for my taste at times I would say
and there are occasions when I crave for songs that sound kinda lonely.
So I often give way to my old buddy from country land, Kristofferson man,
and let his somber ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’ get me all undone.
Sad songs, joyful songs, all styles, will they ever come in just one package?
so I won’t have to spend much on CDs that is straining my minimum wage.
Given those great musical influences I have painstakingly mentioned above,
it is a sure bet I am off to greatness if I just behave and do what I truly love.