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VIVA LA ELVIS
In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born,
To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on.
They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts so full of pain,
And then came Elvis Aaron, a breath of sweet refrain.
One heart beating for the two, their spirits intertwined;
To restore faith and hope and joy to dear ones left behind.
Elvis grew from babe to boy his heart set on a goal,
From boy to man to legend; The King of Rock n’ Roll.
He lived in humble dwellings, his Pa his Ma and he;
Playing his guitar, singing songs, pure golden melodies.
Country, Gospel, Blues and Jazz the rhythms of the soul,
And Rock n’ Roll, the very core of hearts both young and old.
While rising up to stardom, his pelvis did he swing;
Some church folk banged the gavel to crucify ‘The King’.
Their efforts came to nothing, as fans from near and far,
Surged on with huge momentum, to win that holy war.
So once again he stood there, gyrating at his will,
Until the day he heard a call that made those hips stand still.
Called to serve his country, the nation’s rising star,
And while along that journey, he sadly lost his Ma.
On the first of May, a bride’s bouquet, a blush of summer wine,
Elvis wed Priscilla; his beautiful fraulein.
Soaring in her lover’s arms on the wings of destiny,
Nine months later they were blessed with gorgeous Lisa Marie.
The happiness they shared together wrapped in melody;
Like a poet’s dream, a symphony, a lover’s rhapsody.
Then fate stepped in and dealt a blow that tore the dream apart,
And in its wake it left a trail of tears and broken hearts.
‘The King’, on stage and silver screen, he took the world by storm,
A real hunk of burning love in a GI uniform.
He rocked the house to loud applause, he played the matador,
And danced with pretty Hula girls in the Hawaiian sunset glow.
August 16, ’77 was the day ‘The King’ had died,
But forever lives the Legend, born on 8/1/35.
His mamma smiled and gently beckoned to her second born,
While holding close the one she’d lost that fateful winter’s morn.
The joy he brings to us down here can never be replaced,
Though many keep on trying in vain to fill the empty space.
His spirit fills all Graceland, to watch o’er kith and kin,
In the Heavenly sounds of Dixieland … I hear God joining in.
Elaine Randolph
Copyright ©2009 Elaine Randolph
Life without blood and tears would be pointless. Nothing to care for, days spent searching for
that something, that anything, to fill in that hole in your heart made for protection; the
opportunity to feel the virtues of being someones savior, protector, lover, friend. I found my
life, my blood, my tears, in the wide eyes of Her. Blood and tears would exit my body in any
notion of harm to my Her. Her skipped breaths are my life support, breaths I survive upon
richly. I hear her heart sing songs of love, and feel it pulsate beats of fear, for she is as
optimistic as the day before, fearing what the day may bring, but lives through it when the
sun raises with joy and no regrets. Her laughter shakes my very soul with a sense of
blessing, feeling blessed that I am the presence of such beauty. She is my will to do better,
to learn more, talk less, listen more. The batting of her eyes sets off hurricane winds, with
the strength of her being. But as strong as my Her may be, she is softer than anything this
world can create. Her hands are of silk and warm milk, her lips are as full as they want to be,
bouncing the softest of kisses of love when we separate. Her tongue tastes as sweet as sugar
itself, cool and comforting to mine. Her hips fit my hands so well, I never want to let go. Her
flower is one of the softest, most intriguing body parts of my Her. Both sides are equally as
soft as the other, too smooth to grasp but tempting enough to make me try. This is one part
that can't fit in my hands, but still I try anyway. Her breasts are as golden as a lions mane.
Grasping my eyes when exposed. A perfect slope to the chestnut breasts are colored nipples
that seem to highlight these mounds. They are as moody as Her, feeling velvet one week,
bold and daring the next. They are the warmest sensation my lips and tongue has ever felt,
hardening with every touch of my lips and tongue.
She is my blood, she is my tears. Everything I would live and die for, she is my Her.
Pain-striken I find myself, bulky is the knott that sits in my throat
A question comes to mind, a question that goes out to the unknown
Am I to see the light of tomorrow by my beloved Paula, her smile is my heart my devotion
I shall stand to greet her smile, for surely it shall come my way again, I adore her
If the hands of time swing loosely, I shall race against it with all of my will
A true loves always finds a way, a form of reconnecting in bond and spirit
I feel her her cries, I feel her pain
Weeping myself to sleep as I am powerless to do a thing, I dream of kissing her under the rain
Alas I found my soul mate cried my heart out unto me
The one whom shall be at my side no matter how rough the ride
Her eyes speak to me, her heart dwells in my soul and spirit whole
I can't help it feeling blue, my heart aches in sorrow, for it thinks of her not being there tomorrow
I call upon the name of love, of joy and affection
Whom shall come to a fallens poets aid? I cry, I die a little inside with each passing day
Sobbing my eyes out, I fall to my knees and stare to the skies, to speak with my Father
A gentle breeze covers my eyes, and with in seconds I know His presence is there to stay
Each poem is a cry for help, each word testifies my love, my devotion, my memory
Will I too go down in history
Another chapter of what love could be? I won't let it be like that, I stand to my feel
She is my bear, my other half and I am hers, together we shall see lifes play, this is my testimony
(Swap Quatrain)
He stole many hearts for long time
In "Dirty Dancing" have a good time.
With "North 'n South" I couldn't part.
For long time, he stole many hearts.
We watched him dancing and fighting
He was a great actor, amazing!
I'm so sad, his passing is grim
Dancing and fighting we watched him.
Forever remember his name
And roles he played well the same.
He'll live in my heart I do swear
His name I'll recall forever.
Now he's at rest, left us too soon
Will be missed now that he's gone.
'Cause he was great,one of the best
Left us too soon,now he's at rest.
Dorian Petersen Potter
ak ladydp2000
Copyright@2009
September 15,2009
Author's notes: Well,this Summer is very sad for sure.
Another great star that leaves our stage.So sad!
I won't say much,I can't right now,but that I loved
Patrick Swayze very much.I liked him he was such a
great actor, gent and man in my opinion.He stole my
heart in many movies, like Ghost,Dirty Dancing, but
especially in North and South.He shall be missed for
sure.I'll miss him and that beautiful smile and grin
of him.No more suffering, he's sleeping now.
R.I.P. Patrick Swayze.I'll always love him and
remember him in my heart and thoughts forever.
This is not my work...See below. She is a witty writer!
A Certain Lady by Dorothy Parker
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You'll never know.
Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ....
And what goes on, my love, while you're away,
You'll never know.
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Salutations to all the poets
That waters my ink,
Those whose words never
Make my heart shrink,
Of you always i ever will think,
Standing alone, i could sink
So i grasped on your knowledge
That is without stink.
*=~*~=*
Phyllis Babcock is a raining day,
In her Motherhood, no
Hot sun to hinder my play.
Carolyn Devonshire is a rose flower,
Tender Mother and even from afar, her
Lightening Ink draws me closer.
*=~*~=*
Linda Marie, the Sweet heart of P S,
Is the essence of love letters
Her poems are like the good weathers,
Constance La France is indeed a rambling poet,
No wonder,her lines drives me to the point,
Doris Culverhouse won my heart,
She trades literature,
The poet Destroyer kills me
With Ink, a poet by nature.
Dr. Ram Mahta is a poetic chef,
He stirs the soup with delicious thoughts.
*=~*~=*
Heart dedication to all my poetic friends...
For your presence is like fragrance to my breath.
Gari La Buda, an inspiration, Richard Carrie, a melodious pen, Carol Brown, a steady one,
All of you are Lightening Inks.....
Born of ancient, noble exultation.
A lotus among uncountable weeds.
Speaking the dwindling language
of a dying population.
Her blessings have been polluted
in the churn of Calcutta’s filthy streets.
Scorned for an unwavering quest for love,
where the exchange of rupees blacken hands.
A glorious heart resides within,
unyielding to societies chains.
Bars of confinement to her yearnings
still the demands of life’s passions.
In the silent, cool night she weeps,
for a world lost in loveless slavery.
Her heart victim to the masses.
A restless pillar fighting defiled conformity.
Justice has not found her bedpost.
Societies eyes cry not for the weak.
Deepening insomnia displaces all dreams.
The smothering hands of tradition imprison.
But a new path has opened.
Where love and compassion breed equality,
and caste crumbles upon fertile ground.
Shining a light on a new horizon.
May Krishna grant her the power.
To make the leap to higher ground.
Where unleashed love and passion
blossom in liberty’s eternal sunshine.
He walks through the deserts of time,
Raising his voice for life's prime,
Sharing and converting,his words do rhyme,
As he selflessly serves without seeking a dime,
He hopes to help pay sin's fine,
Leaving our heart's bell to chime,
He works with an eye single to God's glory,
Travailing and putting to rest life's worry,
For stiff necked persons his heart feels sorry,
As he hopes to share salvation's story,
He returns to his maker bitting death's cherry,
As he rests peacefully in eternity's lorry,
His word still echoes in my mind,
Assuring I'm not left behind,
The feeling of pride I must decline,
For my maker's hand I must find,
My heart and that of my maker he seemed to bind,
Breaking its coldness,atonement's contract was signed,
On my knees he has left me thinking,
Pondering on life as time keeps ticking,
Right from wrong I'm left picking,
As righteousness's light shines,upon decisions flicking,
Resolved I shall stay, as temptations keep pricking,
For I seek to return by my savior's biding,
O you naïve heart why do you crave?
For another life and claim you are brave,
Voice your limits in your path of recreation,
And let the greedy colors fade,
Less is the want of your breath my lady,
Less is the shine of your spade.
O you friendly intruder you mustn’t listen to what they say,
For know not they my dreamy dreams,
Are only puddles in the way,
In danger am I and patience erased,
When enters your supervision in my heart to play,
Less was the want of my depth my holy,
Less was the shine of my rage,
Why not then o my heart of hearts, believe?
In the darkness of my shadow,
And own a gem so rare?
Why not then hurry and leave?
In the silence of my boat,
Away from dreams beyond repair.
Tempting and inviting need not be your proposal,
Wish as you may,
I shall bathe in the darkness of your shadow or,
Sail in the silence of your boat,
But doomed I shall be if exchanged,
Your priceless gem for my dreamy dreams at your disposal.
I’m so thankful today just to wake up
To step up to the plate and drink from life’s cup
So many things I have just taken for granted
That all of my opinions became rather slanted.
I’m so thankful for all the new friends I have met
I stand at the threshold I am not through the door yet
They make me smile and my heart craves more
I seem much like a bird as I start to soar.
I’m so thankful I just made it to here
There is much uncertainty things that aren’t clear
I see I no longer have to live with my fears
Thousands of smiles replace thousands of tears.
I’m so thankful today yet I wonder what’s in store
Maybe the answers behind door number four
Or perhaps I might have to just wait
While destiny collides with what is my fate.
I’m so thankful for yet another chance
I missed so many things upon the first glance
I think that if I just use my heart to see
I’ll be thankful today for all that may be.
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