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The concept of a top ten, is a wonderful choice
For Joe Flach's contest, your words become your voice
Typically for me, music comes first
Below are my ten, please read and rejoice
In alphabetical order, these ten you may have heard
If you know the tunes, please sing along to the words
If I ever win the lottery, I shall book the Carnegie Hall
And invite all the Soupers to sing and have a ball
AC/DC, from the album "Let There Be Rock"
"Whole Lotta Rosie" with whom Bon Scott defrocked
Black Sabbath, from the album of the same name
Black Sabbath being the track, tolling bells in the falling rain
Deep Purple, with "Made in Japan" from the year 1972
"Smoke on the Water" resonates, Montreaux through and through
Ferry, Bryan, a Geordie, "Another Time, Another Place"
"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" his voice in wonderful grace
Mellencamp, John Cougar, awesome with "The Golden Jubilee"
"Hot Dogs And Hamburgers" taking an Indian girls liberty
Pink Floyd, with their always inspirational "The Dark Side Of the Moon"
"Time" simply out of this world, eventually where we all go soon
Queen, Rock's Royalty, Queen II is the album for me
"Father to Son" to my father, I have grown up to be like he
Rush, the Canadian three piece, "Moving Pictures" from Toronto they are
"Red Barchetta" of Italian design, a gorgeous sleek sports car
Thin Lizzy, with their 1978 "Live and Dangerous" tour
"Emerald" with Gorham and Robertson, twin guitarists so pure
UFO - with their classic "Strangers in the Night"
"Love To Love" what a ballad, the Rock bands just get them so right
In the winter of my years, stands my barren tree
Its leaves stripped by autumnal winds
Against hope, it had one life left to give
I blew a warm breath into a lone branch
Hoping against hope, I stood transfixed
As spring approached, I beheld a bud
I cupped it in my hands frozen in wonder
I watched its growth in amazement
The spring sun came, and I saw it change
I began to miss the bud growing to a calyx
It’s pinkness unfurled with relentlessness
Observe, readers, a dress wrapped inside a bud
I coveted this awakened bud blossoming
I shielded it against summer's onslaught
But, toiling bees siphoned its very nectar
Its chiffon gown blown off by the solstice
I held on to my once bud defrocked
Miracles abound in nature if you have time
Even now, I hold on to that childlike bud
Knowing it will grow past adolescence
Still holding tight, I saw its fruit maturing
Week by week it no longer needs my hands
A fruit was being born minute by seconds
It ripened on the fragile twig despite hands
I remembered when it was a babe in my palms
Now, it grows fat and juicy tempting to fall
I learned to let go giving to gravity
It was never mine and never still
It grows larger than my hand will hold
That peach is growing hairs without restraint
Its stem strains against that barren tree
It will fall off the tree and grow legs
It will run off to college leaving me in debt
It will find a girlfriend and make seedlings
My little seed must tell hands to let go
My barrenness will then be my reward
The tree and I will be left alone
At times the peach will text or call
I will wonder if that fruit is all right
I hope the endeared pit will find fertile soil
I hope my Persian plum will come and visit
Me and my barren tree are exhausted
My winter has no more spring left in me
Knowing a peach was born is enough
Hope will sprout far from this barren tree
With blossoms bursting like candy stars
Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus—defrocked priest and sorcerer of the black
arts; epiphany of evil and master of debauchery.
He looks among his minions with a grim bearded countenance
and piercing beady eyes with a distinct grimace of utter revulsion.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
Once a famous devout and humble priest of medieval times,
he was a biblical scholar and factotum of great intellectuality.
His walk and conversion to the dark side
mirrored his frustration with God himself;
Reygus Hameltus felt that God had deserted him
and no longer cared to listen to him.
With this . . . and losing faith
he turned to the Devil, the ultimate corrupter of the human soul.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
As Reygus Hameltus assumed his apostleship in evil,
every ounce of goodness and spiritual greatness
left his body and soul in good measure.
He murdered and raped, cajoled and lied,
and brought deception and reeked destruction
on all who crossed his path and his disciples no less.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
But it should be said that all evil one day runs its course.
And when the good people of Montserrat fought back and answered in kind . . .
Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus — black arts sorcerer and his witches’ coven
suffered the eternal vengeance and wrath of God
and were banished to the Devil’s Kingdom forever—faraway from mankind!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - August 13, 2014
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When I reached the surface I could smell their fear
From the depths of my dark they could sense I'm near
Their azure blue skies turned to darken sulky clouds
My cawing cacophony of followers, voiced their loud
Oh what pleasure it gave me knowing they'd find my goal
The darkened seeker sought, the last angel on their scrolls
Commotion, confusion abounded, taken to me was she
Silence was heard in her wings, now kneeling in front of me
Eyes of solemn righteous, now attract this leader of dark
As I stare into her pearly white, she views my wanting stark
To me now close in touch, thunderous clouds applaud my caress
Lightning strikes as I enter her world, in fall, her wings undress
Defrocked, taken forsaken, an incredible darkness now descends
Such power will emit when I surface again, can any race contend
“Go BANG!”
"Is that a gun in your pocket?"
She said
"Careful, I recommend
you need to be undercover,
and soon, call it Espionage M
You’re so disjointed
It's exasperating
but endearing"
He said
"Danger is Your Middle Name
You’ve been decoded!"
She said
"But rest easy, so far
not defrocked
We need you triggering
pistols, and playing
Russian Roulette
and Shuttle Cock -
it will assist me
if your outcome is
alive not dead"
He said
"Dear Badminton,
Is that the same as
being decrypted in bed?
Of course, if you prefer,
we could -
tread water naked
with sharks instead"
She said
"I love it when you
split hairs over slang
Special Agent,
leave the Latin for Corsica,
Confessions remain
secrets left unsaid -
Let’s go vesper
riding full monty
with the high priests of
soliloquy instead...
By the way, you failed to
answer my question -
Is that a gun in your pocket?"
She said
He said
"Come here and pull
the trigger, it’s a
lethal weapon
consider it a
suave kind of
special Agent thing...
Your mission, dearest Cabin Fever"
he pushed the envelope towards her,
"should you so wish to proceed here…."
"Go BANG!"
She said
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Go Bang" / PNAU
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"Chameleon / PNAU
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"Chameleon" / PNA
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"Go Bang" / PNA
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Leafy meadow
He lies her down
Defrocked from
Her summer gown
Bodies bronzing
In the blazing sun
Natures wanting
Scents will run
Exploration
As their hands caress
He gentles down
On her body, impress
She welcomes her love
Through her gates of bliss
In this place of colour
Kiss after kiss
Their sweat-ed dew
In the sun glistens
Natures audience
Warmly listens
A gentle breeze
As the plant life sways
Like the rhythmic action
On her he lays
Orchestral sounds
Echo their all
Moans and groans
Their loving vocal
They sigh in tandem
Sharing each other
Collapsing in cuddle
In this lea of clover
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My heart felt old; I sought the cold.
Canada’s land was what I planned.
Among trees grand and far inland
To dance my sad brand of sarabande.
Yet precious moments come when joy flowers,
Far briefer than Four-O’clocks,
As resurrected visions composed of spectral smoke,
Reignite our love in brief rapture; abruptly fading.
Far from the shores I now abhor
Where eyes of blue were wrenched from view;
A grisly depart for my sweet heart -
A rag doll tossed and dragged into the deep.
Winter trees in chiaroscuro
Cuffed by icicles grip and snow.
Dark, defrocked beeches beseeching;
Limbs pleading for the sap of Spring.
Staring into those leafless woods
As cotton obscurity falls;
And gloaming passes into night,
Something I see sheds its dark veil.
Life bursts anew; I plainly view
Your windswept raven hair framing
Jeweled eyes and lips set in tan
An amaranthine vision of
Our ancient love, so evergreen
Waiting sweetly in the deep snow.
So near, so there, but not now here
A snapping branch broke quietude.
Daring damsel of Tavira,
My heart still glows at thoughts of thee
Cuddled close on Algarve beach
White wave swash foam tickling our toes.
Our brash love was a high wire act
Done without any safety net.
Diving the sky, diving the deep;
Scaling the peaks; dancing in Rio.
Passion flowed allegro con brio;
Alloying us ‘neath moon and sun.
Until you vanished in the swirling sea
West of the sandy swath of Algarve.
Stolen, seized by a great white shark
As your surfboard raced past mine.
Absent your smile my life seems spent
As if impaled on Triton’s trident.
Yet precious moments come when joy flowers,
Far briefer than Four-O’clocks,
As resurrected visions composed of spectral smoke,
Reignites our love in brief rapture, abruptly fading.
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Defrocked yachts on moorings in the bay
Pull at tethers like dogs yearning for a walk
The ruffled blue waters, rippling white glary glints
Sea of sparkles, gentle tiny flashing lights like town twinkling at night.
Listen closely as the bobbling yachts creak, groan, rock and lilt
Whispering and murmuring sea shanties to each other.
Hoist the main, unfurl the jib
Drop the mooring rope, unleash the boat to sail.
Horses loves to run, sailboats loves to sail
Straining, heeling over, yielding to wind
But contriving to trick the wind to grab its power
To drive the yacht forward through the sea.
The waves are sliced through, and surface waters parted
As the sailboat flings delightfully forward
Relishing the sail, frolicking with crew
Sailing free on true blue waters
With true and steady winds, that blew and blew on blue all day.
On a spotty, sprinkled day, at the Plott's house on the block,
A squatty Uncle Scotty had sent a polka dotted, cuckoo clock!
The family said "That's handy!", and found a spot upon a shelf
For the dandy, new Swiss timepiece,...next to toddy mix and tea pots!
While Mommy Plott washed all her pots, Daddy Plott worked in the yard
The children, too, were caught worn out, after swatting flies so hard
By the twilight of the evening, they were worn, like pennies spent
Supping lentils, corn and pintos, ...then, up stairs they gladly went
Daddy Plott turned out the lights, falling, plop, right into bed
But bolted up with such a jolt!!...loud "CUCKOOS!!" hurt his head!!
The brand-new clock, made such a noise, his nerves hung by a thread !
That yoddling bird, that could be heard, might wake the neighborhood!
It popped out every hour, and the sour house would shake
With a hollering "CUCKOO' voice....with an awful racket made!
They covered it with pillows...and took it from the room
But the "CUCKOO-CUCKOO-CUCKOO" could be heard...from even the moon!!
They would just doze off, fall fast asleep, and think that it was done....
But when the hands said Next O'Clock......it would cluck out lots more fun!!
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock...four....!!
The poor little bird, with his voice getting sore....
Saying 'cuckoo', ....'Cuckoo'......"CUCKOO!!!" again !!!
So Daddy took out the tick...........then he took out the tock
Then he defrocked little birdy.....so that he couldn't talk
Now it sits on a shelf.....in the house at the Plott's
Even the clock's little birdy.....can sleep like a rock!
Let sail this doom and gloom
Drinking gasoline with a blue lighter
In the morning head up the gangplank
The hours till I lay down is a lifetime
I’ve become a child drunk on hydrocarbons
How will I lay my aching head at night?
Isn’t it how I’ll wake up young again?
I’m a sailor heading to international waters
Fuel in my belly on furlough from happiness
It’s nearly noon and all I see is blue
At 3 o’clock noonday demons unfurl my sails
I say to myself I hear Sirens on the horizon
Perhaps it’s just Moby Dick crying alone
Some crossed the ocean to the New World
Now commonplace on planes and hours
With no one at home, on the deck with Ishmael
We’ll go fishing for that elusive white Dick
Doom and gloom will be air and blood by six
We’ll dock in Cuba and dance with Sirens
Tomorrow work will yank me from pages
Today I belong to the empty ocean’s tome
Tomorrow old mistakes will become my child
A kid's mind aching from too much rum
Tomorrow itching to be back on the Pequod
Without my son waiting back home
Without my lad tethering me to shore
A landlubber defrocked is forever exiled
When nine comes watch my ship in embers
I’ll wake back on shore however far I go
Sirens and Moby Dick leaving voicemails
Ahab making his bed for me like a maid
Go down with the ship since born this morn
Dog-eared, I’m not a first edition
Book burnings make a purty sight
Trying to ignite doom and gloom
Queequeg build me a rose coffin
The printing press is pressing me
Keep me from international waters
Oh God, let the water feel nice