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I climb to the top of the Eiffel tower to catch the remnant of hope gliding through the skies in a bolt of lightning as it circles the three hundred- and thirty-meters pinnacle standing bravely on the hill singing songs of redemption.
I have been longing to get there because I have something romantic to share, it was you I saw sitting in a golden chair with a diamond ring on your finger and golden septage in your hand.
You had gifts all around you and long line of people were waiting to see you and the people from Babylon walking by saluting and bowing in front of you.
It seems like yesterday they rolled the curtain away and you came out without a thought or doubt, but the villagers began to shout.
They marched in the village with sticks and stones calling on the woman of Samaria to turn around or they would send the tanker man to blow up the town.
She didn’t take it seriously until she got hit in the face and ended up with broken finger and domestic disgrace, forcing her to pull back into herself as the weapon of death wheeled over her head.
It causes her to lose some precious vote and while she was out everyone start to shout, the river monkey and the Pentecostal valedictory but the Methodist honorary showed compassion and did not voice their opinion. Pope Francois was in on it too. But his persuasion was not strong to take down the giant man.
The live imagery was so profound of everyone you meet in the town. They smile in front of you and tear your garments behind you and when they are done, they hang it on a stick and place it on top of the Eifel tower in the sun.
We live in two separate worlds, one inside of me and the other outside of you, but it feels like you are right here besides me.
I can hear you all the time but you mask your voice underneath the vine and at nights when I take a nap you play tick tack toe underneath my frock but I pretend to sleep on to prevent altercation on the land. The image is always there it comes and disappears.
I am going on the hill to meet with the daffodil; I will minister to its soul and make its body whole. I will heal its painful allergy and when I wave my hands over its face, it will remove all the disgrace and dry up all the allergies.
The daffodils will smile again from the virtue of my healing hands, so come and help me to sing this beautiful song.
(Continued from part one.)
Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees,
He soars and roars, in his physical might.
His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you;
Into joys and tears, in willing submission.
Treat him not, to your portions of love.
He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage.
Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion,
The dough you kneed, may turn love to hate.
Dare not the wile witches’ craft;
Lest he banish you to the earth’s folds,
To burn in hate, love and desire,
Forever and ever, in eternal penance.
Spurn not his love for the unknown,
With frivolous, eyewash camouflage.
He watches behind the scenes,
Your tremors in the curves and the lips;
You innocent, blooming seductress,
Holding the Mega-staff, letting reptiles sing:
You bore the man, the crowned lord of vice.
Rip him, Independence, to his natural doom.
Haven’t you learnt, you Hollywood menace?
Ever seen Javed Jaffery the Tellywood, Bollywood
Lollywood and Mollywood a few dozen like you?
Tent walk dove-eyed, bumps to the moon.
Kanjiwaram, the Casanova Frenchie,
Break dance in airs to the Eiffel Tower.
Red herring you to the Spanish bulls.
Joy ride Rolls on BMW’s track.
Con the Germans and the Japs.
You, wonder android, generations ahead.
(Forget the Merc-E, TELCO ties,
Or their Sumo-ing the Japanese pride.)
Take care you fool, Govinda could snare,
Rap tap the Seghal to his toe’s.
Golden Eye the double O’s latest dream.
Kung-fu Steven’s at his own game.
Anti-gravity NASA, with mental fields.
Stealth fly you out, from the Pentagon.
Biotech you back into American laps,
Genetically engineered, Gene cultured, wreck.
Brain-virus Microsoft, in config-trees,
Space walk you to the final frontiers in enterprise.
Dance away the foxes of your clan.
Ultra culture, the real London breed.
In knacks of, how to wink and blink.
Lifting eyebrows? Take care you oaf,
Run you goat! and don’t turn your head.
He is the cool cat, really looking his English best.
Flee, before the gambler, he is still there,
Smirnoff you to the Hustler`s care.
Toss you around, under Playboy’s thumb.
Floor you with his catwalk fun.
Cradle you, to the American roost;
Chickening out, not now KFC hen.
He is “She selling sea shells on the sea shore.”
In wizard glee, those Colgate teeth his real hope.
(To be continues in part three.)
We hear the engine whistle
The hissing of the steam
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle
As we meet the arrival of a dream
We didn't think we had a chance of winning
Entering just for fun I guess
but thanks to simple poem we are grinning
As we board the Orient express.
London to Paris, what a dream come true
I never dreamed the sparks would fly between us two
The fireman stokes the boiler; and releases a jet of steam
The guard collects our tickets and we begin our dream
Days and nights together on this magnificent train
Travel through beautiful places, seeing new terrain
Enthralled at the elegance and beauty of the carriage
Will our trip together end up with our marriage
Looking so handsome in your new dinner jacket
Glad you won this holiday; it must have cost a packet
The ambiance of the surroundings is utter bliss
We seal our relationship with a tender kiss
Holding hands so gently we share a vintage wine
Sitting in the Pullman coach you rest your head on mine
Velvet blue sky and shining stars start to cast their spell
The romantic seine has such stories to tell.
In Paris we visit the galleries of fine art
Holding your hand I realise you have captured my heart
We pass through the Arc De Triomphe and climb the Eiffel Tower
Now I surrender to your feminine power
Retire with me to the Napoleon suite
Sharing in the splendour of this romantic treat
Promise to be my Mam'selle Josephine
Or expose my heart to Madame Guillotine
You look so beautiful and smell divine
I kiss your lips, They taste of fine wine
We are lost in the flames of passions fire
As we quench the thirst of true loves desire
Our bodies rise and fall as we entwine
Oh I’m so glad that you are mine
All those feelings denied and for so long suppressed
Come to the fore aboard the Orient express.
Passion abates we are wrapped in each others arms
Darren wants more so I succumb to his great charms
Our fire ignites with desire and great passion
Hour upon hour – this man I can’t ration
Finally we reach the end of the line
Our love making session has been so divine
Arm in arm we head out of the carriage door
So hopelessly in love – who could ask for more
15th April 2014
Jan Allison and Darren Watson - 'JaDazzle'
Please also read my Blog about our collaboration
I have a music that I want to sing but something keeps interfering with the rhythm, I have been trying desperately to compose the line
But every time I reach a special spot something keeps holding the lyrics back, it is the music that you cannot hear because there is no talent over there, the songs that they play have no depth, the lyrics are dirty and it makes the people unhappy. You have not heard this rhythm yet, but when you hear it, the universe will scream and nature will harmonize.
There is a music in my heart that I want to sing, so please help me to compose the rhythm, take me to Paris for a couple of nights and let us look steadfast at the lights, we will climb on top of the Eiffel tower and merge our soul before we grow old, you will play the guitar and hum the tune together and look up at the stars as we press the burden of shame underneath the veil and lock our soul together until we can hear the nights silent whisper, and we will glide with the stars across the city until we reach our final destiny.
Shall I compose this song for you? Shall I make your dreams come true?
I will paint the verses with my lips upon the skies and tease the ocean with mysterious lullaby; I will write the notes on the pages with my breath and invite the universe to sing along.
I have a music in my heart that I want to sing, come and help me to compose the rhythm , it is a song that you have never heard ,it is the song that will bring us together for a better tomorrow; shall I sing this song for you, the lyrics are finally coming out and it makes me want to shout,
Shall I play the rhythm for you, it is wild and it will make the whole world come alive, come let me take your hand and smell the rose from a distant land, come and walk with me under the lights, come and make your passion bright, I can see you smiling and I can feel your heart beating come and share this lyrics with me and set my sprit free.
The music in my heart is singing and I can feel my heart leaping, gather the people all around and use my music to raise money for the people in the town; come and join me over here, and let us sing this amazing song, lay your hand upon my heart and touch your own heart and sing with me.
We hear the engine whistle
The hissing of the steam
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle
As we meet the arrival of a dream
We didn't think we had a chance of winning
Entering just for fun I guess
but thanks to simple poem we are grinning
As we board the Orient express.
London to Paris, what a dream come true
I never dreamed the sparks would fly between us two
The fireman stokes the boiler; and releases a jet of steam
The guard collects our tickets and we begin our dream
Days and nights together on this magnificent train
Travel through beautiful places, seeing new terrain
Enthralled at the elegance and beauty of the carriage
Will our trip together end up with our marriage
Looking so handsome in your new dinner jacket
Glad you won this holiday; it must have cost a packet
The ambiance of the surroundings is utter bliss
We seal our relationship with a tender kiss
Holding hands so gently we share a vintage wine
Sitting in the Pullman coach you rest your head on mine
Velvet blue sky and shining stars start to cast their spell
The romantic seine has such stories to tell.
In Paris we visit the galleries of fine art
Holding your hand I realise you have captured my heart
We pass through the Arc De Triomphe and climb the Eiffel Tower
Now I surrender to your feminine power
Retire with me to the Napoleon suite
Sharing in the splendour of this romantic treat
Promise to be my Mam'selle Josephine
Or expose my heart to Madame Guillotine
You look so beautiful and smell divine
I kiss your lips, They taste of fine wine
We are lost in the flames of passions fire
As we quench the thirst of true loves desire
Our bodies rise and fall as we entwine
Oh I’m so glad that you are mine
All those feelings denied and for so long suppressed
Come to the fore aboard the Orient express.
Passion abates we are wrapped in each other’s arms
Darren wants more so I succumb to his great charms
Our fire ignites with desire and great passion
Hour upon hour – this man I can’t ration
Finally we reach the end of the line
Our love making session has been so divine
Arm in arm we head out of the carriage door
So hopelessly in love – who could ask for more
Written By Jan Allison & Darren Watson
15th April 2014
A dream for many a watch for some
The Olympic journey, Here it comes!!
It was in Paris, few days ago
It rushed a shiver from the head to the toe.
Flags carried through the Seine river
The horse was galloping in the water, even the ring of the high jumper
In the city of love, the flag was hoisted upside down
And all witnessed by the mighty Eiffel Tower.
Starting with the game of Pole Vault
A game not known to many by default
Mondo Duplantis broke the world record
Not only was it the world’s but it was also his own record.
Next is the pride of India, in shooting
Manu Bhaker with double bronze, proving
that doctor and engineer are not the only professions for a women.
Creating history for India on many levels.
Gymnastics is a sport that cannot be forgotten
It was a display of skill and expression.
Simon Biles and Jordan Chiles bow down to the gold medalist,
Showing sportsmanship with a twist.
It was time for the Pakistani athlete to prove his nation’s worth
Arshad Nadeem with a throw of life or death
Creating the new Olympics record in the world of Javelin
Leaving the previous champion with a silver.
For India the well-deserved gold was in question, Sports isn’t all colors
The event of wrestling brought lot of tears
Vinesh Phogat was into the finals
But 100 grams put her back in spirals.
The sport of badminton was not far off
Lakshya Sen with a heartbreaking rip off
Defeating many unexpected, to play the bronze medal match
But placing 4th after almost creating history.
The journey of many ends here
Like Mutaz Barshim who had the gold near
But, is satisfied being the bronze winner
For he is the most decorated high jumper.
The gold dreams of the Indian hockey team thrives
But the journey of Sreejesh, the goalkeeper revives.
The team walks away with bronze
Not only making India proud but also the “state” of Kerala.
A dream for many a watch for some
The Olympic journey, Here it goes!!
It shall last in memories for all, but
it has now left a magnificent show.
Aliya Nujum Navaz
In the blissful slumber,
I wished upon the stars, I had wings,
A fairy appeared with her magical wand,
You will get the wings, you can fly,
You can appear anywhere,
The magic will last for six hours till sun appears.
With magic wings, I dreamed of flying high,
The magical sky with so many planets, galaxies, and stars,
Never could see from my home in obscuring ambient lights,
On this full moon night, I could hear nightingale sings from trees.
With magic wings, I wish I could explore natural wonders,
I could fly over the amazon forest, over the volcanoes and crater lakes,
I can feel the splash of waterfalls, I could watch the sleepy parrots,
I could see the ruins of Mayan and Inca cultures, amazed my wings start to flutter.
With my magic wings, I was hovering over vast African wildlife land,
Over the Serengeti, it is dark in starry nights,
Beautiful daylight animal herds are asleep hiding from preying herds,
I was amazed, the scenes from Out of Arica movie were playing in my mind.
My magical wings, take me to tour the Europe and see its marvels,
The Eiffel tower was sparkling with beautiful lights,
Stonehenge was casting shadows in night skies,
Roman and Greek ruins were reminding me what great culture we had.
With my magical wings, I appeared over the skies in India,
The tall rising temples in south reminded me of rich arts and culture in ancient days,
With the conquering Moghul, and British rules, the passive people lost their roots,
The land of Hinduism and Buddhism, where non violence and passive wisdom was way of life.
With my time running out, I watch stars fading out,
I hurry to the war-torn refugee camps,
Millions of people lost everything and in despair,
Children crying in hunger, dying with treatable disease,
I wish I had the fairy’s wand to give people some relief.
With the rooster morning calls, and crows crocking on trees,
My wing spell was coming to close,
When I opened my eyes, I was stumbling in my bed,
I wish I had the wings in daytime sometime soon.
I passed through the moment hoping that you were there and had something profound to share, but I wait the morning out standing in the biting cold and the air penetrate my body without remorse or apology.
My hands and feet suddenly became numb, and I couldn’t feel my lips, my jaw or my gum, my legs and my nose were heavy as led, but on the other side, fire was burning in my bed and the strange sounds were filtering through the chimney. I searched everywhere but I could not find you.
My body began to shiver because my clothing was improper; I had on tee-shirt and Jeans and a scarf to cover my neck; cold sank deep into my flesh but deep down inside my heart was blazing.
A short while ago the sun was shining in the east and the cranes were pulling up worms and dropping them all around and the wind blew passionately in my back and sweat drips patiently from my face. In seconds the sweat turned to ice and the temperature began to fall in the place. Oh, what passion awaits you in the sun, oh what glory is saturated in the moon; the sea bears its bosom in the moon, and I hope that you will come and see me soon.
Oh, spirit of the sea come and dance with me, the morning keeps slipping away from me, but I hear that you have something profound to share with me.
The rain is sprinkling lightly in the valley wetting the earth with a package from the sky as the clouds passes gallantly by and the birds mingling among the weeds and embracing the budding roots parachuting through the bushes and tangling up their feet in the fruit tree.
You see that giant wheel up there it is silently moving around the atmosphere; its root is buried deep into the ground one man with a mission designed it to the entertain the town, but the business was short, and it broke the young architect heart.
The invention turned wild and parachuted in the sky, but Ferris was no match for Eiffel. The Ferris wheels rolls on and the Eiffel tower is still standing strong.
A tear fell, a dream disappered, and hope was lost
The belief that all men are created equal? I question in part
As I dream and write of hope to come my way and dwell in me, but at what cost?
Must I grow cold inside because I find myself lost with no where to turn, a blue heart
I recall my last tear, it fell just a few seconds ago, on this very line
For all my life I have dreamed of a family to call my own
In search of what? I ask myself? Fake joy? For my blood I can't find elsewhere alone
Rare O negative, and I sob at the very thought of my lonesome for all time
A letter once spoke out to my pen, and a message appered in ink unto me
It was hope, it asked me to question my ability, literature is my passion
The words, the lines forming stanzas hug my eyes, caress my soul, it sets me free
I can honestly say, its my obsession
Always trying to fit in
From grade school, and even know, the question is why am I so different
The world judges me of terrible sin
When it itself drowns in tears of the innocent
As an infant I was pushed aside by those whom I thought loved the most just as I was
The pain was greater in the heart, greater than the bloody bruises that became a second shadow
Never experiencing the beauty and meaning of a sencire christmas
Alone, all to my own fake reality, asking the heavens if it all one day would change, tomorrow
I began to write, to fight for love, for a smile to call my own, for a flower
Her petals so fine and full of a beautiful scent
In her color I saw my spirit holding her for a life time standing in loves name like the Eiffel tower
A dream, a vision which is worth it all, and in my life I shall spend
The stars told of her coming, of her smile, of her dimple
It all began by admiring her all, yes its that simple
I will await for her return, yes again for her, but no longer in fear
My flower, she is my tulip, her petals will dry my tears
I love you Paula M. B.- darkpoet.
Ah, Paris, is still calling me, as a romantic lover that has been the
background of my dreams. Though life passes by like a falling star
the hopeful trip still flows through my bloodstream. I’ve put off
hearing ‘Comment-allez vous’, which is an old reminder of what
someday I must do. Sometimes my thought’s wander to the
banks of the Seine yet I’ve never been except in pictures back
then. Will it ever happen? I long to stroll down the Champ
De Elysee for a whole day during the lovely month of May.
And when I gaze upon the Arc De Triomphe, I won’t state
‘humph’, rather it will be my own triumph. I’d love to
sit for hours, and be transformed by the power of the
Eiffel Tower. There will be plenty of time to visit the
Louvre and Notre Dame which are two good reasons
why I came. I’ll also see the castle Versailles before
I die; only as long as I give a try. And when hunger
sets in I’ll order café au lait in a sidewalk café on
the Champ De Elysee, and maybe I’ll say, merci.
A baguette with some brie will go wonderfully
With this bucket list spree in good old Paris.
Paris has always been the X on my treasure
map, though wrinkled and worn going way
back, I had sworn to dig up my dream, ah
some day, some day. Au revoir mon ami.
Le Bucket List by David Fisher for Bucket List Contest