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Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam
Pondering what we are and who I am
Now that we finally raised a family
Is there anything left just for you and me
Seems each week is just like the one before
So what have we both been working for
Too many years lost daily nine to five
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive
Wanna find some island Shangri-La
A tranquil sunny spot with no hoopla
Some place lost we could easily hide
That can't be found in a tourist guide
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
We could forget all about the noisy mobs,
Boomerang children and annoying jobs,
And go online, book a one-way flight--
Escape while we can out into the night
Gotta find that tropical getaway
Somewhere unspoiled where the locals play
With fishing boats, seabirds & mango trees,
And spicy hot scents carried on the breeze
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Gotta find that tropical paradise
Where nights are warm and folks are nice
Where green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
I wanna hold you close on an empty beach
'neath a crystal full moon just out of reach
We could sneak out behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Tropical Getaway
Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,
Wondering what we are and who I am.
Since we’ve already raised a family,
Is there anything left just for you and me?
Seems each day is just like the one before.
So what have we both then been working for?
Too many years lost daily nine to five...
Just making ends meet, barely feeling alive.
Let’s forget about all the noisy mobs,
Boomerang children, and annoying jobs,
Gently swing in a hammock made for two—
And snuggle real close, next to me next to you.
Gotta find us some island Shangri-La—
A quiet sunny spot with no hoopla...
Some lost place where folks could easily hide,
That no one could find in a tourist guide.
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We’d dance away each endless night,
Lost in love, with no dawn in sight.
Wanna find some tropical getaway--
Somewhere untainted where the locals play;
With fishing boats, seafood, and mango trees,
And spicy hot scents carried on the breeze.
Lounging in that tropical paradise,
As windy bonfires spark like fireflies;
We’d watch lovers dance while the steel drums play
Nightly Calypso tunes from dusk till day.
Chorus
Another Monday morning traffic jam,
Wondering what we are and who I am.
So let’s turn around and go book a flight,
escape while we can out into the night
Gotta find that tropical paradise
Where the nights are warm and the folks are nice,
And green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
Wanna hold you close on an empty beach,
With a crystal full moon just out of reach.
We could sneak out behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Chorus
In whirlwinds of dreams, where silences dress in whispers,
I urge you to steal from the night fine grains of darkness,
To lay them in raven feathers, gathering divine secrets,
And to spread the torch of light over hearts deaf and blind.
I urge you to carve from words new echoes for dead souls,
To mortgage with butterflies, in their dance, all the mulberry leaves,
To buy tears from those forgotten, rejected, lost in love,
And to bring solace to your doorstep, to each abandoned child, wronged.
I urge you to share your cloak with those deprived of freedom,
To bear the world's injustice, like Jesus, on your back,
To be silent alongside Anne, caught between cold walls,
And to cross horizons in the arms of forever disabled grandparents.
I urge you to be patient with the old man who seeks his dignity in a cane,
To empathize with the hunger that begs for a little kindness on the streets,
To offer the bowl with broth, in the cemetery, for those who have passed into non-existence,
To pity the hearts that know only the garment of misunderstanding, distance.
I urge you to tax the morning grass with dew, to discover how clouds flee,
To wing the plough, to light the lamp for the lost, to no longer hide,
To confess your sins when you can't commit them, to drink comet's milk,
To sell your love to the unlucky one, to fall madly, completely in love.
This is my urging, wrapped in magic and melancholy,
A poem that crosses the spectrum of humanity, with its goods and ills,
Urging compassion, courage, to dare to love,
To be light in the darkness, to open your heart, to simply be your best self.
Without your friendship I have gone astray
I'm lost in love without your heart to show the way
Roaming around I watched adulation turn dire
Looking for you brings wayward desire
Searching all day forfeiting devoutness
You are absent and I find fondness
I missed you at a turn and found devotion
Adrift from you and I noticed emotion
I skipped my chances and saw a yearning
Took the long road and witnessed passion burning
Scanning the sky I detected a crush
Hidden from you I saw tenderness blush
Invisible to you I gazed at delight
Irretrievable affection is out of sight
I glimpsed at fidelity while it was at sea
Disappeared respect is absent in me
Without your friendship I have gone astray
I'm lost in love without your heart to show the way
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,
But Whiskey makes you frisky.
Clerihews and epigrams are fine but
Do not tell these to one lost in love
Except when you mean to cheer up one
Fevered with temporary amourous setbacks.
Gift them the gift prized by one and all
Humour - evoking laughter or perhaps a smile
Inviting a participation in the balm laced with
Jokes, both ribald and a bit of the plain
Killing the gloom of mindless regret and remorse.
Laughter is the best medicine, they say,
Mightily potent to dissipate every whiff of gloom
Nostrum for broken hearts and the flings and arrows of life.
Ophidian ilk are friends that are wry, shirking a shoulder
Pretending with masks to smile away misfortune yet
Questing to wring out sweet savor from other's calamity.
Roar unto the wind a bit louder than the storm
Spoiling what they seek with your tuppence attitude.
Take what is yours, let no one deny you your share
Under any circumstance do not relent for what is your due.
Verity is a virtue that'll stand in good stead,
Warmth towards your fellows won't ever waste.
X-factor's something natural not something you fake,
Yearning for glory like a harlot who'll sell.
Zing is the thing with this homily, my friend.
~27 May 2016~
I'll sit on the roof and watch the moon
I'll swallow the pain
And let my tears flow!
I'll pretend there is a violin with me
I'll pretend that the moon dances
As I play the saddest tunes ever
Merely because the creepers creeping out
Of my heart have become weak,
Ready to wilt and dry up
As lost in love,
I choose to hold on tight to the mysticism
That guides me on my way!
I'll pretend that I am the only one to glow
In Love's warmth,
That like me, the needy tugs tugging at him
Have become urgent
As urgent as a life to be saved
As urgent as greens which are to blossom
As urgent as is the cause of finding a way
To save the life forms of Earth before doom strikes!
I'll sit on the roof and watch stars
I'll try to tell myself that both Love and I
Will strive hard to make our way back there
To where it all has a meaning!
I'll tell myself that Love is that which is needed
To allow humanity to keep on rolling
I'll pretend that all around me
I see its genuine essence instead of the selfishness
And the sinful hue
That has invaded it!
I'll dream, wide awake of those dreams I've had
Those dreams which had spelled out loud and clear
That my soul belongs to my chosen lover
That together, tangled in a bond, we shall be saved
From the murky swamps in which we are treading
But which we perceive as being solid runways for our planes!
I'll sit, till the cold envelops my senses
Till my nose starts running
Till my voice gets hoarse
Till my eyelids droop, worn and spent
I'll sit and shed off my vanity, my pride, my ideals,
I'll tear them off and burn them
Till shall remain of me,
A maiden, a lost soul, frail and too weak to even whisper
Needing the strength of that chosen love,
Love which has been thrust upon me
By the Goddess watching over me!
I'll sit and wait for the warm embrace of it
An embrace which shall last as long as Existence would want
And which would allow me
To fill my pen with my tears
And to write
Of it all,
To be left as a memento of how beautiful Love can be
In a hopeless world!
Suddenly you were gone
Suddenly I was alone
Left with a broken heart, knowing you have moved on
Suddenly my soft heart became harder than a stone
Now, I feel nothing at all
It is raining and the drops of pain are reaching my soul
My body has nothing but a million holes
Now, I'm heartless, I'm only a pretty doll
My heart is broken
My brain is crushed
My eyes are filled with tears
I wish if I could resist
After you left me you try to come back
You know the look in your eyes makes me crack
You know I can't say no to you, I'm Stuck
You know you are my light, with you I'm lost in black
But, It is okay
Hurt me more if that what makes you feel better
Lie to me, if that what paints your winter with a spring color
Tear me, if that what you wants, it doesn't matter
I know no matter what you did, I will be your shulter
It is not your fault, you are not bad
It is the damn love, it is blind
I have no where to run or hide
Just hold me in your arms, you are all I got
Form:
To me it's the end of my life
No reason without my wife
She brought my best to the top
Telling me to never stop
That every step we took
Behind us we never looked
Trying to make each and every day
Special in it's own way
Never had any regrets
Our values had all been set
Now as the light seems to fade away
I need you so much more today
Not sure at all what to do
So lost in love with you
For now I can only weep
As I can only watch you sleep
I knew that you wouldn't wake
Why couldn't it be me that God would take?
I can't let anyone see what I am going thru
It all comes from my love for you
God’s Christmas Angel
God’s Christmas Angel is full of His love;
A Guardian to those lost to His light.
Restore them to God’s path of divine right,
This Angel’s charge be with His grace above!
This Angel’s mission is replete with love,
And one prized in God’s holy presence bright;
One passion perfect in His holy light;
And one blessed by heavenly Saints above!
This Angel cloaks those lost in love replete;
With true passion and holy spirit now,
To fulfill God’s wish—His eternal vow!
Love’s this Guardian’s power complete;
Her spirit to redeem those lost on Earth,
Bringing them God’s love and divine rebirth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 2, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)
Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee
In the Zoo Garden
At creation’s dawn
Men were at peace
Before sin was born
The lake waters rippled
Towards the edge of time
While songbirds sang songs
Of divinely written rhyme
Temples built white
To shine in the sun
Plants lived forever without night
Fruit and flowers flowering each one
The animals spoke a language
Understood by man
And pure rain flowed softly
Out of God’s hand
Yet on the other side of this right
Was the face of error’s wrong
Sin’s sad ugly birthchild
Without peace and without song
And men left the Zoo Garden
Never really there at all
Descending into error’s wonderland
Beginning the long downfall
Really it was no fall at all
Rather a steady upward rise
From darkness and ignorance
Back to Paradise as the prize
Millenniums of killing, millenniums of despair
Catastrophes, famine, decay and pain
Sadness, misery no loving care
Millions and millions gone insane
And slowly men rose upwards again
Through black hopeless death
Back into the Zoo Garden
To re-breathe God’s breath
The Garden a creation in the mind of men
An artistic creation of man
Not really existing before
But always just seemingly at hand
When men reached the voices of angels
Their struggle was soon forgotten
Passing their smile filled days
Lost in love songs sung with their begotten