Long Lovesong Poems
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Give me a break.
Stand there smiling, like it’s easy
As I bash my head against the wall
And the world is caving in on me
Through the blood in my eyes it’s hard to see
How much farther can I fall?
God, let me breathe
I can’t bear this cage you’ve built for me
My stubborn heart is bleeding and blind
and you just keep talking without sound
your simple empty words crash down
and echo in my mind.
I promise you my pretty love…
I was only joking.
I didn’t mean your killing me
But I can feel the sky fall
down on my head.
And pretty baby, please forgive me
I just get vicious when I’m strangling
I don’t want to fight tonight
Let’s drop the pretense and play
With real knives instead.
Where do we go after we stop here
Do not pass go, do not collect your sanity.
Criticize and patronize
But God, don’t change your mind.
I promise you, my pretty love
I was only joking.
I didn’t mean your killing me
But I can feel the sky fall
down on my head.
And pretty baby, please forgive me
I just get vicious when I’m strangling
I don’t want to fight tonight
Let’s drop the pretense and play
With real knives instead.
But God, don’t change your mind.
I promise you my pretty love…
I was only joking.
I didn’t mean your killing me
But I can feel the sky falling
on my head.
And pretty baby, please forgive me
I just get vicious when I’m strangling
I don’t want to fight tonight
Let’s drop the pretense and play
With real knives instead.
First I’m right and then I’m wrong
A thousand times I’ve heard this song.
You say it’s fine
But I can see the nothing in your eyes.
I promise you my pretty love…
I was only joking.
I didn’t mean your killing me
But I can feel the sky falling
on my head.
And pretty baby, please forgive me
I just get vicious when I’m strangling
I don’t want to fight tonight
Let’s drop the pretense and play
With real knives instead.
First I’m wrong and then I’m right
I’d rather die than fight tonight.
And yeah, I know
It’s nothing, nothing, nothing
Once again.
She holds you spellbound, tempts every sigh,
her voice sedutive by its lullabye,
Her meaning envoking the unspoken word
Ever tender the call of her lovesong
This angel who thrives on the air of your breath
The movements of her heavenly rhythm
Closer calls the invitation to feel her rhythm
Succumb to her female sigh
Ever so gently she releases her breath
The gentle sleep of her restful lullabye
Bequiled you fall to the music of her lovesong
With nothing more than the unspoken word
What secret does she keep so closely guarded? the unspoken word
The mystery of her movements swaying to her rhythm
How could a mortal man resist such a lovesong
His resolve given in a surrendering sigh
Returning his words in anticipation of her lullabye
He barely manages to catch his breath
His chest bursting with the urgency to take a breath
Her eyes adoring yet still there's the unspoken word
Her song intensifys a passionate lullabye
The wind caressing nature to respond in rhythm
His need urgent as he pleads with loving sigh
He know's the ending of this Angel's lovesong
This captivation held by the chorus of her lovesong
How could such an angelic understand yet allow such loss of breath?
Again his strength fails him as he hears the relentless sigh
A language alien yet familiar, the assurances of the unspoken word
Delicately the harps resound the perfect rhythm
As his soul escapes to listen evermore to the enchanting lullabye
The sensations of her sound unbearable as she continues her lullabye
What kind of music is this she sings, this immortal lovesong
That holds a mystery unto itself, the defiance of her rhythm
Still he holds to his last dying breath
As she witholds the saving grace of the unspoken word
And all he can do is sigh
As this lovesong continues to play, immersed within the lullabye
His breath weakened to the faintest heartfelt sigh
Surrendering completely to her rhythm, the beauty revealed, the unspoken word.
I have found my voice
at humanity’s eleventh hour
I have found my voice because
I called upon humanity’s wisdom
and asked if I can help to deliver
to you
some units of joy
and lessons of love
so I ask you to hear humanity's inevitable lovesong
ancient
humble
soothing
And deliver me
deliver us
deliver me
on the days Jefferson spoke of inalienable rights
deliver us into that night of human liberation
when czars were overthrown and utopia envisioned
deliver me on the day Martin had his dream
deliver us on the day Paris’ commune became community
deliver me
deliver us
I say deliver me
And deliver us
Because without the us
there is no me
And without the me
There is no us
humanity’s struggle
constant argument between
Me
And
Us
The me and the us
Were at
Lexington Concord
Gettysburg
St. Petersburg
Stalingrad
Omaha beach
Paris, Prague, and Mexico in 1968
Tianenmen Square in 1989
And Occupy Wall Street
The me and the us
Are at kitchen table
Deciding whose childhood is spared
The me and the us are at
Parliaments all over the world
Deciding whose life is worthwhile
The me and the us are at the UN
Deciding which nations are worthwhile
The me and the us
History has been about the me and the us
History’s first experiment in liberation
Stalin and world interrupted, still insisting on the me
so I ask you, humanity
I implore you
In the name of so many terrified faces
In the name of so many torture chamber places
I ask you here and now
At humanity’s eleventh hour
brink of armaggedon's world war
to
Deliver me
And deliver us
Deliver us from humanity's dark night
let the children and future generations breathe
freedom's air
Deliver me
Deliver us
Deliver me
Deliver us.
Motionless Shantelle
(The name Shantelle derives from the French meaning “stone, stony place)
This is the story of girl called Ashima,
a beautiful Yi maiden and her beloved Ahei
Behind mountains in her own land of Shilin
beneath the moon, beyond an azure sky
yet another love story in twist of stars
captivated a rose to a jagged numbness,
to a human rock frozen in Forest of Stones*,
hard and strong forever, unmoved, unchanged.
Shimmering glassy eyes in shred of light,
her blank stare still writhing in pain,
her tears perhaps, washed away in rain.
Feelings dont touch, a dungeon remains.
A soul of stone, motionless Shantelle,
drowned deep, in her own wishing well.
A kerchief on her head, basket on her back
Ashima, the legend, still stands there.
awake in music of a dear lovesong,
tethered in solitude , a life so unfair.
18th February 2020
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name Shantelle
*
Stretched in China's Yunnan province, the giant limestone pillars of the Shilin Stone Forest are sometimes called the "first natural wonder of the world," carved by rain, wind and seismic activity for millions of years.
According to the legend of Ashima, one slender rock is actually the frozen figure of a young woman. When Ashima refused to marry the village leader’s son, Azhi, he decided to kidnap her. To win her back, Ashima’s love, Ahei, challenged Azhi to a singing contest. After 3 days and 3 nights of singing, Ahei finally won the contest and Ashima was released. But Azhi later drowned Ashima in a flood. She is believed to protect the Sani people, but more than that, she serves as a symbol of the power to choose who you marry, and of happiness.
( information taken from internet )
Some lover's jealousies are such a tight squeezing embrace
that the loved one can't help feeling
coiled and embroiled
like in the grip of a loving beast or literally a bear's hug
And which makes her sigh,
why God ever chose to model her into a beauty
For the near perfection of her face and figure
highlights to him his imperfections
such that her illustrious famed facial grace
transforms him into a suspicious tamed beast!
A possessive kind of guy miner tis he
who jealously guards
this beauty secret
like upon having struck gold
and wishes to lock her up from the world
like a real-life Rapunzel's witch.
Yet as no black clouds can hide the radiant sun
her world soon comes to know
of her innocent screened charms and beauty
despite his protests and measures.
Yet in a world of unscruplous looters
this louvred love cage turns out to be that blessing in disguise
She can no longer be preyed upon by any predator guys.
Thus both lucky and unfortunate is the comely woman
But let her bloom and breathe
in love's cell or engulfing dungeon
for a free bird she was never meant to be for long.
And let her wedded man be her love's protective warden
so no body but he is lured by her look and lovesong!
She can't just forever fly and sing foot-loose and fancy-free.
A plethora of cocks out there might try to charm her
with their new feathers
serenading her with new love songs in the wind.
All she must do is
snap out from
and slip away from
their flirty fantasy.
For she can either opt out and walk out
or stay in and stay on, but not both,
for the sake of her beloved
and wise values of scruples and principles.
The song on the radio reminded her of him again.
Their song they would dance to until dawn.
Tears dwelling in her eyes, remembering of how it
might have been, if only she had said 'yes'.
Her first love, the one who, you never forget.
Laughing, over the funniest, stupidest things holding
each other tight, never wanting the night to end.
He is married now so she heard with kids a
good job and a drop dead beautiful wife.
Her life she dared not share with anyone.
If ever asked she would make up stories of the day
she married her 'Prince Charming'.
The whole time fighting back the tears and the screams
she held inside for so many years.
When he came home she was always ready for him.
His chair just right, food fixed just so, kids in bed.
She never uttered a sound, or asked how his day went.
She knew better than to ever speak with out asking
him first, for if she did the beatings would start again.
He walked in again ranting,raving, slinging things everywhere.
Throwing the cat against the wall and than he came to her
She got herself up, never uttered a cry she knew better.
She goes to bed and dreams of him, her first love.
she turns the radio on and the song reminded her again of
...................HIM.
swimming through the night like dark pools
clearly, the stars shine their light
surrounding you in an everlasting glow
that sparks to protect and
caress's the exposed skin of you
your passion is heated to the core
its sweet; the desire that's hidden
beneath your coils
the caressing light contrasts with the
dark pools of violet-blue velvet that
swims through each lovers heart,
it runs through their ears like a bloodied
blade.
hissing its serpent song in your ear, caressing
you in a false touch that chills to the bone.
the light that surrounded you has dispersed,
turning to fog and carrying you
eerily to the depths of the lady's dark grace
she, who hums lullaby's in your ear when
you lack the courage to close your lids and
dream of what you desire.
she, who pulls you; calls you to her in her
siren song. she; who caress's you in her feather
light touch. whispering in your ear.
"thou loveth me, i love thee. i cherish thee, forever. "
she hums these words till you believe,
its her siren song that she sings in your ear
when you lay in your bed asleep.
hoping, just hoping
in your dreams, you weep.
I once heard a man who played the blues,
Whose voice told of unhappy news
His old lady left him at heartache hotel.
Hit the bottle to forget her womanly smell
Played his guitar with sunken eyes,
Strummed the chords that told of goodbyes
From within him a beautiful song arose,
But it was around him that a quiet crowd arose
They listened to every word he sang,
And heard the strings when they rang
No one dared to make a sound
The woes of his lost love filled the air around
They all loved him for what he wrote
A brokenhearted poem with a musical note
And there were only two who hated the song
The man, and the woman he had sung of all along
She stood in the back and saw those who listened
People with tears in their eyes that glistened
And although she was deep within the crowd,
Her only company was the voice of the blues, heard so loud
Realized the story told of her leaving
The pain she caused, his drunken grieving
The blues player and the woman cried with everyone
But the tears wouldn’t stop even after the song was done
Sings the tale of the sorrow of a broken heart
How sad it is, to hear of a love gone apart
Form:
This is a song from the movie JUNO I hope you like it
You're a part time lover
And a full time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you
Here is a and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you
We both have shiny happy fits of rage
I want more fans,
You want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you
I'm trying to keep it real
And I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadows of a train
I kiss you all starry-eyed
My body swings from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you
The pebbles forgive me
The trees forgive me
So why can't you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you
No, I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
But you.....
I would like to dedicate this song to my dearest friends of mine..........
Onissa MCcarley And Grant Joslin
Form:
Emotions rise like sea waves,
Crashing and splattering on the shore,
Powerful and wild, they want to spread
Their touch on the whole earth.
But my life is painted in dark shades,
The colors of reality seep into my soul,
And the waves of my emotions
Meet this darkness and retreat.
They return to my secret world,
As quickly as they come,
Laughing and saying,
“Oh, dear poet, you live in an ocean
Of dead hearts buried in an old well.”
I feel the weight of their words,
But I cannot deny the beauty
Of the emotions that I feel,
Even though they often come to me
In moments of pain and sorrow.
I am the ocean, and I am the waves,
Powerful and fierce, yet contained,
Trapped within the walls of my own mind,
Yearning to break free and be felt by all.
I remain in my solitude,
A poet lost in the sea of emotions,
My words the only way to express
The depth and power of my raging sea.
Let the waves crash upon the shore,
And let my life be painted in shades of gray,
For in my poetry, I find a way
To make sense of the chaos and the fray.
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