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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 )
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.
Verse 1
You drive me through the night
Arctic Monkeys on repeat
It feels so cinematic
I'll keep this memory
Your palm is on my thigh - I like the view
Don't let this moment end - I love you
Chorus
And it’s only us and the city lights
You tell me some dad jokes
and you like my smile
I’m biting my lip
checking if I’m asleep
It’s just too good to be true
Oh man, keep doing what you do
Verse 2
You say you want to ride
Till the morning meets my face
You turn the music down
I’m lost in your embrace
You’re looking in my eyes
then at my lips
You’re leaning close to me
and then you kiss
Chorus
"summertime splashes"
some say summer symbolizes warmth
unleashed with undeniable light
most say the season is rainbow rich
making earth and sky the place to be
evermore for lovers under such spells
running and racing from upcoming cold
time never stands still or sleeps for
impressions harbor until her next roll
managing hourglass sands to downfall as
enchanting elegancies plan each lovesong
search when the moment and softness arrive
placing us all in the middle of what to see
leasing running sands to grant waking hours
as light and warmth linger a little longer
seasons uniquely show styles of no other
holding automatic perennial merry-go-rounds
everything comes full circle to summer light
some say summertime splashes have it all
SkyWatcher
04-09-23
Holding your hand by your bed late last night
I remembered that day you first came into my sight
I knew then and there you were the one meant for me
And together from then on we always would be.
You played it so coy, pretending not to know
That my eyes followed you everywhere that you would go
But you kept looking over with such subtle glances
As I worked up the nerve to ask you for a few dances.
We danced through the night, we danced cheek to cheek
We danced every song till our knees both grew weak
We have danced ever since through the laughter and tears
But our dancing has now ended after so many years.
I felt you slip away sometime during the darkness
You went up to heaven to dance on the clouds
Please wait for me darling, I’ll be joining you shortly
And we can continue our dancing to harps playing so loud.
We danced through the night, we danced cheek to cheek
We danced every song till our knees both grew weak
We have danced ever since through the laughter and tears
But our dancing has now ended after so many years.
As the voluptuous water flows over Niagara Falls
My love for you pours from my heart
When your dam diverts my love I could bawl
Trapped love that you could receive from the start
"All my hugs and all my kisses
Boy oh boy what you've been missin'
Oh boy, oh boy"
Like the fig leaf that mixes its scent with the rose
My love for you gives forth its scented perfume
As the sudden freeze of fall stops the fig in troes
So does your rejection stop my love's eau de parfum
"All my hugs and all my kisses
Boy oh boy what you've been missin'
Oh boy, oh boy"
(Refrain is not original probably will remember from song of years ago. I don't remember
the name of the song or the artist.)
I'll take you on a journey around the world someday
I've thought about the places you'd go with me and say
How you really like this city, or town, or lake, or square
In the middle of the lovesong I'm singing to you there
I want to see your eyes get wide experiencing new things
And I'll make sure to serenade you, your troubadour will bring
You to the most romantic destinations, there's nothing you need to do
Just leave the details in my hands and I'll take care of you
And maybe if you want to you'll call my name and when
I turn my head to answer you'll sweetly kiss me then
I'd melt into your arms, if that ever were to be
I dream about that kiss, my gift from you to me
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.
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.
My dad is a romantic. Mom passed away in April and ever since
he has extended the spectacular video, he made, of the love of his life.
The original was labeled “My June.” Now it is called, My Darling June.
No finer presentation could be made that captures a lifetime with music from his day. It begins with Till by Tom Jones. The song was so tied to my mom, that silly me, I thought the song was “My June.” Their wedding song’s June in January (yes, they were married that month) and many sad songs, no Hollywood star could have a greater love.
IT’s JUNE IN JANUARY
“i love you”
‘to the moon and back’
“more,” she said.
heaven sent
she’s dazzling in her lovesong
Dad’s one hour tribute
1/22/2022