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The Phantom of the Opera.
It may sound strange, but the books don’t work
And I am all out of luck.
I would start again if I could meet another Her,
But that time has all been loved.
A second chance at a once true love.
I am not just another fish in the sea.
I would give love back, if I only could
And then, maybe, you could love me.
Never to be attained,
Only seen through sunglasses and reflections of yourself.
If we are both the same, then you too cannot be saved,
From this self-inflicted, back-firing love spell.
I am cursed, to speak in verse,
Like a haunting message from beyond the grave.
Without love I would never have tried to be heard
And you would never have known my name.
Some people say love lets us know,
But I think it blinds my eyes.
When I am old and grey, the me you think you owe,
Will be a long time gone, up into the sky.
I desire no thanks, because I took a chance,
That the words would fall into place.
I am a selfish humane man, who never learned how to dance,
Because of my Phantom of the Opera face.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Hope
Don’t cry. I have not gone. I’m with you all of the time
when days and nights are just too much… or when you
are down, put out your arm your hand will be in mine
just take a moment and feel my touch…
Don’t cry. try to keep a smile, my love and strength
is all around. You’ll see me everywhere you go,
and maybe even hear my voice. I’ll
be there like a snapshot of time, while you listen to
my favourite sound, be strong at least you’ll
always know, I did not leave through choice.
Don’t cry. We will not end, I’ll see you every day
death will not divide us, bright stars may dim their light
sight and touch you do not need, for in our hearts we’ll stay.
The sun may never shine as bright, and when every nerve is numb
and your heart has lost the will to beat, do not despair…
for together we drank the moonlight…
Losing a friend is truly the worst
that’s happened to me yet,
especially when I see your face
and voice filled with regret.
A face I hoped to see each day,
always in your smiling way.
A voice I’d know in any crowd,
no matter be it soft or loud.
I could see it in you if somehow
you caught a break,
the person deep inside of you
instead of just the snake.
If someone just believed in you
in any circumstance,
maybe you’d believe it too
and gave yourself a chance.
I think you knew early on
that I could see your game,
masterfully playing your role
without an ounce of shame.
The times we shared
when lies were spared
I honestly thought true,
I saw something special
past the bullsh** part of you.
Something different drew me in,
I knew you from the start,
but foolishly I convinced me
you wouldn’t break my heart.
I grew blind while wined and dined
awed by your snake charm,
but I thought I was special,
so why should I fear harm?
I knew you were capable
of doing such a thing,
but I didn’t think
that I would ever
be the one you’d sting.
Then one day you turned away
because the time had come to pay,
a promise made in trust as friends
would drag us to a bitter end.
My friend if you could just believe
the image you project,
aground of morals, confident pride
and integrity to protect.
Instead you hide, still terrified,
that you just might succeed
to be the one your biggest fan
believes you still can be.
Though I’m still in disbelief,
lost inside a grayish grief,
my dignity would win the day
through strength and courage to walk away.
Despite the pain there’s still some things
I know I won’t forget,
‘cause losing a friend is truly the worst
that’s happened to me yet.
~Jeannie Cronin
Let's fly somewhere, just us
Let's go without ado or fuss
Where music's in the street
Where I can love you long and sweet
Where we can sing the song
Of romance while the days are long
Where the sun stays up 'til nine
Then afterwards we'll wine and dine
To have you to myself
Exclusively, there's no one else
To stop the things I want to say
To tell you how I love the way
You sing, you dress, you so impress
You're smart, you're just a work of art
You're beautifully stunning too
The way you look, the things you do
I'd swim the ocean, drink a stream
If only I could live my dream
Of always being by your side
From here to there, from far and wide
And maybe you could me as well
Be in love with, I can't tell
But if you did I'd do a dance
And buy that quaint chalet in France
To one day live in, me and you
After we both said, "I do"
A yellow quilted jamboree
Of morning love and fresh coffee
a plane will fall out of the sky - everyone knows why
- they still investigate - find a black box -
find nothing in it but screams – the used parts
of crew and passengers are gathered up -
if you run over a cat or dog or child
all you can say is sorry - but
you don’t know who to apologies to
so you scream into a box
that you send to yourself –
maybe you’ll play it later, maybe you will bury it
in the backyard – maybe you won’t -
people occasionally fall out of the sky –
are carried away in black cars
we understand something went wrong –
‘sorry’ slinks in as a stray cat –
says something you don’t understand
then scurries out -
questions grow weary - die in the air –
stale and short of breath
and after all that
you are most welcome and allowed
to scream into a black box -
if you have one
Her incessant chatter is no longer listened to
Still it keeps going, loud and proud.
Her family and church do not hear; she has become white noise
Something no longer annoying even.
Her ramblings are not noticed at all.
She talks to the cans and the produce man at the grocery store.
Sharing every detail of her day; he keeps working, he knows her.
Hello Mrs. B, Mrs. T, Mrs. X, Y, Z. Did you know….
Yes, they did, or maybe they don’t want to.
They flee.
She cannot bear silence.
We all know what color her toothpaste is,
What happened to her in the bathroom on Tuesday last.
We are the newbies, so we have not drowned her out yet.
She is still a bit of a novelty.
As the storm clouds gather over the sun
A tiny opening lets through beams of light
Still a swirling dark mass like a sea undone
Resting behind are beams of sunlight
Rain is needed and the clouds a delight
They offer protection from the noon's heat
Cover from summer's full sun which is bright
Maybe tonight will be a cooler treat
Despite dark clouds, there's hope for new days
Maybe sunlight for an afternoon tromp
Or some time for water sports and play
An evening filled with much romp and stomp
Dark clouds can be at sometimes aboding
But after the storm life is acclimating
Written: June 30, 2014
Inspired by: Elly Wouterse's Contest
Contest: Encore
SPIDER SILLY CRAWLINGS UP AND DOWN A WEBBED WALL
THERE ARE GOBBLINS AND MONSTERS & MEOWLINGS TOO
JUMPING JACKS THAT POP AND LITTLE SLY FOXES THAT RUN
FOR GOODNESS SAKE BE SAFE, SAYS THE EVE OF GOOD WILL
SCARY DOLLIES WITH EYEBALLS THAT JIGGLE AND WIGGLE
A PORCUPINE CHILD WITH A PRICKLY DEMEANOR, OH MY !
HAUNTINGS & MUDDLINGS, SCATTERINGS & SCARINGS
THE KIDS IN THEIR GARMENTS ARE WILDER THEN RODENTS
HERE COMES THE STICKLIEST WITCH OF THE YEAR
FLYING ON A BROOMSTICK BEWARE, SHE DRAWS NEAR
SHE HACKLES AND CACKLES WITH DROOPY NOSE QUACKLES
MY KIDDIES BE CAREFUL, DON'T EAT FROM HER CASTLE
SHE'S GOT MONGRELS AND HYBRIDS AND ALL KINDS OF BREEDS
AND EVEN THE GOBBLINS ARE AFRAID OF HER GREED
SHE'LL TRICK YOU SHE'LL TREAT YOU, BUT DON'T YOU BELIEVE HER
HER CAULDRON IS READY AND SOON SHE'LL BE FETCHIN'
SPIDERS AND GOBBLINS , LITTLE ONES TOO, EYEBALLS AND TOES,
AND MAYBE , .... EVEN YOU !
Eric Edward, what an inspiration
Fighting for a cause in a dangerous location
Browns, greens and dark colours match
Loading shells and weapons in a particular batch
The glint in his eye of that brave young soul
Heart beating pure, being home safe is his goal
Orders given to a job he may not understand
Passionate for his country on this foreign land
Heat blazing down on his fragile body
Brotherhood so strong, never shoddy
Maybe he is used as a pawn in a political battle
Unlike weak politicians, he’ll never throw in his rattle
Leading by example in a courageous way
In a world that looses patriotic views every day.
I remember the individuals who risk their lives
They also have Sons, mothers, brothers and wives
Lets not forget ‘Sweetheart’ who worries every night
Mother to her child who worries, hoping he’ll be alright
Never judge on what is right and what is wrong
The world is a long way from singing a harmonic song
Thank you for the efforts of the brave
Hopefully one day its your life I will be able to save
Come home safe to your worried mother
The day will be soon to embrace one another.
God bless.
In the Swirling Mists of My Mind
I Have Been Lost for So Many Years,
Moving Here or Maybe There,
and Clarity Would Only Bring Tears.
Time Has Finally Healed Me
Oh, but it Moved So Slow.
It Seemed it Took Forever,
to Recover from the Blow.
I Was Hit Hard on the Head,
I Went down in Vietnam,
for Awhile I Was Missing in Action,
I Had Got Too Close to a Bomb.
I Woke up in a Vietnam Prison
but My Mind Refused to Work,
I Wasn't Able to Talk.
All I Remember Is the Hurt.
My Buddies Got Me out
and Made Sure I Got Sent Home,
I Have All of Them to Thank,
but I Can't Do it on My Own.
We Always Took Care of Each Other.
It Was "All for One and One for All"
Now It's Time to Thank My Friends.
Their Names Are on the Wall.
Connie Moore
May 11, 2000