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Written: September 1st 2023
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Blithering from the depths, every word I trace
A crimson river of my soul's embrace.
Ink spills such as tears onto a vacant page.
Etching tales of love, joy, and rage.
A metronome dances in sync,
To the music of your soul, a rhythmic link
Each beat resonates with passion and desire.
Fueling the flames of a poetic fire
Fallen leaves create a carpet of gold.
As nature's beauty begins to unfold.
Green smooths dirt between its knuckles,
As life takes root and slowly chuckles.
Multiplying ways, all but bright,
In the morning sun's riddling light.
Booby traps for the uninitiated few
On these paths, only the chosen flew.
Times appease, akin to a gentle breeze,
Piling wafers of moments, memories at ease
Lines of trees sway to a musical tune.
Their leaves whisper secrets beneath the moon.
The vast blueberry moon is humming along.
To our symphony, a harmonious song
Our souls entwined in this grand display,
Creating melodies that will never fade away.
With each word written, each note played,
A symphony of souls, forever displayed
In the depths of our blithering hearts,
We find solace in this artistic art.
The crimson river flows with grace.
As we pour our souls into this sacred space.
The metronome keeps time with our depleted hearts.
As we delve deeper into the magical arts.
The paths we tread may be treacherous and unknown.
But together, we navigate, and we've grown.
The morning sun's light reveals hidden treasures.
As we unravel the mysteries and measure our pleasures.
I gaze beyond the phasing face
of the nebulous horizon,
searching in clamorous silence
for a hypnotic glimpse
of your poetic sparks ~ lost,
placed within the kohl-dust
of dreariness dressed
in deceitful dancing diamonds,
like layered silver and gold,
seared by Zeus’s thunderous wrath,
leaving memories engraved
in satanic sapphires
across the tempestuous teal
soaked in surging tears
unshed and unseen...
I’ve long been fighting
demons masked as the raven visage
of my bleeding silhouette,
preaching kindness whilst feeding
my soul with venomous verses ~
the poisoned truths of past turbulence.
But I refuse to drown in despair.
I will dance through the
dimmed spheres ~ eclipsed and torn ~
to reach the amorous arms
of compassion,
awaiting amidst splitting sorrow.
And when it rains,
my heart quivers,
haunted by inner thoughts;
my mind paints lines of love
in darkness and disarray,
for I fear never seeing
the saffron light on
the moon’s tender lips.
And in the midst of
p u s h i n g and p u l l i n g,
trapped in aching coldness,
afraid of losing the warm,
golden strands of roseate dusk,
I hide and fade like
love’s heat at twilight,
burying the poetic longing
within storms of melancholy,
waiting for another
cup of coffee at sunset ~
where your name ricochets
like reveries of romance
and your voice reverberates
like musical mists of monsoon,
carving an ambience
of delicate desires
tying me to the ombre amber
s i n g i n g songs
of solace, forevermore....
The cardinal twitters and preens and flutters.
The blue jay swoops in, under yesteday's shutters.
Oriole brings melody in form of pretty trills.
Butterfly honors robins with beauty that fills.
They swoop in the meadow and woods full of light,
With daring musical beak tones that bring us delight.
The chittering and chattering are not heard on the fly.
These songbirds voicing excitement so enormously high.
The cardinal, blue jay, oriole, and robin quite true
All swoop from the heavens to delight me and you.
Even the crow with a caw that could startle the dead.
Brings a purity to the forest that keeps us well-fed.
My lyrics are inspired by HTP -Hughes Turner Project
song, Fade Away (Sorry, I made it so dark)
(Musical Introduction)
There is darkness all around us
and in the shadows we caress
as trees creak and moan a sad song
and with a kiss I whisper be strong
be strong
be strong
be strong
be strong
Love never meant to be
our future empty oh why can't you see
love not enough
I cannot ruin your life
forgetting us is very tough
yes, I have this sharp knife
and love will fade away
Just hold my hand until the end
I wish we had a chance to love
but, I can't let go so you come
this is how we will be one e v e r
forever
forever
forever
ever
Love never meant to be
our future empty oh why can't you see
love not enough
I cannot ruin your life
forgetting us is very tough
yes, I have this sharp knife
and love will fade away
(Musical Interlude)
Just hold my hand until the end
I wish we had a chance to love
but, I can't let go so you come
this is how we will be one ever
hold me as we fade away
we fade
away
away
away
away
away
away
into the darkness falling
falling
falling
lovers holding hands
fading
fading away
fading
away a w a y a w a y a w a y
but, then I cannot, cannot, won't
and let go of your hand
and watch as you fade away . . . into the water
The team of Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein displayed prowess.
It seemed everything they produced would be a success.
There was triumph for some Broadway shows nobody could deny.
They included “Oklahoma”, “State Fair”, and “The King and I”.
Two more melodious plays that were absolutely terrific
were the widely-heralded musicals “Carousel” and “South Pacific”.
Along came an attempt based on John Steinbeck’s novel “Sweet Thursday”.
The plot was set in the California town of Monterey.
“Pipe Dream” opened on Broadway in 1955.
Many also expected this production to thrive.
Despite receiving nine Tony Award nominations,
for this musical, the critics had some reservations.
Problems resulted, and the show was a financial flop.
After only about seven months, they decided to close up shop.
However, some renewed interest has evolved into a revival.
It looks as if this show may yet experience survival.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Robert Pettit
Historical
As a child of the late1940s,
Heard Skiffle, Folk, Rock and Roll
Loved country and the blues
Loved the sound of soul.
Heard, Donegan, Perkins, Presley,
Make all those blues based hits
Heard Jerry Lee, Buddy, the Bopper
Guthrie, all those talented young Brits.
Suddenly we had a language,
A music of our very own,
Criss crossing the Atlantic
To mix with that home grown.
So many decades later,
My life having moved on,
I still listen to that music but
Most of the heroes are gone
Eyes closed, glass in hand
I listen at my leisure,
My music may be old but
It gives so much pleasure.
In my mind i see my idols
Strut and own their stage
Many died too young
That just means they don’t age.
Those very special people
Whose talent will not fade,
I have been so privileged to see
Music history being made.
A musical dinosaur maybe
But I don’t really care.
I heard the music change
And I was lucky to be there.
The distinct decade
Preceding my birth
Ecstasy and aids
Consumed this earth
They begged for pleasure
Pleaded for peace
Floated high as a feather
Then along came grease
A musical comedy
Featuring John
About a he and a she
Who’s fling was gone
A romantic summer
Had ended too soon
Though they found it, a bummer
They achieved fine tune
The smell of pot
Was an expected aroma
Not just in one spot
Everyone’s a stoner
Bell bottomed hippies
Wide eyed with split ends
The decade of groupies
And beginning Again
The world was flat
Or, so, many said
But where Was I at?
Before mom and dad met
Did I exist within him
Was I always his girl
Meant to be kin
When I entered this world
It’s a fun scenario
But, flawed to the brim
Because anywhere he would go
I wouldn’t have been
I was somewhere with her
It has to be true
I’ve always preferred
The things she would do
Perhaps, in a van
Headed to Cali
To take a stand
Join a rally
Or in grandma’s garage
On the green couch, with flowers
With mom’s entourage
Laughing for hours
Or maybe I’m wrong
And I ceased to exist
The shot was long
But I couldn’t resist
Then ...
Where were you?
Don't you know how diligently I looked ...
How I begged for fate to pity me?
Every face, every curve, every eye glint and crimped grin
I sought for that spark ... that flicker
That attenuate shimmer to the eye that would pull me IN
Deep and close and warm
Every laugh or whisper that tickled my ear
I listened, rapt ... examined, intently
For the precise affect that bespoke a rarity, pure
For the musical tone that breathed to me a song of fire
That stoked my ambition with a hunger, hot
And a craving, cold ... and keen
How many, the gazes measured and met?
Countless, the unspoken prayers for the next lover
To hold that sublime, laughing magic
That unique knowledge of what was but silliness to others
Those tiny, secret, utterly romantic musings
That ever spun in my mind and passions
Those sexy things I wrote with my fingertips, (in cursive)
On every warm surface of moonlight-swathed skin
That swam the sheets with me at night
In vain pursuit of that most precious and elusive ...
Soul mate.
Where ... then?
Now ...
In a place where it can NEVER be
You stand before me
Perfectly imperfect ... in all the ways that define me
In every aspect that I can imagine
Or that I have ever dreamed and hoped
You. Are. The. One.
Yet you are the one thing that dashes all
That plunges my conceptions to the rocks
And turns true love to hopelessness
Oh, how I wish I'd known you
Then ... when I was young
For now you are the one thing I can not accept ...
The only thing that could now crush me
Another's.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "That Was Then This Is Now" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Wish I Knew You When I Was Young" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.
I love them, truly love them and surely always will
They come for me in hope when sleep eludes my night
They dance about my mind in early morning chill
And fill my world with joy resplendent in their might
They know I crave their beauty and they, my fertile mind
As such the deal is struck when patience bides their time
They deluge me in torrents and I repay in kind
By shaping tumbled phrases into sweet balanced rhyme
Still as I form the verses and satisfy their needs
And feel the urge within me give out in rhythmic beat
I cultivate bright flowers from errant wayward seeds
To cherish and delight, our odyssey complete
Though I am now fulfilled my talent all but spent
We know you sing, they say, please make of us a song
A musical refrain would add such sentiment
To give up on us now would be a dreadful wrong
Then I compose in haste some jaded cliched tune
To still their firm demands, though pleasing I confess
Calm order is restored at last and none too soon
As I beseech the words and notes to coalesce
Yet here the song complete is futile then they say
Until it is performed so others can rejoice
And celebrate our charm and so you must hold sway
And manifest our worth with spiritual voice
The lyric then performed on unforgiving stage
I settle knowing I have doubtless played my part
Yet what are these strange texts that would with me engage
More words, new words insistent their message to impart
Although the constant clamor denies me of my rest
I cannot rail for long or wail as well I might
For I know I am chosen and thus so truly blessed
By words that will enchant, all's well bring on the night.
Sky, Azure blue this afternoon, the golden sun blazing,
I walked along the edge of a quiet beach, the waves lapping
At my feet, the creamy colored sand through my toes running,
Dark, raven-like clouds collided up high, lightening breathtaking,
The rain came own like torrents, and the thunder deafening,
Late afternoon creeps upon me, raindrops decreasing.
A rainbow appears in the sky, intensely alluring,
The heat becomes tolerable, the Crayola coloring
Of this hope driven dream, the rainbow, absolutely outstanding.
I sat on the damp sand as the evening began drawing
Me into a darker night, my mind started wandering,
Imagine me a mermaid with my merman, a myth depicting,
I looked up at a full smiling moon, so enchanting,
The moon now stood out, within an onyx darkening
Sky and the stars glittered like diamonds, silvery, shining,
The full moon shone upon the indigo-colored waves churning,
The horizon dark, the white horses vanilla white, glowing,
The ocean was alive and active, fish jumping and playing
The tide began coming in, so I stood up, a shooting
Star traversed the night sky, what a beautiful ending
To a glorious day by the sea and a night worth applauding.
I quickened my pace and reached my car, repeating
In my mind the happenings and images of the day, composing
Them into a so-called song, wish I could sing, and tell how rewarding
A memory like today recorded in musical song, would be deserving,