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“I Hear the Song in Reverse”
You are my song
in reverse;
I real you in
like a fox on the run
with your story
between my teeth,
a cotton reel
spun on an old Singer
sewing machine
stolen and unraveling
dream moments
from your youth
and past the future,
I run I run
I see everything in
the stitches of a
spine on the
book that
is titled,
“Mine”,
but
TRUTH
be told
it is yours.
I live the life
of a Smyth Sewer
threading life stories
through loops
You are always
shimmering
inside the pocket
of my
Heart
Locked,
but running free
in the Magnet
that is my Mind
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
everyone I have ever loved...or touched.
“In Birdsong” / Everything Everything
https://youtu.be/mcWwGBHa24g
...how so very beautiful,
The Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Everything-everything-in-birdsong-lyrics
1. Smyth Sewer
http://www.smyth.it/index.php/smyths-initial-production-of-sewing-machines-for-books/?lang=en
2. Real/Reel
Born in old East Putnam, a long long time ago
My mother sang to me, her voice so sweet and low
It's just a simple ditty, she sang rocking in her chair
I'd give my life to hear her voice, ringing in the air
"Hush my pumpkin don't you cry
your here safe in my arms"
"Close those eyes and rest your head
I'll protect you ever more"
Hush now pumpkin don't you cry listen to my song
you have so much to learn and I will keep you strong
Now sweet dreams are needed, rest now in my arms
let my voice take you there, while I rock and calm
"Hush now darling don't you cry
your here safe in my arms"
"Close those eyes and rest your head
I'll protect you ever more"
Happy Mothers Day
Foureyes is my name.
Seeing everything in the frame,
On the left,
On the right,
Everything is blurry to my sight.
Which is good from my perspective,
Less definition is my objective.
As the vision blurs,
Everything becomes a new object,
Not seen by everyone,
Until I paint it,
Like the sun!
An orange glow,
With range and depth,
Only I know!
Finding things that are undone,
Makes my pictures so much fun.
My mother says," Can't you match colors?
Even your clothes just aren't right"!
My father says," I'll go out with you at night,
Then no one will see,
You're such a sight"!
Until one day,
As I'm traipsing along,
I met a model,
Singing my song!
"You have a most unusual view,
I think we can make money with what you do"!
So now I am on every magazine cover!
And the model I met,
Became my lover!
Foureyes is my name,
I think that is right for me,
As I play this game.
My Song, it could not sing itself
And neither, friend, could I –
The notes they were – preoccupied
The lyrics lies, lies, lies
It struggled with a forlorn tune
With rhythms cadence-less –
Its chords were carried on the wind
Remote and powerless
From steeple tops it sought my ear
It strove for major scales,
Yet failed to lift this Chorister
– It sang to no avail
My voice was mute in silence
It was no song, no song
That I could ever sing along
– The song was wrong, all wrong
And so, I sought a newer verse
A Tune to fit myself
Without a tonal dissonance
Or timing out of step –
For harmony – I scored a Breeze
For words I fitted Truth –
The Tune a composition
An Opus could reboot
The cantos trebled at the strings
The lyrics crooned of Spring
Instinctively my voice arose
To meet this newer thing –
It rose, a Canta Libre
Familiar in refrain,
I felt a certain resonance
At recess in my brain
Advance in bright arrangements
And deftly play the strains
Of Anthems that I once had known
In glorious refrain
From sleeves of albums days gone by
Away on dusty shelves
And stirring now, My Song restored
As if it never left –
Thee crumbling walls can’t hear my song,
Though once they rang with joy and cries—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
My sisters’ love, both soft and strong,
Lit up the dusk like fireflies.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song.
My brothers helped me along,
With quiet nods and whispered wise—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Where roses bloomed and deer would throng,
Now other homes and fences rise.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song.
Back then, each room would hum with throng—
Mom’s warmth, Dad’s calm, and lullabies.
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Yet memory’s roots still hold me strong,
Though time and weather blur the ties.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
I sit in the tatters........ Rags that were once whole
I count the pieces of my broken withered soul
Crumbled are my hopes and battered are my dreams
Tripping as i stumble ripped at the seams
Like a wilted flower that never can be fixed
Like the twigs you step on i am a pile of broken sticks
Never will the cracks fade that have been left behind
No i am nothing special and i am not one of a kind
To you i may seem grounded and joyful as i smile
But underneath my mask i am broken tile
I have stopped ticking, no longer do i run
I stand defeated my song already sung
I have wished and wished upon the brightest stars
But yet i stand here with nothing but my scars
I no longer cry as my tears have helped none
But ill continue standing until one day i to see the sun
MY DAYS NOW HALCYON
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I embrace the sun's lavender glow,
for time has etched my story,
one of wisdom, silent knowing
an ancient river softly flowing.
Refrain:
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
these eyes have seen a thousand dawns
regretting times when others I did wrong
self-forgiveness becomes my swan song
wondering if in my waning years I’ll be strong.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
the temperament’s softened with the years,
sometimes remembering trails of a million tears,
those invisible ones that cascaded down my face
a steady stream sourced at the river of my fears.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
soul has grown through time’s refrain
and my heart now beats a tolerant, gentle rhythm,
for it knows of love, of joy, of sorrow's schism.
its chambers beating with strength of life’s true wisdom.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
just in few moments
as the dusk obscures the sky
lids cover my eyes
my mind begins to reckon
the things I’ve done the whole day
a flurry it was
missing the sun in your eyes
my heart in regrets
didn’t sing you song last night
or gave you right back sweet hugs
now I sing my song
but ice cream melts on its cone
what else will I do
to win back the love from you
and make me smile and heart grows
plead down so deeply
asking you not to leave me
I am so sorry
this is the best melody
be sung in my poetry
I hope you can hear
song being played in G-Clef
lonely but lovely
Tanka Song with love I sing
hoping to ease all our pains
Written: Oct. 7, 2012
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As I lay on my death bed
Reflecting the past
On things that I viewed
My, they sure make me laugh
People complaining it's raining again
Saying their day won't be the same
Leaving their food at the side of the plate
Watching the clock, in case their late
Sufferers of colds, Wow! can they play it out
The office warbler, to be seen they shout
The boastful, oh look what I have done today
Majority is, they get the same pay
The adverts between the programmes are too long
The radio never plays my song
Kept waiting while I queue
Cos the pensioners slow
Selfishness of the human ego
My time is going to follow deaths path
My you people, you sure make me laugh
I wish you all have many more days
What ever it is, work rest or play
Smile more in your daily strife
Try not to be too ungrateful in life
Enjoy the days, months and years ahead
As one day like me
You will be on your own Death Bed
He woke me up
at 5 a.m.
Said he couldn't do this
He wasn't a family man
No he didn't want to sacrifice
or live in poverty
with a young family
Said I was just a toy
And that he never loved
my girl and boy
So he packed his bags
And he said goodbye
Maybe for a minute
I thought I would die
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
I think I'll flutterby
He's not ashamed
of himself at all
He wants to party
Do drugs and alcohol
He wants his cake
and to eat it all
He's just another selfish man
Throwing love into a garbage can
I wish that he could understand
what life is all about
He decided to abandon me
and leave us here in poverty
cuz he don't want a family
No chance to work it out
He woke me up
at 5 a.m.
Said he couldnt do this
He wasn't a family man
No he didn't want to sacrifice
or live in poverty
with a young family
Said I was just a toy
And that he never loved
My girl and boy
So he packed his bags
And he said goodbye
Maybe for a minute
I thought I would die
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
I think I'll flutterby
Written by Heather Condee
I wrote this song for an ex boyfriend.
He didn't like my song. Thought I wrote him a
love song..... As if!!!!