Long Song words Poems
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“Through this world I’ve stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive”
I know these feeling, I’ve lived them well
In a world WHERE I could never tell,
I was once captured, they held me down
For many years I thought I’d never be found
Betrayal birthed roots that PRODUCED bad fruit
Denial hid behind smiles that bread life trials
But a burning hope, and flickering light
Lived inside, I just needed it to ignite
Perfect love, the only cure
To give me new wings and make me sore
I now can be still in words that are true
Unraveled deception, a restful view
Your words are serene, killing off the machine
I am embracing a life that I’ve never seen.
Sarah Mclachlan - Possession lyrics
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
I fell in love with your words,
Grew addicted to your rhythm.
The sorrow in your burning chords,
Drew me in with them.
I felt your music flow through me
Getting lost, carried away
In your songs, in your dreams
As I listened to you play
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
ALesiach © 07/23/2017
The Master Of The Rhyme
This was inspired by comments
made to me , by Great Poets
Peter Duggan and Olive Guillermo
And sung to the tune
Phantom Of The Opera's
"Music of The Night" by Andrew LLoyd Webber
Words that rhyme well--- serve to show my passion
Searching for the--- style that suits my fashion
Everything I see--- Is a poem meant for me
And I write it though it seems to be sublime
I truly am the master of the rhyme
While I’m sleeping--- in my mind come creeping
Filled with laughter--- mystery and weeping
Like an artist with his brush---I am filled with such a rush
And it paints a picture deep inside my mind
I wonder if I’m Master of the rhyme
Do you know who’s the Master of all known words
Do you know when he comes or where he goes
As He writes with my hands and through my soul
Whether it be a rhyme or it be prose
Written words--- start forming innuendoes
Join and bond--- then rise like a crescendo
When I awake I find--- this happens every time
I am just the name that must be signed
For I am not the Master of the rhyme
As I sit here staring at the empty page
He whispers in my ear again
I don’t know where the poem’s going to go
But, when I start the words begin to flow
Is It God, and is He on the level
Cursing me, as If I were the devil
Cause once I start to rhyme---the words begin to chime
Like a bell--- keeps ringing in my mine
He truly is the Master of the Rhyme
He alone holds the blessing---I make mine
For I am just a servant of the Rhyme
She’s coming for me
The things that I have said
Shh! I’m already dead
She’s coming for me
I’m laid back
But I spit like a demon possessed dragon
An angel colored in darkness
Drunken from life and staggering
What’s behind this kids eyes
The homeless shadow he carries alone
The story behind the songs
No I do not speak in tongues
To live a casual life is not to seek to be hung
There is no forgiveness for cursing your living
Consequences circle my thoughts
Shaded purple is my appearance for resisting the law
I can make my words seem of innocence
Or I can make my words keen of relevance
Two murders in Genesis
She’s coming for me
I lay down; I’m troubled in my peace
I wake up to visions of my flesh deceased
She’s coming for me
The things I’ve to often said
My souls coughing, seems I’m already dead
She’s coming for me
A scarlet daydreamer marbled in blue velvet
marooned in confidence mired in yucky mucky chucks
Twas a heist at gunpoint to honor those petted
I have brained the threshold and my mind turned to suds
On the premature notion that I have accepted
I have slipped and slid on a bed of clipped rosebuds
I have cast mirrors to purpose hexed
My expectations demanded the least contention
I cannot fathom the necessity for compassion
The visual aspects do not summon a cry for vexation
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I require life touches to ensure my future
I ought to lift higher and higher like a soul sensation
I must smooch with our solar star curvature
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
Need for satisfaction
Ride captain ride onboard my mystery ship
Chart by stars sways the course
Yet a fragile world spurns to its lip
Of its inner voices of remorse
I am no redeemer but an apple chip
I need to be merely left as none to procrastination
unburied and left to stare at the granite tombstone
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I found my want to be left as an abandon
I do not need benevolent funds from association
And I deplore closeted affection
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I am lacking for a good connection
I need Dai-lee llamas that traverse the Andes ascension
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction.
Dragging, lagging down this road,
Many things I was never told,
Stumble, tumble to the ground,
Looked up and saw no one was around,
Scraped and bruised... on both knees,
Begging for this disease to seize,
One more breath before I break,
When suddenly I realize You died for my sake,
When I can’t seem to find the words to say,
To cancel out these feelings of dismay,
When all I’ve seen was equivalent to shame,
And tornados wipe right through the pain,
When water washes the frailty and dishonor,
And most thought I was just a goner,
Your whispers penetrate my night,
Speaking out “this is not your fight”
“ I died to fill your life with might”
Holes in souls are hard to bare,
Especially when your scars are there,
Hearts that plead to overflow,
Sometimes bleed and cannot let go,
But through the madness and through the times,
There is only one name that comes to my mind,
Nails that sacrificed for our greater good,
Can relate to my deaths even if He was misunderstood,
When I can’t seem to find the words to say,
To cancel out these feelings of dismay,
When all I’ve seen was equivalent to shame,
And tornados wipe right through the pain,
When water washes the frailty and dishonor,
And most thought I was just a goner,
Your whispers penetrate my night,
Speaking out “this is not your fight”
This is not your fight,
This is not your fight.
BY:
Sabina Nicole
Will the pieces of the life you’ve lived
come together at the end?
Will the times that you reflected
straighten your path out, free of bends?
Are the places that you visited
more than way stops that you chose?
Are the feelings that you left with
still inside you—heaven knows?
Are your children still in contact,
do they ask you what you think?
Are your parents long forgotten
as you pour yourself a drink?
Are the days recounted backwards
with the best all left behind?
Does the silence serve to haunt you
with those things you cannot find?
Does the laughter fall on deafness,
do the smiles pass you by?
Are your friends left off your guest list
with no time for them to find?
Are the pieces of your puzzle
pointed sharp, and ill to fit?
Does your conscience wear a muzzle
with the blame an endless pit?
Is it what you said you wanted
when you started down this path?
Or are you now among the hunted
in a bad choice aftermath?
If before you’re gone, one chance flew by
a difference then to make
Would you hang on tight to all the lies,
or embrace this change of fate?
And if you do, the words will say,
you almost got it wrong…
Before you called those choices back
—and changed them into song
(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)
Been sittin’ here thinkin’ all day long
Wantin’ to-say somthin’ that didn’t sound wrong
You walk around the corner and your smile meets mine
My heart starts racin’ like it does every time
I knew this could be a special night
Wanted it to work out just right
So I practiced the words all day
Had ‘em all arranged so I could say
Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight
Her tears comin’ down were a sight to see
Took my hand smiled and said to me
You know I love you a lot
I don’t even know how to stop
I took her in my arms held real tight
My tears runnin’ down were quite a sight
Now we’re both cryin’ unsure why
Guess we knew this was for life
Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight
We walked that night in the rain
Not really carin’ what we were sayin’
We were married on a warm day in May
Flowers everywhere scented the day
I said my vows as I looked in her eyes
Seeing only love no compromise
I’ll always remember that fine day
Me tryin’ to find the right words to say
Please let me love you tonight
Will you be my wife?
I want to be with you tonight
And the rest of my life
Please let me love you tonight
Yeah baby please let me love you tonight
Please let me love you tonight
You know I will for the rest of my life…
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My entry in a poem challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
I chose: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964”
words of love
I’m the harshest critic,
the truest of nonbelievers,
when words of love are used.
Soapy words will not deliver
so please stop trying to be smooth.
Don’t compare me to a summer’s day!
I know that’s from some Broadway play.
Waste not flattery’s rose
praise not my grace,
at least not to my face,
you’re better off praising my clothes.
Forgo sweetness, promise nothing
then you may be onto something
say it, straight up, I won’t faint
trust me, sir, I am no saint.
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A song for this:
Words of love by the Beatles
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Maddy’ Music challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964
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Poem challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964
Heart Song Separation
“We got separated from us last week and I haven’t found you since.” Poet’s Quote
Too long my heart we beat in arrhythmic clashes
Languishing in sudden cardiac heart arrest
Out of sync creating dark vascular ashes
No phoenix rises from heart disease - never rests.
Too long my song we argue over melodies
Distracted by atonal hallucinations
Dismissing cradle songs of haunting rhapsodies
Elusive harmonies hide in cache creations.
Too long my words we engage in rhythmic stand offs
Glaring at my silent muse - tense verbal showdowns
Impasse of wills – procrastination’s folly doff
Disguised in masks adjectives appear as pronouns.
My aimless soul seeks union with lost heart song words
Remembering your quiet smiles of peace fullness
Your velvet vesper serene these mourning tears blur
As twilight yearns in midnight’s hypnotic stillness.
Too long my heart we beat in arrhythmic clashes
Too long my song we argue over melodies
Too long my words we engage in rhythmic stand offs
My aimless soul seeks union with lost heart song words.
12-11-20
Contest: My Created Form
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