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I woke up this morning feeling fine.
There's something special on my mind.
Last night I met a new girl in the neighborhood.
Something tells me I'm into something good.
She's the kind of girl whose not too shy,
and I could tell right away that I'm her kind of guy.
She danced close to me like I hoped she would.
Something tells me I'm into something good.
We only danced for a minute or two
then she stuck close to me the whole night through.
Can I be falling in love?
She's everthing that I've been dreaming of.
I walked her home and she held my hand.
I knew this couldn't be just a one night stand,
so I asked to see her next week and she told me I could.
Something tells me I'm into something good.
*
A Herman's Hermits song that is one of a kind.
I heard it this mornibg and couldn't get it off my mind.
Listen to the song if you would
and I challenge you not to feel anything but good.
*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxDh2sYQRpo
Who more than the watchful shepherds of a meadow so far,
were astonished by the brightest star
of the quietest night in Bethlehem?
Didn't they hear the angels singing the loudest hymn?
And they followed it through deserted towns,
and the more they looked at it, the more it shone;
far behind they saw thee camels carrying those wise men:
kings of foreign countries with dark and fair skin bringing gifts.
Whom they expected to see: a shivering baby in the hay?
Little they knew that He was going to be their King,
to give them a gift that no coins could buy in the light of day...
and they wondered why the happy angels were singing!
People came out of their houses to watch the brightest star with the longest tail,
which some of them recognized from the words of Isaiah; and it wasn't a tale
that mothers told their little children...then they all began to stare at it and admire
the brightest star of the quietest night in Bethlehem not thinking of imminent dire!
Only once the saw the brightest night of the quietest night in Bethlehem,
they had seen many stars...none of them compared to that one;
and their perception was that what was prophesied would have startled them...
how joyful they were staring at the divine face of God's Son!
Entered in Debbie Guzzi's contest,
" Deja vu Christmas "
Inspired by the song, " O Come All Ye Faithful "
Ocean surge, reflecting moon
Mermaids, sirens swim and swoon
Haunting song, night and day
Tethered boat just sailed away
Seadog specter with loud cuss
Shot himself with blunderbuss.
Erstwhile pirate ship revealed
Crew long dead their fate was sealed
Zombies scale tattered rigging
Captain Kyd counts his shilling
Sound of cutlass, who walked plank?
Bag of bones with chains that clank.
Lighthouse spread its haunted light
Spirits jump in mad delight
Ghostly antics in the deep
From Davey’s Locker spirits seep
Ocean boils with mystery
You and I will never see
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Hullabaloo22
Tonight I plan to go out and enjoy my time
With some folks of mine that love red wine
There is no reason to say where we go
It could be a bar, or maybe my own home.
I just want to steal away somewhere no one cares
And enjoy a glass of wine that all wish to share
I need a small vacation that lets me relax my mind
Just being alone doesn’t let me unwind.
I beg all of you to come and convey this with me
Hello my associates, why are you strangers to be
Come over there is so much to pass around
I want to take your time that was not found.
Maybe a Merlot, a Cabernet, or Burgundy for you
You see I have them all, and they are all very true.
If my home is not good enough, we could go to the bar,
And order a beer or a glass of Champaign which lasts far.
Anyway the night is young and my pallet is still dry
I would walk far to have a group of my kin nearby
No, loneliness is not good enough, today and evermore
My wine awaits me this moment more and more.
At last I heard a drum beating far away
A beautiful melody played a song this way
My friends heard my cry and were marching forth
How I smiled with joy and sang along of course.
The song continued to chant well into the night
With many toasts of happiness crossing the sight
My kin called me a lover of red wine filled with desire
It was a heavenly group that I shared with and admired.
When the moment came to an end
We parted giggling loudly around the bend
My wishes of a night with red wine came true
And all who came and left were not just a few.
Good night I will remember my companions well
You gave me a holiday that I can awake and retell
Farewell and goodbye until we toast another time
My lips are wet now and experienced great wine.
In the corner of the sky, the sunset weaves its fiery mantle,
Write, poet, write, traveler among the waves of time,
Stars extinguish and are reborn in the eternal dance of the universe,
Write as if you were a prisoner of fate, with a heart between the bars of longing.
The governor of destiny is gone, pardon is a shattered dream,
Write as if you were on the edge of a cliff, above the abyss of oblivion,
White fingers from effort, breathing heavily, with your soul on its knees,
You have one last word to say, one last cry for liberation.
Like a bird in flight, hovering above the world, seeing everything,
Eyes open to infinity, tell us something to save us,
To take us out of the labyrinth of our own shadow,
Scribe of falling stars, let the ink flow.
The river of eternity's tears, night unfolds its silk mantle,
The sleeping city, each word a leaf carried by the wind,
The moon reflects in the silent lake of memories,
Each verse a bridge to the heart of a fallen angel.
Write, poet, write, in each letter a spark of magic,
The whisper of eternity, maybe in your words we find the answer,
The light that guides us through the darkness,
Time flows like sand in the hourglass of our unfulfilled dreams.
In each line, the pulse of life, an echo of the universe's heart,
We lose and find ourselves in the infinite dance of the cosmos,
Write, poet, write, let us lose ourselves in the melancholic magic,
Your metaphors, an enchanted mirror, envelop us in mystery.
Perhaps we will learn to save ourselves,
Embrace the shadows, dance under the pale light of the moon,
The stars sing their eternal song, night unfolds its wings,
Angel of melancholy, carrying us to the realms of endless dreams.
Do you remember that long-ago night
Sitting beside the sapphire pool
The moon reflected in platinum white
Gleaming facet on an aqua jewel
Like two angels, fallen, in the moonlight
We stayed up late, plucking harp and heart strings
As we wished upon a meteorite
‘Neath the silky setting of our large wings
Yet still not quite large enough to take flight
For the one thing that’s kept us both grounded
Is being content with the small things in life
By loving auras so warmly surrounded
With a heart-shaped harp and a poem to write
As sure as azure is bluer than true
I still remember that long-ago night
Serenading the moon with you.
*For my friend
Laura Kelsheimer
It’s late at night by candlelight while I’m sitting here at home
picking on this old guitar without you in my arms.
The lightning flashed and something crashed and
all the lights went dim – ain’t it funny how
the storm outside is how I feel within.
I don’t know how it happened that you
up and went away and don’t know how
the weather works on any given day.
Refrain:
And all I know is the wind still blows no matter what I do
even when I’m picking on these six strings without you.
As my life goes on from song to song
while you’re out running free.
I’d burn every candle I could find
if it would bring you back to me.
Every time the light goes out something
changes in my mind; the love we had not long ago
is drifting down the line. Like a rolling train
in a tunnel made inside a mountain high;
I feel so lost without you now it feels like I could die.
Right here in my sadness and these low down hurting ways;
this candle fire lifts me up higher than all these rainy days.
Refrain:
And all I know is the wind still blows no matter what I do
even when I’m picking on these six strings without you.
As my life goes on from song to song
while you’re out running free.
I’d burn every candle I could find
if it would bring you back to me.
I sure hope that the light returns
in my house and in my soul; it’s hard to see
right front of me ever since you hit the road.
It seems all I have are these memories and melodies
and dreams; and every night the lights go out
you’re all that I can see. I’m like a blind man
in the darkness all my colors turned to gray
so I’ll keep this candle burning
hoping you’ll come back some day.
Refrain:
And all I know is the wind still blows no matter what I do
even when I’m picking on these six strings without you.
As my life goes on from song to song
while you’re out running free.
I’d burn every candle I could find
if it would bring you back to me.
As my life goes on from song to song
while you’re out running free.
I’d burn every candle I could find
from now until the end of time
if it would bring you back to me.
Blackbird sings shrill at night, before day's dawn,
not now drowned by traffic's rumble sound,
nor returning early morning flight from Costa's Benidorm
to Heathrow's duller, grayer ground.
Now all is empty beach, and quieter lock-down street.
This strange unearthly morning still has only just begun,
has only just begun its start, is nowhere near complete.
And blackbird sits on hedge row top, or higher branch,
dark shadowed shape to rising glow.
And does he notice those below no longer make their way to work,
or turn the key where car is parked beside suburban curb?
Has he found this finer voice now humankind has lost its choice
to mask this far sublimer task of glory choral sound?
So sweetly sung, so sweetly hung between each silent pause.
It gains Creator's ear, soft ringing His applause,
while many sit in fear, shut still behind closed doors,
first hearing clear for many years this greater sound composed.
First hearing clear for many years: Creator's sound composed.