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You tell me she's a dream
Loving you in her arms
You tell me she's a thrill
Showering you with her charms
You tell me your a lucky fellow
Now that love has you underarm
Wouldn't I know?
Oh wouldn't I know?
She used to be my love
My one and only
But to you she's gone
And left me blue and lonely
So wouldn't I know?
Oh wouldn't I know?
Wouldn't I know?
She's made you one happy ole Joe
Wouldn't I know?
Your heart she has stole
Yes your in seventh heaven
Dancing on cloud nine
For in your arms you love
The one who used to be all mine.
So don't keep me updated
No need to spread the news
Don't ask me how wonderful it is
To be the one in your shoes
Go on enjoy living and be happy
But the details you can spare me
For wouldn't I know?
Wouldn't I Know?
One more night - I've heard it's true
I need to hear it right straight from you
People talk - you told me with your eyes
But I need to hear it - is it over?
Your cheating heart- I heard it from another
You claim too, there is no other
Whispers - the gossip - spread the news
And I wonder when you're not around
Dusk to dawn - I wonder then who?
Musta be her - you're spending time with
My love - I longed so to truly give
My heart it sure is feeling bruised
Love has gone cold - You I longed to hold
Now I see in the daylight your face
Guilty conscience on your mind
My feelings you try not to find
Still I need to hear it straight from you
It's over - I don't really care who
Looking back over the years - you tried
Never to keep my love - the heart doesn't lie
Your foolish disguise long after the night
You're with someone else - Aren't you tonight?
You know it's your call - It's her
What's your alibi? And how am I inside
Musta been this - a true heartache
Musta be that - my foolish pride
All my life - I've heard that same ole story
Musta be love I'm dreaming of
Sure is your cheating heart and the heart doesn't lie
It's your call - bewildered never of why
She's on the phone, I'm here too
Your cheating heart is reflecting onto you.
If I told the winds
How much you love me
And quickly spread the news
Blushing your horizon,
Revealing our secret
To whole wide world
Before you could brief
Your own aspirations,
Would you still love me?
If I convinced the stars
To follow you around
As you spoke to the moon
Lovingly about us;
And if they told me
Your inner most thoughts
Before you got a chance
To consult your heart,
Would you still love me?
If my night sent you
A sensuous message
Arousing your dawn
With romantic feelings
Awakening you in
An enchanting dream
Before you were ready
To feel this way,
Would you still love me?
If I swept you off your feet
With pledges of my love
And carried you with me
To cherubic heaven
For a blessed evening
In the Garden of Eden;
And then if I forgot
The way back home,
Would you still love me?
December 9, 2018
Placed 3rd in Would you still love me contest by Edward Ibeh
Where no sound escapes unchallenged above the din
of too many wars, waged for profits that have no future.
Lost now, only darkness clutches, upon his demise.
Fables, told ‘round friendly fires, chant his name eternal.
Birds of the forest, and fish in the sea, remembered his kindness forever,
and slowed in silence, when spirits spread the news of his demise.
From eastern tongues, chants heard in midnight chapels,
aglow in reverent prayer ‘till daylight dawned,
and rows of fallen soldiers, white stones of his demise.
His friends who could not broach the musket….lift the water pail,
and scorned the day of distant guns, their path was lost.
The masters of the chase cursed not of his demise.
Tho centuries turn, the din still heard, fresh enemies forged,
repeat once more, while mothers weep, their cries unheard,
and planes come home to belch caskets, filled with his demise.
The fallen sing from distant stars, so bright for all to see,
with blending light, the truth never dies.
Behold the day when all will see the end of his demise.
12/30/10
8:20 am
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Is there any innocent and sin-free people out there? If there is one, please spread the news and tell me where.
The world has produced only one such person since creation. He was tried and condemned in the halls of injustice and crucified.
He once challenged a group of men to demonstrate their innocence. The innocent man said to them, "He who is without sin, cast the first stone". That guilt ridden crowd of self-righteous hypocrites did not pick up one stone.
11032017 PS Contest, Two Word Challenge, John Lawless
In the blackness of the night,
Shone a bright and glorious light,
Quietness was pierced by song,
Angels formed a heavenly throng,
Heralding a royal birth,
Christ, the King had come to earth.
Lowly shepherds made their way,
To the place where Jesus lay,
Knelt before their glorious King,
He, Who caused their hearts to sing,
Gladly spread the news abroad,
They had met the Infant God.
Wise men journeyed from afar,
Following a newborn star,
To see Him, prophesied of old,
Bringing Frankincense, myrrh and gold,
And, to Herod's great dismay,
Departed by another way.
Holy Jesus, meek and mild,
Bethlehem's dear manger Child,
With the angels let us sing,
Praises to our Heavenly King,
And Thy most cherished gift impart,
The adoration of the heart.
...She looked at him with a sneer and a snarl,
Then looked off to the priest with venom eyes,
Only to look back and rage at Marton,
“You need to suffer! I won’t let you die!”
She lunged forwards, plunged her teeth in his neck,
Marton just smiled, he’d counted on this,
Adelina was always predictable,
and true to form her response had been brisk.
But then with a cry she went reeling back,
her blood stained mouth dissolving then and there,
hurried shrieks came out of her ruined face,
her green eyes shrouded in pain and despair.
Marton just laughed, and paced slowly forwards.
“Did you not know blood is mostly water?
And that priests can make all water holy?
Did you not know God gave them such power?
“All I needed was to hear a few prayers,
and all the water in me became blessed.
drinking Holy Water…bad for your kind,
maybe enough to kill off your undeath.
“Your mouth is gone, your jaw has burned away,
but you’re not dead yet, so father, grab her.”
The priest seized her and cast her to the ground,
so weak was she no resistance was offered.
Marton just stalked over his old love's form,
said, “Now my dear, you probably won’t like this,
but we’ve no other way to kill you right now,
and I just really have to take a piss…”
What happened next need not be described here,
suffice to say that Marton’s ‘Holy Stream’
finished Adelina with a hot burst,
and no more would she haunt innocents' dreams.
Though they both survived, Marton came to see,
that he had put himself out of a job,
the priest spread the news, the people were blessed,
and of prey all the vampires were robbed.
They got so hungry they turned to livestock,
so the priests went out and blessed them all too,
within two decades the undead were gone,
leaving Marton with nothing much too do.
He ended up running that same tavern,
spinning grand tales of his days of glory,
how a full bladder could kill vampires,
just get him drunk, he’ll tell the whole story!
The things we hear, the things we say,
Are often not really meant that way;
For often some will say in jest,
Things that shouldn't be said at best.
Often when people are tired or upset,
They'll fuss and fume and grumble and fret;
And others will use the things they hear,
To feather their nest and themselves endear.
They take out of context the things that they hear,
And repeat it to friends and cohorts and peers;
So remember when someone complains to you,
Unless it will help, don't spread the news.
Keep to yourself what you hear others say,
For it all will come home, back to you some day.
Mayhap not today, tomorrow, next week,
But trouble comes back, it's maker to seek.
Like the salmon who swims upstream to spawn,
Or the tides ebb and flow at moonrise and dawn,
Trouble will seek out it's own birth place too.
Make sure when it does that it won't seek out you.
It begins at an apex point,
a hand that’s reaching down,
a dove flies freely below this,
above a divine crown.
You all know what King’s sitting there,
in white robes and halo,
the sun comes in the morning
though shades of molten gold.
The cherub angels fly by Him
above the fallen Earth,
stars on blue like a fleur-de-lis
are speaking to His worth.
Below are the well-known figures,
the twelve who spread the news,
one with curved staff, one with keys,
and words you hear in pews.
On her knees is an old mother
with glory of her own,
clad in blue and violent robes,
the things that she has known…
Behind them all is a tall cross,
letters I. N. R. I.,
a symbol of the sacrifice
they say redeems our lives.
Around it patterns quite complex,
flowers blue, red, and green,
a vernal cornucopia,
rebirth is what it means.
Made by men death a thousand years,
speaking through centuries,
reminding the cynics out there
of the need for beauty.
And though faith still exceeds our grasp,
brings questions to our minds,
you can’t deny that it creates
works utterly sublime.
Sping is where it all begins
Before the universe came on the scene
Then shortly the summer appears
And drive out all the fear
The mornings were fresh and clean
And clean air from far and near
Floats gentle on the stream
And the ingredients from the sun
Soaked my flesh with its heavenly breath
And the pipes of sorrow quickly fade away
And the skies give birth to a brand new day
Run around the city and spread the news
Spring is running around without shoes
It is cleaning up the place before the next race
all the documents are signed
and the movers are on the line
it is the last day of spring, so look around
and behold the love that it brings
Winter has tossed you about
But spring has settled your sorrow
Summer will warm your heart and give
You another start.
It is the last day of Spring and a new chapter will begin.
Let the Spring go so that summer can grow
Hire new faces for the next chapter but keep
Those that can get the work done even when the
Heavens is courting with the sun and waxing moon is
Hiding behind the blue lagoon,
Spring has completed this chapter and it is time to cross over
It’s the last day of spring, let the journey begin.