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A kiss a day keeps the blues away
But a hug is even better
Cannot get enough of you
Don’t think things can get much better
Every time I think of you
Fluttering goes my heart
Giving me a feeling true
Holding hope we will never part.
In your arms I long to be
Just because we are apart
Keep me with in your dreams to see
Love that flows from heart to heart
My heart is yours it seems
No one can take it away
Oh my love I’ve sent letters in reams
Please never from us sway
Quote back to me my love for you
Read my letters of love
Stay with me our love renew
Take my hand as close as in glove
Under the stars we plight our troth
Venus is our guiding light
When the light does attach the moth
Xanthocomic covers the pillow tonight
Yin to my yang, you are my love, and our love will ever grow
Zoetic high we will be, and this the whole world show
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© ~GG~ 23/05/2013
Xanthocominc…. Yellow Hair
Zoetic……………Living/ Vital
life is so cold without you
i find myself covered in ice under my sheets
the heat has all but stopped working
the main source of electricity is gone
there is no chemistry that's active
i have to do everything the old fashion way
the drought is getting more obvious
i am malnourished and so thirsty for some love
community has abandoned me
i am a misanthrope by choice as well as force
i make a harp out of the cobwebs
i play classical variations of the blues
if i could see your smiling face once more
i'll risk all pants begging you please on bended knees
you are my life's decoration
there is no use in living if i can't wake up to the Gift of You
life is so cold without you
i have chipped teeth from the constant chattering
the blankets are all worn and shredded
my body heat might as well be a block of ice too
there is nobody else for me
you are the only one who completes very part of me
i was so wrong to take you for granted
now i'm a mere shell of what you made me to be
life is so cold without you
i am a tearful tan snowman with a broken heart
i do deserve this comeuppance
i did my dirt so i am getting it in return
i never thought that it would hurt this much
i never thought that my emotions could get this raw
i'm left to dwell in this igloo
moving on has become so hard that i feel stillborn
life is so cold without you
my eyes are focused on any movement of the door
i know the door will stay the same now
the weight i put on has now all fallen on me
payback's a mother and she's whipping me
oh yes indeed she's really burning my hide good
i just man up and i take it
the next go round i won't so dumb and insecure
for one more chance i would do anything
for just one look i would go anywhere
you say jump...i'll jump...i do not care
you took the crown so i'm no longer king
life is so cold without you
life is so cold without you
life is so cold without you
life is so cold....without you....
The votes counted
More ballots were founded
Voters in record numbers
Political sites, lots of funders
Plenty of unrest
Opposing sides, candidates at their best
Can we work together
Solutions instead of division. Oh, that's clever.
Taking sides, talking battles
Criticizing, interruptions, so much, it rattles
Working together
Sounds better
Political choices
The prople's voices
Demonstations, people shouting
Others doubting
Signs are made
They're not getting paid
Choices, confusion ensues
Who doesn't have the blues
The protestors march
Walking under the arch
Lots to say
Their cause will stay
this shade of grey
it's the wrong the grey, it's stale
a shade of grey, nickel grey or maybe arsenic
the sky lacks depth, the blues
shades of cobalt blue, denim, and teal blue
the juxtaposition of the swaying trees
shades of pear green, sea moss, olive green
but the trees don't seem to really move
it's not quite there, it's the wrong green
and I hate the blue (I really hate the blue)
the motion and harmony of colors,
this canvas is uninspiring, it lacks hope
my husband stood in the doorway, watching me paint in a complete frenzy
(which he typically does)
he hugs me firmly from behind,
he startled me
(which he typically does not)
he whispers
"masterpiece"
I turn around to lock eyes with him, puzzled
inspired
hopeful
he moved my hair bangs, to left side of my face
he kissed my cheek
and then he kissed my forehead
(I continued painting...)
She whispers, “Can you feel the love tonight?”
“Yes, we all fall in love sometimes”, I said.
“It looks like someone saved my life tonight,
Don’t let the sun go down on me” I pled.
“Yes, we all fall in love sometimes”, I said.
“My lady, what’s tomorrow? Are we friends?
Don’t let the sun go down on me”, I pled.
Who knew that harmony so quickly ends.
“My lady, what’s tomorrow? Are we friends?
Alas, this tiny dancer danced away.
Who knew that harmony so quickly ends?
My candle in the wind went cold that day.
Alas, this tiny dancer danced away.
Now skyline pigeon’s a high flying bird.
My candle in the wind went cold that day
For sorry seems to be the hardest word.
Now skyline pigeon’s a high flying bird,
“I think I'm going to kill myself”, I cry.
For sorry seems to be the hardest word -
My little Jeannie’s with some other guy
“I think I'm going to kill myself”, I cry,
Her blue eyes were the hardest thing to lose.
My little Jeannie’s with some other guy,
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues.
Her blue eyes were the hardest thing to lose
Sing me them blues, ‘cos sad songs say so much.
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues -
I miss her love song and I miss her touch.
Sing me them blues, ‘cos sad songs say so much
Some circle of life mysteries bestowed
I miss her love song and I miss her touch
She hears me sigh, “Goodbye, yellow brick road”
Some circle of life mysteries bestowed -
It looks like someone saved my life tonight:
She hears me sigh, “Goodbye, yellow brick road”
She whispers, “Can you feel the love tonight?”
29 May 2016
John Watt
A pantoum using song titles. Below are 20 song titles by Elton John that were used in the poem:
Blue Eyes
Can You Feel The Love Tonight
Candle In The Wind
Circle of Life
Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me
Friends
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Harmony
High Flying Bird
I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues
I Think I'm Going To Kill Myself
Lady, What's Tomorrow?
Little Jeannie
Love Song
Sad Songs Say So Much
Skyline Pigeon
Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word
Tiny Dancer
We All Fall in Love Sometimes
People don’t have the blues now,
they have rage red, bitter greens
and yellows that revolt
like radio-active sunflowers.
The blues used to be therapy.
We would sing it all out
then play more bluesy notes,
make a new tinge of blue.
Some have forgotten how to suffer.
When you get the real blues
you get mellow, you get the moody
muse like a true poet -
it’s medicine.
The blues don’t come at you
with a rabid point of view
like other hues.
The lyrics don’t club you like a baseball bat.
The blues won’t yell in your ear
as you just try to get along
from here to there
That old blues
it stays put
and
if you have a dog and a guitar,
or if you’ve lost
your gal, or guy
your dog or guitar
then with a sad little chuckle
it will invite you to come on in.
I’m trying to unlearn the sting of your name
I’m trying to uncarry the weight of the blame
You love to sweep our mess under the rug
I can’t even remember the last time we hugged
I was always treated as the black sheep daughter
I looked for your love but you couldn’t be bothered
My childhood traumas became your taboo
You wanted me out, you said we were through
My aching depression, you called it the ‘blues’
Til I took a toaster bath and it finally broke you
That was the first time I ever heard you cry
Cuz you’ve been at my throat and I never knew why
I forgive you because in the end you’re my mother
Even if I hate it, there will never be another
If you died tomorrow I don’t know that I’d ever recover
But thank you for taking care of me and my brothers
And I’m sorry that we never got it quite right
Our relationship was always built out of spite
But maybe one day we’ll end this lifelong fight
And maybe, just maybe, we’ll actually be alright
A phrase we’re all familiar with
I write about today
In slightly different context
my words come out to play
For in my house there dwells a pup
who bears a fleece of gold
A tongue of pink for kisses
a paw he’ll let you hold
Retriever is his trait by name
He never gets the blues
He’s much too busy chasing balls
and hiding grandma’s shoes
His eyes so brown and gaze so deep
could melt the coldest heart
The fluffiest companion
and oh, did I say smart
Yet I digress, back to that phrase
I’ll take you all to school
For in my house, treats on demand
That is “The Golden Rule”
For
Monte, My beautiful Golden Retriever
the sun descends and light bends
scatters through dust,
through the thick exhale of the day.
shorter wavelengths scatter first,
the blues flee upward,
abandoning us.
what remains: red, orange,
the long slow wavelengths that refuse to scatter,
that push through the atmosphere like stubborn hands reaching.
it's physics dressed as beauty.
it's the earth turning away and the light catching on that turning,
catching on particles pollution, salt, smoke
all the debris we've left suspended.
the sky doesn't change colour.
the light does.
we do.
we stand here watching the visible spectrum collapse into itself,
into reds we didn't know we needed,
into the brief hour
when the world looks like it's burning
when really it's just leaving.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
But what if you have the blues
Can an apple save me from heartbreak
Dare mitigate lost love so true
Everyone has a love of laughs
For it is much more fuchsia fun
Going on the heart break path
Harder to enjoy yellow sun
Indigo blues can be beautiful too
Just depends on how you denim deal
Killing the mood with a chord or two
Live music is the magical teal thrill
Memories of joy we can sing
Notes can bring feelings back
Or we can dream of former things
Pink reminiscing of the past
Quiet or loud melodies so proud
Really can elevate a mahogany mood
Sending the crowd into electric shouts
That paints the whole sky neon blue
Under the spell music will gel
Voices and hearts melt the same
We all feel swell and time will tell
X-ray vision displays notes on brain
You can be blue and still choose to make the best of it
Zip in that grin and bear within yet be saved by red kiss.