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Will love ever find me
Bridge
Will love ever find me
Yes
At your worst or your best
Love is just a test (oh yeah)
Will love ever find me
Yes
At your worst or your best
Love is just a test (oh yeah)
Verse 1
I listened, i looked , i searched
Somehow all the things i did
Never worked
I sat around and just stared
Hoping love would one day
Be in the air
One day someone would care
It would be fair
I mean our thoughts
For one another
Would be the perfect cover
To a book
That's what happens
When you don't look
Chorus
Will love ever find me
Yes
Will love ever show
Will i be able to
Somehow grow
Will love leave you on the edge
Will love leave you blind
I just wonder one day
Will love ever find
Verse 2
Got a feeling
Of how love will feel
It will be beautiful
I mean so real
And so true
This will be a love that i never knew
Never knew existed
If you told me i would have missed it
Like a track
We could have dissed it
Or made it work
I mean remixed it
Repaired it i mean fixed it
Love got me feeling good
If it ever finds me it should
Chorus
Will love ever find me
Yes
Will love ever show
Will i be able to
Somehow grow
Will love leave you on the edge
Will love leave you blind
I just wonder one day
Will love ever find
Hook
Don't rush
Your time will come
And when it does
Itll be phenomenal
Itll be great
Itll be a love
Youll appreciate
Don't you search
For love shall find
You will see
No longer blind
You have a vision
Just wait
The best decision
Chorus
Will love ever find me
Yes
Will love ever show
Will i be able to
Somehow grow
Will love leave you on the edge
Will love leave you blind
I just wonder one day
Will love ever find
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
5/29/2016
Once everything was lavish,
I needed no special wish...
surviving on strength alone
seemed impossible, but I failed twice
not knowing the magnitude of my sacrifice.
Making changed and adapt to another lifestyle
with less desires was an incomparable task
friends ask me how I still survive with little...
they would think I'm crazy if I told them it's cost,
or the thrifty ways I've learned to avoid a loss.
My apartment was spacious and livable
with a stunning view of Forest Park,
I felt like a king entering his castle...
would I sincerely want that back?
My response wouldn't be so positive.
The more money I had the more I squandered on useless needs
without realizing that no treasure would be full with restless hands
if no measures were taken to keep it from wasteful urges...
was it because I had no wisdom in the prime of my youth,
or was it the foolishness to resemble an admired sheik?
I have no wish for riches, I only pursue happiness
in the very simple things that are not spoiled by greed...
a mansion on the beachfront would be nice indeed,
a yacht to sail the seas would be the next choice,
but how would I feel at peace and continuously rejoice?
Surviving on strength by planning a strategy is very wise,
even stock-holders who keep track of their profits pay some price;
and God forbid they lose their fortune to underestimated risks,
what would be their worth...the equal of ordinary men?
No, I won't fall into that deception: that being wealthy is everything!
The light fades quickly, first grey, then black,
As summer has passed, and Autumn's back,
I stop and gaze upon this trail,
A shimmer, distant, halts my track,
The day before was filled with blood,
Streaming through heather, like a flood,
Companions gone, wounded or dead.
The shimmer calls me from the mud.
Aghast with fear, this shimmer moves,
A step back I take, stumble too,
The shimmer cries from where it lays.
Its coat is red, wet from dew.
Buttons, the shimmer, on his cloak,
A soldier I fought, his spirit broke,
One day before, they spared not one,
His last word “Why?”, was all he spoke.
Shimmer had a peaceful end.
Graham Alexander Devenish
He drank too much at parties
And his antics roused the crowd.
His pitching arm was famous
And a strikeout made him proud.
He worked too many hours
Selling kids’ and ladies’ shoes;
Then he watched a game on Sunday
When one beer would make him snooze.
When waking him, you had to poke
Then jump out of the way;
In sleep, he was in World War II,
With enemies at bay.
The slightest thing would make him gag –
From blood down to a worm.
A baby spitting up would be
Enough to make him squirm.
He hated being late and so
Was early as could be.
I smile at this, for just as well,
This is describing me.
Apologies were not his thing
But if he’d blown his stack,
A visit to my room to chat
Would get us back on track.
He dreamed of his retirement
In Florida some day,
Convinced he’d win the lottery
He so much loved to play.
My father was a funny guy.
He’s thirty-two years gone;
But in my heart, his handsome face
Forever will smile on.
for Richard Tarr's contest
Once upon a time, not that long ago
I felt some kind of balance, I felt the energy flow...
it was like a drug, I wanted more and more,
And just like a drug, I'd look anywhere to score.
Try and do whatever it took to feel that way again
But everywhere I turned, I'd be put in a spin...
When I sobered up and took the nine to five,
Always longing for that which made me feel so alive.
The "normal life" was not for me, i knew this deep down.
I wasn't meant to be stuck in this god-forsaken town.
Try and do anything to feel something again,
always finding small doses, feeling the spin.
Inside my head, constantly at war,
The voices within, harder and harder to ignore.
Always feeling like it is time to go,
But to where I did not know.
Fearing I may never feel that way again,
remembering the last time, I felt the spin.
A long time has gone by since I felt that way,
Even though in my mind, it was just yesterday.
Because of this, I tend to lose track,
Getting lost, distracted, the mind gets hijacked.
Going down and down, a constant tailspin,
But I've got to pull up, I can't let them win...
My soul trapped, dark and broken
Pain so deep no words could be spoken
Buried within me scars like tokens
A heart dormant is slowly awoken.
A breath taken thru shaky lips
Carefully placing my footing so I don't slip
Happiness leaking but still just a drip
A heart picking up pace this moment I can not skip
Before me I sense a peaceful existence.
Still the dark holds tight, showing its resistence.
Loosens it's grip at my unfailing insistence
Deep I pull air as I strengthen my persistence.
Joyful laughter breaks thru the black
My kids presence send awareness down my back
Praying hard while staying on track
This time not to come up short my efforts wont lack
Moments start passing each one drawing my attention.
Lightly formed smiles instead of the tension
Losing this place was never the intention
Wayward I went apologies were mentioned.
Panic seeping in as fear tries to grab hold
Lingering skeptisms from those times that are old
Outward those lessons now learned are told
A heart once frozen only slightly cold
Doubt makes progress possible but slow
Continue on letting the good in me show
A chance for the impossible swells and grows
This time more wise the purpose I know..
Gradually forward my feet keep going.
Peaceful times brightly showing
Love unconditionally thru me is flowing
My family returns the future is glowing.
Soon I will breathe deeply without a catch in this chest
The bad will still visit but will leave upon my request
For in this life finally there is beauty this I attest
I'm letting go of the pain putting it silently to rest.
The futures allure is throbbing within
Simply a partner perhaps just a friend
A chance of a future hope ushers back in
Loudly I whisper an answer to his quiet shout
Why live in limbo full of self doubt
Happy endings are reachable if you let your heart out
Journeys and chances are what dreams are about.
This ending to a life well lived will not go without tears
Journeys are full of trials and fears
Alone never again thru the rest of my years
Burning within me is the sum of all fears
Love will conquer all demons and lives with in here.
The trail along which we now ride
Was made by folks with visions bold,
A westward moving human tide,
Who nurtured dreams of farms or gold.
From the promise of day’s first light,
Through somber sand and sage, they rode
In savage heat and gelid night,
Bound for the distant Mother Lode.
Their deep grooved ruts are now obscure
Along the winding desert track
Where traveled once the pioneers
In some imagined days, way back.
For those who passed, the dreams are done;
And most who failed left tales untold
With wagon wheels and oxen bones
And wood crosses above their own.
In the debris of that vast land
Lay a pink bottle, half in sand,
Which sparkled in the twilight gold.
It held a faded note which told:
“Tis a helluva place where I have died.
I did not make it, but I’m glad I tried.”
4/1/19/ 2019 Poetry Marathon Final Placement / Sponsor: Mark Toney
It’s an old trick in the book
To count sheep till you fall asleep
But Mr. Insomnia stays up late
It seems he wants to be my date!
He seems to have alternate plans
He makes me do things I cannot understand
Why the other day for crying out loud
He punished me and threw me out!
It was dark and O so cold, I begged him
Yes I implored, his good humour seemed restored
He took me on a merry go round
I started giggling but had promised
not to make a single sound
Mr. Insomnia’s red eyes on my back
Making me go round on a circular track!
He is a monster that grows inside of me
And conspires with someone
I don’t even want to know
My movements are extremely slow
Why the other day my heart skipped
I only knew it could beat!
Mr. Insomnia arose from his seat
It early morning he is shuffling now
Moving quickly towards his den
If he turns around I’m ready to stab
Him with my only weapon the mighty pen
Instead of sheep, I now count to ten!
20.5.22
An empty stairway – part 7
The king now nary cast a breath
In weakened state and fallen frown
Within his mind a door to death
An empty stairway heading down
The healer sent a worried look
A nervous sweat upon his brow
No words so clear his opened book
“Great Shaman, please do something now”
The sorcerer seemed un-amused
A glance upon the poison’s urn
And sensed that something had infused
Yon windows, orange glow did burn
The sun had fallen in the west
Barely but a light did shine
Running out, this challenged quest
Clinging tight to borrowed time
The shaman, to his nose, inhale
then raised his hand, now all was clear
His potion short, yet not to fail
required now a king’s sad tear
The monarch sighed, eyes drew back
Pale his skin was white as snow
Minutes move as seconds track
The setting sun was ever low
“We need a tear drop from his pain,
complete this antidote on trial”
The wizard spoke in dark refrain
“To place within this waiting vial”
The king, his pulse did disappear
So limp his body now it fell
When then one glistened streaming tear
The token needed for this spell
We stowed behind an enormous flint wall.
Men are battling for control of the appall.
Our covering bastion shuddered and shook.
Brief, yet oddly comfy, relief from the brook.
While grizzly bears wailed in the dimness.
We were inside, getting ready for food distress.
Blue blazes are licking the preparing tray.
Pops reacted with an alleviating sigh.
To warm us up, he prepared a delectable lunch.
In a tin camp cup, bangers we crunch.
We ate with the drapery to some degree closed.
A close by a nearby strike for harm caused.
They were in their gear when it struck.
Tempest thundered as rain pelted the track.
We spread out on our bed and took a nap.
The two fellows were excited by the trap.
That weekend, I was at the lake's edge.
But different lines summon a mental image.
During the tempest, they arose and froze.
Odyssey was being given to me by Hues.