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[pre-chorus]
That flash that stuns your eyes
makes you hold your breath
shiver to your toes
ruins your rest
[chorus]
Thats me, I bring the lightning,
I can start the fire
burning brightly
things can go on for hours
[verse 1]
I learned a long time ago
how to set match
to the tinder
and make things all aglow
dancing crackling cinder
It takes intention and focus
and knowing where to touch
and breathing on the embers' glow
to bring it all alive
[instrumental interlude]
[verse 2]
Flame bursts out
it jumps so high
crackling popping with the sap
once it starts to really burn
there is no going back
So don't play with this match
I am not to be trifled with
I can bring the lightning
the flame
and then your life will never again
be the same
[pre-chorus]
That flash that stuns your eyes
makes you hold your breath
shiver to your toes
ruins your rest
[chorus]
Thats me, I bring the lightning,
I can start the fire
burning brightly
things can go on for hours
[outro]
That flame leaves nothing untouched
the ground, the structures, the plants
its all gone up in smoke
if you give it half a chance
so don't play with fire
don't call in the lightning
the snap and bright will bring a fright
and the burn be quite enlightening
Those that have seen the flame
are never the same again
I bring the fire
I bring the lightning
and I seldom strike twice for anyone
[music fades]
[end]
He’s Hemingways whiskey, he’s vodka on ice
Smoke on the water, a roll of the dice
Magic and mirrors illusion to most
Thumbing his way from east coast to west coast
He’s lived on the brink, on the edge of a knife
He’s met with the greats on his journey through life
For us that have known him a gem in the making
The path that he’s travelled’s a journey worth taking
Enraptured by life, he’s moralitys friend
He’ll draw you right in by the beauty he pens
Enthused and endearing,. his visual insight
His words gently scripted on pages of white
Pen to the paper, ink to the quill
Bending the world to the whim of his will
Where many have faltered, he’s stood strong and proud
Barely intact, he don’t run with the crowd
You’ve slept at his side, in the depth of his charm
He’ll find you undone, but he won’t do you harm
His Devils have left him so bruised and alone
But the Devils we are, show through, clear to the bone
The tide of time’s turning, it waits for no man
But he’s done in a lifetime, more than most can
Waded in the mire, he’s cut through, in his youth
Through Hell and high water, he’s bathed in the truth
140
Andrew Billy Joyce
You’ve trifled with danger, it’s kiss left you cold
In most it’s enough for their tale to be told
But there’s a book in the making, so time will allow
For a story unravelled, to be woven somehow
Tread the grapevine with Steinbeck, trace footsteps of Twain
To each goes their own, but to us you’re the same
For to write from the heart, a man has to fall
To the depths of despair, ‘fore he answers his call
Put down on paper what your life has unfurled
Help us figure out this strangest of worlds
Though we pass through our lives, sometimes with regret
You’re a wonderous soul, we won’t want to forget
My daughters eyes opened, to all she can be
By a gift from a heart, that is full as can be
I hope and I pray, as this world nears its end
And I’m honoured and touched, for to call you my friend
A Time of Bliss
Love’s a mystery to everyone falling under its magical spell,
And it would be natural to think we all know it so very well.
But with emotions ripe and afire in this special time of bliss,
It’s easy for those so smitten not to sense something amiss.
Love’s a most potent alchemy enchanting at once one’s soul,
And when it’s returned in kind it makes one’s life quite whole.
The pure passion that love excites is beyond all earthly compare,
Which makes it an emotive force not subject to any trifled dare.
Love’s a time of bliss when a couple’s very love melds them as one,
And affairs of the heart shape their fate as two souls form as one.
This is the moment when lovers rejoice in such unbridled pleasure,
When each knows they’ve found a love so rare for eternity to treasure.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – February 1, 2015
(Rhymed Quatrain)
Worship not your turtles on Tuesday
Driving a convertible in traffic is inadvisable
Places you at risk, in peril of bird droppings
Never yawn with mouth open and head up
Yawning is sacrilegious with seat belts off
If you have daughters, don't!
They are not turtles and this is not Vegas
If you have sons, feed them peanuts
They will not become elephants all of a sudden
But they are cheaper than you think
And much cheaper than pink
If you play cards on Thursday be warned
Turtles don't drink or smoke or gamble
Too many decks makes them sleepy
Don't worry about convertibles
Turtles drive trucks but not well
Never on Doomsday or Wednesday
That would be asking too much
They have trouble with the clutch
Doomsdays come around once in a lifetime
Never on Wednesday because that is canasta night
Beer and pretzels are free
(Bring your own pretzels and beer)
Leave your turtles at home
Worship them not on Tuesday
Canasta should never be trifled with
Bring two decks for security
South Of Marriage
Emotions came alive hot wire red
Blood boils, scolding, screaming in the veins
Fire rising higher in the head
Frayed crazy hair standing on edge
Burnt to the core high voltage snakes
Coiled and ready to attack her mate
Female venom lies in wait
Eyes glaring, pulse pumping in a rage
The hysterical voice screams out at 3:00 am
My relations took a left turn somewhere
It’s only my wife a little trifled
Wondering why I’m waltzing in so late
“Don’t worry dear.” “It’s only me
returning from a couple beers out there.”
My spouse is so lovely and understanding
She makes me laugh
I smile, fall to sleep real fast before she strikes
Wondering if I might rest in peace tonight
Before something nearby ignites a fight
Emotions are a funny thing
My wonderful wife and I this evening
Wouldst, such mortal traverse the crags of Ne'ermere tails,
tis a grayest hour whence Luna's twilight flits her crown whipped
freed of mnemonic shimmers.
Hail winds bade the cliffs fond too well,
the forest dwelleth quietude, erring not to wake ired beasts.
The Black fog rose amidst digits crag,
gorging deeply in a slithering bout,
its murky poking hazing to edge's where hast steep crevices befallen
debris burdens.
Forgiven enemies miserably hast to but exclaim vapid
excuse faltering, absent of morals that yield despair
heightens.
Invasive spirit's of Ne'ermere hatha steered lost souls to the steppes,
to the moors.
The ambling blood moon followed a selection of bane thoust chose for
dying, fast coming.
Inky's inscript on columbine petals are guarded riddle,
steeped in thine devil's brew of concoctions.
Constant a stirring from tri-conjurers and duo warlocks
of ruin, loss, and havoc--locals all of Ne'ermere.
A daring wraith bidst the gifts amassed of bless souls,
the voids of trifled entities of a doomsday.
Shortening the navigated souls in their mortal state of decay,
their tenuous grasp of wilted massive fibrous veins.
Remnants of a vigorous life surrender to their authentic demise via a
hall between perishing slow or death's blow.
Truly, a proper act of granting reassemblage their formers,
Earth's finality prompt sail to the sunrise of the ancients,
and a warriors welcoming.
Santa Clauses were to be molten and reshaped into Holy Cross bunnies
on a mega 3D printer but then the app somehow went wrong
Chocolate trickled and trifled and mixed with fake season’s greetings
King Kong and Godzilla leaped off the assembly line with
Witches on lolly pop brooms and then the whole show went viral
Mephistopheles aliens with marshmallow ears danced merrily
Suddenly truffle snakes in seductive icing sugar bikinis tested tempted
cotton sugar candy apples as big as paradise vowed and allowed
They all swirled swished and tumbled to cacophonous tunes that had
to be labelled as retro and neo-modern-classical rap-sorties
At the exit of malfunctioning malls the Easter display went a tad pear-shaped
as soon as the rabbits slipped out of their hats and mounted the chickens
The mistress and master of ceremonial clangour had at problem at hand
and some egg on their faces thus they squirted and squinted
They pondered and squandered with no solution untouched for the task
how to make more profits and be politically correct just the same
‘Megalomania’ and ‘Mega-High-Money’ the respective CEO’s of ‘Turn water into
wine’ and the start-up ‘Chocolate Merry Go Round for the Soul’
Could not fail in this venture as not to have their heathen bonuses
dissolved into cocoa mousse splash
After meetings and brain storms pilot studies and polls they decided to craft
a whole new religion (the Independent Unseasonal Reformed Epiphanists)
Fortunately the United Philistines of Consumption were too busy to notice that
the newly created faithful were simply rehashing an old dogma of money
What a shame that those lovely chocolate coins have gone out of fashion and
That Buddhists would not want their spiritual model to melt under the fig tree
09th April 2018 Written for the contest Easter 2018
When I was a younger man, the ladies fancied me.
I’d beguile them with my smile and winsome flattery.
“Tell me do you love me true? Am I the only one?
Do you swear to marry me? Take me as your beloved?”
“Oh yes, you are the only one. I’ve only eyes for you
And if you’d lay your body down, I would marry you.”
I preyed upon their innocence. I trifled with their dreams.
But never did I fall in love, ‘till I met Josephine.
Josephine, Josephine
Prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen.
Josephine, sweet Josephine
I dream of you at night.
An Irish girl, red ringlet curls, with sparkling emerald eyes
Oh to kiss her ruby lips and to win her bonny smile!
If a sultry bird came around to give herself to me
I'd turn her away that I might win sweet Josephine.
“Oh my darling, oh my dear
I’ll always love you best.
I would keep you sweet for aye.
Till Jesus gives you rest.”
Josephine oh Josephine
Prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen.
Josephine, sweet Josephine
I pray you be my bride.
I bought a ring for Josephine, to win her heart sublime.
Gold and silver filigree, set diamonds shining bright.
Then I went down on bended knee to ask her for her hand.
With impish smile she whispered I was not her only man.
Josephine, oh Josephine
Prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen.
Josephine, sweet Josephine
How could you break my heart?
Ten years I prayed and wished in vain I might see her again.
Another day I’d bear the shame, then die a lonely man.
But lo that evening Josephine, came knocking at my door.
Still a maid, her dalliances left her lone and poor.
“Oh my darling, oh my dear
I always loved you best.
I pray you keep me sweet for aye
‘Till Jesus gives me rest.”
She kissed me once and whispered, “Love, ‘till death will do us part.”
I kissed her twice and shoved a knife into her cheatin’ heart.
Josephine, oh Josephine.
Prettiest girl that I’d ever seen.
Josephine, sweet Josephine.
I’ll never see you again.