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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]
You left me without a reason why
You said you loved me, it was a lie
Now I sit in the dark and just cry
Folk notice my demeanor and pry
I shut them out tell the goodbye
I just want to heal,but hurt is nigh
Will I ever love again before I die?
I often sleep and eat and just sigh
Is there such a thing as a soul tie?
If so I doomed, and mustn't even try
Being in love in nothing but a joke
Broken promises is all you spoke
My fairy tale life went up in smoke
Now I'm waiting for me to just croak
Do you recall our kiss? By the oak
That memory alone makes me choke
When you left me, I'm double broke
Misery and despair is now my cloak
You were nothing but a trivalent bloke
And I hope you slip on an artichoke
I thought that you were the one
We used to have so much fun
Our lives together had just begun
I wonder if you took our old gun
My world is dark, where's the sun?
Scales are on my eyes,there're a ton
I'm through living, I'm just done
You caused to shut out everyone
My life is like an old film, a sad rerun
You were like my mother's dear son
I must get used to this intense pain
Rainbows long gone, all I see is rain
On most days and nights I go insane
There's like a ticking bomb in my brain
I'm likened to a wreckless moving train
My awful life is going down the drain
I have small scars and cuts on my vein
I'm locked in my mind, ball and chain
The days are gone when I was sane
My life over, I have nothing to obtain
But If ever emerge from this living hell
I'll work on me first, only time will tell
I used to be so happy and full of life
Now I'm so sad and someone's ex wife
I think to myself, can I fall in love with me?
If I could my heart would know much glee
Instead I long for my existence to expire
I often feel like I've touched a live wire
Is this place a dream? Is this my reality
If so I've grown accustomed to insanity
*I know this contest is over. But I was inpired to give it a try after reading Andrea's poem in this form. I don't know if I got it right. Fiction
Alexis Y.
11/09/19
Up in smoke there goes your dreams and hopes in that cloud of smoke
There goes your memory the instrument you once used to create wise quotes
There goes the hustle you used to keep from being broke
Now here comes the stress high blood pressure the cause of strokes
Was it really worth it talking about that first toke
Yeah it made you laugh but was it really a joke
Is it funny having no money wishing for the sun cause you know it's supposed to be sunny
Why they call you a dummy
why life is crummy
So I ask again was it really worth it talking about that first toke were you inhaled and as you exhaled watched it go up in smoke I'm talking about your dreams and hopes
Tonight this full moon shines down,
flooding my mind with old memories,
of the way I used to be when
I was younger, wilder,
and free.
I know I can’t go back
and try to find those youthful days
that now haunt my mind
but I have no regrets of anything
that I might have left behind.
Age demanded a high cost
and some of those things
I hoped to keep, got lost
in the mix when my years began
to fade away.
So don’t let your hopes go up in smoke
never treat life like it’s a joke
slow down and take the time to live
in the here and now.
Forget and
Forgive.
You will never have another chance
to pass this way again
Lying people, with fake smiles
Always seeking to beguile
Truth is not their's to reveal
They never seem to keep it real
Stoned people, on a high
They have no wings, yet they fly
Lighting up as the fire they stoke
Watching it all go up in smoke
Sad people, with vacant eyes
Seeing only dark grey skies
They've lost their joy and their cheer
All they're left with is their tears
Internet people, just a click away
The world wide web is where they play
With digital anonymity, they leave no trace
As they travel through cyber space
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6-2-18
People Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Deathbed
When we are old and youth is in their hands,
I will be with you; heed my plans,
For I have waited for a lifetime,
To sit with you inside the sunshine.
I have since long ago dreamed of your love.
My wife of all time, my future and past,
My present and my bride in the above.
The two of us shall be sat on the swinging bench,
As our children play with their children,
While others sing.
The music and laughter will be with me,
After I am taken away into the everlasting.
I have long since dreamed of a life-time love,
Yet too long has love been waiting to hug.
The love of my life, the twine that binds,
My hand in your hand throughout my life.
As I say my final goodbyes,
There is water in your eyes,
But do not cry, I had a life,
And as my daughters stand hand in hand with their husbands and wives,
And their children smile and wave me goodbye,
I wipe the tears from their eyes with a smile.
I tell them each I love you too,
Each and every one of you,
More than you will ever know;
But now is the time that I must go.
Upon this deathbed I lay with the love of my life.
Her head upon my chest, never ready to say goodbye.
I whisper you gave me all I could ever want,
So lift your head up and look into my eyes,
Before long I will be gone.
I have loved you all ways.
I will love you beyond the grave,
And I will love you when there are no birds singing in the sky,
For the time has come for the silence to reign.
I love you more, she says,
With a knowing smile,
A perfect private joke.
A smile on a face
And finally,
I love you,
Goodbye…
And then going up in smoke…
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Pine needle ashes in reruns
Each breath hurts,
in my chest and in my mind
Such a poor example of life,
this heaving flesh,
up and down, corrugated movements inside my shirt,
not even a consistent rhythm
You see it mirrors my heart (a broken metronome)
in silent convulsions
that no one sees
and I become the fool, the giggles from the back row,
that guy picking his nose in the car
thinking he is invisible,
like that cloud on the horizon
attempting to sneak past the sunset
without being noticed…bright florescent pink
But I have always been this fool,
I fall, I get up only to fall again…
you would think I would have learned by now
My fingers hurt as
they move about the keys
in interrupted design patterns
finding small lettered squares (shapes)
pushing up, harder than I push down,
but not because of the action…
it is the words, all of these words
thoughts, ideas, dreams, just as a
Christmas tree in a fireplace,
up in smoke…though slower, more painful…
pine needle ashes in reruns, always reruns
**Just a poem, not a state of mind. :)
Far off the beaten track and trail
on quest for music’s Holy Grail
led pilgrims on biblical scale
more than can be counted.
With midsummer sun on our cheek
in tents to shelter we did seek
and pitched them at its highest peak
on a hilltop mounted
As we climbed the lean of the hill
my beer I would try not to spill
and sat with the great unwashed till
olé and adios.
It was I, El Skeet, amigo,
in my poncho and sombrero
half-cut like a loco gringo
who waved “vaya con dios!”
We lit yet another hash bong
all up in smoke like Cheech & Chong
and passed it to each one along
under the cop radars.
Late as corroded brain cells flag
with every mind trip headfu*k drag
I tucked in to my sleepin' bag
on the hill ‘neath the stars
As music and mayhem did rage
back in next summer’s youthful age
we camped closer to the big stage
all primed for the big show.
I’d sit and watch the crowds go by
in the hot sun and dust and dry
under a big Waikato sky
from our camp on tent row
We ripped into our grog trailer
and drank like a drunken sailor
but by nightfall lookin' paler
yet in the crowd I went.
Waitin' for Cold Chisel that night
with a superdoob glowin' bright
I was fu*kin’ high as a kite
and lurched back to my tent
The next day I woke in a daze
and walked off my drunken malaise
when I heard singin' songs of praise
in some weird sh*t I saw.
Tambourine hippies, punks and geeks
and chantin' Hari Krishna freaks
burnt incense in clay painted cheeks
so I got high some more
Yet in a hot wet and wild hour
stoned in the unisex shower
I gazed many a sweet flower
in their naked splendour.
We bathed too in waters that flowed
down where the lazy river bowed
lest my head spontaneous explode
on my three day bender
That night by the stars we were led
as above a smoky sky bled
when out The Enz rocked “I See Red”
and fired a burnin' flare.
In the spirit of Sweetwaters
we lived among at close quarters
sons of Bacchus and his daughters
and I, El Skeet, was there!
Written: November 2009
Writing for contests, is often a crapshoot!
Some may be teasers, and others no brainers.
Results often open a new can of worms,
though sponsors with backbones, will stick to their guns!
Plagued by the screams of dissatisfied rhymers
whose dreams of a win may have gone up in smoke!
But a poet's class act, is to take it in stride.
Don't be hung up, keep your eye on prize !
Wearing war-paint is a taint on the pride
Don't have a fit, ... be quick to decide
Stoked by the turn-on of writing excitement
We are caught in the cross-hairs of P. S. enchantment !!
Write with a zest that will stick to the ribs
Write for yourself, and find joy in the race
There is no disgrace if you handle with grace
Hold up your head, whether win, lose or place!
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7/15/15 For the contest "Colloquialisms" sponsored by Laura Leiser
"A malicious war carried out
on the innocent
in lies
that has disseminated their cities."
Quote_by Poet
Early dawn while people slept,
heavy missiles rocket launched
the violent attack came
in waves of mass artillery fire.
Homes and buildings up in smoke
destroyed in quick succession
leaving pile of rubble and
people fleeing yelling and in pain.
Families, young and old ran
or crawl for their lives weeping
in the streets, as some are struck
down, some help each other to safety.
Others killed in their last tracks.
Rescuers search for bodies
of the missing in the shards.
A fight that was not equal in strength.
3/20/2022
Is Truth The First Casualty Of War And Why Is That
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
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