Verse 1
You drive me through the night
Arctic Monkeys on repeat
It feels so cinematic
I'll keep this memory
Your palm is on my thigh - I like the view
Don't let this moment end - I love you
Chorus
And it’s only us and the city lights
You tell me some dad jokes
and you like my smile
I’m biting my lip
checking if I’m asleep
It’s just too good to be true
Oh man, keep doing what you do
Verse 2
You say you want to ride
Till the morning meets my face
You turn the music down
I’m lost in your embrace
You’re looking in my eyes
then at my lips
You’re leaning close to me
and then you kiss
Chorus
I will come again, my dear,
In the form of a bird,
And with my sweet melody,
Your heart will be stirred.
My wings will carry me
Across the great expanse,
And I’ll perch upon your window sill,
And give you another chance.
To hear my voice and know
That I am still with you,
Though I may be gone,
My love will remain true.
So listen closely to my song,
And let it bring you peace,
For though I may have left this world,
My love will never cease.
I will come again, my dear,
In the form of a bird,
And with my sweet melody,
Your heart will be stirred.
Emotions rise like sea waves,
Crashing and splattering on the shore,
Powerful and wild, they want to spread
Their touch on the whole earth.
But my life is painted in dark shades,
The colors of reality seep into my soul,
And the waves of my emotions
Meet this darkness and retreat.
They return to my secret world,
As quickly as they come,
Laughing and saying,
“Oh, dear poet, you live in an ocean
Of dead hearts buried in an old well.”
I feel the weight of their words,
But I cannot deny the beauty
Of the emotions that I feel,
Even though they often come to me
In moments of pain and sorrow.
I am the ocean, and I am the waves,
Powerful and fierce, yet contained,
Trapped within the walls of my own mind,
Yearning to break free and be felt by all.
I remain in my solitude,
A poet lost in the sea of emotions,
My words the only way to express
The depth and power of my raging sea.
Let the waves crash upon the shore,
And let my life be painted in shades of gray,
For in my poetry, I find a way
To make sense of the chaos and the fray.
…
If you see and hear and feel,
smell and taste what's real
about yourself
within our ecosystemic
polyculturing
eco-political cells
Indigenous to Earth's changing lively habitat
of co-redemptive
bicamerally resilient
EgoHealth/EcoSafe Wealth
Together co-invested secular yang strong
yet also sacredly yintegral WholeEarth
bouncy Flow co-empathically cooperative
ego/eco-relation
Ships
no longer co-incidentally passing
in non-violent
compassionate communing nights,
Then what difference remains
between your personal
sacred theological
felt enlightening experience,
and our secular ecological
co-empowering theory,
empirical?
I hoped to write
and boldly sing Earth's holistic
healing love song,
but all I got
was this coincidental moment,
integrity's potential
in-between instead.
o perky blue jay
sing a love song on my tree -
donot be a nut
10.5.2020
I know I 'll never find you again
I remember every moment with you.
scattered thoughts aches
I had a crush on you
Is it too late....?
There is no going back for me
Too late, I'm in love...
Can I find you again?
The Love song
I woke up early in a good mood thinking of writing a love poem to my wife.
looking in the YouTube, I came across
“The three tenors,” couldn`t resist their beautiful voices.
I was going to find “I believe in angels” by Abba
but first the famous tenors.
Wife woke up told me to turn it off she couldn`t sleep.
I remembered Lorenzo Marcus 1964 I was on a ship
unloading cargo destined for Rhodesia.
Everything has changed now LM is now Maputo
and Rhodesia is Zimbabwe, and it was a good time
for a white person.
So I didn`t play the Abba song as the lyric is banal
and I was no longer in a loving mood
PHYSC !
SHE TOLD HER GIRLFREIND
WHEN SHE ASKED IF THEY COULD MARRY.
hELL NO !
GNAW THAT A THE DOOR BE HIND YOU !
HELL NO, TELL THE PREACH MARRY
THE , THEY WROTE ABOUT IN THAT PHYSCO
CHURCH OF HIS. !
AINT NOBODY MARRYING NO BODY ROUND YEAR !
GET THOSE BRUSH AND SCRUB THE FLOOR.
AND I DON'T LOVE YOU, TELL YOUR MOMMA THAT !
THAT WANNA DATE ME ANYWAY, AND YO' BROTHERS'
MY EX-HUSBANDS *** !
HOW BOUT THAT ?
AINT MARRING YOU!
GET THE RING !
PAWN SHOP MONDAY!
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
PAWN SHOP MONDAY !
From afar I hear an amazing love song
One That is written upon the wind
With melodies of such shattering beauty
It can be compared to a heavenly hymn
Its sweetness is like sweet wine to me
Which is found aged for many a year
Its pleasantness touches my inner soul
While bringing alive in my eyes soft tears
For it is my loves heart singing to me
From very far where she does now stay
As her heart tells me she needs my love
To be with her even past our final days
And I find myself swept away by emotion
As this never happened this way to me
And I fall to my knees swearing devotion
To her love which means the world to me.
I will mourn for you today,
and ache for the comfort
of when I used to lay my head
across that Buddha belly of yours,
and you used to sing me
your drunken lullabies
(though I knew no difference
at the time).
And I will listen
to this song:
mariachis' high-pitched gritos
accompanying the blaring
brass-tasting trumpet players.
This time, when I see you
dancing to it, sombrero atop
your silver strands,
you won't reek
of that amber-colored
death
anymore.
LOVESONG TO AN ALASKAN FISHERMAN
If tame you want
Tis fool you’ll get
In fishing North high seas
But if you go a trolling
And you catch a fish like me
Prepare for love ---prepare for war
There’s not a moment’s peace
And you’ll forget flushed one nightstands
And follow schooling breeze
Oh-- I had loved you mighty
Knocked the pluck right from your chest
Gave you babes and warmed your nights
And wove your babes a nest
And fool you were to throw back in
A love that topped them all
But one last chance awaits you here
To heed bold Nature’s call
So head inland and fight the gales
That plague this stormy sea
Think of love that grabs your guts---
There is no fish like me.
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Valdez, Alaska
revision of poem written in 2012
LOVES SONG TO YOU ABOUT TOMORROW
Plant dreams of me on feath’ry pillows
Dancing thru thorns—we blossom
Dawn into periwinkle glory
Take away painsong
Let hate be planter of lovesong
Walking down hazy surreal corridors of blue sublime
I let destiny’s hand
Guide my heart.
RAIN IS LIKE A SONG TO THE EAR
The outpouring of rain
Nurtures life
Signals the spring of life
A welcome feeling of warmth and freshness
Sometimes soft and sometimes heavy
Just as someone deeply in love
Wanted his affection free and true
As truly inspired he hoped a favorable “yes”
For you, his Lady aspired for always
It’s not easy and comfortable but when it showers it rains!
Acceptance would ring and tune a bell
For everything goes with the rain
Just like a song to the ear
Serenading a love one from the heart!
Dalila Agtani
7/15/2001
For P. D. contest
I do love the rain!
Now there are two little bluebirds,
and an ocean of baby blackbirds
to keep them company.
So sing pretty bluebirds, cause
you're really two little lovebirds,
singing we are soulbirds!
You fly from tree to perch
singing baby you're my bluebird,
singing where's my soulbird,
singing I hear my songbird!
Every tree is your home,
and every tower your perch,
and don't be scared cause
you sing like a dream, making
your predators fall asleep.
Singing baby you're my bluebird,
singing where's my soulbird,
singing I hear my songbird!
Your sweet sonnets serenade my soul,
your lighthearted tune makes me want to
fly your direction, and your heavenly pursuit
keeps me on the edge of my tree.
singing baby you're my bluebird,
singing where's my soulbird,
singing I hear my songbird!
So, keep chipper my sweetly singing bird,
and you'll find me in the same tree eventually.
Leading the sparrows in the lovebird anthem,
then you'll remember our song.
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