O-ne of John Keats' works
D-enotes varying line's length,
E-xalting the style.
Form: Haikustic
Finding myself at a loss for words
And it's anything but writer's block
I've abandoned my pad and pen
Not a thought about the clock
Lost in tonight's moments
My heart's doing all the talking
It's got me walking on the clouds
Yeah, the beat's so loud
A thousand hues so bright
Washing my soul, giving me sight
Like a tidal wave crashing over me
I can't escape, you're all I see
And what I see leaves me speechless
Emotions that can't be described
A love so fierce, leaves me powerless
I can't resist, overtaken from inside
Now, here in this quiet moment
Watching you sleep, still feeling the beat
Lyric without words.. so sweet
Unwritten song.. no lament
~Lyric Man
Note: I wanted to write something about those times when love is so indescribably glorious that you're at a loss for words.. because they can't hope to contain what is going on inside the heart. Truly, sometimes the best song is the lyric without words!
(For a contest, Fun with Lyrics, inspired by 'Chance Encounters').
I wish to grow old disgracefully,
But I invented a lover imaginary,
It is good for women to have fantasies,
I love you across time and centuries,
My thoughts are filled with such delights,
It does pass these hot summer nights,
I rouse myself from afterglow,
All in the head, this I know,
One day I shall sit down and laugh,
With a good coffee, at all this chaff,
I did but see you passing by,
I sit and ponder, and heave a sigh,
Here's what I say to you, young man,
Hermaphrodites make their own fun, it's grand,
Hoots juice, there's lots of virgins a'loose,
I am sure you've fixed one to your caboose,
Ah, the old grey mare ain't what she used to be,
I'll dream of growing old disgracefully,
Across the time and centuries,
You'll be the Valentine for me,
I love you to the moon, and beyond,
An endless love affair, it goes on and on.........
"Outside the city where the pomegranates grow..."
In solitude, my soul bloomed alone,
A spiritual journey I pondered on,
For the world, I saw a giant pond,
I prayed for blessings, with a magic wand,
Deliverance from our virtual Armageddon,
From then on, I was not alone,
Collective blessings bloomed at home,
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
In solitude, my soul bloomed alone......
I reminisce by this railway siding pond,
Musing on rail relics rattling on,
Recalling lives and times bygone,
But memories of their shades linger on,
The lonesome call of distant steam trains,
Eras that may never come our way again,
I see they're gone nowhere in particular,
Replaced by planes and transport vehicular,
I imagine queues on foggy platforms,
Awaiting the misted trains' shadow forms,
Standing by, expecting the status quo,
I blink my eyes, where did they all go?
Looking backwards along yesterday's tracks,
I'm no kid any more, get off my back,
I reflect and reminisce,
Nostalgia is for the past we miss,
I'll reminisce by the railway siding pond,
I recall the times and lives bygone,
As rail relics keep rattling on......