Film Noirs dead
But the voiceover's in my head
it tells of ash-can alleys
and dingy motels
pulp magazines tell their own tales
I'm in a dark corner
I'm waiting for you
for a kiss before dying
that's all I can do
there are lonely places
long goodbyes
short hello's and deserted streets
in the city that never sleeps
I'm down and out
fallen woman at my feet
these urban streets
bring death on the cheap
there are victims of fate
no one's safe
nobody prays
in these dark days
in the dead of night
everyone lies
kiss tomorrow goodbye
it's three in the morning
and somebody dies
leaves blow in the gutter
there's no light or shade
just our love
starting to fade
there are no more heroes
no one to trust
that's why I lost you
love lies in the dust
come back film noir
now I walk alone
neon lights flash
so the whole town knows
that I want you back
the whole town knows
that I want you back
Categories:
noirs, america,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
La douleur dans ma tête
Les nuages dansent au-dessus des cieux
Les visages noirs sont tous ce que je vois
Si seulement j'avais une rose
La rose pourrait mourir avec moi
J'ai perdu l'amour
J'ai perdu la vie
Ils se moquent de moi
je suis malade
Ils pensent que je suis fou
Je suis fou sans toi
Tu es mort dans ma matrice
Je suis mort avec toi
La pierre dans mon coeur
Est toi
La larme dans mon oeil
Seulement pour toi
Quand tout le bouquet de fleurs est mort
Je viendrai vous embrasser ma petite
La terre sera notre couverture
Alors je peux te tenir pour toujours
Personne ne rira plus
Categories:
noirs, baby, beautiful, farewell, loss,
Form: Free verse
Boudoirs blushing bloodline
Adaptions; fabulous' fifth
Element read temptations..
Theatric lines unto myself
Feline femme fatale's
That I could touch taste feel
Film noirs vivacious staged
Lighting within facades
Myoptic glow; across lifes
Scripted pages felicities
Voluptuous featured
Production show...
Madame Margaret Mitchell
Introducing viscerals vortexic
Vivien Leigh; vertigo Scarlett's
Dreams; upon fascination street.
Categories:
noirs, art, beauty,
Form: Free verse
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Boudoirs blushing bloodline adaptions....
Fabulous' fifth element read temptations theatric lines unto me
Feline femme fatale that I could taste, touch and see!?
Film noirs vivacious staged lighting within facades myoptic glow
Across lifes scripted pages felicities voluptuous featured production show
Madame Margaret Mitchell introducing viscerals vortexic Vivien Leigh
Vertigo Scarlett upon, fascination street....
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....Gone With the Wind?!
Categories:
noirs, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?
A single glass of wine could mean
A peaceful sleep; a peaceful dream
New wine for seniors, I kid you knot
Will offer more; will hit the spot
While Pinot Blanc & Pinot Noirs
And Pinot Grigio are the stars
This newly developed hybrid grape
Is an anti-diuretic taking shape
It’s expected to finally reduce the number
Of bathroom trips that hinder slumber
This new wine soon at dealer’s door
Will simply be named Pinot More
Mdailey 10/14/11
Categories:
noirs, social, wine,
Form: Rhyme
Drifting clouds, painted glory, fade with the day’s death.
Only streaks remain, expended filaments of sunset.
The breeze is faint, but open, still a divine catharsis,
Though the whispers seem to retreat with the light.
Slate rocks find a quickened pace, forced by the transition.
The trees’ creak, the shadows seek, to find the mind,
Racing beyond the hindered sight of that which may be,
Dragging even the smallest bête noirs before the candle’s throw
Then darkness, mystery issues from every nook.
Faustian thoughts to find power and peace.
Time is the torture, for this is only the beginning
Of the time between dusk and dawn.
Inspired by the contest “Beyond Nightfall!” sponsored by Laura Mckenzie.
Categories:
noirs, imagination, nature
Form: Free verse
Nous nous gravons...
Notre secret dans les yieux noirs
Pour chacun ses temps d'affronter l'espoir
Que n'effacera plus...le message
Categories:
noirs, friendship, mystery, time,
Form: Free verse
Les fleurs, frissonnent et se fanent
et les feuilles brisées salissent la terre
tordu et froid - plane au rythme durent
comme des visages rompus, emprisonné d’une peinture
Et tes yeux noirs brûlent
comme le brouillard de ce soir
dans le ventre du chaudron ignoble
enlaidi par les marteaux de Hephaestus (le magnifique), qui serre
le charbon, qu'appelles-tu tes yeux - les diamants transpercent.
Categories:
noirs, nature,
Form: I do not know?