Her Song Poems | Examples
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Unsuppression
Exact wild convoluted digressions
Dispatched rap to re ramp tan
Hide all important novelties
As I confuse the vile
Stagnations the ball sawed dust till
Legends found tall
Ballerina indignant
The definition that wouldn't kiss
She wanted rules in verbs
Out of poison
Longing for idiom
We played out a sunlight
So I could pass on to heaven
What he might
A long a line in times
Well righting zincs
Wipe after wipe
I built a heart she never lept
Four cloves to the heart did grow
And removed her shucks from my lies
Brexit
I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.
There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.
…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with ourselves,
you were in that dark place…
but nothing did you say…
In the long winter coming
(how will I)
forget the picture I was shown
by a cop so condemning
(let me see)
just how you’d laid yourself low.
In this long winter coming
(I will ask)
why you couldn’t tell me the truth,
always said we’d end it
(if we found)
ourselves in love with someone new.
…Oh, how could it be,
a triviality,
with fire took a turn,
and how it left you burned…
O’er the long winter coming
(I will say)
I’d have left her if I had known,
if I’d learned of your feelings
(I’d take you)
as mine to see if it would grow.
Now the long winter coming
(weighs on me)
all that was lost with your dark choice,
I’m left here, undone, and
(every day)
I wish I could still hear your voice…
She says I’m so fun,
then claims that we’re done,
she says she hates me,
then wants my babies.
first she wants her man,
then says, “Go use your hand.”
She stares at my eves,
then says I’m full of lies.
The aggravation…
the resignation…
I think I’ve had enough
of her bipolar love.
Bipolar love.
She dreams of houses,
then only grouses,
wants to show me off,
then snaps, “Just get lost.”
One day she’s a dream,
and the next only screams,
How do I deal with that?
In love with only half...
The real confusion…
the sad delusions…
I think I’ve had enough,
of her bipolar love.
Bipolar love.
I want to love her,
and not be disturbed,
hope she gets well,
but half the time it’s hell.
It this allright?
Am I justified?
This is not her fault…
but drives me up the wall.
Mishmash of feelings…
it leaves me reeling…
I think I’ve had enough,
of her bipolar love.
Bipolar love.
It is because the power of separation from ones "Ground Of Being" that compulsion to return to the source is so powerful.
Jesus is a name and a faceless face who offers a return to that sense of being that The Face of Love is, in fact, Your Face.
and in "American Beauty" - the mellifluous geometry of a single sheet of paper dancing with the invisible spirit of mother Earth is just as powerful a sign of her rediscovered truth but:
'Love doesn't last'
we are told by Lucifer in "Invasion of the body snatchers" but it is the progenitor of our separated-material-being and is therefore; The Only Thing That Does!
[Verse 1]
Dance near the silver bridge
Drop a penny in
A penny for your thoughts
You smiled like the end of the world
?
[Pre-Chorus – Extended]
You wrap your soul around me
Like silk that strangles soft
Every heartbeat borrowed
Suddenly, I’m suffocating
?
[Chorus – Haunting, Echoed Vocals]
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe anymore
Your kiss was a poison pill
Your lipstick inked like blood
You swore it was medicine
But it dragged me under
?
[Verse 2]
I lie on the floor
I die in your bed
Do I jump in the river
Or hang on for dear life?
You lit the match,
Then kissed the fire
Your love is a torture
Your caress, a shame
A knife that dips
In
And
Out
And calls it love
No scars they can see
But I’m bleeding within
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe anymore
Your kiss was a poison pill
Your lipstick inked like blood
You swore it was medicine
But it dragged me under
Now I’m gasping
Just to feel the floor
?
A penny falls again
No bridge can bring me back
No wish can stitch me whole
The river keeps her secrets
?
For Oliver's Contest. 31/7/25 Haiku: 5,7,5. Tanka: 5,7,5,7,7.
came to hear her sing
to me she is everything
her soft voice lilting
her song of vows sworn
a heavy heart was now torn
lost love so forlorn
as I sat there before her
she'll not know I adore her
I dreamed a song —
hush tones and haunted chords.
A woman loved once,
and it grew into a tree.
She watered it with years,
fed it her voice,
slept beneath it,
called the silence love.
And in the final verse,
she hung herself in its arms.
I woke with the melody lodged
between my ribs like a blade.
I turned to you,
my daughters,
my mirrors,
my storms unsoftened by shame.
I almost sang it to you,
almost let it pass
from my mouth into your bones,
like the women before me did —
lullabies lined with
martyrdom in a dress.
But I stopped.
Because I saw your eyes —
not frightened,
but awake.
And you, fierce ones,
you deserve a different song.
You are, the light between the danger
you are, the one who thought you'd never find her
and when, storms are nearly over,
you'll shelter me, shelter me
and waves, like an ocean perfect stranger
came out, to free me, free me
all because, your love will always save her, save her
from drowning, nearer, nearer
you step , into the water, to rescue her, and rescue me
and took away , all stormy danger, how can that be
how can that be
so you shine, between me and all the danger
as freezing water, was it's perfect stranger
and when , the storm is nearly over
you'll find her, you'll find me
tribute to film ' Ondine'
Song- Lisa Hannigan 'Braille'
Without her, life is like a song without notes in the breeze of time,
I dream dreams that shine in someone else's eyes, stars seeking their sky,
She was perfect, like a divine painting in the colors of sunset,
I, just a fleeting moment, a rustle of leaves in the wind, timeless.
It wasn't her fault, no shadow of sin in her gaze,
I, the unspoken example, the story without a page in the book of time,
She passed through me like a sacred prayer leaving light,
I remained like an unfinished amen, an echo in the evening silence.
I remember her smile, a sun over fields of desires,
I, a mere spectator, an unfulfilled dreamer watching from afar,
She, a universe of light and grace, I the shadow of time,
A dream without place, an unspoken word, a closed chapter.
Yet, in the melancholy of loss, there is a unique beauty,
I was a witness to a miracle, eternity in her eyes,
Maybe I'll find the courage to write our story now,
About light and shadow, dreams and realities, an unfinished amen.
A deceitful person is a awful character
Dare I say who
to which describes such a charter
who is this that
shares such traits
Spoken as evil and
In such a debates
Calm the shores
When clouds bring rain
She said she did it
If I am to believe such things
the lines are drawn with
a perfected mention
Stand down Bouis'
Stand at attention
Who is the ah-soothing figure
Said I am
Her man
Now who could figure
Made me centered
With her intentions
Ah-nasty woman
Might I mention
She knew me
She loved me
Like she wanted me
Had me going
Thought I could be
Her all and all
Her number one
Said she only wanted me
All in fun
I say ooh lah-lah lag lag lag
I say ooh ah-soothing lah lah-lah
One thang babies
I like this show and tell
Phat as you is
Got me under yo' spell
Hard as ah rock
Time to enter
Bang you out
Just for slender
Told me later
Baby coming
I acted all coy
Acted real dumb and
Told that lady
I was raised real simple
Altar kiss
On my lips or
Dimple
I say ah-ooh lag
Let me hear you say
Ooh lah-la-lalah
Hmmm ooh
Ooh we , we gone standing
All in love
We all romancin'
It's love when I say
Ooh la, lah-lah la lag!
Red flowing hair, she waited long
in her arms, he did belong
why go to fight, she did not know
a bloody battle, the Somme, in flow
she waited long, with babe in arms
in her heart, it tears apart
they were so young and very poor
why war to fight, she wasn't sure.
would he come back, to her devote
so she sang to him, in this small note
wasteful lives, thousand dies
no one knows of the why's
l never knew them, but l see them now
in photo's old, and close somehow
she was a beauty, he was so proud
so much love, but shroud in clouds
red flowing hair, he came back to her
in her arms, he now belongs
he had to go, but still more woe
they died together, passed love
.............................. .............did grow.
for my grandparents..Clannad (English lyrics) 'Siuil A Run'
morning light through window
a song heard in my dream lingers
living beyond time
birds outside my window sing
I hear the voice of angels
a conversation with a friend
I showed her a poem
she read between the lines
silence said more the words
a beginning perhaps
silence said more than words
she read between the lines
I showed her a poem
a conversation with a friend
I hear the voice of angels
birds outside my window sing
living beyond time
a song heard in my dreams lingers
morning light through window
(palindrome form)
He has a iridescent sheen
that looks metallic in mid flight
she is soft and she is gentle
and a healing to his night
he trembles when he's frightened
and his wings , like roving clouds
but she's strong, to elude the enemy
his descent entrapments , found
but her devotion is all her life
his return, devotion mate
her lips, they never lie
her words not found, in any hate
they bow their heads together
as if in lovers kiss
but be innocence and be cautious
for there's enemy destroyers, wish
So she draws him like a songbird
and fight she'll never do
as he floats he finds her kindness
her love, he always knew
'Look! your beautiful, my beloved
Look! your beautiful.
your eyes are those of .................doves '
The Song of Solomon 1. v:15
An empty room
Standing center stage
She waited for her cue
bassoon in hand
She breathed life into
"MI Stro" a ballad by
Piffston Grisser"
A song which curated
More than four minutes
She incorporated
" it's gotta be"
by Danny Dewmore
A very popular song
To the delight of those
In attendance and to those
Who were to view the film
The staff stood and applauded
She bowed and smiled
And then letter the stage.
I heard one saying "she wowed us"
Her male factor spoke whisper to
Her "I should be nervous to lose you
to someone who is as talented as you"
He kissed her. We found it to be romantic.
The reliance of performance allows us
To speak of you as "the deal sealer"
You have mourned in triumph to get the part!
We spoke this moment as her "monomythwhere
The bassoonist has arrived at stardom!
the breeze lifted her sunlit hair
danced to and fro a moment there
her flowery skirt swayed
to a melody no orchestra played