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Love Takes A Little More
You supply the lips and I'll supply the kiss,
You supply the chance and I'll supply the bliss.
You supply the truth and I'll supply the trust,
You supply the time and I'll supply the lust.
But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.
You supply the fantasy and I'll supply the act,
You supply the opinion and I'll supply the fact.
You supply the quip and I'll supply the smile,
You supply the road and I'll supply that extra mile.
But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.
You supply the wings and I'll supply the flight,
You supply the day and I'll supply the night.
You supply the ground below and I'll supply the sky above,
You supply your tender heart and I'll supply my endless love.
Because even though love takes more, I shall not stand and wait,
for love to sweep me off my feet, for I might be too late.
So, I've now become a partner of fate,
in the never-ending waterfall known as love and hate.
You supply the chance and I'll supply the bliss.
You supply the truth and I'll supply the trust,
You supply the time and I'll supply the lust.
But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.
You supply the fantasy and I'll supply the act,
You supply the opinion and I'll supply the fact.
You supply the quip and I'll supply the smile,
You supply the road and I'll supply that extra mile.
But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.
You supply the wings and I'll supply the flight,
You supply the day and I'll supply the night.
You supply the ground below and I'll supply the sky above,
You supply your tender heart and I'll supply my endless love.
Because even though love takes more, I shall not stand and wait,
for love to sweep me off my feet, for I might be too late.
So, I've now become a partner of fate,
in the never-ending waterfall known as love and hate.
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Sime and easy life understand more of Life
Magma
Silent whispers of gas
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep
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Posted: Oct 2021
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Autumn Blushes...
Majestic autumn welcome home,
As summer yields to slumber,
To flaunt your leafy vibrant hues,
Of yellow, gold and umber.
From whence do all your colours come,
That paint your wondrous scenes,
Do fairies brush from pots of gold,
And daub the failing greens.
An Ivy drapes across the wall,
Some leaves have turned maroon,
Did some warm droplets trickle from,
That haunting blood red moon.
The woodland dons an auburn dress,
With flecks of brown and Dun,
And shades of Amber stolen from,
A falling evening sun.
The days grow short, cool nights are long,
As forests shed their leaves,
Sharp sickles fell the ripened wheat,
In rows of golden sheaves.
The Squirrels start to gather food,
Migrating birds are still,
God's creatures all prepare their homes,
For Winters icy chill.
Behold the seasons russet hues,
This variegated spree,
So cast an eye and celebrate,
Such pure Autumnity.
As summer yields to slumber,
To flaunt your leafy vibrant hues,
Of yellow, gold and umber.
From whence do all your colours come,
That paint your wondrous scenes,
Do fairies brush from pots of gold,
And daub the failing greens.
An Ivy drapes across the wall,
Some leaves have turned maroon,
Did some warm droplets trickle from,
That haunting blood red moon.
The woodland dons an auburn dress,
With flecks of brown and Dun,
And shades of Amber stolen from,
A falling evening sun.
The days grow short, cool nights are long,
As forests shed their leaves,
Sharp sickles fell the ripened wheat,
In rows of golden sheaves.
The Squirrels start to gather food,
Migrating birds are still,
God's creatures all prepare their homes,
For Winters icy chill.
Behold the seasons russet hues,
This variegated spree,
So cast an eye and celebrate,
Such pure Autumnity.
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Inspired by Autumn colours...
THE CHILDREN OF MANNOR MOURNE
What be the children of Mannor Mourne?
Mesmerizing hypnotic eyes gaze
Creatures that thrive on blood for false life
Naught but hunters stalking prey
Where be the cots which in they do sleep?
Dank decayed with scent of blood
Tombs decrepit dark desecrated places
Where mortals do fear to tread
What do they dream from daybreak to sun fall?
Of coming forth to ravage and feast
Corrupted innocents, souls to darkness lost
Blood hunger turns babes into beasts
Where forth shall their true rest come from,
ending curse'ed eternal half life?
Release shall come from my own hand.
Death's a mercy for children of the night
Mesmerizing hypnotic eyes gaze
Creatures that thrive on blood for false life
Naught but hunters stalking prey
Where be the cots which in they do sleep?
Dank decayed with scent of blood
Tombs decrepit dark desecrated places
Where mortals do fear to tread
What do they dream from daybreak to sun fall?
Of coming forth to ravage and feast
Corrupted innocents, souls to darkness lost
Blood hunger turns babes into beasts
Where forth shall their true rest come from,
ending curse'ed eternal half life?
Release shall come from my own hand.
Death's a mercy for children of the night
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Another Song/poem from the Quill of My Fantasy Bard Allwyn Marcher.This one needs a little explanation.
Mannor Mourne is an ancient castle Perched high in the Spires, (A range of mountains), It was Once a happy place , The lord and Lady of Mourne were Kind generous folk. Defenders of that is right and wholesome the enemy of all that is evil, They even opened up their castle to the Orphans of the Isle Of Arelith,
They fell to a Daemonic curse and all in the castle became vampires, even the children.
This Song/Poem was written by Allwyn after he joined a group who went there to cleanse the castle of it's evil. Quite a few of the party he went with Fell prey to the Child Vampires Because they stayed their hands in killing them.
With this song/Poem Allwyn hoped that any others who went there would see that putting and end to the Vampire Children would in the end be a blessing to to them , for in final death they would be free of the terrible curse
It's not all taverns and love songs for a Fantasy Bard
I Will Remember
I’ll always remember nothing else but eyes of yours,
I’ll always believe in the candor of these true blue tears,
When you forget me, my love, and sail away at crack of dawn,
Leaving behind only a bunch of withered flowers.
I’ll always remember nothing else but voice of yours,
Like a forest creek it will comfort and fondle my heart,
When taking shelter from the rain under a time-worn parasol
I’ll be a lonely soul left face to face with fall.
I’ll always remember nothing else but words of yours,
How many words with yellowed leaves
with winds have raced off,
When you forgot me, my love, and sailed away at crack of dawn,
As ships cast off the lines and part the ways with docks.
And when you tell me good-bye,
I will see the lost paradise,
I will hear there birds taking flight.
I will take canvas, I will take paints,
I will pour wine and toast I will say,
And from faded pages I’ll brush off the dust.
I will remember,
I will remember,
I will remember
Always...
I’ll always believe in the candor of these true blue tears,
When you forget me, my love, and sail away at crack of dawn,
Leaving behind only a bunch of withered flowers.
I’ll always remember nothing else but voice of yours,
Like a forest creek it will comfort and fondle my heart,
When taking shelter from the rain under a time-worn parasol
I’ll be a lonely soul left face to face with fall.
I’ll always remember nothing else but words of yours,
How many words with yellowed leaves
with winds have raced off,
When you forgot me, my love, and sailed away at crack of dawn,
As ships cast off the lines and part the ways with docks.
And when you tell me good-bye,
I will see the lost paradise,
I will hear there birds taking flight.
I will take canvas, I will take paints,
I will pour wine and toast I will say,
And from faded pages I’ll brush off the dust.
I will remember,
I will remember,
I will remember
Always...
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
I have always liked this song since times immemorial, so decided to translate the lyrics and share them with you.
online today!Somewhere in Paradise
On this lonely island out to sea
This love is an ocean wider
Then waits for me waits for me
And here I am I’m flying over you
Oh, my dear love so hungered
So many years away and forgotten
And how slowly time goes by
And time can mean so much
Where were you when I needed
To take a break and open my arms
When the lonely rivers sighed
Then waits for me waits for me
Only waiting for your touch
When I felt so numb for so long
What waits for me waits over the sea
So far away we can both agree
This love is an ocean wider
Then waits for me waits for me
And here I am I’m flying over you
Oh, my dear love so hungered
So many years away and forgotten
And how slowly time goes by
And time can mean so much
Where were you when I needed
To take a break and open my arms
When the lonely rivers sighed
Then waits for me waits for me
Only waiting for your touch
When I felt so numb for so long
What waits for me waits over the sea
So far away we can both agree
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Don't look back....don't you wait.....don't you wait......
Neighbors (part 1)
Once, everything finally set into place,
All got scattered out- deep into space,
Aliens, they're always watching me,
They hang with my neighbor,
From across the street,--
Strange lights and sounds,
As if making they're plans,
Speaking some language,
No one here could understand,--
So, I set up my perimeter,
Tripwire and landmines,
But, like angels from above,
Lights fell from the sky,--
(chorus): Is this real or in my head?,
What in the Hell is this?,---
Well, out came my neighbor,
Just as no surprise,
With a spacesuit on,
And a glaze in his eyes,--
"Why don't you come take a trip with me?"
"Good accommodations and upper class hospitality,"--
Imagine different places and different worlds,
But just like from Sling Blade,
He sounded like Carl!,--
"ah hmm, You shouldn't be singing songs like that,
you gonna scare these boys and girls! hmm,
Why don't yaw kids come on with me,
We'll go get some of them there French fried taters, ah hmm,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?,
Who in the Hell is this?,---
I took a few steps back,
And then I cocked my gun,
But, then came the military,
And the Air Force One,--
What I saw,
Please allow me to explain,
That Biden and the aliens,
Knew each other by name,--
Pissed off and hurt,
Well, my neighbor he walked on home,
His 15 minutes of fame,
That day is now long been gone,--
But, I still see him around,
Once in a while,
Staring towards space,
Wearing a smile!,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?
Where in the Hell is this?---
{{ The music fades as a Coocoo bird chirps louder; then,
different sounds of birds over sound into Neighbors
(part 2) Only The Birds Understand. }}
All got scattered out- deep into space,
Aliens, they're always watching me,
They hang with my neighbor,
From across the street,--
Strange lights and sounds,
As if making they're plans,
Speaking some language,
No one here could understand,--
So, I set up my perimeter,
Tripwire and landmines,
But, like angels from above,
Lights fell from the sky,--
(chorus): Is this real or in my head?,
What in the Hell is this?,---
Well, out came my neighbor,
Just as no surprise,
With a spacesuit on,
And a glaze in his eyes,--
"Why don't you come take a trip with me?"
"Good accommodations and upper class hospitality,"--
Imagine different places and different worlds,
But just like from Sling Blade,
He sounded like Carl!,--
"ah hmm, You shouldn't be singing songs like that,
you gonna scare these boys and girls! hmm,
Why don't yaw kids come on with me,
We'll go get some of them there French fried taters, ah hmm,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?,
Who in the Hell is this?,---
I took a few steps back,
And then I cocked my gun,
But, then came the military,
And the Air Force One,--
What I saw,
Please allow me to explain,
That Biden and the aliens,
Knew each other by name,--
Pissed off and hurt,
Well, my neighbor he walked on home,
His 15 minutes of fame,
That day is now long been gone,--
But, I still see him around,
Once in a while,
Staring towards space,
Wearing a smile!,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?
Where in the Hell is this?---
{{ The music fades as a Coocoo bird chirps louder; then,
different sounds of birds over sound into Neighbors
(part 2) Only The Birds Understand. }}
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
This song (poem) I wrote 1-18-11 should be easy to understand. It's about my neighbor and politics at that time and place; but, a few changes in my writing to fit into today. I once had a neighbor who claimed he was abducted by aliens and the way he spoke sounded actually just like Carl from Sling Blade. At that time Obama was president. This song is comedy.
Anna loves her Jesus
She walks on air
eyes without despair
in her smile i know
there her heart goes
She's full of light
a shining delight
within her
lives the words...
Of her Jesus
Christ stuck in delusion
i know not love...
like she does
Oh Anna
loves her Jesus
Oh Anna
loves her Jesus!
She flew up north
Fell in love of course
Married another man
What was God thinking?!
eyes without despair
in her smile i know
there her heart goes
She's full of light
a shining delight
within her
lives the words...
Of her Jesus
Christ stuck in delusion
i know not love...
like she does
Oh Anna
loves her Jesus
Oh Anna
loves her Jesus!
She flew up north
Fell in love of course
Married another man
What was God thinking?!
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
Another one of my unfinished songs re a born again Christian I knew in college.THE PRAYER: I found myself hiding in my dorm room in Pentagon Dorm. After seven years trying to fix myself since high school and running from people out of fear. I thought OMG I'm never ever going to be better! How can i endure this? Will i be living with social phobia when im 60!! Even at this point no prayer was said yet not until i thought OMG being at college is supposed to be the happiest time of my life. I THEN CRACKED! It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Spontaneously i sent out a pure heartfelt honest sincere desperate cry for help. I TRIED I CAN'T DO IT BY MYSELF, LORD I NEED HELP. I wish i had journaled what happened in that moment bc i don't remember exactly, which is a bummer, but the next day seemingly out of the blue i decided to thank God for anything positive that might happen during the day even if it was just smile from someone. the cool thing was i actually felt gratitude as positive things began to pile up. I figure on some level i must of turned it over to God. Since He is now running the show or why would i the next day be thanking him for any positive experiences. Why didnt i do it yesterday or a week before. What im saying is something happened out of that prayer either I dont remember or something below my consciousness. This next thing is hard to communicate but I deducted if i did remember what happened in that instance after THE PRAYER i would be propelled back into that sacred holy space.(which is rare for me and out of my control). Just a theory I would be reliving it not just remembering it. Anyway in a month i was completely transformed and having a blast! During this time i felt a strong desire to make up for lost time. And not fall victim to that Mr Grinch part of me that was so afraid of what people might think that kept me not being me and living afraid in a cage called: What will people think! If there was a devil this would be the perfect way to sabotage someone from preventing them from living out their potential! Now though after my transformation which included waking up each morning jumping out of bed cant wait to start the day and go out into the world and be with people. Also l also had a strong need to let people know that they had inherent greatness within them. That they are not seeing their potential. Just like me before the prayer. Interesting tho this thing l was going thru was similar to what l read many years later about what Joseph Campbell talked about re all the hero's journey stories in mythology. After the hero goes thru his trails and is transformed by them he would have the option to go back into the world to help people achieve what he had achieved. l ended up doing outrageous things(a part of me wanted to make up for lost opportunities)BTW it was at this time i started Anna’s Song. Years later looking back I realized it was the happiest time of my life!
online today!GIFTS FROM NATURE....
Tiny birds eggs, speckled-opaque
Australian opals, natural gems make
Golden honey to sticky toffee, glows
Gum-topaz, as sun worshippers know
Beauty unique, nature develops-grows
Like glistening white, flakes of snow
Ice, diamonds and crystal shine
Gold-rosy hues, the sunset signs
Some see beauty, in thunder skies
Shaking heavens, as a giants sighs
Followed by rainbows, giver of hope
Natural ways, that help us cope
Some like peaceful country scenes
Others seek ocean, supreme and serene
Or head for bright lights, city sounds
Searching their peace, wherever found
Experience from life, pleases their soul
Seeking within, to make themselves whole
No real rules, can make that special day
You find your path, to find your own way......
Australian opals, natural gems make
Golden honey to sticky toffee, glows
Gum-topaz, as sun worshippers know
Beauty unique, nature develops-grows
Like glistening white, flakes of snow
Ice, diamonds and crystal shine
Gold-rosy hues, the sunset signs
Some see beauty, in thunder skies
Shaking heavens, as a giants sighs
Followed by rainbows, giver of hope
Natural ways, that help us cope
Some like peaceful country scenes
Others seek ocean, supreme and serene
Or head for bright lights, city sounds
Searching their peace, wherever found
Experience from life, pleases their soul
Seeking within, to make themselves whole
No real rules, can make that special day
You find your path, to find your own way......
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Some say it's...finding themselves.....and accepting it.....online today!CHANGING SKY.....
Naked winter tree, backdrop of fire
Sunset so beautiful, never will tire
Watching a red glow, rapidly change
Twilights often similar, never the same
Before darkness, as a full golden sun
Haunting evening sky, before it runs
Into the darkness, leaving vacant sky
Silence over-whelms, until stars on high
Add changes rapidly, from molten to black
Nature's beauty, man-made scene lacks
Silent silvery moon, will dazzle eyes
As change-over completed, smile-sigh.....
Night may settles, until a waking dawn
Until dew glistens, on foliage and lawns
Reminder: nature can never stands still
Progression continues, moments to fill....
Rarely do we stop, wonders to behold
Accepting nature, so subtle and yet bold
Taken for granted, yet we understand
Disappearance possible, by human hand.....
Time for humans, to consider what follows
World deserves better, not empty- hollow
Abusive treatment, must leave its mark
Nature struggles, earth shakes, floods-fire-dark......
Sunset so beautiful, never will tire
Watching a red glow, rapidly change
Twilights often similar, never the same
Before darkness, as a full golden sun
Haunting evening sky, before it runs
Into the darkness, leaving vacant sky
Silence over-whelms, until stars on high
Add changes rapidly, from molten to black
Nature's beauty, man-made scene lacks
Silent silvery moon, will dazzle eyes
As change-over completed, smile-sigh.....
Night may settles, until a waking dawn
Until dew glistens, on foliage and lawns
Reminder: nature can never stands still
Progression continues, moments to fill....
Rarely do we stop, wonders to behold
Accepting nature, so subtle and yet bold
Taken for granted, yet we understand
Disappearance possible, by human hand.....
Time for humans, to consider what follows
World deserves better, not empty- hollow
Abusive treatment, must leave its mark
Nature struggles, earth shakes, floods-fire-dark......
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Posted: Oct 2019
About this poem:
Beauty of changing colours....mesmerize and haunt.....and so often taken for granted......until they are past...never to be seen againPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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