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Dusk
Evening sky—
Stained glass—
Like a pale dream—
Poetry waltzes
On wings as
Ballet dancers—
Sky opened to me
Like a body of a woman—
My thoughts are
Veiled with the
Colors of the sky—
I dream of Bali—
I dream of her love—
Want to be nourished—
Clouds part as a guitar—
There now, a fierce
Dragon is spitting fire—
The sky a song of music
To me now.
Stained glass—
Like a pale dream—
Poetry waltzes
On wings as
Ballet dancers—
Sky opened to me
Like a body of a woman—
My thoughts are
Veiled with the
Colors of the sky—
I dream of Bali—
I dream of her love—
Want to be nourished—
Clouds part as a guitar—
There now, a fierce
Dragon is spitting fire—
The sky a song of music
To me now.
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
It's a picturesque description of dusk.
SINGLE
SINGLE…
Single to hold single to write
single to live ,single to type
single to eat to sleep to bear
to wake up alone with whom to share?
Single to breath single to scare
single to carry,single to bed
And single moment of despair
has single echo in the air..
And how to write how to sing
a single melody of me? if single life
does persists?and single people go to sleep?
And you and me we often dream to live
beyond that single been...
Single to hold single to write
single to live ,single to type
single to eat to sleep to bear
to wake up alone with whom to share?
Single to breath single to scare
single to carry,single to bed
And single moment of despair
has single echo in the air..
And how to write how to sing
a single melody of me? if single life
does persists?and single people go to sleep?
And you and me we often dream to live
beyond that single been...
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Posted: Oct 2017
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Ghosts
I remember my sister having to move out
Of that farm house, it filled her with doubt
Seems an old man had died there after living there most of his life
He wanted the house to himself, he didn't even have a wife
What a lonely ghost he must be
But some prefer solitude to fill them with glee
So he would watch her when she would dream
He scared her away wanting to make her scream
Then there's the ghosts at the manufacturing place where my friend works
The building dates back the late 1800's
Seems they died at work making bowling alley parts
When that press came down on him it sure did smart!
So now and then they'll turn off a light or turn on a radio
Even make my friend wonder where did my bicycle go?
These ghost like to play pranks,but it's solitude they seek
They're tired of all the workers and my friend the geek
But soon next year the building will be torn down
Where will they haunt then, what aisles will they go down?
When it come to witches, warlocks, and ghosts
It's ghost I love the most!
Of that farm house, it filled her with doubt
Seems an old man had died there after living there most of his life
He wanted the house to himself, he didn't even have a wife
What a lonely ghost he must be
But some prefer solitude to fill them with glee
So he would watch her when she would dream
He scared her away wanting to make her scream
Then there's the ghosts at the manufacturing place where my friend works
The building dates back the late 1800's
Seems they died at work making bowling alley parts
When that press came down on him it sure did smart!
So now and then they'll turn off a light or turn on a radio
Even make my friend wonder where did my bicycle go?
These ghost like to play pranks,but it's solitude they seek
They're tired of all the workers and my friend the geek
But soon next year the building will be torn down
Where will they haunt then, what aisles will they go down?
When it come to witches, warlocks, and ghosts
It's ghost I love the most!
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
Getting ready for Halloween with some ghost stories I've heard among my friends and family.
THE SECOND THOUGHT
What is more boring than dying?
It’s a terrible waste of time:
lying there twiddling my eyebrows
or dreaming up words that might rhyme.
Why don’t I chant a ‘te deum’
or swear repenting remorse
or scream for succour or sanctum
or plead for a stay of sentence?
Perhaps the postman’s at the door
or my dead wife came back again
or once more it’s the brink of war
or women have turned into men.
It’s a BORE. I don’t even care
if I’ve seen my very last dawn!
WAIT: a decisive idea !!!
I'll get up and yawn my head off!
It’s a terrible waste of time:
lying there twiddling my eyebrows
or dreaming up words that might rhyme.
Why don’t I chant a ‘te deum’
or swear repenting remorse
or scream for succour or sanctum
or plead for a stay of sentence?
Perhaps the postman’s at the door
or my dead wife came back again
or once more it’s the brink of war
or women have turned into men.
It’s a BORE. I don’t even care
if I’ve seen my very last dawn!
WAIT: a decisive idea !!!
I'll get up and yawn my head off!
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Posted: Jan 2022
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Candy Cruiser
'69 Camaro
I'm working the block
candy cruiser
Glock under lock
these streets is hard
oil and cement
you gonna cross me
dog you better repent
red-haired and heels
she doing my deals
one tight b*tch
loyalty appeals
gonna branch out
get another city down
plan to franchise
I ain't no local clown
still I'm tiring of the game
tiring of the hate
500 G in the bank
to that I can relate
need a penthouse in the country
need some mountain air
the champagne sipping redhead
won't wait another year
I'm working the block
candy cruiser
Glock under lock
these streets is hard
oil and cement
you gonna cross me
dog you better repent
red-haired and heels
she doing my deals
one tight b*tch
loyalty appeals
gonna branch out
get another city down
plan to franchise
I ain't no local clown
still I'm tiring of the game
tiring of the hate
500 G in the bank
to that I can relate
need a penthouse in the country
need some mountain air
the champagne sipping redhead
won't wait another year
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Posted: May 2021
About this poem:
having fun writing some rap lyricsAnna 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!
Christmas Shopping in November
I have always done my Christmas shopping early
Some may say I'm kinda squirrely
They love to shop on Thanksgiving and Black Friday
I say no way!
Get all that materialism out of the way early
So you can avoid a bunch of bargain hunter who behave too surely
I went yesterday on November first
To avoid all those people who behave the worst
Thanksgiving should be a day off for all
Not another reason to go to the mall
Some people never get a day off
Working seasonal jobs even if they have to cough
To give presents to some relatives they see only once a year
Getting together with people, if they weren't related, they'd steer clear
So now that I'm done with all the present buying
I can focus on things that won't leave me crying
Like Christmas movies and shows like Alf's Turkey In The Straw
About Alf befriending a homeless man who steers clear of the law
Or good food like turkey and pumpkin pie
And Peppermint Patty chewing out Charlie Brown
While he stand there with a sigh
It's more fun when we're not trying to save a buck
And if we do it right, we'll be in luck
For a Thanksgiving and Christmas that will be filled with joy
I hope yours is also one where you can say "Oh Boy!"
May all your holidays be shiny and bright
So we can all have a silent night
Some may say I'm kinda squirrely
They love to shop on Thanksgiving and Black Friday
I say no way!
Get all that materialism out of the way early
So you can avoid a bunch of bargain hunter who behave too surely
I went yesterday on November first
To avoid all those people who behave the worst
Thanksgiving should be a day off for all
Not another reason to go to the mall
Some people never get a day off
Working seasonal jobs even if they have to cough
To give presents to some relatives they see only once a year
Getting together with people, if they weren't related, they'd steer clear
So now that I'm done with all the present buying
I can focus on things that won't leave me crying
Like Christmas movies and shows like Alf's Turkey In The Straw
About Alf befriending a homeless man who steers clear of the law
Or good food like turkey and pumpkin pie
And Peppermint Patty chewing out Charlie Brown
While he stand there with a sigh
It's more fun when we're not trying to save a buck
And if we do it right, we'll be in luck
For a Thanksgiving and Christmas that will be filled with joy
I hope yours is also one where you can say "Oh Boy!"
May all your holidays be shiny and bright
So we can all have a silent night
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
Already watching Thanksgiving and Christmas movies. I started off with Charlie Brown's Thanksgving and also watched the best of Saturday Night Live's Best Thanksgiving sketches.
Deep in the Mines ( Dwarven Drinking Song)
Deep in the mines where the ale flows free
Our tankards raised, let the revelry be
Dwarven drinking songs and cheers all round
For we're the finest miners in the underground
Our work is rough, but our spirits high
For we're the ore extractors 'til we die
With pick-axes and hammers at our side
We'll drink to our health and mining pride
The sweat on our brows, a badge of honor
As we celebrate our toil, our highness we garner
The caverns ring with the dwarven sound
As we sing and toast our stouts all 'round
So raise your tankards and sing along
To the mining life, our drinking song
For deep in the mines where the ale flows free
We'll raise our voices in grand jubilee.
Our tankards raised, let the revelry be
Dwarven drinking songs and cheers all round
For we're the finest miners in the underground
Our work is rough, but our spirits high
For we're the ore extractors 'til we die
With pick-axes and hammers at our side
We'll drink to our health and mining pride
The sweat on our brows, a badge of honor
As we celebrate our toil, our highness we garner
The caverns ring with the dwarven sound
As we sing and toast our stouts all 'round
So raise your tankards and sing along
To the mining life, our drinking song
For deep in the mines where the ale flows free
We'll raise our voices in grand jubilee.
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Posted: Jul 2023
Post CommentAshen Dreams
An evil man stands before me,
with eyes dark as midnight sky
A life of pain and sorrow,
soul so lost, it made me cry
But there's a glimmer of hope,
deep within his ashen dreams
A chance at his redemption,
or so to me it seems
His world cruel and heartless,
So his heart it did turn cold
But deep down I can see,
his weary soul longs to unfold
In this fleeting moment,
all his pain fades away
he embraces the light,
and let his darkness slip sway
So let us dance like fireflies,
in this ephemeral delight
And find our way back home,
in the heart of the night
For redemption is a journey,
filled with twists and turns
But with love by our side,
our spirits forever yearn
Ashen Dreams, we break the chains,
and rise up to the sky
With each step we take,
we become heroes with wings to fly.
with eyes dark as midnight sky
A life of pain and sorrow,
soul so lost, it made me cry
But there's a glimmer of hope,
deep within his ashen dreams
A chance at his redemption,
or so to me it seems
His world cruel and heartless,
So his heart it did turn cold
But deep down I can see,
his weary soul longs to unfold
In this fleeting moment,
all his pain fades away
he embraces the light,
and let his darkness slip sway
So let us dance like fireflies,
in this ephemeral delight
And find our way back home,
in the heart of the night
For redemption is a journey,
filled with twists and turns
But with love by our side,
our spirits forever yearn
Ashen Dreams, we break the chains,
and rise up to the sky
With each step we take,
we become heroes with wings to fly.
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Posted: Jul 2023
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