Most Liked Song/Lyric Poems (408)

Occasionally…
I desire the company of a gentleman,
Someone mature and wise.
A man who knows his own worth,
But is also aware of mine.

A man who…
Doesn’t feel the need to pretend he knows it all;
He listens and reflects.
The things we’d share would bring to bear
Our mutual respect.

Kind and content, faithful and true,
These would be some of his traits.
Understanding, strong and brave too,
Would certainly suffice as good gifts.

And what about his company in places of privacy,
When there’s nobody else there but us?
Well, just as a gentleman never kisses and tells,
That’s not something a lady’d discuss.

King Doobie and his psychedelic band we call Funk,
Dig, all of them were hippies,
Except of the monk,-
Lonesome lovers and their lustful needs,
All married bourbon and their children were weed,-
Forgotten moments flow out our minds,
As we gathered in a tepee and smoked us some kind,-
The Doobie King became one of those stars (roar of the crowd),
The peyote seemed to blow him that far!,
(Wow, that's far out, man!),
Yeah, far out into space,
His eyes glowed!- He had no face!,-
The medicine man spoke of his dreams,
But, only the birds understood,
As they sing it in the trees,--

Heartfelt moments in our inner warfare scene,
Tarot cards and fine machines,-
A mental disturbance at the local lunatic house,
Between a lonely man and this hot looking nurse (ugh),-
Stranger sounds from padded walls,
But, only the birds above can hear their calls,-
Warlocks and witches,
Dressed in white,
Frolic the halls in the dead of night?!,
Could that be more frightening,
Than the Orange Sunshine?,
As the LSD stays in flight,-
The voodoo woman spoke of their dreams,
Only the birds understand,
As they sing it in the trees,--

(The sounds of birds are singing in the background diminishing as the sound of a cuckoo bird raises higher, then fades)

King Doobie and his psychedelic band we call Funk,
Dig, all of them were hippies,
Except of the monk,-
Lonesome lovers and their lustful needs,
All married bourbon and their children were weed,-
Forgotten moments flow out our minds,
As we gathered in a tepee and smoked us some kind,-
The Doobie King became one of those stars (roar of the crowd),
The peyote seemed to blow him that far!,
(Wow, that's far out, man!),
Yeah, far out into space,
His eyes glowed!- He had no face!,-
The medicine man spoke of his dreams,
But, only the birds understood,
As they sang it in the trees,--

Heartfelt moments in our inner warfare scene,
Tarot cards and fine machines,-
A mental disturbance at the local lunatic house,
Between a lonely man and this hot looking nurse (ugh),-
Stranger sounds from padded walls,
But, only the birds above can hear their calls,-
Warlocks and witches,
Dressed in white,
Frolic the halls in the dead of night?!,
Could that be more frightening,
Than the Orange Sunshine?,
As the LSD stays in flight,-
The voodoo woman spoke of their dreams,
Only the birds understand,
As they sing it in the trees,--

(The sounds of birds are singing in the background diminishing as the sound of a cuckoo bird raises higher, then fades)

King Doobie and his psychedelic band we call Funk,
Dig, all of them were hippies,
Except of the monk,-
Lonesome lovers and their lustful needs,
All married bourbon and their children were weed,-
Forgotten moments flow out our minds,
As we gathered in a tepee and smoked us some kind,-
The Doobie King became one of those stars (roar of the crowd),
The peyote seemed to blow him that far!,
(Wow, that's far out, man!),
Yeah, far out into space,
His eyes glowed!- He had no face!,-
The medicine man spoke of his dreams,
But, only the birds understood,
As they sang it in the trees,--

Heartfelt moments in our inner warfare scene,
Tarot cards and fine machines,-
A mental disturbance at the local lunatic house,
Between a lonely man and this hot looking nurse (ugh),-
Stranger sounds from padded walls,
But, only the birds above can hear their calls,-
Warlocks and witches,
Dressed in white,
Frolic the halls in the dead of night?!,
Could that be more frightening,
Than the Orange Sunshine?,
The LSD took it's flight,-
The voodoo woman spoke of their dreams,
Only the birds understand,
As they sing it in the trees,--

(The sounds of birds are singing in the background diminishing as the sound of a cuckoo bird raises higher, then fades)

I like it here,
I am no one,
Missing the spotlight, yeah,
No, not knowing it would get you burned,-
Like a spoiled child - allowed to run wild,
What have you learned?
You remember where you've been,
Time for someone else to take their turn,-

Flying about and above,
Here to there,
On an endless road,
Alone,-
Lights! Camera! Action!,
Fortune, fame, then pass out on the floor,
They revive you - then re-energize you,
Then they expect you to ask for more?,

Sometime, someday, one day,
From perhaps a dream, you awake,
Of what you once had, gained, and lost,
What would you do? - Would you do again?,-
I like it here,
I am no one,
Missing the spotlight? No,
Yeah, knowing it will get you burned,-

May the winds of change
Beneath these wings
Lift me out of this range
To a new day, my heart clings

Let the good that was once
Remain stored for centuries
But casting toxins to the furnace
To be but charred memories

Yes, the sunset is looming
Time not to be squandered
Lest to a life so dooming
And to despair, surrendered

Onward to the many forays
Peeking into the unlikely crevice
The hooplas and the hoorays
Await the ultimate prize.


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Life is a short moment
Life is a colorful bird.
We live in one world
Why is brother fighting brother.
Why are wars going on?
Why is this so bad?
We are free
Each of us has our dignity.
Our private world
Where the word hurts like a whip.
Where we fight wars every day
And the word love is gone
Where we destroy every day
and we say we are not bad
We drown out the voice of the inner self
Calling, this is our private world.

Find the content and life of your meaning
Flourish with each day at sunrise.
Enjoy the drops of morning mist
And dancing among the grass feel free.
Hear the bird singing somewhere in the branches
Grab the rainbow of colors and close it in your hands.
Forget there are bad times
And we have power within us, which anger will overcome.

Enjoy when the first rain falls
Listen to the melody of the drops
Let the wind entwine in your hair, let them dance too.

I want to find you in my journey
And take a fairy tale with you somewhere.
Open the door only known to me
Lead you into my world, the world of imagination.
I want to traverse these fairy-tale countries
Stay longer at the station - love
And to know that this is not just a dream
That you are close to me and the future with you.

In the shadowy smokey haze she stands,
mesmerized by his fingers dancing on the keys,
he feels her presence, not of this plane,
she feels his magic, playing with her soul,
too late now, destiny in motion,
she sways back and forth to his entrancing rhythm,
taking in the pounding of staggering passion,
each sound he directs, to be imprinted inside her,
their fate has started her beauty aglow,
he tunes in the universe, with her mind entangled,
making a symphony of love,
purposefully planned, from ages ago,
he sends her his music, through the air it floats,
now they are one, in the same song,
a child was born from the notes on those sheets,
their time together, lives on and on

It comes quietly
with the advent of dawn.
It scares away bad thoughts
morning by touch.
Squats in the corner
with a slight smile,
to dance in a moment
with joy of breath.
Looks longingly
into open eyes
grading emotions
giving a will to live.
And laughs sincerely
from a planned plan.
Hope stubborn
hope unknown.