Brandy
By Sonnet Diva*Listening to Looking Glass's song brandy, this is what came out
So lovely lady don’t get hooked on me
For out on the Sea I find that I am free
I can not stay I return to the Sea
Sailor’s life my responsibility
The Sea and waves beckon me I do find
Sorry that I’m not the marrying kind
I do care for you, but love the Sea more
Can’t stand the pain as your eyes do implore
I’ve told you the truth to you I can’t lie
It won’t be long before I say good by
Accept what I offer take what you need
I’ll return to the Sea that’s guaranteed
Always I’ll hold you in highest regard
Accept this is truth I know that it’s hard
Her options laid out she has to review
But she still loves this man that much is true
Sonnet Diva all rights reserved
Oil changes, 80s music and love
By Gradywent to get my oil changed
by a cover band guitarist
at that saggy old blue garage
on Winslow
wanted to get some pointers
on the bebop half diminished scale
but he was trying to invite
a shapely brunette with a flat tire
to his Culture Club tribute
show at the Ugly Mug tonight
should've mentioned
his damsel in distress
had a fairly obvious Adam's apple
but I hate to step on a good
punch line
I escaped quickly
I didn’t want to be the next
to tell him I wasn’t interested
in revisiting the 1980s
for any reason
as I drove home
I noticed a flock of love bugs
having an airborne orgy
at a stoplight
when I took off
about a thousand winged lovers
splattered on my windshield
at least they died happy,
I thought
when I got back home
I was going to have a few cold beers
smoke a couple bowls of the Dro
and listen to my Whale Sounds CD
while killing pedestrians
on Grand Theft Auto
but my wife had drafted a different
version of a productive
Saturday afternoon
so, I’m riding my lawnmower
like Speed Racer
and begging my thoughts
to remain indoors
I figure that if I let my opinion
break through my lips
I’ll probably end up at the Mug
listening to an on tap remix
of Karma Chameleon
begging some poor drunkard
to share their germ infested couch
with a 35 year old loser
who hasn’t even mastered
the bebop half diminished scale
on his $40 yard sale guitar
happily boring
beats broke, lonely and uncool
no matter what equation
you use
God, I love that woman
almost as much as I hate
the sound of homelessness
The Poet in Me (Prose)
By Jason AndersonThe Poet in Me
He is an artisan who carefully crafts his masterpieces with the ink which pours from the pores of his flesh. Baring his soul into each of his works of art, he captivates the hearts of the readers who wants to be touched by his scribes. The pen is his brush which he brushes his painting of words against the papyrus which becomes his canvas, resulting in a poetic masterpiece written from his heart.
I guess that is just the poet in me.
He is a composer of lyrics that enchant the ears of those who yearn to hear the music of love like that created with the keys of a piano. To conduct his symphony of beautiful words, he uses his pen like a baton in an intricate motion, orchestrating a chorus of deeply emotional melodies which grabs at the heart strings of the audience.
I guess that is just the poet in me.
He is an
admirer of the gift which he has been blessed with by his father
who lives in the ocean blue sky above in Heaven. For years he
kept his emotions locked in the cage of his heart, refusing to
let his voice be heard by the ears of his family and friends. One
day, he took his pen in his hand and began writing down his first
piece of written art which would ignite the flame of passion’s
candle which he would hold in the embrace of his soul for
eternity.
I guess that is just the poet in me.
Written by: Jason Anderson
Popotek Dreameyes
By Paul GrimwoodPOPOTEK DREAMEYES
By Paul Grimwood
The assembly rooms were built in the Eighteenth century There are 16 stone pillars at the front of the building. It is situated just past the bridge,opposite the communial gardens.
They have tea dances there now. You might first notice the stone monument with the inscription that reads.Drink from the crisp waters. The stone bird engraved monument,houses a spring water tap. This area..the rooms,the gardens,the park,..seem nice. It is though...spooky.. in the extreme.
Those that can see ghosts and spirits,will only venture here once. Why you may ask? Because they see..too much.Time does not flow easy here.
The lady.. stops to drink the water..she wears a veil. Her skin is thin and aged beyond normal lifespans.When she turns to walk across the road,those early cars and horse drawn carriages stop as if frozen in time..along with their drivers and passengers. I could say more about the park and gardens....but it might petrify your very soul.
The Assembly rooms 1968
Popotek every friday..Psychedelic bands. We were young,life was exciting,Music was exciting. Fluid lights,Laughing,dancing. These were nights long ago.
For the most part,the boys would sit on the chairs on the left side of the room.The girls..on the right. I was shy.That one night I plucked up the courage to ask a girl to dance. She turned me down!!.Then a voice said.. "hey boy,I will dance with you ". I was over the moon!!yes!! The girl was (even for those days)dressed strange. Her clothes seemed..futuristic.Green flared jeans,embroiderd with gold birds. A gold Kaftan,with moons and stars on.Her face was painted with Blue and white combination stripes. She was very pretty..dark hair..oh but her eyes. They were like whirlpools of mystery..Just totally beautiful and very dreamlike.We danced.Then she said she had to go.I said to her " will you be here next Friday "?
She then said something strange. "Boy.. I will not be here next week.But on the other side of time..we will dance once more ,Then after we have danced we shall wait for the others,The dark Signalman,Your guardian,The Orange Jester, Yewagas,The M and... the other 35 anomalies "
"You
will understand,By then you will..know.On that future timeless
day..you and me will become as..one Ah you are about to ask my
name??..just call me..The Eyes!!haa " She left.She never turned
around.Every week I went back..she never came again. The girl who
will now be a grown woman...stays in my mind,for she had...
Popotek Dreameyes.
.
Copyright- Paul Grimwood
The Wind Song
By Linda Garcia
The trees dance to different tunes
Wonderfully soft and graceful they sway
To the slow gentle melody in the breeze
Ever so gentle back and forth, side to side
Arms outstretched to their sides in unison
Waving as they bend easily, elegantly
Left…………………………………………………………………………………………
Right……………………………………………………………………………..
Long, fluid, deliberate and lingering
Left………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Right…………………………………………………………………………….
Almost hypnotizing you as you watch
Other times dancing outrageously
their passion showing In swift motions
with a frenzy of movement
Arms flying passionately with wild abandonment
Up in the endless sky
With no awareness of anything around
Just listening and led by the sound
of the music and the song
that the wind plays and sings
the best is there is no charge
The show is for free
Ode To THe Hits Of The 80's
By FOREVER POETRYLet’s take a trip,
Back into time.
Chicago made us Look Away
In 1989.
George Michael gave us Faith
During 1988.
In 1987,
The Bangles had us feeling great.
Sometimes Love Hurts a Mirrored refrain
By Sonnet DivaSometimes Love Hurts mirrored refrain
Sometimes the memories take me back
The pain lingers just off the cuff
A shattered heart that is not whole
Sometimes love just isn’t enough
I never know when they’ll attack
Into abyss I’ve lost control
Sometimes love just isn’t enough
A shattered heart that is not whole
So often you are on my mind
Those feelings that I do rebuff
A shattered heart that is not whole
Sometimes love just isn’t enough
Sometimes in love we just are blind
My innocence is what you stole
Sometimes love just isn’t enough
A shattered heart that is not whole
Pausing At The Beach
By Sonnet Diva
Musicality I have Nothing If I don't Have You
By Sonnet Diva
Never have I felt such rapture
It feels as if the world stood still
Passionate love he did capture
Enter the Fantasy sublime
The promise of Eternal bliss
A Fantasy lover part time
A passionate kiss not to miss
Of him I’ll never get my fill
Fulfilling all my desires
It feels as if the world stood still
The promise of Eternal bliss
Passions arise as world’s collide
A passionate kiss not to miss
Enraptured love that won’t subside
Passion rises ignite the fires
No longer do I have to hide
Fulfilling all my desires
Passions arise as world’s collide
The blending of the Earth and Sea
Enraptured love that won’t subside
Tied together in Harmony
The tender feelings deep inside
He clears up any mystery
No longer do I have to hide
The blending of the Earth and Sea
A Fantasy lover part time
Tied together in Harmony
Enter the Fantasy sublime
Yet by his side I need to be
Swirling passions that keep me warm
He clears up any mystery
He is my harbor in the storm
Swirling passions that keep me warm
Never have I felt such rapture
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