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Backwards

By: Carrie

G
All the things that I wanna write
C
Have been written
G
All the songs that I wanna sing
D
Have been sung,
G
All the things that I wanna say
C
Have been said before
D A Em G
All the things that I wanna do have been done.

G
I wanna fly a kite
A
At night instead of day,
C
I wanna drive a big old truck
D
The opposite way
G
I wanna laugh when I’m sad,
C
And cry when I’m happy and gay
D A
I wanna do what no one’s done
G
Any other day.

G
I wanna wear all my clothes
A
Wear em all inside out,

C
I wanna be real quiet,
D
When everybody else wants to shout
G
I wanna see the stars
C
When everybody else sees the sun
D
I want my day to end
C G
When everybody else’s has begun.

C D
Wouldn’t it be weird, wouldn’t it be funny and strange
A
If everyone thought like this,
G
Slightly deranged.

 

 

Lost Love

By: Alex Tanner

Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.

Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.

Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.

We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.

For fleeting months we tarried,
Each time we met we knew
This may be the last time
For lovers hours are few.

If I love ten thousand women
Tis you I will recall;
You gave yourself so willing,
For your passion I did fall.

On black nights as the wind howls,
As I lie in a bed so cold,
Your soft voice echoes 'cross the years
To warm my lonely soul.

                                                                                                                                         

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You Said It

You credit me more than most over here
I was abused ... thrown to the sharks ...for consumation... if not consumption of
opposing poetic parlance....

distraught minds tried their utmost to banish me ...
but Loved withstood those trying times
and never gave in..... for only a single policy ,
we ought to imbibe
just remember friend this ..

Sitting on my big ol' butt
pen in hand with wrinkled brow
feeling that I'm in a rut
I'll try to leave that furrow now
yet I have no idea how

Myriads of different forms
sonnets, Haiku, prose, free verse
too many beyond most folks' norms
( I don't want to write anything terse
or so long it makes people curse)

Mind whirling, stooped shoulders tense
hand cramping holding empty pen
too many lines, too little sense
one good idea and I'll begin
still, I come up blank again

Quince Primaveras

my daddy is strong and kind
i think he knows me more than i thought
he wants me to be happy
so he learned how to dougie
and when he did it he got in trouble
mom discovered that he COULD dance
"after all these years you bastard..."
she was annoyed but happy
because her husband could dance
finally

E R U D I T I O N

hazel fields
a cast of view
the comfort

knew you
the paper covers
the cloth attachments
titles like parchment
slips glimmer on
light like signal
towers

I feel your voice within
my ear
and my chest
and above a jetliner
cuts the angel

I know the chapters
written your consuming
the flash of your wet
brilliant eye

filled with stars and
smoke
and hidden issue
burning

I wish for more yet
you my pretti are the
only oracle

And I Love You Because a Red Bird Sings

In the morning,
the sky opens its boundaries.
Sea meets the air with its scent
and the air comes alive with fractal
patterns, breaks its own dark
sepia monotony.

The lotus was closed in the moonlight.

Tender green leaves leave
no passages to know what passed through.
There are twelve Eastern pillars of light,
shafts of sunrise
in spatial dreams of mountains
rising in the West in
Bodhidharma's footsteps. Canyons
echo with birdsong.

Golden Goa

fluorescent blue skies
blink and shut eyes
to look down,
from smile to frown
once the dirt road
with kicked up pink dust
now concrete lust
a raped paradise
blink then shut eyes
cry crystal tears
For lost are the golden years.

My River of Life

Ho ‘ river of life
I dipped my toe ,
I remember,
Bubbling
churning
urgent
swirling delight,
Bubbles in French champagne,
It tickled
it seduced
it sang me to sleep
Running down my face like a veil of rainbows,
ever lapping waves,
mesmerizing
enchanting
forever without end,
this was life.

I bathed in its pure waters
ever young and gay
The years went by and day by day
Thinking youth is surely here to stay.

Vulnerabaiku

a house of snowflakes
under a saharan sun
bespeaks sanity

Packing Prayer

Come Beloved
as a strong wind
blow
through my life
seperate
the wheat from the chaff
Help me
to love them both

the good
the bad
the everything
for it has brought me
Here
brought me
back
to You

Aid me
in letting go
of all this
stuff
these things
these strings
and attachments

So there might be room
for nothing else
but Love
among these boxes

The Superior Moment (Prose Revision)

I tend to think in past and future.
My thoughts travel beyond the realm of this moment.
The superior moment is happening now.
The next moment is still in question, the past one is lost

My energy is wasted on what has happened and what will occur,
in the omnipotent future.
I can seize the now by living, loving and experience it,
without further thoughts of what was or will be.

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