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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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Romance in Absentia ...

As soon as I think of you
you are there
in every sip of cold coffee
I feel your warm breath

My arms ache to hold you
soon you reach out
from flowers in my vase
whispering hello

I pick a rose stem
brushing it with my lips
it blooms with your aroma
one of its kind

I hear a knocking
from within my beating heart
surely yours saying
I'm here sweetheart

This Pack of Cigarettes Will Be My Last

“THIS pack of cigarettes will be my LAST,”
I vowed, trying not to worry about the past --
When just rolling down the window in my blue Toyota
Made me long to light up and watch my “last pack” quota
Go up in smoke. Another seven dollars,
And hours off my life. I imagine a dog collar,
But frown, since I’m also the one holding the leash.
If I was an avid painter, I think that my pastiche
Would be something like Edvard Munch’s "The Scream".
The truth is I have not one, but two dreams.

As breathing chills

As the torch of breath chills
betwixt fervour and stillness,
we seeth as time grows stale
yet, for a dark angel abide

Beacons lit at creation quiver
it's last fervour draws ichor,
O, lord of beasts spiral near
thy mane delights to a hair

Gliding darkness doubtlessly
sheathing limbs in tenebrosity,
yet the veil of twilight is worn
as devils spital gleams an heir

Alas, tomorrow will wilt away
as dew on a blades of dawn,
sheltered in the arms of grace
sorrow lastly ceases to dwell

Heartbroken

few more lives in scrambled eggs
lie dead on breakfast plates
yolk and white blended as one
delighting umpteen taste buds

broken shells of healthy eggs
bereaved of their loved ones
wonder why they're only cared
as Easter eggs once a year

Rain on my feet

Rain on my head,
Makes me think clearer;
Rain on a tin rooftop,
Music to my ear;
Thunder roaring,
ever louder, no fear;

Birds sing in the treetops,
Under dark rain clouds;
And my feet tingle wet
In the steady downpour.

The Lover Man

The sun would wait before it sun down
such elegant appearance,
is just passing by,
it will attract a lot
of eye ball
attention.
a heavy weight champion beauty queen,
My love is heavier than the armors
i am certainly sure,
i shall fight your battles
i will break down all your foes
you shall see victory
in my eyes
when i see you again

TWO THINGS GROWING TOGETHER

There are two seeds sown
That spring up in variety
Bearing its own fruits
There are corn and thorn
The symbol of good and bad
Fighting each other
Who is the victor?

Symphony Poeticity

THE BEAUTY
of poetry
such as this
is in itself a mark of symphony
melodious as it is

where even deaf can hear
through the eyes and hearts

tears wash away all our fears
when we read poetry
from our loved ones
near and dear
such as you my poet
supreme
where in the darkness of life
have you left me
serene

on a road as lonely
and
bereft,
of all life
I thought in me
still was left

sing a song of harmony
love and kisses
in between

Fairytale

Knights:
The dragon's cave is not far.
The swords are drawn
and seven horses running,
iron-clothed bodies firm.

“Because he is there
he will pay for everything
that he did and did not do.”

Knights are distressed, asking,
who will be the lucky one
to chop off the first head?
Will there be enough heads
for everyone to kill?
Then hurry, hurry up
let’s not waste any time.

On My Knees

God, you listen to my worries
And cries the capture sleep
The aches that come profoundly
And leave me somewhat meek

The time I spend
Down on my knees
Is time that stands so still
These words that stagger out my mouth
Are daggers set to kill

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