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  Dec 2015 Andrew Name
David Ehrgott
To the rarest of the women
That my eyes had to behold
An undercover secret
That's worth more than any gold
  
So priceless, you can't find her
(or paint colors 'round her soul)
On a black and white impression
'til she's staring back stone cold
  
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
I'll rock you back and forth 'til dawn
Just to make that tone
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
I will be your daddy
When your daddy's dead and gone
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
My arms will be your cradle
To comfort you from harm
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
Now that I've declared my love
No more to be alone
  
You're under an umbrella
And a sweater keeps you warm
But, more than any rain could fall
My tears, so filled with joy
  
I haven't any joker friends
or live beside a mall
No, all I have are eyes for you
on which they do adore
  
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
..I will rock you all night long
If you make that tone
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
No need to call the painter
When your daddy's home
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
Now that you're beside me
I will keep you safe from harm
Moan, Mona Lisa moan
Come and let me comfort you
Be inside my arms
And moan, Mona Lisa moan
Mona Lisa moan
  Dec 2015 Andrew Name
Skyy Blu
I got-you.... Through the storm and rain, heartache and pain, I got-you. Through, peace and war, loss of love-ones and more, I got-you. Through, ups-and-downs, and all of-life's crazy turn-arounds, I got-you. Through, sickness and health, poverty or wealth, I got-you. When you're happy or sad, When you're laughing or mad, I got-you. When you cry- because you're blue; over something that, someone has put you through. I got-you.... When you smile because you're free.... and you're walking in your liberty. I got-you.... Whatever comes our way, right-up to my dying day. I Got You!
  Dec 2015 Andrew Name
chimaera
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
a dew glitter, frozen dawn, the bird flies.
waving branches, a single tree, so unclear,
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
shattered threshold, rendered abyss, the skies,
blind hands, trembling flame, the river dries.
empty shell, these hands, a praying whisper...
a dew glitter, frozen dawn, the bird flies.
27.12.2015
Triolet  [poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetic-form-triolet]
The title refers to a musical *tempo*
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