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Verlecia F Sep 30
Pieces of A Wet Paper Heart (contest)(In the voice of The Great Patsy Cline)

"You want me to act like we've never kissed"
          (Pasty Cline - i fall to pieces)
but the "Sweet Dreams" of our last kiss
made me "Crazy"
then I've ever been

so, I go out
'Walkin' After Midnight"
just to chase
the feeling
of a "Faded Love" away
saying to myself
"I've Loved and Lost Again"
and will i ever love again

just
"A Church, a Courtroom, Then Goodbye"
that left your "Fingerprints" of "Heartaches"
so
"I Don't Wanta" love you anymore
but "I Love You, Honey"
"I Love You So Much It Hurts"

"I'll Sail My Ship Alone"
"Today, Tomorrow and Forever"
and it will be
"There He Goes"
walking away from me
singin' "I'm Moving Along"

and i be crying "That's My Desire"
he took my whole heart
and he was my "Walkin' Dream"

"Who Can I Count On"
to love me now
"Why Can't He Be You"

"Yes I Understand"
"Your Kinda Love"
"You're Stronger Than Me"
"You Made Me Love You (I Didn't Want to Do It)"

it so "Strange"
"She's Got You"
and i wish i was
in her "Shoes"

"Someday (You'll Want Me to Want You)"
and i may not
"Stop, Look and Listen"
but just
"Turn the Cards Slowly"
"Then You'll Know"
the difference between
"A Poor Man's Roses (Or a Rich Man's Gold)"

"Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home"
"The Heart Your Break My Be Your Own"
"Hidin' Out" "***** Tonk Merry-Go-Round"
"Hungry for Love" in all the wrong places

aka: lyricvixen
by: Verlecia f.
4-14-2022 Thursday
Write a poem for contest A line from a favorite song... - CRL 17
Big Points...
Start a poem with a line from one of your favorite songs.
Then build your poem around that line.
Example - "God only knows what I'd be without you"...from Beach Boys God Only Knows.
Keep it around 250 words, more or less.  No prewrites. No Haiku.
IMPORTANT: in the AN put the song title that you used the line from, must be there or your poem will be eliminated...
Remember to start your poem with the line from a song and build your poem from there.
Use all your poetic and musical talents to create this poem / story... Have fun, can't wait to see what you come up with... © Apr '22   coronavirus • love • pain • the-great-patsy-cline • contest • teen (allpoetry.com)
Mark Toney Sep 21
Your own terminal illness
Though you have reasons to dread
think good thoughts instead
Your own terminal illness
Though you have reasons to fear
keep your loved ones near

  Can’t sleep at home
    feeling all alone
    Thoughts do roam in
    dark places unknown
    Thoughts of no tomorrow
    fuel uncontrolled sorrow

  Overwhelming stress
    from so many tests
    Under duress
    with no success
    Lost hope of recovering
    Now death is hovering

Don’t stay discouraged
Face it with courage …

Your own terminal illness
Though you have reasons to dread
think good thoughts instead
Your own terminal illness
Though you have reasons to fear
hold your loved ones dear

  Can’t sleep at home
    feeling all alone
    Thoughts do roam in
    dark places unknown
    Thoughts of no tomorrow
    fuel uncontrolled sorrow
    Lost hope of recovering
    Now death is hovering

Face it with courage …
Your own terminal illness

  Don’t stay discouraged
  Face it with courage
    Beware of rancor
    Hope is an anchor
  (Don’t stay discouraged)
  Face it with courage
    Hope is an anchor
    Face it with courage …


© 2024 Mark Toney
Lyric poem. © 2024 Mark Toney. Inspiration for the poem came from the song "Personal Jesus," by English band Depeche Mode, written by Martin L Gore.
MetaVerse Sep 15
thou art
more fair     than a red apple
beneath the legs
      of an enormous fly

      thou art more
fragrant than
fresh     blacktop on a
hot summer's day

thou
art more free
      than a      penguin flying
a spaceship with fun bumperstickers

waken thou with me
Maryann Sep 1
Under the silvered light of a thousand moons,
Where shadows stretch like whispered truths,
We begin our dance, a waltz of souls,
Through valleys deep, where time unfolds.

Hand in hand, we cross the plains,
Of joy and sorrow, love's refrain,
Your touch, a breath upon my skin,
A promise made, a life within.

Our footsteps echo through the years,
A cadence soft, dispelling fears,
In every rise, in every fall,
We find our rhythm, we heed love's call.

Through storm and sun, through night and day,
Our hearts beat in a boundless sway,
Each twirl, a memory, rich and pure,
A bond unbroken, strong, secure.

We dance on cliffs where eagles soar,
And down in depths where oceans roar,
The world a stage beneath our feet,
In every moment, life complete.

The seasons change, the years grow old,
Yet in your arms, I never fold,
Through winter's chill or summer's blaze,
In your eyes, I find my gaze.

We spin through realms both dark and bright,
In endless circles, day and night,
And when the stars above us fade,
We'll dance in shadows, unafraid.

For love, my dear, knows no demise,
It only deepens, never dies,
A fire eternal, burning strong,
Through every dusk, through every dawn.

We'll dance on through the silent night,
Through dreams unseen, beyond all sight,
And when the world falls still and quiet,
Our hearts will keep a secret riot.

For in this dance, we find our truth,
An ageless vow, eternal youth,
No end, no start, just endless grace,
In every step, a love embraced.

And when the final curtain falls,
When silence wraps these ancient halls,
We'll dance into the great unknown,
Two shadows in a twilight zone.

Yet even then, beyond the veil,
Our love will rise, it will not pale,
For love, you see, it transcends time,
An endless waltz, a sacred rhyme.

So take my hand, we'll dance once more,
Through every sky, through every shore,
In life, in death, we'll find our way,
In love, forever, we shall stay.
Norbert Tasev Aug 27
I wonder what it will be like in the future, standing in the ring of what can be called polite handshakes believed to be respected, among the profane self-seeking attempts, groping glances, when everyone already thinks they can do whatever they want. While the inner soul sheds its rain-smelling crocodile tears and finally moves out of this earthly existence?!

After repeated compliments, the sole, insidious goal of which is the all-encompassing bed scene, the unconditional culmination of Everything. Even the golden and heroic ages - if they existed - are exalted only out of habit.

Among the raging daily grind and inhuman hunger wages, what will the miserable life of forty-year-olds, which they tried to scrape together for themselves, be like one day?! – What kind of cast will there be among the familiar faces?!

Again and again, everyone repeats the pathetic dog comedy around themselves for their own petty and hypocritical amusement. Self-important, boasting, and licking Alamus *****, he climbs the donkey ladder, jumping over the curses of successful and unsuccessful generations of donkeys.

And each of the babies stares at him, bewildered, in a barrage of brainwashed obsessions. Will the earthly metamorphosis of the vulnerable, human-smelling calvary and immortal lovers be recognisable? A cosmic comet-sphere beaming in the rose-scented holy glow of dawn, which got stuck halfway and then finally fell to earth?

Can we still find our way after so many self-inflicted, painful disappointments? In the manner of obsessed emotional frenzies, we even cling to the last straws, which we once approached with a humble heart!
Norbert Tasev Aug 26
Because sooner or later, someone always returns to the houses. No one can yet know whether it is the betrayed husband, or the bohemian lover who holds a grudge, the diva lady who tries to hide her own girlish confusion by pretending to be a superficial, hysterical canary. So many questions and answers, to which we can rarely find proper, logical answers. -

The self-destruction that is so envied by many in the intoxication of LSD or ecstasy, in the usual ******-warfare, when the manipulation is no more than a transparent and definable chess game played by two competing parties, there are wild jerks who just like that fight with stone axes , and they fight, just like their hairy-backed ancestors did a million and one millennia ago.

The gravity of the Universe sooner or later pulls everyone along and pulls them down. Because everyone is locked in a lowly cage of minimums and pitiful deadlines, so that they can languish for a lifetime between the prison walls of careers. There will be no one to take a direct interest in the life of each person!

"Just tell me, my friend? Do you still have humanity left in your heart?!" - Lét manufactures and distributes hijacked, lousy end products, as if everyone can be recycled and replaced at the same time. Curses and actions that want to curse have become a daily headache because of indifference and lack he already measured us by the kilo, like straw puppet wrecks, and that's precisely why you can't look into the depths of crooked mirrors with impunity, because he is ashamed of himself whose grotesquely distorted reflection is wolf-eyed Apocryphal codes...
I have learned the secret of contentment
Is to breathe You out and breathe You in again
There's nowhere I can go outside Your presence
Forgive me for how often I forget

If you ask the lilies or the sparrows
If they doubt who watched over them
I bet they cry out without hesitation,
"Jireh comes through time and time again."

I have learned the secret of contentment
Is to breathe You out and breathe You in again
There's nowhere I can go outside Your presence
Forgive me for how often I forget

If you as the rocks why they are singing
Or why they rumble in a mighty roar
It's in the very fabric of their being
To lead us all in worshiping the Lord

I have learned the secret of contentment
Is to breathe You out and breathe You in again
There's nowhere I can go outside Your presence
Forgive me for how often I forget

If you as they mountains why they're moving
Why seas are calm and storm winds cease to blow
You need not look for greater, grander reason
Thank simply that their Maker told them so

I have learned the secret of contentment
Is to breathe You out and breathe You in again
There's nowhere I can go outside Your presence
Forgive me for how often I forget
How often I forget.
|b.g.s|
A folksy worships song.
Mark Toney Sep 2023
(Intro)
From her I get …

From her I get …

(Vs 1)
She validates my existence
Leaves me always wanting more
I just love her sweet persistence
Yes, she’s the one that I adore

From her I get …

(Chorus)
Action
Main attraction
Chain reaction
Satisfaction

From her I get …
Rainbows
Anything goes
All tomorrows
Only she knows

From her I get …
Laughter
Morning after
To the rafters
Ever after

From her I get …
Kindness
Color blindness
Love that binds us
To remind us

From her I get …

(Vs 2)
Days overwhelmed by stress and strife
My heart was hard my blood ran cold
You shared your warmth and love of life
That day we met when I struck gold

From her I get...

(Chorus)
Sunshine
Beautiful rhyme
Says she’ll be mine
All of the time

From her I get …
Romance
Rhythmic slow dance
Love at first glance
Taking a chance

From her I get …
Blessings
Effervescing
Love confessing
No distressing

From her I get …
True love
Say I do love
From up above
Fits like a glove

From her I get …

(Bridge)
If selfishness precipitates, love will evaporate
Throw caution to the wind then your life will upend
If selfishness precipitates, love will evaporate
How much better at day's end to be found kind

(Vs 3)
Knowing I’d be lost without her
Communication is the key
May God bless our love forever
Our three-fold cord eternally

From her I get …

(Chorus)
Action
Main attraction
Chain reaction
Satisfaction

From her I get …
Rainbows
Anything goes
All tomorrows
Only she knows

From her I get …
Laughter
Morning after
To the rafters
Ever after

From her I get …
Kindness
Color blindness
Love that binds us
To remind us

(Outro)
From her I get …

From her I get …

(Repeat and fade)




Mark Toney © 2023
9/2/2023 - Poetry form: Lyric
Mark Toney Aug 2023
[Verse 1]
Vikram lands so softly
Modi on the moon
India cries out victory
Modi on the moon
Pragyan rover ready
Modi on the moon
ISRO team so steady
Modi on, Modi on the moon

[Verse 2]
Russia, U.S., China
Modi on the moon
Russia, U.S., China
Modi on the moon
First to land at South Pole
Modi on the moon
Finding water one goal
Modi on, Modi on the moon

[Chorus]
Modi say
It's not just India's day
But today
Belongs to all humanity
What a way
To demonstrate technology
A-Okay
"India is on the moon"

[Verse 3]
Chadrayaan-3 successful
Modi on the moon
Rocket science stressful
Modi on the moon
We must work together
Modi on the moon
We can live forever
Modi on, Modi on the moon

[Chorus]
Modi say
It's not just India's day
But today
Belongs to all humanity
What a way
To demonstrate technology
A-Okay
"India is on the moon"

[Outro]
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up

[repeat and fade]



Mark Toney © 2023
8/25/2023 - Poetry form: Lyric - India's landing on the moon is pretty cool. My "Modi on the Moon" lyrics were inspired by the music from "Walking on the Moon" a reggae song written by Gordon Sumner a/k/a Sting, and played by the British rock band the Police.
Ksjpari Aug 2023
A former lyric to celebrate some bode
A lyric to praise someone who is a goad
A lyric in praise of the West Wind - an abode
Of Autumn and frost; a lovely lyric that rowed
Many poets to the highest pinnacle mode –
Inspired me too, try my skills at a crossroad.

Poets write on ephemeral with you, O Anode!
They describe love, beauty, or music, borrowed
From Pindar or 1st century poet Horace lode.
But chose I You, Dear, stunning, serene, grim Ode.
Inspired so much that feelings and views outflowed
From my pen and compelled to pen down the load
On the paper; ideas from Wordsworth I borrowed.

A strict line or stanza is not required in ode
So free, so unrestricted, so honest to explode
Your emotions; anyone can try his carload
To stride his feelings to carve elation sowed
In heart to pen down his emotions bestowed.

Types are the Pindaric ode, the Horatian ode,
and the Irregular ode; third being most popular load.
I follow Monorhyme, and wrote an ode on an ode
To commemorate importance. Nor ignore nor strode,
Used my flair, elegance and ideas winnowed
With imagination; no notion borrowed.

The tone is serious, genuine, and reflective strode
Celebrate major events and moments load
Aeolic ode written with a calm, tranquil mode
And contemplative tone so that pacify abode
By William Wordsworth or John Keats showed
Expecting to see more elegant and serene ode.
I wrote this poem intellectually. I spent almost five days to find proper words and rhymings.
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