There was a person

Sat at the garden

Sat sad and alone

Looking at the roses

It was one of roses

Moved towards him

Saying and telling him

What’s making the moon

Looking upset and sad?

All the world equals that!”

He looked at her

Saying “do you talk me”

She said ,she said”

There must be guy

Sit beside me”

He laughed and looked shame

He said “ but I”

She interrupted” you are the one

You are the moon

Of that beauty garden”

He wanted to praise

She said to him “why?

Why are you sad?

Why your matter is bad?

Who makes you grieves?

Who closes these roses?

Who tries to spread sadness?

He must be the ugly person

He” I am a singer

When I went to sing

I lost feeling and meaning

But I remember every word

The attendance hate me

They lisped by bad word

The producers hated me

They didn’t want to make me

Again as they thought I am frustrate

She said “sing!”

“What ?“ the guy answered

She repeated

He stood

Saying his song

She said “bad, bad”

You must have feeling

You must know meaning

And get it from your heart

Do as I do”

He began to sing

She do some movements

She was imitated

She said “now go and sing”

I will attend your party”

He went there

His turn came

He appeared on the stage

He remembered his failed

He remembered his gained

He remembered every undertaker

Refused to call him as a singer

He remembered how he argued

The last one to introduce him

It was the last chance

He looked at the attendance

He didn’t see her

He felt with big fear

He tried to do a verse

He couldn’t open his mouth

The attendance yelled and cursed

Till he saw her entering

She stood moving

The movements as the verses

He did the same movements

The heat of the party increased

The attendance did as he did

The attendance wanted it more

He repeated it more

He became a famous star

She brought every party

She learnt him carefully

He imitated her very neatly

Till she disappeared suddenly

He stood in the stage

Waiting to her immersion

But she didn't come finally

He couldn't do sing

He went to ask about her

He know her home

He knew she was gone

"Dead ,dead that is bad

Why does the death take every wealth?

Why does the death take the best?

And leaves who does not worth?

To be in that life

Why did you death take her?

I love her , her ,her?

I would marry her

That was after the last party

Then peace on her

Sleep in tranquility"

He went to sing again

After the undertakers argued

He stood on the stage again

He remembered her shine

He remembered her smile

He remembered her hands

How move them to argue him

He remembered her moon

How did it guide him!

How did he bright his mind

And converts his dark to light!

He couldn't sing a word

Till he saw her spirit

Entered the hall

She moved as the past

She was imitated

Till the song is finished

He fell dead

His heart was carrying

The mounts of that world

Of sad and bad think

His river of life was stopped

His air was not blew up

His eyes was closed

Only her face up

At the sky moved up
who fails in life, who lost hope ,there is always light comes every day when the sun rises
Aa Harvey Jul 7
Cry no tears for me


The famous singer walks alone,
Through half-remembered good times,
Through a library of songs
And all she can see at the end of the road,
Is a life without regrets
And a story told.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 11
A psychic connection


I have planted a seed inside your mind,
So read my thoughts from time to time.
Let me become a part of your conscience;
If we move as one through this world,
We can offer each other guidance.


We share an understanding and a way of thinking.
A poet explaining and a song writer singing.
The very best of the best;
The best we have to give.
Life is a constant test
And we must learn how to live.


Forever we are changing, evolving day to day.
In a future version of ourselves, we will know what to say.
From the babies we were, we have grown to become strong of thought.
We have passion and clarification;
We now know all that which we have been taught and so much more.


From school until now, we are constantly learning;
From baby to adult, we are advancing.
A hope is all they had, the Mom and the Dad;
Now I am simply here to give thanks.


The more we grow, the more we know.
After a time of being just a person that follows,
We are now strong enough to walk alone…
We are no longer a clone.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I used to
want to be
a singer
or someone
to bring change

now
all I want
is to become
a strawberry
sprinkled
with sugar

so once you
might find me
sweet-looking
enough
to taste
The trees they speak 2-B
blessed to be spoken for
The Gingerly lemon tea 4 -2
Four letters H-E-L-P me through
Four people Fast Wendy 4 for a
4 burger Amber circus jiggler
pulled together by time why 4:44?
The force love forever 4 leaves
on the clover reading tea leaves
At the four corners
Amber the corner of her lip
ride the
Royce Royce Lover
crash it's over-

Slenderman slumber
party
rejoice
Ember hearty
Harvest soup
Amber brighten
the party scoop

1- Hot it is (..)
2- Is it wrong
3-Wrong if not sold out to Uncle Sam
What was?
4- Was she the SOS
5- SOS sweet outburst did she belong
6- Belong and betrayed I made the song
7- Song The redesign, please help
8- Help wanted not just any sign
9- Sign was stolen and Amber rose
10- Rose so ember bright he gulped
11- Gulped left with one (.)
12- One far two stars bygones
13- Bygone the last line 13 I= phones
Help
______

deleted numbers
Now don't disappear on me
Getting the last word at the end of the sentence then carrying it to the front of the sentence this is not the name game. We are singers at a party but sly foxes like a pandora box  add your number your next
my raspy
voice is
euphoria but
revere sole
of she
that rejoice
with spontaneity
and invariably
my unrehearsed
vocal is
flutelike always
depict its
comp as
discretion with
a valet
in Wodehouse
novels indirect
A song with soul
Mel May 18
Seth always knows how i feel
Im up he got me
Im down i can go to him
Im crazy he got a song for that too
All i need is Seth Sentry he has me for life
silence a bliss
lonliness no more a curse
calm, i have become

past just a tense
memories and stories
present, i have become

turning mistakes into lessons
profound logic in emotions
hopeful i have become

fighting desires
conquering fears
warrior i have become

filled with love
a tender touch
romantic, i have become

pen & paper my friends
words my expressions
a poet i have become

breath my rhythm
heart my drums
musician, i have become

harmonic feet & melodic arms
dancer i have become
pitch high & low
singer i have become

life my canvas
days paitning and nights sketching
artist i have become

living with a purpose
Appriciting the gift of life
a human, i have become !
silence is the key to unlock life in its purest.
Aa Harvey Apr 23
The Musician


I need a singer, to sing me a song;
Anytime of the day, I will need her love.
I need her beauty, to shine as she sings;
Or I need to hear her scream in sympathy.


My eternal sunshine, you look divine,
Beneath the light that shines, to show me your smile.
My love is yours to behold, my life.
I allow you to see through me; to see inside.


To see what is real;
Like the pain I feel without you near.
I wish this heart would pick a new career;
Because it is useless at love; it’s like me - a loser.


All I ask for, is you to sing a song I choose;
A rock song, a reggae number,
An indy tune, rap, comedy or something other;
Like a poem I wrote, after having a toke.
My poetry has rhythm, so any poem could become a song…almost.


But if you find a song of mine you like;
Take it within your soul, for the rest of your life.
For I shall always write another,
For it is my hobby, my job, my love, my career.
So I pray you hear the words I speak;
For one day I could write the words for you to sing.


If you understand me,
Then be with me.
Read all my poetry and songs…
If you want to know the real me.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Abby Jo Mar 28
A green aura of envy
Apparent yet hidden simultaneously

Melodies flow and the music plays a delightful tune
Every stitch sewn by her maker was made with better wool than mine

Beyond the desired looks, their love is secure
Just one more thing to add to the list

In my arsenal you ask?
Broken poetry and unused words

Majority says nay
Minority says yay

Love around here has been suffocated
Plenty to share, none to myself

Loves taken a hiatus status
I’ve folded my hand.
Consistently dealt a 7/2

My cue to return to real life
Is when the water turns cold
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