"mashup" poems
...Sky Isa Love!!!!
THAT IS ALL!!!!!!!!!
BILL WITHERS - LEAN ON ME LYRICS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v;=JR0NZqu6igg
Lean On Me (Live) From a 1973 Concert
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Wpof8s5ZTg
Love potion number 9, The Searchers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rXhXLsNJL8
White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCNvZqpa-7Q
MOTOWN MAGIC!!!!!!
Sa Sa Go Go Go
BEST OF MOTOWN....BREATHE...Sky Isa Love
I Can't Get Next To You, Psychedelic Shack (the Temptations),
Bernadette (The Four Tops),
Everyday People (Sly & The Family),
I just Called To Say I Love You (Stevie Wonder)
Ain't Too Proud To Beg (The Temptations),
Back In My Arms Again (The Supremes)
Build Me Up Buttercup (The Foundations)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--jWPzNNdN4
Best Of Motown Part 2 Video Mix of;
My Cherie Amour (Stevie Wonder),
I'm Gonna Make You Love Me (Diana Ross & The Supremes with the Temptations),
What's Going On (Marvin Gaye)
Love Child (Diana Ross & The Supremes),
Runaway Child Running Wild (The Temptations),
For Once In My Life (Stevie Wonder},
I'm Losing You (The Temptations),
What Does It Takes (Jr Walker & The All Stars),
Stop In The Name Of Love (Diana Ross & The Supremes),
Reach Out I'll Be There (Four Tops),
I Can't Help Myself (Four Tops),
Get Ready (The Temptations),
Dancing In The Street (Martha & The Vandellas)
I Hear A Symphony (Diana Ross & The Supremes).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v;=VTe06PrXwo4
Top Tracks for Earth, Wind & Fire....
Starts with;
"Fantasy" (1977)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTQJ2QiK4QU&playnext;=1&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9AIdf-oDDL0ZRzIehPw5WY6
Top Tracks for Diana Ross & the Supremes
Starts with;
Love Child!!!!
Beautiful imagery!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IluVWcNtR8&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9BkdB7ckbcLpD9AIriJX-5P
**The Power of Music & Images
Used On One Of The Most Popular
& Most Loved Ballads Of All Time, Enjoy!!!**
***Top Tracks for Chicago
Starts with;***
Hard To Say I'm Sorry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqq3tW3iACw&playnext;=1&list;=AL94UKMTqg-9ABX4lv1Ast8ZktnOYg-vpB
Okay so double triple down on this!!!!!!!!
LOVE CHILD Diana Ross & The Supremes
***~Sky Isa Love~~
What can I say my first album;***
LOVE CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gets me every time!!!!!!!
More Beautiful Imagery!!!
Afu Ra Ka ALL!!!!! (see note)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2icqNPcNS4
EARTH WIND & FIRE-WOULD YOU MIND
...Sky Isa Love
very beautiful once again!!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rInQEQ-yUc
A Motown mega-mix mashup: Motor City's biggest hits combined with classic Christmas songs, sung by your favorite Motown stars.
Includes....
"I Saw My Girl Kissing Santa Claus"
"I Jingle That Emotion"
"I Heard It From The Red Nosed Reindeer"
"Claus Get Next To You"
"Santa Was a Rollin' Stone"
"Ain't No Silent First Noel"
...as performed by....
Stevie Wonder
Michael Jackson
Smokey Robinson
The Temptations
The Supremes
The Mormon Tabernacle Choir
...and, of course, the Funk Brothers.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNvoSf2389k
THAT IS ALL!!!
LOVE ALL!!!!
Sa Sa Ra!!!!
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
I didn't know I was lost
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
I'll guide you home no matter where you are
lost in your eyes drowning in blue
you can be the sunlight & I'll be the dawn
Sometimes I get a good feeling
cause I see you for you and your beautiful scars
without you I'd be lost at sea
Do you still believe in one another?
After all this time, tell me can't you feel
I wouldn't be what I am today
So hollow in a world without you
like a river running free
I've been watching you, hurting too
one day you'll leave this world behind so live a life you will remember
for a Better day, my dreams are made of gold
Do you think about me when the crowd is gone
won't let you fade into darkness
shadows that live in your heart
why worry now
You'll be safe
hold my hand just in case
I see you behind those tired eyes
but we made a promise to never grow old
like the wind we'll be wild and free
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
Who and Where in the World is Shaunna Harper?
A young poetess here at HP, a story teller, herein a Mashup, excerpts from her writings. Do not overlook her...
You hold your breath,
stagnant, absent
in the station,
trains grumbling about leaving
and about waiting,
people passing, chattering
about nothing
they are actually thinking about;
*** cheap wine, finances,
time, romances and of course,
the weather.
You stand on the platform
between two trains,
puffing fumes and
oil from its brains.
In your throat
somewhere
you mime the sounds
of a goodbye speech,
the silent, strained
words false even in
unspoken terms,
the ever-after of remorse,
the frailty of indecision.
I am somewhere either in the woods,
walking in the enormity of your shoes,
or in the water, making feeble shapes,
hoping to find you in the blue.
Not a child, ill with misfortune.
One of a kind, she dances
to her own gypsy tune,
free, enviable, fresh
to ears and eyes, not used,
like you or me,
or abused, immune to lies.
I am heading for a shock.
I am leaving home and arriving
only God knows where,
bags empty, head full,
and the place my roots took hold
is never going to look the same.
The win is not important,
only the playing of the game,
and the rules have been rewritten.
With every step covered,
I am someone else, somewhere else,
and only the disorientation remains.
I cannot make up my mind
from my dreams.
Chasing planes from buses
to cleaner places
better places
leaner places
the brittle, broken
fingernails chewed
to fray the anxiety.
America, I’m on my way.
Bury me in your deserts,
throw me to your cities
let my future do what it will
in its own sweet time.
Give me my fury.
Keep me swinging.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
Violent delights
Have violent ends so as
They kiss they consume
The sweetest loathsome honey
Confounding the appetite.
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 12:12 PM UTC
I've scrapped the first
fifteen versions of a poem
I don't want to write or
maybe I want to write it but I'm
afraid I won't like it or
am I just afraid of what I might
say,
of what my subconscious will
convey?
Ink drying up like dried blood
while the blood in my veins
pulsates and my
head throbs as I try to decipher
how much of what has happened
to me is actually because
of me.
Is it me?
Are my experiences mine because
I made them so,
or did I happen to just
stumble into the darkness?
A sour mashup of
self-love and self-loathing,
it's like I have two minds intertwined
double-analyzing double helix
radioactive brain DNA
Am I great? Am I awful?
Am I even worthy of such extremes?
Where are all the adjectives to
describe me?
Can I write about it if
it changes daily?
Is it possible to know yourself perfectly and
also not at all?
Questions generating more
questions,
hypothesizing Eye
must seek before
I find.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
he rises with words in his unwashed mouth,
mouth, is unwashed, tongue tastes dregs, bits
of morsels of his past, some good, some bad,
some tastes of places, of women he has loved,
sweetness of sorrow, dregs of regret, and all a
jumbled, tumbled, intertwined, clinging combo
of nations, his~stories …a mashup of a mashup’s
smashup
he tries to separate them, this admixture, to better
recall, but the sacrificial fire lit, the ember-members
are too burnt, indistinguishable and can’t find the
vive entre les differences…
South of france, tahiti, the one he loved in cities,
Toronto, L.A., and Portland, and the communes
in Asia, but tries harder but it’s no longer possible
to separate the essences and the similarities same,
and a great sadness is what he recovers when runs
his tongue across the roof of his mouth, the roof of
his memory, the roots of his…being…his unbecoming
he rises to a glorious day, where he is can’t be sure,
who he is with, certainly not, the why, but he recovers
some pants and the idea of a fresh start seeps creepy in,
but by the time both legs dressed, his mind’s eye wanders
to a new sunrise and old template of temptations. . .
Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 7:30 AM UTC
My tribe is a
mingling of adjacent hues
finding harmony
complementary
My tribe is a
facet of you and me
a mashup of science and art
an education of the heart
My tribe is a
wisdom bringer
a lighthouse singer
over crimson shoals
My tribe is a
ghost dance partner
a symphonies daughter
a shield for fodder
Cause my tribe is peace
like a captainless ship
like a philosophers quip
like a
"I don't know but I'd like to get it right"
kinda trip
My tribe is yearning
curious and learning
rumbling with vulnerability
spilling over with capability
And every time we think we are there
we go a little deeper
because it isn't complicated
as my tribe is love
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
Note: I do not own these two songs, this simply a mash-up of these two songs...
Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free?
I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten
If you've ever seen a one trick pony then you've seen me
I really tried to do what you wanted
It all went wrong again
(Then you've seen me) I come and stand at every door
(Then you've seen me) I always leave with less than I had before
(Then you've seen me) bet I can make you smile when the blood it hits the floor
Tell me friend can you ask for anything more
Tell me can you ask for anything more
I made a vow, to carry you home
If you fall sick, if you pass out
In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Remind me that, once I was free,
Once I was cool, once I was me.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
i can watch the
clock on your
dashboard
turning
backwards
the hands going
the wrong direction
it's rare to find a
analogue timepiece
in a car nowadays
even rarer to find one
that goes in retrograde.
and all i can think
about is that i'm not
happy but i'm more
settled inside
isn't it sad
to be living only
in hopes of your
expiration date?
yes
yes it is.
i'm missing last winter
just a little
how safe it felt to be
your shotgun rider
with that perfect and slightly
annoying thirty minute mashup
fifteen minutes there
fifteen minutes back
anxious to leave
anxious to get home
to get into another van
one that wasn't stifled
i was your
shotgun rider
for monday afternoons
and drives to craft fairs
the ball and our own
educational funeral.
*(can we petition
to rename
graduations to
educational funerals?)*
i miss the old days
when mondays were happy
not anxious
or empty
thinking back on it
we spent too much time
in the back corner booth
of the doughnut shop chain
up on the east hill outside of town
and the coffee wasn't even good
i wish we had just gone to the
grocery store and
got some of that perfect
creamline milk you never shake.
i don't remember
the day i looked
on the label of the
jug and read the date
and it very clearly
was stamped with an
expiration of next
september
but when i tasted it
it had all gone sour
and i wondered how
painful it could be
to throw milk
out early
so i'm leaving it
in the fridge
until autumn
rolls around
just thinking
about how sad
it is to be living
with the hope of dying
but don't people do
the exact same thing?
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
I am in heart with you.
Shush, baby, shush.
Don't say it too quick, fall down too quick.
Days are all days and space is all space.
Take me,
away,
you and I,
from here.
I am in small,
p i e c e s.
I'll leave them about.
In a trail,
lead me to your heart.
You are soft
and kind
and make me beautifully uncomfortable with your honesty.
I wanna sleep in your eyes,
and stare into your arms.
You xim me up,
you turn me around.
You make me right side up.
I live in the darkness
and you make it safe.
Another year,
and you are still here.
You are not over,
and we are not over,
and we are just now begining,
with no need for an end.
You are an August baby,
and I love babies,
and you are mine, baby, mine.
I know you too well,
and it never feels like enough.
Hours will be spent.
Joyously listening to the
workings and twearkings,
the (insides) of you.
I enjoy your organs.
And hair,
and teeth,
and lips,
and that special piece inside you that fits you right into me.
Mashup.
Two people, one person.
Two hearts, and they're workin'.
I will never be done with you.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
Art is an amazing, insane thing.
It's a form of translation/transition.
Take a painter(or any artist for that matter).
He looks at a thing,
then he recovers the data that
it created in his brain,
and via the transfer of energy
(neuron impulses to muscle action
while painting) he creates a painting,
an echo of the thing he saw,
an echo of an exact moment in time
and certain arrangement of atoms.
Then we look at it, and new data
is born inside our heads, an energy recreated.
Kind of like time travelling machine.
What a flow.
Let's go even deeper now.
Imagine a writer.
He creates a story in his head,
and writes a book using letters,
that build words.
Words are an artificial creation
of men, that trigger a certain
images in our heads.
I see it kind of like
Pavlov's dog situation-
-think of a parent showing an apple
to a child, and teaching him that
this is an "apple". Kid looks at it,
repeats the word, and connects
the image, smell, facture to this
mashup of letters - "apple".
Later, when there's no apple,
but the word is present,
this child imagines an apple in his head.
Everything that's written and read
behaves like that. Words are a glimpse
of real things, encoded in our brains.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
They move, some more than others,
sisters and brothers,
more likely to be, sons and daughters,
life is a jigsaw puzzle and moving
shuffles the pieces, making choices,
do you hear your children's voices,
transient, as they echo...echo...echo,
tangled in the sounds of the streets,
caught up in the internet of deceit,
pardon them if they are all thumbs,
texting to a social circle a thousand
strong, but there is no one to lend a hand,
sometimes it is better that way,
to be nomads, where your phone is,
is where you are at and where, you'll
be, you are free and you have space.
As long as every once in a while I can reach out and touch not a virtual pad of
keys
but your face. You know who you are,
this by far is such a peace journey, if
this is what is sought,
not the bill of goods bought,
and sold to the highest bidder,
on mE-Bay, no that was not a typo,
don't get mad
be a nomad,
if it fills
a heart's desire,
a passion, after a fashion
a mashup of music and jigsaw
sized pieces of a life, fitting
well together and in one box,
lay them out on the table and
build your life, after all you have to live it.
Be a nomad, be sure.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC
I wanted to show the secretarial assistant
the mashup, parody skit of the grumpy cat snoring under a
lampshade
but resisted for the fear she might think me strange
I am very lonely
Yesterday the girl in my team replied my email
with gnawing, jagged words that tapped on my skull
about how my prep materials belong to the basement
shelves of a blank, barren attic
and how the world would be a useful place
only without me
in barbed, lofty italics
that slickly slices open my skin
Perhaps she is correct
for my social life is the bluntest thumbtack in a drawer
like a black hole ******* me into the hollowness at the pit of
my stomach
I sometimes say
"I want to change the world"
but really, if words could ****
all I want is to write poems all day
with my face a moving canvas for animated poems
like razors, stabbing into her black-widow lips
or a hero slamming his fist
handsomely into the villain's chest
as she mouths "you're no good",
once again.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
You are a disturbing mashup
Of everyone else's interests
But I'm glad
To see this compilation
Because I finally know
Why you're so dull
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC
In a sea of people I could swim...
But I'd float to you instead.
Laying on my back staring up into the clouds I saw your expression.
Like a kite suspended in flight from this ground, I am that thread.
"I'd never want once from the cherry tree",
With your sweetness on my tongue still- I cannot tell a lie-
The heated honesty of only us as ourselves sets us on fire and free.
Three days our love burned my body into fevers...
This is all of us and only of the most high above
- turning those godless into worshiping believers.
On my knees singing "when my time comes around..."
"I'll wake up without the walls around me",
And I'm not afraid because I felt you and we felt this.
It was just another work day, until I became an escapee.
He said Heaven and Hell were words to him,
And so I swore never to worry none...
"about what his hands and body done."
And now I'm singing about how I ain't scared,
With your love, my sweet, with that thread and our heat...
When my time comes around I'm prepared.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Painful misunderstandings
complicated altercations
Confused mashup
of regrets and hope
They cumulate, proliferate
who adjudicates
We all step up
For another ride
Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC
Take me to the rooftop
I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue
Tell me love is endless
Everybody says it's all okay, everybody says we're fine but
Guess someone else is what you need to make you feel alright
Know it's only human, but I never learn
You know the echos in my mind of shouts and slamming doors
And I’ve done better with goodbyes
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
Here we go!
Everybody gets high sometimes ya know?
What else can we do when we're feeling low?
Thunder feel the thunder,
Lightning and the thunder.
She said where d'ya wanna go, how much you wanna risk
I'm not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts.
I hate you I love you,
I hate that I want you.
Hey mama don't stress your mind,
We ain't coming home tonight.
Theres a hope just waiting for you in the dark,
You should know you're beautiful just the way you are.
If we go down then we go down together,
They say we can do anything they'll say that I was clever.
I've been running with the wolves,to get to you, to get to you
I've been down the darkest alleys, saw the dark side of the moon
To get to you, to get to you.
'Cause baby now we got bad blood,
You know it used to be mad love.
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do.
Are you ready for it?
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
reality collapses
into a paragon of nothing
forming memory
of boundaries like detonating corridors
about primate organization
chemical interventions
and political furors
the mind of earth
forces a mashup
of alternating currents
as the higher sends the temporal
for excursions into whatever the ****
like a dog on a leash
in another clinical metaphysics workshop
for karma farmers
we lick hell's ***
in a greasy crowd with jaundice
for our own god **** good
i cross dimensions
like an alchie with the shakes
where one reality collapses into another
making me ****** again
in a transfiguration
of canvassing beauty
towards deportment for a slow withering
like the astonished refugee
when shipped to a clumsy place
for shattered senses
with every crown
the gift of life
comes the guillotine
Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 1:00 PM UTC
We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments
and end our Friday night homework confinement.
Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée
I went to a few of those, back in the day.
No more frat parties, I once emphatically said.
I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion
but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken,
and, it’s good, I suppose, to stay in touch with the kids
Chella does this a lot, finds a hot trendy spot,
and drags me along, enthusiastically or not.
She’ll attempt, and fail, to do a Keg stand.
That’s ok, we’re not athletes, I understand.
We’re just having fun with it, hitting a beat good,
fugitives from the rough passage to adulthood
We feel like old ladies now - it's hilarious.
.
.
Mini playlist for this:
Pon de Replay by Rihanna
Little Things x Gypsy Woman (L BEATS MASHUP) by Jorja Smith
Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd
Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
More Than A Woman (SG's Paradise Edit) by Bee Gees & SG Lewis
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
what's going on in that beautiful mind?
cause all of me loves all of you
loves your curves and all your edges
I need someone to know
someone to heal
someone to have, just to know how it feels
let me show you love
I need somebody to who can love me
at my worst
no, I'm not perfect, but I hope you see my worth
cause, it's only you, nobody new
I'd climb every mountain
and swim every ocean
just to be with you
you were a thief, you stole my heart
I met you in the dark, you lit me up
we danced the night away
I knew I loved you then, but you'd never know
cause, honey, your soul could never grow old
it's evergreen
baby, your smile's forever in my mind
and memory
I'm thinking about how people
fall in love in mysterious ways
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 2:39 PM UTC
A mashup of songs sung off-key,
duels won with my finger gun.
No one to roll their eyes at me
when I dork out and shake my ***
My party of one is quite fun.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
life's but a walking shadow
a violet in the youth of primy nature
the perfume and suppliance of a minute
no more
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard
no more
forward, not permanent, sweet not lasting
it is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
Half Me iS MiSSing
I’ve decided to part with my left side
So you could say ‘l’m alright’
But I’m not
My own brain decided plaque was a great accessory
So, the flak I took, and then I shook, literally
Not in an Elvis way more, Acorn Antiques Mrs Overall way
Hunka hunka burning love became itchy, scratchy burning leg
Then my arm it did take, along with my gait
Now, they see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrolling and tryin' to catch me ridin' *****
But hey “f*ck the PIP”
Mashup of Chamillionaire and N.W.A there
Getting down with my bad self, just don’t expect me to get up
Vitamin D robbed me of thee; SLEEP
Yet come midday mid Judge Judy I’m asleep
No, no let me clarify, I’m unconscious
I did not get to see if Shamicka or Le-Toy-Ah got custody of a Pug
My brain is like candy floss on crack
It’s invented new pains for me to try
Currently experiencing, single **** cheek numbness
Never been happier owning an hitachi wand
Yet, time to start the day, I’ve still got a lot for it to get
I’m fat.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:28 PM UTC