"mcbride" poems
(Her)
staring up at the darkened sky
stars come out lighting it up so bright
who knew I'd be standing here alone
after all we had, now you're gone
you took my heart when you fled
now I'm broken and empty you left me in shreds
why did you choose to go
guess that's the answer I'll never know
(Him)
staring up at your darkened eye
scars come out cutting it up so tight
who knew I'd be standing here alone
after all went bad, now you've won
you tore me apart with words you said
now I'm broken and empty you left me for dead
why did you choose to go
guess that's the answer We'll never know
Chorus
(Duet) our love will last longer, together we're stronger
we can turn back the time and change the past
(Her) can we turn back the time
(Him) can we turn back the time
(Her) can we turn back the time
(Him) can we turn back the time
(Her) staring out at the sparkling sky
stars come out to our hearts delight
(Duet) who knew we'd be standing together
we have a love that lasts forever
(Him) you fill me up with love in my heart
your hand in mine never far apart
(Duet) that's why I chose you
love is the answer we'll always know
Chorus X2
(Her) can we turn back the time
(Him) can we turn back the time
(Her) can we turn back the time
(Him) can we turn back the time
(Duet) can we turn back the time
repeat
written by
Warner Baxter and Elizabeth McBride
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
“See herself..?”
‘Who..?’
“Herself.. there”
‘An’ about her?’
“..Cheating on himself..”
‘Sure she.. that one..’
“Fur coat.. no knickers..”
They scuttle out daily wagging their vicious tales,
Through dullness that dampens their every afternoon,
Ignored by their own; an’ threadbare reflection,
******* each spun yarn an’ sheet out to dry,
Stained with every listless memory an’ lonely evening,
Gossip-hungry, they covet the community swill,
Chomping through the random, unopposed untruths,
‘..husband slayer, heartless siren.. tis’ a mortal sin..’
They make no bones of any acquaintance of herself,
With monstrous-eyed chronicles of salacious green,
Such falsehood is kind to the envious an’ bias ears,
Which tolerate any brazen line to a choir of lewd hymns,
They harmonise each lustful lie; the prime accuser,
Conducts a murky symphony of ***** laundry aired live,
The jury silent, mocking whispered an’ ears into the wind,
As the accused sullen-faced an’ solitary suddenly appears.
Herself stands idly ignorant to the satirical sniggers,
The trial by jealously ends, they turn two faces an’ leave,
No fur, no knickers, no time to wish away the pain,
Curtains drawn, truth quartered - the washing hung
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
She remembers when she first got her wings
And how she opened up that day
she learned to sing
Then the colors came, erased the
black and white
And her whole world changed
when she realized
She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky
Nothing's ever gonna bring her down
And everywhere she goes
Everybody knows she's so glad to be alive
She's a butterfly
Like the purest light in a darkened world
So much hope inside such a lovely girl
You should see her fly, it's almost magical
It makes you wanna cry, she's so beautiful
God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
Wallace Hartley nodded
and the band played on.
The lifeboats and collapsibles
by then were launched and gone.
Futile flares lit up the sky
A chill borne of despair.
What was the last song that you played ?
A waltz? a Hymn? a prayer?
The violin I hold in my hand
was Wallace's all right.
What will be bid for this memento
of that remembered night?
Some survivors after claimed
you played a hymn of praise.
The wireless man McBride recalled
a mournful waltz was played.
You were the gift of Wallace's love
A girl who never wed.
The last memento of these Lovers
who rest now with the dead.
Now all Titanic's complement
are muted dead and gone.
Yet all survivors testified
that the band, indeed, played on.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
if you can only imagine
a white snowy owl
as big as whales
as big as a house
then
you look like
a tiny gray mouse
always
standing by your side
pretending to be
your
guardian angel
to never let
anyone harm you
sweet darling
so
you can go to sleep
and
please don't
ever be afraid again
dear Shelly McBride
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
All contemplations circle our connection,
Even the simplest conversation is testing,
Utterly speechless, at any given moment,
Perfection so brief, then silence,
Has left me broken.
For another muse I scramble,
Every minute I cannot handle,
The beauty of blossoming,
The agony of not knowing.
How you must be so blind,
To the way your grace defines me,
And to how I have fallen,
Completely.
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 11:55 AM UTC
i wrote your name
on every inch of the
third layer of my skin,
braided the threads
of your lion sweater
into my hair, painted
your breath onto every
surface i could get my
hands on.
these things are all i
have left of you.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC