"sighin" poems - Hello Poetry

I can't play no saxophone but I can hear it played. Sometimes it's a lady sighin; sometimes it's a workin man. But when it is an orphan cryin I wish I could hold that child and play. I can't hold that child in these ***** hands of mine. I can't stop his cryin. I can hear it way down here on the sidewalks of the streets he's a child of. Why, Lord, can I hear that saxophone but never play?

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Jan 26, 2013

Jan 26, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC

paul-s-eifert

Saxophone

I can't play no saxophone but I can hear it played. Sometimes it's a lady sighin; sometimes it's a workin man. But when it is an orphan cryin I wish I could hold that child and play. I can't hold that child in these ***** hands of mine. I can't stop his cryin. I can hear it way down here on the sidewalks of the streets he's a child of. Why, Lord, can I hear that saxophone but never play?

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I'd grab a knife and let it tear through my flesh to rip out this inner strife if it wouldn't lead to my death. My soul shivers he beats on his chest in fact that's why I breathe on this ****** to try and relax. My mind is stretched to the max my head needs to detach, my soul needs to eject. Hotheaded armed with an icepick. Hacking away at this ice that my spine grips. My thoughts are confined in a space as small as my iris and I'm behind iron bars of anxiety that I constantly have to fight with. I've become a mass murderer, locked in a psychiatric ward as I **** my parts within, erasing my kin, the ink from the teardrops darkens my skin. Fallen to sin. My world in the dark. A void shaped like a heart. Yet this Tinman retaliates against the wizard of Oz! My torch an everburning question mark answers? That's the past but Life throwing hooks so I HAVE to dodge. Hits exit Pause-my-world which I create so I can spit back in the face of God! You awoke a sleeping giant, a savage beast, a lion My soul roars everytime you see me sighin I won't ignore these tidings A frozen force is rising Close to war my broken core redefines defiance. So I will stand my ground and fight go bar for bar with life. Proudly wear these battlescars you'll be astounded by my might A star upon my sky My reach is long and wide You see I'm strong you're weak and wrong I no longer hide Because I don't have a mind I am guided by the light my sight set on my rage replace my blood with hate bleed and rust and easily crush this tyrant in my cage.

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Nov 14, 2015

Nov 14, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC

SirReal

A Fight against Strife.

I'd grab a knife and let it tear through my flesh to rip out this inner strife if it wouldn't lead to my death. My soul shivers he beats on his chest in fact that's why I breathe on this ****** to try and relax. My mind is stretched to the max my head needs to detach, my soul needs to eject. Hotheaded armed with an icepick. Hacking away at this ice that my spine grips. My thoughts are confined in a space as small as my iris and I'm behind iron bars of anxiety that I constantly have to fight with. I've become a mass murderer, locked in a psychiatric ward as I **** my parts within, erasing my kin, the ink from the teardrops darkens my skin. Fallen to sin. My world in the dark. A void shaped like a heart. Yet this Tinman retaliates against the wizard of Oz! My torch an everburning question mark answers? That's the past but Life throwing hooks so I HAVE to dodge. Hits exit Pause-my-world which I create so I can spit back in the face of God! You awoke a sleeping giant, a savage beast, a lion My soul roars everytime you see me sighin I won't ignore these tidings A frozen force is rising Close to war my broken core redefines defiance. So I will stand my ground and fight go bar for bar with life. Proudly wear these battlescars you'll be astounded by my might A star upon my sky My reach is long and wide You see I'm strong you're weak and wrong I no longer hide Because I don't have a mind I am guided by the light my sight set on my rage replace my blood with hate bleed and rust and easily crush this tyrant in my cage.

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Shhhhh - Titanic was Sunk by a Bilderberg Albino rabbis, the Illuminati, Protocols of the Elders of Zion - The evidence seemed a little spotty ‘Til a radio guy had us wonderin’ and sighin’ Fluoridation by the New World Order Backed by the Trilateral Commission A scheme to open our southern border To crop circles – that’s his suspicion Area 51, the Templar Knights FEMA lurking in the Bohemian Grove Perfidious Rothschilds through menace and fright Guarding a Jewish-Viking treasure trove Poor Newfoundland is Occupied by ****** rats Who scheme in secret tunnels beneath St. John’s Brewing magic potions in Macbethian vats In Rodentian rituals from the Age of Bronze The Priory of Sion, runes, swastikas, the Vril Roswell and the Thule Society No wonder the air is darkly chill: We all live in a conspiracy!

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Jan 15, 2017

Jan 15, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

TITANIC was Sunk by a Bilderberg

Shhhhh - Titanic was Sunk by a Bilderberg Albino rabbis, the Illuminati, Protocols of the Elders of Zion - The evidence seemed a little spotty ‘Til a radio guy had us wonderin’ and sighin’ Fluoridation by the New World Order Backed by the Trilateral Commission A scheme to open our southern border To crop circles – that’s his suspicion Area 51, the Templar Knights FEMA lurking in the Bohemian Grove Perfidious Rothschilds through menace and fright Guarding a Jewish-Viking treasure trove Poor Newfoundland is Occupied by ****** rats Who scheme in secret tunnels beneath St. John’s Brewing magic potions in Macbethian vats In Rodentian rituals from the Age of Bronze The Priory of Sion, runes, swastikas, the Vril Roswell and the Thule Society No wonder the air is darkly chill: We all live in a conspiracy!

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Bar me off, Useless! Cryin' a'sighin'– over cliffs, over. She caught me a'whisperin' at the docks! Far, yea, far; And when did compersion to the western wayside go? Feeling let down. Staircase is a'goin' for a day or two! Distance between two points. Farther, father, fathoming depths. Low, now! Lower bent! –you, so far bent, did ask him so. "Chief Joseph– St. Joseph– Won't he have word with me? Nonsensical, man. Understand! If only for a day or two." Yea, some men never call. Some callers a'callin' do. Blue collared jazz blues– You saving it for the morning? Where the sea meets the land. Find him by the cowrie reef– I say that's unnecessary. Stand by me for a day or two! And them stories be so far bent, all a'tellin' them so: He fell out! What a falling out! Talked about for years to come! And hear they come 'round the bend– Lessening distance between points. I see horizon. O' horizon! Yonder horizon! And the sun all arisin' be! Huddlin'– All huddled like. Beneath the comet's tail she caught me. Found me all a'whisperin' at the docks... and I say: "Seaside, O' Seaside! Beneath them netherskies you wait. Yea, if a fool's never foolish are his thought's so foolish, see– I never felt so transfixed. Them waters got a depth to them– Therein lies weight. I talk to still paintings– none be a'talkin' back to me! Minds racing backwards. Would you listen to that still? Silence, she finds me in unnerving non-natural states. Psychosis takes a seat. They say them waters at the western wayside foam! A real, true foam! Froth and cough into your sleeve, white foam! Kiss me on the lips and tell me secrets for a day– Frenzy! Riot on! Whitewaters, subtle sexes, and a midnight matinee. I say what a night– What a comet's shone today!"

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Feb 5, 2014

Feb 5, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC

brad-lambert

Riot On

Bar me off, Useless! Cryin' a'sighin'– over cliffs, over. She caught me a'whisperin' at the docks! Far, yea, far; And when did compersion to the western wayside go? Feeling let down. Staircase is a'goin' for a day or two! Distance between two points. Farther, father, fathoming depths. Low, now! Lower bent! –you, so far bent, did ask him so. "Chief Joseph– St. Joseph– Won't he have word with me? Nonsensical, man. Understand! If only for a day or two." Yea, some men never call. Some callers a'callin' do. Blue collared jazz blues– You saving it for the morning? Where the sea meets the land. Find him by the cowrie reef– I say that's unnecessary. Stand by me for a day or two! And them stories be so far bent, all a'tellin' them so: He fell out! What a falling out! Talked about for years to come! And hear they come 'round the bend– Lessening distance between points. I see horizon. O' horizon! Yonder horizon! And the sun all arisin' be! Huddlin'– All huddled like. Beneath the comet's tail she caught me. Found me all a'whisperin' at the docks... and I say: "Seaside, O' Seaside! Beneath them netherskies you wait. Yea, if a fool's never foolish are his thought's so foolish, see– I never felt so transfixed. Them waters got a depth to them– Therein lies weight. I talk to still paintings– none be a'talkin' back to me! Minds racing backwards. Would you listen to that still? Silence, she finds me in unnerving non-natural states. Psychosis takes a seat. They say them waters at the western wayside foam! A real, true foam! Froth and cough into your sleeve, white foam! Kiss me on the lips and tell me secrets for a day– Frenzy! Riot on! Whitewaters, subtle sexes, and a midnight matinee. I say what a night– What a comet's shone today!"

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Willow weep for me Willow weep for me Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me Listen to my plea Hear me willow and weep for me Gone my lovely dreams Lovely summer dreams Gone and left me here To weep my tears along the stream Sad as I can be Hear me willow and weep for me Whisper to the wind and say that love has sinned To leave my heart a sighin' And crying alone Murmur to the night Hide its starry light So none will find me sighing Crying all alone Weeping willow tree Weep in sympathy Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me Listen to me plea Hear me willow and weep for me Willow Willow Weep for me

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Nov 17, 2014

Nov 17, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC

lucie-a-wesson

Willow Weep For Me ( A Song )

Willow weep for me Willow weep for me Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me Listen to my plea Hear me willow and weep for me Gone my lovely dreams Lovely summer dreams Gone and left me here To weep my tears along the stream Sad as I can be Hear me willow and weep for me Whisper to the wind and say that love has sinned To leave my heart a sighin' And crying alone Murmur to the night Hide its starry light So none will find me sighing Crying all alone Weeping willow tree Weep in sympathy Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me Listen to me plea Hear me willow and weep for me Willow Willow Weep for me

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**** life, I feel like death. I feel like dyin. Tired of sighin. Fed up with continuously fruitlessly tryin. Really high and im flyin. Cant stay up forever. Still though, ill never stop smokin, no never. Im too real to stay or be sober, thats how it feels. Burn my own flesh sometimes, just to feel. Into shadow shards I peel. On blistered and ****** knees I kneel. For this life is too heavy. Words are wind and we are dirt. With disaster I flirt. ********* mother nature just to watch her squirt. Boiling tsunamis and enormous hurricanes. Breathing lava veins, losses but no gains. Im starving stains, water as it floods and drains. Im pain as it pours and maims. Winter words and summer birds all call to me wonderfully. Woeful discontented rage never vented. Running in dry rivulets out of my gaping eye sockets. No skeletons in my closet, but there ARE dripping molding bones stuffed into my pockets. Lined with self loathing. My very favorite style of clothing. Ill ramble and roll right on. Rollin and ramblin. Bettin and gamblin all of my hope away. If I were you I would bet against me. Trees and tears raised me. Look, see? Ive got bark for skin and my confidence is thin. I would write more. But I would not know how, when, or where to even begin.

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Mar 19, 2012

Mar 19, 2012 at 11:12 PM UTC

josh-d-selby

Trees and Tears Raised Me / Bark For Skin

**** life, I feel like death. I feel like dyin. Tired of sighin. Fed up with continuously fruitlessly tryin. Really high and im flyin. Cant stay up forever. Still though, ill never stop smokin, no never. Im too real to stay or be sober, thats how it feels. Burn my own flesh sometimes, just to feel. Into shadow shards I peel. On blistered and ****** knees I kneel. For this life is too heavy. Words are wind and we are dirt. With disaster I flirt. ********* mother nature just to watch her squirt. Boiling tsunamis and enormous hurricanes. Breathing lava veins, losses but no gains. Im starving stains, water as it floods and drains. Im pain as it pours and maims. Winter words and summer birds all call to me wonderfully. Woeful discontented rage never vented. Running in dry rivulets out of my gaping eye sockets. No skeletons in my closet, but there ARE dripping molding bones stuffed into my pockets. Lined with self loathing. My very favorite style of clothing. Ill ramble and roll right on. Rollin and ramblin. Bettin and gamblin all of my hope away. If I were you I would bet against me. Trees and tears raised me. Look, see? Ive got bark for skin and my confidence is thin. I would write more. But I would not know how, when, or where to even begin.

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Shhhhh - Titanic was Sunk by a Bilderberg Albino rabbis, the Illuminati, Protocols of the Elders of Zion - The evidence seemed a little spotty ‘Til a radio guy had us wonderin’ and sighin’ Fluoridation by the New World Order Backed by the Trilateral Commission A scheme to open our southern border To crop circles – that’s his suspicion Area 51, the Templar Knights FEMA lurking in the Bohemian Grove Perfidious Rothschilds through menace and fright Guarding a Jewish-Viking treasure trove Poor Newfoundland is Occupied by ****** rats Who scheme in secret tunnels beneath St. John’s Brewing magic potions in Macbethian vats In Rodentian rituals from the Age of Bronze The Priory of Sion, runes, swastikas, the Vril Roswell and the Thule Society No wonder the air is darkly chill: We all live within a conspiracy.

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Shhhh - TITANIC was Sunk by a Bilderberg

Shhhhh - Titanic was Sunk by a Bilderberg Albino rabbis, the Illuminati, Protocols of the Elders of Zion - The evidence seemed a little spotty ‘Til a radio guy had us wonderin’ and sighin’ Fluoridation by the New World Order Backed by the Trilateral Commission A scheme to open our southern border To crop circles – that’s his suspicion Area 51, the Templar Knights FEMA lurking in the Bohemian Grove Perfidious Rothschilds through menace and fright Guarding a Jewish-Viking treasure trove Poor Newfoundland is Occupied by ****** rats Who scheme in secret tunnels beneath St. John’s Brewing magic potions in Macbethian vats In Rodentian rituals from the Age of Bronze The Priory of Sion, runes, swastikas, the Vril Roswell and the Thule Society No wonder the air is darkly chill: We all live within a conspiracy.

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//// • || <> ### Will YE dare to come out ? Somethin Is callin Your name • But you !! You found a lover So you Think you ' ve Escaped ?)(? Yes you found a lover so you Think you ' ve escaped ?)(? ///// Long night ( the deep Sighin Sound ) // // Baby in the Cradle dyin LITTLE ANGEL ! // But you found a lover so You're nowhere around // So who will be there when it's you who falls down ? •• Will ye DARE ? Will ye DARE ? Will ye DARE ? Will YE dare to be here On this LAST DYIN DAY ? •• Will you and your lover Lead us all down the street ?

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Apr 13, 2015

Apr 13, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

will YE dare ....... (?)

//// • || <> ### Will YE dare to come out ? Somethin Is callin Your name • But you !! You found a lover So you Think you ' ve Escaped ?)(? Yes you found a lover so you Think you ' ve escaped ?)(? ///// Long night ( the deep Sighin Sound ) // // Baby in the Cradle dyin LITTLE ANGEL ! // But you found a lover so You're nowhere around // So who will be there when it's you who falls down ? •• Will ye DARE ? Will ye DARE ? Will ye DARE ? Will YE dare to be here On this LAST DYIN DAY ? •• Will you and your lover Lead us all down the street ?

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