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will  you  hold  me,  please

wrap  your  body  around  mine

keep  me  safe  and  warm

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love  this  version  ~

“Hold Me,  Thrill Me,  Kiss Me”    She  &  Him

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originally  posted  17 February 2010
this is a poem i  first tweeted,  then posted  17 Feb. 2010,  just a few days after starting this blog.

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artwork ~   “Nude Couple Embracing”   Edward Burne-Jones
{ public domain }

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30 poems in 30 minutes {not really} #NaPoWriMo + #giveaway

 

i was unable to post a poem a day for NaPoWriMo  (National Poetry Writing Month)  so i decided to challenge myself to write 30 poems this morning to post on the final day of  National Poetry Month.  some are using prompts provided throughout the month at  napowrimo.net  which will be shown in  { } after the poem.  ( i know that’s not how it works,  but better late than never… )   i hope they’re not all terrible!  {smile}  i realize this is a long post ~ i’d be pleased if  you just read the first poem.

the chaos of  the stars

echoes in my blood

a siren’s song

leading to destruction

but,  oh,  what a  glorious sight it will be

{ write a poem about the stars }

fear feeds on itself
never
to go hungry

un…invited
but so ex…cited
at the meal  i will provide

Fear shadows me
knowing
it will eat before long

always trying to move forward
to tomorrow and beyond
grateful for the bridges
built by those who came before

{ write a poem about bridges }

birds  singing

welcoming  the  sun

happy  to  see  his  return

out of  my mind

out of  control

out of  chances

out of  time

before  you

my  world

was  a  sad  and  lonely  place

filled  with  nothing  but  grey

And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;–
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

excerpt from ‘Love’s  Philosophy’
Percy Bysshe Shelley

and the sunlight clasps the earth
like a mother holds her babe to her breast
giving warmth and comfort
bringing  joy to them both

i  lost my faith
before my virginity
or did i ever have it?
i  don’t remember
impossible to get back
if  it was ever there

maybe that’s why
there’s an emptiness
deep inside
begging to be filled
yet knowing
it never will

sing  to  me

a  sweet  lullaby

carry  me  off

to  the  land  of  dreams

i  will wake to this life
again and again and again
grateful each time i do

i  want to truly live this life
again and again and again
open to all that comes my way

i  wonder at this life
again and again and again
so much love and joy to be found

love

more  powerful

than  life  itself

{ hay(na)ku ~ three lines:  first – one word,  second – two words,  third – three words }

whispers on the wind

just beyond understanding

running after them

trying to catch the meaning

knowing

they are meant for me

oh!  joy!

life!

daffodils
tulips
iris

all lovely as can be

but

none can touch

the beauty
of  someone seen
through the eyes of  love

{ traditionally,  pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields,  but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature }

every time i look at you

i fall into love again

hop a train
don’t care to where
all the same to me

clickety clack
clickety clack

don’t look back
can’t look back
never look back

rock and sway
the night away
all my life

don’t come back
never go back
take me back
wanna go back

clickety clack
clickety clack

when the whistle
makes me lonely at night
the tracks keep me company

if the whistle
gives me a fright
the track reassures

that it’s all right
it’s all right

the rhythm
of the rails
lulls me to sleep

clickety clack
clickety clack

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
― William Wordsworth

i  have a purpose
to bring smiles or tears
without one or the other
i  have failed

…i  am a poem

{ personification ~ writing in the voice of  someone/something else }

i  cannot sleep
…i  will not
lest the ghosts
of  my sins
come to haunt me

i  know…

the sun will come up in the morning
the birds will sing in the trees they are adorning
some days rain brings rainbows
other days i’ll wonder why i even arose
true love must be given a chance
you,  love,  make my heart dance

{ write a poem that states the things you know }

air warms and sweetens

with the scent of new blossoms

sunbeams brightening the day

non,  je ne regrette rien

no,  i do not regret anything

all of  the mistakes i have made

all of  the opportunities i have missed

all of  the obstacles in my path

all

have brought me here to you

i used to think love was for fools
pain was guaranteed
no one could be trusted

you came into my life
opened my heart
i gave it to you completely

why?
because the love in your eyes
is undeniable

{ write a poem in which you explain your reasons for changing your mind about something }

darkness  deep  in  my  soul

awaiting  a  chance  to  come  forth

craving  destruction  and  chaos

time will wash it away

if  you believe that

   …..you’re a fool

you  bring me smiles
you  make me laugh
with  you i  feel safe
with  you i  know  i’m desired
you  show me things in a different light
you  draw the best of  me out of  the dark
i  gave you my trust
you  gave me  yourself
together
is a wonderful place to be

{ write a “loveless” love poem ~ without using the word love }

she wears moonbeams

and starlight in her hair

the dawn patiently waiting

until her dance is through

{ write the form known as the aubade which are morning poems about dawn and daybreak }

You can’t do that.

Why not?

Because you’re incapable.

Says you.

You can’t even come up with a mature response.

Why should I?

You can’t do that.

I  just did.

( me, talking to myself )

{ write a poem using dialogue }

‘It’s never too late to be what you might have been.’

–George Eliot

if  i wake up tomorrow

and make the decision

to do whatever it takes

 

can i  become

what i  might have been?

the me

i’d  rather be?

everything  i’ve dreamed of
everything  i’ve longed for
everything  i’ve needed

is in your eyes

boom dee ya da
boom boom

boom dee ya da
boom

sing along with me

boom dee ya da
boom boom

boom dee ya da
boom

i  promise
it’ll  leave you with a smile

boom dee ya da
boom boom

boom dee ya da
boom


“I Love the Mountains”  {boom dee ya da}   Houaida Goulli

this is my submission to ~

Poetry Pantry #250     at     Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary!

The Tuesday Platform    at   imaginary garden with real toads

thank you, Kerry!

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∙∙⋩••⌘••∙∙ imagination ∙∙••⌘••⋨∙∙ + #giveaway

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an elusive illusion

of  reality

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“Imagine”   John Lennon

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originally posted  20 February 2012

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this was prompted in part by  ~

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In Tandem #11
prompt:  the image above by  Penny Smith  aka  Jinksy   at   In Tandem
{ stunning,  Jinksy!  thank you for sharing. }

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this is my submission to ~

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Poetry Pantry #249     at     Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary!

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Cypress Tree Byōbu, Kano Eitoku, 1590

Image via Wikipedia

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i hear them whisper

calling me to join them there

at the end of life

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“All Souls Night”   Loreena McKennitt

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originally posted  12 February 2010

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artwork  ~  檜図 (Cypress Tree) attributed to Kano Eitoku
{ public domain }

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white bird spread your wings

fly away from love’s last breath

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beneath the lyrics at the bottom of  this post is the story of  how this song came about if  you are interested.


“White Bird”   It’s A Beautiful Day

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two lines taken  from the  final verse ~
originally posted  1 February 2012  { version below is revised slightly }
this song was the true inspiration  for my poem,  as in Muse was making it play over and over and over again in my head while i was trying to get more than two hours sleep….  a waste of  time on my part.  i should have just gotten up immediately.  i wrote what became the  final verse, but Muse wanted me on my laptop, writing  “back story”  as i was listening to this gorgeous song.  i must say that after reading the lyrics  {at the bottom of  this post}  i almost didn’t write anything ~ reading the lyrics as a poem….  well,  it is already perfection.  damn Muse still wouldn’t leave me alone.  please  forgive me  for my hubris.

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beginnings of  love

hot  ~  summer  ~  sunny

fever  ~  fervor  ~  burning

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one loved completely

the other used craft and wiles

…..manipulated

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unexpected storm

one wrong word      or      just mis-heard

over-re-action

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all pretense lifted

life together became

cold  ~  winter  ~  icy  ~  white

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he declared me…        HIS!

put me in a golden cage

set it next to yours

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yesterday i loved…

today i mourn…     tomorrow…

i will release you

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white bird spread your wings

fly away from love’s last breath

white bird…    please release me

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“White Bird”   It’s A Beautiful Day

lyrics~

White Bird
In a golden cage
On a winter’s day
In the rain
White Bird
In a golden cage
Alone

The leaves blow
‘Cross the long black road
To the darkened skies
In its rage
But the White Bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown.

White Bird must fly
Or she will die

White Bird
Dreams of the Aspen tree
With their dying leaves
Turning gold
But the White Bird
Just sits in her cage
Growing old.

White Bird must fly
Or she will die
White Bird must fly
Or she will die

The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds
Float by
And the Earth
Turns slow

And the young bird’s
Eyes do always glow
And she must fly
She must fly
She must fly

White Bird
In a golden cage
On a winter’s day
In the rain
White Bird
In a golden cage
Alone

White Bird must fly
Or she will die
White Bird must fly
Or she will die
White Bird must fly
Or she will die
White Bird must fly…

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the story behind the song ~

It’s a Beautiful Day was a band formed in San Francisco, California in 1967, the brainchild of violinist David LaFlamme.
LaFlamme, a former soloist with the Utah Symphony Orchestra, had previously been in the band Orkustra, and unusually, played a five-string violin. The other members were his wife Linda (keyboards), Pattie Santos (vocals), Hal Wagenet (guitar), Mitchell Holman (bass) and Val Fuentes (drums). Although they were one of the earliest and most important San Francisco bands to emerge from the Summer of Love, It’s a Beautiful Day never quite achieved the success of their contemporaries such as The Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane and Santana, with whom they had connections. It’s A Beautiful Day created a unique blend of rock, jazz, folk, classical and world beat styles during the seven years the band was officially together.

The group’s original manager, Matthew Katz, had previously worked with Jefferson Airplane and Moby Grape. The members of It’s a Beautiful Day were unaware that the other two groups were already trying to end their business relationships with Katz. During 1967 and early 1968 Katz prevented It’s a Beautiful Day from performing in San Francisco, telling them they were not ready. He booked their first public appearances at a club he controlled in Seattle, Washington formerly known as the Encore Ballroom. Katz renamed the club “San Francisco Sound”. While in Seattle the group lived in the attic of an old house owned by Katz while writing and rehearsing new songs in between club performances. Few customers came to the club during It’s a Beautiful Day’s engagement in Seattle during December 1967.

The group’s signature song “White Bird” was inspired by the experiences David and Linda LaFlamme had while living in Seattle. In an ironic twist on the band’s name, the sad song was partly inspired by Seattle’s rainy winter weather. In a later interview, David LaFlamme said:
“Where the ‘white bird’ thing came from … We were like caged birds in that attic. We had no money, no transportation, the weather was miserable. We were just barely getting by on a very small food allowance provided to us. It was quite an experience, but it was very creative in a way.”

By the time the group members returned to San Francisco they were broke and frustrated at Katz’s attempts to manipulate their career. In desperation they began playing at a few clubs without Katz’s approval. The band gradually began to gain some recognition and earn money. It’s a Beautiful Day got their first big break when offered a chance to open for Cream at the Oakland Coliseum on October 4, 1968. Around this time the group first began a long process of trying to disentangle themselves from Katz.

The band’s debut album, It’s a Beautiful Day, was produced by David LaFlamme in Los Angeles and released by Columbia Records in 1969. It featured tracks such as “White Bird”, “Hot Summer Day”, and “Time Is”. The theme from the song “Bombay Calling” was later used, at a slower tempo, by Deep Purple as the intro to “Child in Time” on its In Rock album. The vocals and violin playing of David LaFlamme plus Pattie Santos’ singing attracted attention including FM radio play, and nationally, “White Bird” bubbled under Billboard’s Hot 100 chart, peaking at #118.

By 1970 the original lineup of the band had changed somewhat; the LaFlammes had split up and Linda left the band, replaced by Fred Webb. The following album, Marrying Maiden, released in 1970, was a chart hit.

The band continued on to record Choice Quality Stuff/Anytime in 1971 and the live album Live At Carnegie Hall in 1972, touring until 1974 when they split up. In 1976, LaFlamme’s solo version of “White Bird” finally cracked the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at #89. Pattie Santos was killed in a car crash on December 14, 1989.

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