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ºº i’d love to change the world ºº

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don’t know

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don’t   wanna   L O O K

don’t   wanna   S E E

don’t   wanna   K N O W

W H A T ‘ S   gonna   happen

   to   me

and  you

and  you…

and  YOU…

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ain’t   N O   BODY

 

got   N O   answers

 

i’d  love  to  say

i’ll   leave   it   all

leave   it   all

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Y O U

but who?
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what.  to.  do.


“I’d Love To Change The World”    Jetta

image ~   earth 8   from  Clipart from Clipartheaven.com
“images are free to use on personal web pages in exchange for a hyper link back to site”

this poem was directly inspired by the title and lyrics of  “I’d Love To Change The World”  by   Jetta

this is my submission to ~

Poetics ~ Under the Influence of  Music   at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem about/prompted by music

thank you,  Anthony!

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·» ·¤· · virginal moment · ·¤· «·

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wonder-filled moment

virginal  and  mysterious

gone before it’s met

impossible to breathe in

the nuances of  its meaning

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“please stay”    i whisper plaintively

“a little while…     a little while…

never again shall this come my way

untainted  and  unknown

…i wish to understand”

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time cares not,  continuing in its dance

a wisp of  my experience

an unwitting partner

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the taste of  virginity lost

all that remains upon my lips

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“You Can Leave Your Hat On”    Joe Cocker with choreography by Danyelle Eddy
{disclaimer ~ this song has nothing to do with this poem but i enjoyed the chair dance by real women}

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this poem isn’t meant to refer solely to losing one’s virginity sexually,  but to ANY activity the first time one experiences it ~ it can’t ever be the same because it will never be totally new and unexpected again.  and there isn’t enough time to truly savor the uniqueness of  that first exposure to whatever it is.

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originally posted  16 September 2012

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image above is in the public domain

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∙Ϡ∙ ∙∙ ∙ she ∙ ∙∙ ∙ϡ∙ ∙∙

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she  loves

six-inch stilettos
black leather pants
smoking imported cigarettes
Opium Parfum
and Sara

she  craves

dancing all night
riding motorcycles
getting high
champagne cocktails
and Sara

she defies

gravity
cellulite
laws of  averages
growing older
and Sara

she says fuck off  to

falling to Earth
any color except black
addiction
death
and Sara

∙ϡ∙ ∙Ϡ∙ ∙ϡ∙

∙ϡ ∙Ϡ∙ ϡ∙

∙∙ Ϡ ∙∙

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“Fuck You”   Sara Bareilles

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image ~  “oMfG”  on weheartit.com
{ fair use }

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originally posted  10 January 2013

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“Fuck You”   Sara Bareilles

lyrics ~

I see you driving ’round town
With the girl I love and I’m like,
Fuck you!

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like, Fuck you!
And fuck her too!

I said, if I was richer, I’d still be with ya
Ha, now ain’t that some shit?
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Fuck you!

Yeah, I’m sorry, I can’t afford a ferrari,
But that don’t mean I can’t get you there.
I guess she’s an xbox and I’m more atari,
But the way you play your game ain’t fair.

I pity the fool that falls in love with you
Oh shit, she’s a gold digger
Well, just thought you should know
I’ve got some news for you
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend

I see you driving ’round town
With the girl I love and I’m like,
Fuck you!

I guess the change in my pocket
Wasn’t enough
I’m like, Fuck you!
And fuck her too!

I said, if I was richer, I’d still be with ya
Ha, now ain’t that some shit?
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Fuck you!

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∙ ግ •ጇ• ∙ as the wind dances ∙ •ጇ• ዮ ∙

∙ጇ∙

•ጇ•

∙ •ጇ• ∙

as the wind dances

past my window through the trees

i  hear a song of  longing

and my thoughts return to you

∙ ግ •ጇ• ዮ ∙

ግ •ጇ• ዮ

∙ •ጇ• ∙

∙ ጇ ∙


“I  Try”   Macy Gray

artwork ~   “The Mother of  Sisera Looked Out a Window”    Albert Joseph Moore
{  public domain }

originally posted  13 February 2010  { rewritten ~ only the first two lines are the same }

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forgotten moments { guest post by Ainsley Allmark @DolphinDancer }


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Forgotten moments
Hinted by a sudden thought

Wondering where
It came from

Wondering where
They
…..Read More

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“Forgotten Moments”   Masako

my good friend,  Ainsley Allmark,  has graciously allowed me to reblog his poem  Forgotten Moments”  ~ a poem which is one of  his best in my opinion.  you can find his poetry  at his main blog   Dolphin Muse   or poetry  { and photographs } at any of  the other  ‘Dolphin’   blogs in the blogroll at the bottom of  this page.  i would like to thank Ainsley for agreeing to let me share his beautiful poem with you.

image ~   “Bindweed”    Ainsley Allmark
{ thank you for allowing the use of  your photograph,  Ainsley }

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