Voo's Spoken Word Poetry

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two poems as read by me......................................
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WALKING IN THE AIR

                         
        Play song while watching the snowfall!!

The Snowman film....enjoy!

                       

 

                                        SNOW BY LOREENA McKENNITT

FALLING my birthday poem,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Dec 30th..................

Falling

I fell in love the day I was born

Like Elvis said "one frosty morn"

A winter's day nigh the New Year

And cried to find myself dropped here

From clouds of Glory, to Earth I came

To earthly parents and earthly name

I came from Heaven to find a place

And all my memory of there, replaced

I grew to find myself misfit

And full of wisdom, woe and wit

Feeling never at home on this round rock

And searching ever, it never stopped

Falling in love in the abyss of a heart

Reading the end of the story before the story would start

Looking for answers in the eyes of a stranger

Trusting in fools and dealing with danger

Falling and falling and falling, I fell

Falling from Heaven and falling through Hell

Loving the unseen and hoping somehow

I've fallen forever and I'm still falling now.

©by Voo

October 18, 2004

 12:15 a.m.

GAINS AND LOSSES

Gains and Losses

In the game of life, we lose a lot

Much more than we gain

And spend half our time out of our minds

And the other, half insane.

Our columns add up in tiny measures

But the minus columns are long

We hum our tunes about the moon

And never learn the song.

We walk the streets with solemn feet

And pass people we could love

But we don't have the time, we are so blind

To needs we don't think of.

Stock markets rise, stock markets fall

And we throw our money down

And riches lose or poverty gain

We swagger like a clown.

He who dies with the most toys wins

The saying goes today

But the winner loses all the same

When he throws his friends away.

And lovers come and lovers go

And people pass from Earth

And living flows so very slow

Between the death and birth.

We poets write in dark of night

Our prose for other's hearts

We see the love that others share

And of which we have no part.

And after death our fame may rise

And our verses published be

But the adoration given then

Our eyes will never see.

For poets only feel the losses

The suffering and pain

We do not know the face of love

Or blessings ever gain.

But if Heaven waits beyond the veil

As a reward for our trust

Then all our losses will fade away

And blow away like dust.

Perhaps this life was never meant

To be a poet's paradise

But through the preaching of our prose

Save other men from vice.

I cannot say, I do not know

I only know I yearn

To lose the losses and gain the gains

And to share what I have learned.

©by Voo 

Jan 6, 05

CHRISTMAS EVE BLUES

Christmas Eve Blues



I spent my Christmas Eve 
Reading a book called
" Going Crazy"
And wondering if someone had snuck in
 While I wasn't looking
And written down my life story.

There on each page was a little tidbit about me
A little insanity, and a lot of sadness
I turned off the t.v.
' Cause every channel was showing fireplaces
And families and egg nog and Hollywood happiness
Tied up in red ribbons. It was absolutely depressing!
How can happiness bring you so much pain?

The frozen snow lay outside my windows like a blanket
And I watched the little birdies ice skating over the yard
In search of hopeful bread crumbs
The phone didn't ring
 And I knew it was you not calling
That's alright, I didn't expect any calls
I stopped expecting things years ago or allowing myself
To believe in Santa Claus or.... love.

The cat curls up beside me 
And purrs like a furry, little rowboat
His own feline way of telling me he loves me
And that he's glad to be in my presence........
Thank God for love in any form, I suppose.
(Sigh)

©by Voo
December 24, 2004 
12:30 a.m.

I WAS BORN WITH WINGS

I Was Born With Wings

I was born with wings that were clipped from my young shoulders

After running wild and free on this grim earth

After two or three years of flying and living

Innocent and unconcerned with terrestrial things and human pain

The loss of my wings brought me anguish

And sorrow and heartache and terror

That would shadow me the rest of my life

And never let me know that taste of freedom again

Feet cannot be compared to wings

Feet can only run, they cannot soar

They cannot take you high above the clouds

Of despair and over and beyond the awful things

That wait in darkness to grasp your soul

Feet cannot outrun the thing that runs behind you

Or crawls below you or slinks in front of you

But wings! Wings can lift you up and away

To heights untouched by life's tragedies and hell's demons

Wingless now, I can only run and run and run

Run toward Heaven, where I've been told 

My wings are waiting for me.

©by Voo

Feb 12, 2005

2:30 p.m.

SEVENTEEN FOREVER

Seventeen Forever

I am seventeen in my heart

Forever

No matter how faded I may become,

How ancient I will seem one day

How elderly I might appear,

To future children

Who will never be younger than I.

I am seventeen in my soul

Forever

An innocent thing running

In morning's glory

Through sunflowered fields

And turquoise skies

Full of laughing birds

And whispered wishes.

I am seventeen in my attitude
Forever

(And defiant)

Wearing black leather

And hanging out with boys

No mother would ever approve 

I tempt them with my eyes

And disdain them with my mouth

Kiss them on the backs of motorcycles

And ignore them in the halls.

I am seventeen in my emotions
Forever

A wounded kitten

Looking for love

And having no idea

What love might be

When I find it

But every day in a hundred ways,

I continue my search.

I am seventeen in my mind

Forever,

All woman

With a void that can never be filled

And a hunger that can never be fed

Except by that thing, (whatever that thing is)

That is missing from the deepest part of me.

I am seventeen in my spirit

Forever

Wilding away in the fields of eternity

Dancing on bare feet

Where the green does not fade

Watched over by angels who smile at my bliss
Watching all those, like me
Who aged with every tick of an earthly clock

Age no more

But remain in our happy and grateful hearts, 
Forever
 Seventeen.

©by Voo
started yrs ago
and finished just now
Dec 2017
12:39 a.m.

LIFE AND DEATH OF THE SUN

The Life and Death of the Sun

The cold autumn sun

            Is fading so slow,

She's looking for something

            She may never know.

            A room full of darkness

           That she can peek in

That's swept clean of clutter

            By her old friend, the wind.

Blowing steady like memories

           That cannot be seen

           Like the tasting of kisses 

           Like a hot summer's dream.

When the winter creeps in

           And the light crawls away

          Then the owls and the shadows

           To the woods come to play.

          There the sun rests in waiting

           For the night to pass by

          And they hold and caress her

         And she tries not to cry.

        But the sun, like the moon

      Needs to shine to be heard

      Like the growl of the tiger

       And the song of a bird.

     She is lonely in wanting

     And she shivers and sighs

     Watching, yearning for dawning

     With the Earth in her eyes.

     Then, in rushes of morning

     She awakes full of light

     Leaves still falling like teardrops

     From the soft Autumn night.

There ahead lies the Winter

There behind Summer's heat

Spring is only faint memory

And the fall's in retreat.

But the sun seems immortal

Be it cold, hot or rain

And she shines up the darkness

With it's pathos and pain.

Looking for what, she knows not

But she looks evermore

In the morning and noon time

And the dark of the door.

But she's fading in Autumn

Like a leaf in the wind

And the snow, soon will chill her

Till the Spring comes again.

Myths are spun on her shining

Tales are told 'bout her spark

Men believe she's a Ruler

But she follows the dark.

And one day, she will burn out

On that day, no one knows

And the night will reign endless

In the world when she goes.

©by Voo

Nov 28, 2010

7:48 p.m.

UNTITLED

Untitled

Waterfall in winter dream

Ice embracing the crystal stream

The water's song, the frosty kiss

The promise of hope upon the mist

The music of life, the magic of chance

From the shadows it calls and in sunlight I dance.

Copyright ©2007 Voo

THE HILLBILLY BOOGIE MAN LEAVES HOME

The Hillbilly Boogie Man Leaves Home

Cleanin my ears with a chicken leg

And munchin on a piece of chalk

I talked myself into standing up

And takin myself fer a walk.

Now I'd been sittin there in the shade

For nigh on fifteen years

Chewin on snakes till my belly would ache

And drinkin jars full of rain and tears.

The old junk car that I leaned on

Was rusted beyond repair

But she was fine once upon a time

Before she was junked out there.

Now for company I will whistle

And for dinner I will beg

But if you don't talk right, I'll put out your lights

With my fists and my wooden leg.

The ole lady done run right off, see

Back in 1942

With a peddling feller by the name of Teller

And that's why I sing the blues.

I cannot work, I cannot plow

I used to hunt but I can't hunt now

I used to fish but I lost my pole

And my worms fell into a crawdad hole.

I used to dance, I used to sing

But I'm useless now, can't do a thing

But moan and groan and lay about

And wait for the hillbilly haints to come out.

And then we boogie

Till the cows come home

And it never stops

Cause the cows are gone.

We howl at the moon

And fiddle and pick

And dance with partners

Made out of sticks.

We drink moonshine

From little brown jugs

And rap a little

Like we is thugs.

Then mornin comes

And they go away

And I just lay here

All damn day.

Chewin on snakes

And drinkin my tears

And the people pass by me

Concerned and afeared.

They look at me crazy

Like they think I'm a haint

And touched in the noggin

But I know I aint.

I see hillbilly ghosties

Even if they don't see

And the rednecks come riding

And a visiting me.

But today I'm a walkin

And a leavin this place

And a going to somewheres

Where they don't know my face.

Fifteen years I've been settin

'Neath that old cedar tree

Awaiting my true love

To come on back to me.

But she ain't a coming

I reckon she's dead

At least, in her last letter

That's whut she said.

So I'm a waitin no longer

I'm leavin my tree

And lookee there back a yonder

The car's a follering me.

©by Voo

August 22, 2005

 1 a.m.

The Dancing Outlaw

Jesco White

Wildwood Flower

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The Dancing Outlaw