LARRY AND GARRY AND MERRYANNE new edit

LARRY AND GARRY AND MERRYANNE

THERE ONCE WAS A FAIRY NAMED LARRY

WHO LIVED WITH HIS TWIN BROTHER GARRY

THEY LIVED IN A TREE BY THE SIDE OF THE SEA

AND VOWED THAT THEY NEVER WOULD MARRY.

THEIR LIVES WERE FULL OF SINGING SONGS

AND MAKING MERRY ALL DAY LONG

THEY HAD A LOVELY, HAPPY HOME

TILL MERRYANNE MET GARRY.

NOW MERRYANNE WAS BLONDE AND SWEET

AND GARRY WORSHIPED AT HER FEET

(BUT LARRY SAID HE SMELLED DECEIT)

AND WARNED HIS BROTHER GARRY.

BUT GARRY WAS SO MUCH IN LOVE

HE SWORE SHE FELL FROM UP ABOVE

WITH JOY THAT FAIRY TALES SPOKE OF

AND DETERMINED SOON THEY'D MARRY.

ONE MORNING EARLY IN THE DAY

GARRY WOKE AND WENT HIS MERRY WAY

TO FIND HIS LOVE HAD GONE ASTRAY

AND BROKE THE HEART OF GARRY.

AND NOW HE LIVES IN THE TREE ALONE

THAT ONCE WAS THERE A HAPPY HOME

FOR FICKLE MERRYANNE IS GONE

(SHE MARRIED HIS BROTHER LARRY.)

© BY VOO

 JULY 10, 2005

 4 pm

Poet of the Light's poem "In Betweens"

 by Poet of the Light
Shed petals of a poet's whisper
Sep 25, 11:40 PM

In-betweens

I can be, be there
Between every happenstance
To save you- be the last
From everything that
Drowns you so easily
And often in bitter sea’s
Like an answer in a dream
When at last finally happens
I can be, be the fresh breathe of air
That changes things, all directions
And lets the sun come up- smiling
As the feeling of love covers you
While you lay within my arms gently
Yes I- I can be, be there, a difference
In all your nights and days
And even the way you think
About everything that- matters
If only you can save…me first

Poet of the Light © 2017

DREAMS THAT CANNOT DIE

Dreams That Cannot Die

Living life, that unswerving road, that follows no road map

We travel ever onward on past triumph and mishap

We stop at roadside flower stands and smell the rose's bloom

And buy ourselves some fragrance that begins to fade so soon.

We light a light there in the night 'twixt midnight and the dawn

We love the dark but more the spark that makes the darkness gone

We count off days in lovely ways but more oft than not, in gloom

And look for love to come our way but hardly make it room.

Our lives are busy, busy things, we breathe too fast to know

That death is always on our heels and needing fear to grow

We miss the sunsets in the west, sunrises in the east

And nibble tidbits here and there and miss out on the feast.

We do not learn, we only burn our energy in toil

And only grasp what has slipped past as we leave this mortal coil

We wonder why we cannot hear the song of birds so sweet

But the sound of birds and the poet's words are drowned out by our feet.

The music, the melody, the rhythm of dance, the symphony's refrain

The flute, the lute, the violin, the sound of pouring rain

The laughing child running free and wild, the heartbreak of a kiss

When we are old it's then we know that life is made of this.

Then aged heads will bow in sorrow, with weathered faces, sigh

And replay life that slipped away and dreams that cannot die

For life is not to be hurried through but savored as we live

And not a thing to be taken lightly but something that we give.

©by Voo

Jan 31, 2005 
2 a.m.
For Layne Longfellow

NO MORE NIGHT

No More Night

It's not that darkness is beautiful
Or that in it's embrace
You find an ecstasy that cannot
Be felt in any other realm

It's not that.............

It's not that darkness is alluring
Or that in it's seduction
You find a place to be your true self
Without inhibitions

It's not that............

It's not that darkness is magical
Or that in it's magic illusions live
And you can deceive yourself into believing
That they are real

It's not that...........

What it is and always has been
Is that darkness is a hiding for ugliness,
A veil shielding the monstrous
And a book cover hiding the mysteries

It's that and more...........

What it is and always has been
Is that darkness came before light
And continually follows it around
Like death follows life

Darkness is the candle snuffer,
The lips that blow out the sun,
The background that allows the moon
To shine forth it's borrowed and counterfeit light

It has it's music, it has that
But music made up of sounds and howls
And screams and streams of ghostly footsteps
Walking in night, searching for day

It's not that darkness is lovely
Or has a beauty all it's own
But by covering up the blemishes of this world
It appears to be

And that is why we love it
And always will
Until there is no more night.

©by Voo
Sept 23, 2017
3:23 p.m.

EYES, YOUR EYES

Eyes, your eyes................

Eyes,

your eyes

only

your eyes

can

make me run

make me run

make me run

to

you.

Merciful eyes

Sad

and

sultry,

soft

like

desert winds,

and

clouds of heaven,

give me hope

and a place to rest

myself

in dreams.

Eyes

like diamonds

shining,

reaching

through

a thousand

darknesses

to

my soul

even in it's depths

of dim despair.

Your eyes

my one

and

only

love

Your eyes

reach

my heart

that knows

no other heart

and

my

arms

that seek

no strange embraces.

Your eyes

see

the part of me

that

no one else

can ever

see..........

Stillness,

Quiet,

Assurance

Rare

like

perfumed

flowers

in

raven hair

Is your love

Is your love

Is your love

My best beloved one.

Eyes,

your eyes,

only your eyes

can

make me run,

can

make me long,

can make me dream,

can make me

dance.

Your eyes................

speak

and my heart

hears

but only and ever

to

what

Your eyes might say.

©by Voo

April 21, 2012

                                  NOT ALONE by   PROTOTYPE

  

Just In Case in memory of 911

Just In Case

Just in case tomorrow never comes

Just in case the sun forgets to shine

Just in case the world is drowned in tears

I'm writing this to say what's on my mind.

I hope you all have love living inside you

I hope you all have peace within your soul

I hope you all come through the fires now burning

Refined and finished, shining like pure gold.

This life is never promised to the careless

And those that think that this is all there'll be

For when this life ends, be it short or lengthy

That's when you'll walk into eternity.

So hug your friends and family 'fore tomorrow

And kneel your knees and pray away your strife

And give your soul to the only One can save it

For holding to this world can't save your life.

Tonight  might be the last night you lay dreaming

Today just may have been your final day

So leave nothing undone that needs the doing

Before the angels carry you away.

The world will never end, the scriptures tell us

But will be formed and shaped and made anew

But just because the earth will live forever

Doesn't mean that it's the same for you.

Over twenty years ago came September the Eleventh

A morning like all others come before

Nobody knew when they awoke that morning

That they would never walk back through their doors.

My heart is full of longing for my Savior

My soul is full of sorrow for mankind

So please tonight, make sure your souls are righteous

And let Love fill your hearts while there's still time.

                                                                TAPS

©by Voo

Sept 10, 07

11:11 p.m.

I CANNOT DANCE

I Cannot Dance


I cannot dance for my two feet
No longer feel the beat
The music doesn't move me now
Be it loud or sweet.

I cannot dance for my two ears
Have long since lost the tune
So I stand still in the dark of night
Staring at the moon.

I cannot dance for my two arms
Have not a love to hold
So I sit here cradling myself
Shivering in the cold. 

I cannot dance for my two eyes
Cannot see the dream
Or love in someone else's eyes
But hear the silent scream.

I cannot dance for my defective heart
Would burst now if I tried
The world's a sadder, quieter place
Now that the music's died.

Copyright
©2007 by Voo




Time Forgotten by Brian Crain

GREEN APPLES

Green Apples



Love is like a green apple
Juicy
Delicious
Mouthwatering,
Tasty
and
Tempting.


Life is like a green apple
Sweet,
Sour,
Delicate
and
Tough
Within it's peelings.


Every time I see
A green apple,
I want
To take a bite,
I want
To savor the juice
And devour it to the seed.


And yet,
When the apple is gone,
The peelings discarded,
The juice, blotted up,
And the seeds thrown to ground,
I always find myself
Craving still another.


For one apple
Is never enough for me
I am greedy
And eternally hungry,
Continually wanting
To fill my belly
With more.


Ordinary apples
Rarely interest me
I don't know why,
Maybe I am strange
Maybe I am odd,
But my mouth does not water
For the taste of red.


But green apples
Ah!
They call my name
In the middle of night
In the heat of the day,
They beckon me
With memories.


I sink my teeth
Into their juicy flesh
And smile
Savoring the tartness
That comes with the sweet,
But I am insatiable,
Devouring slowly, finishing the last
At the same time looking around
For the next

green apple...............



©by Voo
06/20/10
10:39 p.m.