Lay Your Head Upon My Pillow........

 

How Deep Is Your Love?

 

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Hasn't Happened Yet

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Hasn't Happened Yet:  

Tribute To Mylon Lefevre, my beloved cousin

 

Thirteen Paper Airplanes

 

Thirteen Paper Airplanes




Thirteen paper airplanes later
I realized that boredom can kill
And I rounded them all up
From their landings in high and low destinations
And crashed them all into the fireplace.


What is about the weekend
That makes you feel like
Life is passing you by
Like you're missing out on some great something
That can only happen on a Saturday?


Saturdays used to be a time
For cartoons and serials and cereals
In big bowls full of milk and sugar
And stained pajamas and sleepy mamas
And all was right with the world when the t.v. was on.


Not any more.....now,  I can't stand the t.v.
With it's death-o-matic never ending gore
It's sound effects so ear-catching
It makes you want to pummel someone
Just to see if you can re-create that sound.


Talking heads spewing tele-prompted script
Offering opinion and counsel, advice and contempt
Cruel humor and sanctimonious noddings
That put you to sleep
Until the pre-arranged melee breaks loose.


The radio is no better
You hear the same tweaked songs
Over and over until you know them by heart
And you sing along until you figure out
That they're all the same song with just a different tune.


Sex sells. Oh, yeah?
Well, who wants sex that can be bought
For crying out loud? Isn't that dirty sex

That makes both the seller and the buyer dirty
Even if it is just a pornographic song?


So, why am I ranting and raving
On this beautiful, sunny Saturday?
Why am I thinking of these things
That make me upset in a deeply shallow way?
You tell me.


I think it's because
I'm alone in a world full of lonely people
Trying to find meaning in a meaningless morass
Of news, blues and Blue-toothed crazy people
Talking to themselves as they walk through Walmart.


Maybe I should go to Walmart myself
And buy some pretty colored papers
Colors like reds and golds and greens
Bring them home, get out the design book
And make more glorious airplanes.


Yawn. God, I've got to get a life!
Got one nobody is using?
One that's already been used up to the full
And discarded because it was just too exciting?
I'll take it. Long as it didn't belong to Cleopatra.

I hate snakes.

©by Voo Shining Stone
May 23, 09
3:11 p.m.

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SADNESS SEEM TO RUN ON FOREVER

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SADNESS SEEM TO RUN ON FOREVER: Sadness Seem To Run On Forever I gots them ole blues, baby, she said Ain't nuthin nobody can do 'bout it Just a part o...

Thoughts

 

Thoughts

Your thoughts penetrated the cold last night

And flew in on rose scented air that made me gasp

I sat up, startled, fully awake

And looked around the darkness to perceive a light

But there was none there, not even a flicker.

I waited for what I did not know

And grew exasperated in the waiting

Fluffing the pillow to throw under my head,

I thought I heard a breath not mine

And then a low and luring laugh.

"Who's there?" I dared, afraid to dare

But in my soul I knew the answer

I knew that breath, I knew that laugh

The teasing trace of a mouth I missed

I knew those thoughts and from whence they came.

"What are you doing here?" "What do you want?" 

I whispered to the shadow outlined by moon

Then a cloud passed by outside my window

And hid the shadow deeper still

As our eyes sought each other's in the dark.

"I only want what I've always wanted."

"You."

I heard it clearly, whether with my outer ear

Or in my heart, I could not say

But I heard your thoughts and heard your voice.

At dawn I awakened to ponder the night

And what had transpred and what I had dreamed

I knew you were away and over the ocean

And could not have possibly visited me.

I lay in the glow of morning and madness

Smiling at memories that played in my head

I threw back the covers, escaping their warmth

To find a rose there beside me

And your form, smiling, fading at the foot of my bed.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

Dec 4, 2025

12:20 p.m.

Amazing Grace Again with recording of me reading it

Voo · AMAZING GRACE AGAIN

Voo reading Amazing Grace Again  on soundcloud.

 Click link below to listen, if desired.

https://soundcloud.com/user-780266601/amazing-grace-again

♥Amazing Grace Again♥

I don’t know why I come here, I think

And sit down on the bench, in the rain

Umbrella-ed people hurrying by with their lovers

Look at me like a person insane.

I don’t care, I sniff, caring a lot

And pull up my collared shawl

People with lovers are always so smug

Oh, the heck with the lot of them all!

I watch a drunk man crossing the street

Kicking an old beer can along

Cursing and fussing and fuming at God

And then he suddenly breaks out into song.

Will you look at that? I say to myself

As I watch his whiskered face

Why is it all these drunks all know

Every word of “Amazing Grace”?

A bus roars by and splatters him

And before it’s fumes are gone

He gives them the finger with both dirty hands

And then loudly goes on with his song.

My hair is plastered down on my head

And I’m sure I look a fright

But nobody seems to be watching me now

As they race to beat the fall of night.

The neon signs start flashing on

And the street lamps blink as well

I smile at the broken Oh, Hello bar sign

That appropriately flashes Oh, Hell.

I really should be getting on home

The family will be looking for me

It wouldn’t  be good to miss dinner now

Since I’ve already missed my scones and tea.

The husband will soon be coming from work

The children, from ball games and school

I really shouldn’t be in this park after dark

With the weather so wet and so cool.

Still, I sit and think some more

As the rain falls heavily down

I really like this spot of green

In the pavement gray blight of downtown.

Perhaps I’ll pop into the Bistro, I think

And have a hot cup of latte′

And maybe a roll and a nice piece of pie

Just as soon as the crowds go away.

The maids have lit the fireplaces now

And they’re setting the table, I’m sure

Tess in the kitchen is polishing some silver

And stirring up her soup du jour.

I really should be getting on home

And yet I continue to linger

I look down and see that the cold rain has washed

The diamonds right off of my finger.

No bother, I shrug, I have more diamonds at home

A chest full of jewels and pearls

Bought by past beaus and the one that I chose

When I was a beautiful girl.

Still, life can be trifling and long, I suppose

And money can’t buy happiness

Homes full of fireplaces, they still can be cold

And silver can tarnish, I guess.

I sigh and open up my purse

To take my photos out

And running my hands over them,

I hear a familiar shout.

My Lady, what are you doing here

Sitting in the rain?

Don’t you know you’ll catch your death

What’s this? Are you in pain?

And he takes my arm and lifts me up

And wipes my dripping brow

Don’t look at those pictures, they’ll just make you sad

Come, darling, come on with me now.

And I let him take my tired arm

And lead me tenderly

And off we go as twilight darkens

The whiskered drunk and me.

I’ve  found a nice box for you to sleep in tonight

He tells me with a grin

And I thank him but tell him as nice as you please

That I really can’t ask him in.

That’s alright, My Lady, he says

I’ve a duplex that’s just down the way

And here is a part of a roll that I’ve saved

That will hold you until break of day.

He smells of dirt and turpentine

He smells of death and gin

He looks an old and homeless bum

But he’s my only friend.

I close the box as best I can

And the roll is gone in three bites

The rain on the cardboard is so very loud

But this is one of my better nights.

I don’t know how I came to this

I think as the memories come

Losing my children and losing my mind

My husband and lastly, my home.

The streets are long and lonely now

The friendly faces are few

My coat is threadbare but it was nice

Back when it was new.

I pull the rags close to my chest

And will myself to sleep

Falling now into the dreams

Where love lies ever deep.

I hear a knock on the makeshift door

And wake to find my friend

He hands me a flower and then we take a drink

And sing “Amazing Grace” again.

©By Voo

April 20, 2011

9:50 p.m.

   

 

Tumbling Down repost

 

Tumbling Down

Tumbling down

Into the midnight's glow

You taught my body

Things it did not know.

We kissed until our lips

Grew tired and numb

And smiled out loud

And wondered what we'd done.

In blankets warm

And fireplace paradise

We held onto each other

With our eyes.

And fingers clasped

And arms and legs entwined

We drowned in new love's bliss

Like vintage wine.

As winter wind sang softly

Round the trees

We hummed along

Like starving honey bees.

And all the while

The snow piled up outside

And true love found

It had no place to hide.

We laughed and loved

Till night became tomorrow

And joy replaced our long-held-onto

Sorrow.

Tumbling down

In bed of rumpled sheets

We found the hidden void

Where wholeness meets.

And wrapped ourselves

In warmth that thwarts the cold

Two lonely broken hearts

Became one soul.

©By Voo

May 20, 2017

8:50 p.m.

Play this song as you read the poem.,,,,,,it adds so much!!!!

Let It Be Me

 

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Winter Light

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Winter Light:  

Here's That Rainy Day

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NOTHING PURE

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NOTHING PURE: Nothing Pure The devil wears black leather And drives a motorcycle made of different machines: Harley, Indian, Honda, Americ...

WRITING ORIGINAL

Writing Original

by ©Voo  (yeah, right!)

Summertime

and the living is easy....

No, wait!

That's  been done!

What am I thinking?

To be ! or not to be !

That is the.....

??????

What the hell??

Sorry, Will, old boy

Don't roll over in your grave

(I mean't no harm.)

She walks in beauty

Like the night....

Damn!

Damn!

Damn!

This is not going well.

Start again, shall we?

Ready, set, type!

Ahem!

Whenas in silks

My Julia goes......

OMG!

She walks in beauty like the night

Of cloudless climes and......

Heaven, help me!!!

Come live with me and be my love!

And we will all the pleasures prove

O, for the love of........!

When, in disgrace

With fortune and men's eyes

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments.....

(Yeah, yeah, that sounds good!)

What!!!!?????

What do you mean?????!!!!!!

Oh.

What about this, then?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night

Surely..... not!!!

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately....... 

Ancient!?   How ancient !!???

Old MacDonald had a farm

E I E I O!!!!!!

Whose woods these are I think I know

No?

Frost, you say?

As in David?

Robert?

Mother Who????

Blast it all!!!!!

Alright, one more time

One last, last time......

ONE FINAL, INSPIRED TIME.....

What if a much of a which of a wind

gives the truth to a summer's lie

There!

Good heaven's, man!!!!!!

Are there no bubbles left to be unburst????

This can only mean one thing!!!!!!

All the good stuff.........

Has already been written!!!!!!!

Curses!!!!

Yesterday......

All my troubles seemed

So far away

Now it looks as though.......

?   ???????????  The What???

Forget it!

I give up!

Here, take my pen, my paper,

My typewriter, my keyboard, my Blackberry

The dust on the window

The sand on the shore.........

I shall write

No

More.

Again.

Forever.

oh, wait!

A masterpiece

Just formed in my head.....

Oh, joy! Oh, rapture!

Wait for it.....

Wait.....

Ahhh!

And the word erupted sculpted and transfused

Confused in it's infancy of ink.......

What?!   Oh, give me a break!!!

You mean a Machine wrote this?!

A Word Machine??!

Well, that's it, then........

SIGH

*** last lines written by my buddy Jimmy, the Word Machinist. Lines so

 good I had to steal them.****

and

thanks to Shakespeare,

Herrick,

e.e. cummings,

Frost,

Paul McCartney 

and 

all 

the 

other

great

classic

poets

whose

works

I 

shamelessly

borrowed

here.............

SIGH