SMARTEST MAN in the WORLD PREDICTS THE END wow

 

Sunday Afternoons In April 20 yr old goodie from Voo's Vault

Sunday Afternoons In April 

The Sunday paper is piled high in little individual 

Tents of newsprint as I discard each section when 

I am done 

Terrible news here, Society there, exotic 

Travels, food, awful movies and bank robberies 

Get Fuzzy comic strip over there but usually 

A jagged hole where I have torn it out to put on 

My refrigerator 'cause I love Bucky Kat so 

Even when he's mean to Satchel (especially when 

He's mean to Satchel) but that dumb dog is so 

Sweet he makes me cry sometimes.

The ice in my iced tea is melting and watering 

Down the caffeine but I love to watch the beads 

Of moisture forming on the outside of my glass 

Like tears 

On the stereo plays Amos Lee or Leonard Cohen 

P.O. D. or Vivaldi, whatever my mood 

And over there in the corner waits the computer 

The screen tuned in to Poet's Dream or 

ProphecyintheNews or Homestarrunner dot com 

All sites populated by strange and wonderful 

Beings that I have never met but somehow love 

Outside, I hear the birds and the odd passing car 

Or truck and I run outside to look at all the 

Greenery and inhale the fragrance of roses and 

Honeysuckle that surrounds me like the breath of 

Heaven.

The cats look at me and yawn and go "Oh, it's only 

you!" and go back to sleep in their little cat beds 

And I envy them that they have each other and 

Don't need me, except for food and y'know.....litter. 

I wish I had somebody. It's so quiet here on 

Sundays. So peaceful. But so lonely. And the music 

And the Forums only magnify that fact 

I sigh and write a poem. Maybe eight or nine

Maybe none. I write because I need to and I 

Don't because there's nothing left to say.

Villanelle For Our Time Leonard reads in his 

Rough and tender poet's voice and my heart aches 

In time with his as I lift a rose's petal to caress 

My face, momentarily distracted from the world in 

Which I live with it's discarded bad news and 

Melting ice 

Poets should never live alone, I think and reach to 

Pick the papers off the floor. It makes us crazy. 

It makes us write incomprehensible sentences that 

Do not rhyme and will never be understood 

But such is life in April with it's storms and flowers 

And Sunday afternoons so quiet with bird song 

Such is life and yet, I dare to dream 

And wish......for more. 

©by Voo

April 23, 2006 

 

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Eddie Rabbitt the one and only.....

 

A Collaboration of Need and Desire

A Collaboration Of Need and Desire

I tried to ignore you

But it was a hopeless ploy

I saw the boy inside the man

And the man inside the boy.

I too tried to ignore you

To dismiss the obvious

But I couldn’t stop imagining

Your touch, your tender kiss.

I saw the way you looked at things

Like only a poet could

I saw the way you felt about things

Like only a real man would.

The uncanniness of expression

Alone possessed by those of like minds

Like hearts, like needs and yes, like souls 

Those universal ties that bind.

But roles were played, stands were taken

With so much postering

Only to surrender to the lonely void

Succumbing to the pain within.

Oh so much is said in silence

Much more than when we speak

Yet my ability to sense who you are

Is at it’s euphoric peak.

And your passion calls to me at night

Your soul cries out to me

And even if it were possible

From you I can never be free.

And yours to me, your passion calls

In codes and other subtle ways

Separated now, we have long been

But the desire, it never fades.

And though I try with all my might

As I've done in love before

            To run from love with it's pain and glory, 

It's your love I can't ignore.

I tried. I tried. I really tried

To forget I'd seen your face

But you left a mark upon my heart 

That can never be erased.

So much has been shared between us 

Memories that can't be put to death

Like a lion my love chases your love down

And I'll love you still with my last breath.

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Help Me Make It Through The Night

Elvis and Lisa Marie Tribute R.I.P.

 

Floors Made of Fire

  

Floors Made Of  Fire

An effigy, they tell me, is not the real thing

But a stand-in for a man

A made from rags or straw or resin

Rolled up newspapers or bits of paper

Kind of doll-thing with no soul.

It's symbolic of something hated

Something they want to destroy but haven't

The guts to destroy

And so they burn the effigy.

It makes them look like big bad terrorists

When they are only simpering cowards

Holding torches and shouting words

That pierce the heart like swords.

Fire should be saved for cold winter nights

Fire should be savored as a life giving gift

Fire should be kept in a locked deep stone box

And shared among frozen friends.

But there are those that deserve the fire

And not for warmth and not for life

But because their hearts are filled with hell

Effigies of men-without-souls shall be given to the flame. 

To dance alone, eternally burning

On floors made of fire

Forever. 

To dance alone, eternally burning

On floors made of fire

Forever. 

©️by Voo Shining Stone

July 16, 07

PURPLE RAIN

Sign O The Times sigh.....

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Philippians 4:7

                                                              And the peace of God,
                                                                  which passeth all understanding,
                                                      shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

 

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It's All In The Game, Baby

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Space In My Heart

 

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I Think It's Going To Rain Today

Yesterday.......There Was Music.....

 

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Looking For A Muse

 

Looking For A Muse

I used to write a lot

Stories, poems and things

I used to dance and love romance

I even used to sing.

I woke up in the morning

With a smile upon my face

Went to bed with lucid dreams

But all that's been replaced.

No poem has come to me in days

No dream has come in nights

No dance or romance has lured me in

And nothing seems all right.

I was born with a pen in my right hand

I was born with such love in my heart

High, lofty dreams carried me on their wings

Couldn't wait for adventures to start.

There was always a muse standing beside me

Always spurring me on

Giving me hope and my own way to cope

As I wrote a new poem or song.

And through the years replacements found me

In moments of joy or of strife

A new muse and friend when old assignments would end

There was always a muse in my life.

But now, alas! There has been no muse

To take the last one's place

No one to inspire me to write again

With his love or his smile or his face.

Perhaps I exhausted the muses I had

Used up their inspiration somehow

Their talents were spent  (I don't know where they went)

But I'm ready to write, ready to dream.........

And I'm looking for a new muse to come find me now.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

      March 22, 2026

     my once and always permanent muse

                         L💙L

***A male version of a muse is simply called a Male Muse. While "muse" is traditionally feminine, male muses are figures—lovers, friends, or models—who inspire creative work. Common synonyms for a male muse include inspiration, mentor, guide, or partner.

Look Woman, You Said......

Look, Woman....

"Look, woman......" you said

Trying to sound gruff, Trying to look tough, 'Cause I had been mad And soon became sad 'Cause things had gone bad I didn't know why I didn't know how I wanted to fix What was breaking Down now I hated to fight Hated the path and the plight That love has to trod When it exchanges sweet nothings For politics and God I wanted to go back To the fun and romance The tease and the tension Of an endless slow dance My heart was so heavy My eyes started to cry The mountains fell on me, The stars from the sky I wanted to shake you Make you make sense But misunderstanding Made me put up a fence That I never wanted With it's "Keep Out!" alarms "Look, woman....." you said And before I could shout "What!?"
My hard heart just melted And fell into your arms........ 🧡

©By Voo Shining Stone Sept 11, 2020 2:20 a.m.

Loving You Is Easy

If I Could Turn Back The Hands of Time.....sigh

 

 

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TEMPTATIONS

 

Small Lives

Small Lives

It is hard for people like me
Who have bigger hearts than most
To live such small lives.

It is hard for people like me
Who have such large dreams
Never see them come to pass.

It is hard for people like me
Who have such tirelessly thoughtful minds
To be disdained for the very thoughts we think.

It is hard for people like me
Who have more love in our little fingers
Than a thousand hearts who don't care that they don't care.

Why must it be so, this deadly truth?
This common fact,
This observation made on a daily basis
By those of us with all of the above and yet none of the above.

That is, the dreams that are fulfilled,
The grand thoughts brought to fruition,
The love we've given, returned
The hearts so filled with the yearning for life, given a chance to live?

Why must we live destitute
 In a world full of treasure chests spilling over with love?
Why must we dance in our dreams on feet floating on air
And wake holding nothing in our empty arms?

Why must we build the castles in our minds
Only to see them crumbled by reality's hands?
Why must our hearts wither and die, deprived of the thing
That keeps them alive more than blood?

Why must we live like this, helplessly watching
The big tidal waves sweep our dreams off the shore
Why must we live these small, small lives
When there could be so much, much more?

©By Voo Shining Stone

             Aprill 2020