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Tuesday, May 15, 2018

DANGEROUS





DANGEROUS


COMING AT ME LIKE THE WIND
YOUR EYES BLOW ME AWAY LIKE STORM
BURN ME LIKE FIRE
DRENCH ME LIKE RAIN
TOUCH ME LIKE PAIN
COVER ME LIKE DARKNESS

I RUN IN CIRCLES PUPPET- LIKE
WITH WEAKENED FEET AND
HOPEFUL HEART
WAITING FOR EMBRACE AND TOUCH
OF YOUR TWO HANDS OUTSTRETCHED TO ME

APPARITION OR MAN, I DO NOT KNOW
I DO NOT KNOW NOR DO I CARE
MAD WITH LONGING, I WEEP FOR YOU
IN DUSTY ROOMS FULL OF GHOSTLY WISPS OF MUSIC
FROM PIANOS UPRIGHT AND UNTOUCHED
BY MORTAL FINGERS AND SUNLIGHT OF DAY

I ONLY KNOW I NEED YOU
AND THAT YOU ARE DANGEROUS TO ME
I ONLY KNOW THAT YOUR EYES ARE DEEP AND DARK
AND THAT, IF GIVEN THE CHANCE
I WILL FALL FOREVER IN THEIR DEPTHS
OBSESSED MAD CREATURE THAT I AM
FOREVER LOVING THE FALL
AND GIVING MYSELF
TO THE DANGER.



©BY VOO
December 2, 2005 7:00 p.m.



Thursday, April 5, 2018

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE AND A PARROT

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE
                                                                AND A PARROT



                                I MARRIED ME A PIRATE
                                A BIG AND BRISTLY MAN
                                HE SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS ALL YEAR
                                AND COMES HOME WHEN HE CAN.

                                HE LIKES THE SALTY SEAS, YOU SEE
                                HE LIKES THE OCEAN'S ROAR
                                BUT ME, I LIKE IT FINE, SO FINE
                                WHEN HE WALKS OUT THE DOOR.

                                OUR OLDEST CHILD IS TWENTY-SEVEN
                                THE YOUNGEST BABE IS TWO
                                AND ALL OF THEM HAVE DARK BROWN EYES
                                AND THE PIRATE'S EYES ARE BLUE.

                                I'VE ONLY SEEN HIM SEVEN TIMES
                                IN THE DECADES I'VE BEEN HIS WIFE
                                HE'S ALWAYS OFF ON PILLAGES 
                                (HE LEADS A STRESSFUL LIFE.)

                                THE WORK IS HARD, THE PAY IS LOW
                                AND AT LAST WHEN HE SAILS IN
                               HE DOES NOT ASK WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO
                                AND I DON'T ASK WHERE HE'S BEEN.

                                THE MAN, HE ONLY HAS ONE EYE
                                AND FOR A HAND, A HOOK
                                HE LOST A LEG AND FOUND A PARROT
                                THAT HELPS HIM LIMP AND LOOK.

                                THE PARROT GOES TO BED WITH HIM
                                AND ON HIS SHOULDER SITS
                                AND IF I ASK HIM TO REMOVE THE BIRD
                                HE THROWS SOME AWFUL FITS.

                                BUT HE BRINGS ME LITTLE TRINKETS
                                FROM ALL HIS ROBBERIES
                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME SOLID GOLD
                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME FLEAS.

                                HE'S NOT SO MUCH TO LOOK AT
                                HE'S STAINED LIKE CHIMNEY SOOT
                                BUT FOR THE FRONT DOOR, I HAD A MAT MADE
                                THAT SAYS, PLEASE WIPE YOUR FOOT.

                                HE SEEMED TO BE REAL PLEASED WITH THAT
                                AND BEAMED BRIGHTLY LIKE A STAR 
                                BUT I WAS GLAD TO SEE HIM GO
                                AND I HOPE THAT HE'LL GO FAR.

                                MY CHILDREN ALL ARE HAPPY TO MEET HIM
                                WHEN THE PIRATE SAILS TO SHORE
                                HE NEVER NOTICES WHEN HE COMES HOME
                                THAT THERE ARE SEVEN MORE.

                                HE SAYS HE'S GOING TO SOON RETIRE
                                CAUSE HIS CREW GIVES HIM THE BLUES
                                HE SAYS HIS DREAM IS TO SAVE ENOUGH
                                TO TAKE ME ON A CRUISE.

                                BUT I'LL STAY ON THE SAND, THANK YOU
                                THOUGH HE TELLS ME I AM NUTS
                                AND I WAVE GOODBYE TO HIM AND HIS PARROT
                                (LORD, I HATE THAT PARROT'S GUTS.)

                                BRING ME SOMETHING PRETTY, I YELL
                                JUST LIKE I ALWAYS DO
                                SOME GOLD OR SILVER OR MAYBE SOME PEARLS
                               AND I'LL MAKE A NEW CHILD FOR YOU.




©BY VOO           SOMETIME IN THE RECENT PAST




















Saturday, March 24, 2018

WALTZING ON THE MOON



Waltzing On The Moon



Your hand around my waist, I glide
Like silver on the stars
I drink the liquid love I see
In your eyes bright and unmarred
By tragedy and life's heart storms
By tales of gloom and doom
But tears of joy are spilling there
As you dance me to the moon.


And though this night will end in day
And magic will be gone
We'll waltz on moonbeams till it comes
And spend the night in song
My love and I in love's embrace
Like royalty of old
Climbing stairways made of jewels
And pathways made of gold.


Your hand in mine, my treasure sought
A lifetime's goal in sight
All memory of sadness fades
This shining happy night
We wear our love likes crowns of sun
And hum our wordless tune
And hand in hand we dance till dawn
Still waltzing on the moon.



©by Voo
September 16, 2006
 9:44 p.m.