The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: DANCING LIKE DELILAH

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: DANCING LIKE DELILAH: Dancing like Delilah Dancing like Delilah danced In robes of silken red As she swirled to charm the secrets Out of...

Man With A Hat

Man  With  A  Hat

Hat on heart, he stands there looking lonely

Gazing into my eyes and through them past my soul

Toward some unknown inferno

Blazing quietly in a distant void

Now his forehead creases and his eyebrow lifts

And he smiles a tiny smile which makes me squirm, 

Not knowing if it is for me or for the girl

From yesterday who still lives in his mind

Man with a hat, simple, yet debonair, wistful as a child

And deep as Rodin's Thinker

Always he will live on my living room wall

In the gold gilded frame over the ancient piano

Looking at me with his melancholy face

And the hat that another woman gave him

But always knowing, both of us

That it was my camera and my love

That took the picture.

©by Voo

To Leonard

                                                 I'm Your Man

                                           by the late great Leonard Cohen

The Rain Man And The Moon

 

The Rain Man and the Moon

He stands in twilight, dreaming now

Of all he could have been

The hero rushing toward the foe

Like an eagle on the wind.

He tastes the sweetness, bitter tinged

Of life and love and loss

The pile of treasures in his heart

Grown higher with each toss.

He thinks about the eagerness

He felt to tackle such

Before he knew the false from true

Before he knew too much.

When every day was holiday

And every night was bliss

When love would fall there at his call

In a lovely stranger's kiss.

Round every corner, beckoned

Adventures for his soul

Searching high and low and far

For glitter and for gold.

Till thieves broke in and robbed him

Took eagerness and bliss

Bound him in his own gold chains

And left him lost like this.

But he has one, last precious gift

That can't be lost or taken

He holds it there, this gift so rare

In a soul that feels forsaken.

The Rain Man reaches out his hand

Beholds the moon up high

Begs for rain on parched dry land

With teardrops in his eyes.

The moon looks down from heaven

Beholds the Rain Man's pleas

Sends a message to the clouds

As the man falls to his knees.

The thunder wakes in fury

The lightning lifts her face

The rain falls round the Rain Man's feet

And he thanks the sky for grace.

So little now, does he have left

This gift, this wondrous thing

To make it rain, to ease the pain

Still makes his sad heart sing.

He stands in moonlight, smiling now

When the storm has passed and flown

Shining in the moon's embrace

Till the lonely night has gone.

©by Voo Shining Stone

May 03, 08

7:16 p.m.

*thanks Mark C. for your face above*

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

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: So She Dances

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