THE GAME OF CHANCE

Play song with poem, it adds so much
Song to the Siren by George Michael originally

The Game of Chance

I was falling off the the mountain top

I was splashing in the sea

When there came a tiny nightingale

Who sang her song to me

I was drifting like a piece of wood

I was drowning in the deep

When there came a mermaid siren's call

That lulled me down to sleep

I was plunging to a watery grave

I was descending down to hell

When there came a fish that made a wish

And said he wished me well

I was fighting death with every breath

I was longing so to breathe

When there came a cup that raised me up

But the cup was like a sieve

I was clinging to the sides of hope

I was ascending to the sun

When there came a voice that gave a choice

And I quickly made the one

I was dying when I met her

I was living when she left

When there came the day she went away

And I plunged broken and bereft 

And I don't know how to say this

How to tell you how I felt

When she won my  heart in her game of chance

As I played the cards she dealt

I have been a weary traveler

I have been a tortured man

When my mountains crumbled at her feet

And I was buried in the sand

I have walked the lonely desert

I have swum the cold black sea

When the voices whispered to my soul

That love never wanted me

But off, now, I hear the nightingale

And I hear it call my name

And when the siren sings, I know that I

Will play her games again.

For what is life without taking chances

And what is love but breath?

When she reaches her hand to this man

I'll choose that living death

I have seen the other side of love

I have known what few will know 

When love smiles at me with sunlit eyes

To it's embrace I will go

Even if it starts to die

And the world goes dark again

When all is gone and I'm alone

I'll reach out to love again

I'll be falling off the mountaintop

I'll be splashing in the sea

And when the nightingale sings her lonely song

I will know she sings for me.

©By Voo

June 24, 2017

6:45 p.m.

inspired by the poetry

of the great Leonard Cohen

TOUCH ME, LOVE

Veloma by Fabrizio Paterlini

Start music before you read.......
if you time it just right, you'll be amazed

Touch Me, Love



Touch me. love
In daylight sun
And midnight moon
With waves of song
And tides of tune

Touch me, love
With velvet fingers
And hands of steel
That reach to know
That seek to feel

Touch me, love
In my gown of lace
Skin soft as silk
In bed of satin
Sheets white as milk

Touch me, love
For with your touch
I am enraptured
You hold the key
My heart is captured

With every touch
 I'll give myself
And show you how
To fall in love
Just touch me now

Touch me, love
I wait for you
My soul delights
To taste your mouth
Here in the night

Touch me, love
I'll wait no more 
I need the heaven of the bliss
I need the joy that comes of wanting
I need the fire of your kiss

Touch me, love
I'll promise softly
 Forever more I'm yours to keep
And when we've loved and flames have dimmed
I'll nestle you in arms to sleep

Touch me, love
Oh, touch me, now
The dawn awakes and needs the fire
I seek your lips to once again
Touch me with love and sweet desire

Touch me, love
Forever dance me
In whispered dreams and shine of day
And I will hold you in my hands
And in this heart, you'll always stay.


(Touch me, love............
Touch me with fire........
My sweet, my song.......
My heart's desire..........)

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©By Voo
June 21, 2017 
7:19 p.m.

I Don't Wanna Make Love With Anyone Else But You

by Eddie Rabbit

WHEN CAME THE RAIN

                                           

                                      

                                                           Play this music as you read

because the song inspired the poem 

When Came The Rain

 When came the rain
Our faces to adorn
As we stood around the wishing well
 On stone feet made forlorn

It sang like birds with magic songs
And touched us with a rare and gentle hand
And to our awe we felt the rush of blood
As stone became a woman and a man

 The gardens sprang forth flowers
 From their depths of earth so sweet
 And we danced in rain-dropped fragrance
 On our unused fragile feet

 The others watched in silence
 Wishing they were us
 No longer rooted to the ground
 But knowing that they must 

 And with hearts that pined and arms entwined
And human eyes to glance
 The shadows twirled us tenderly
 In the dance that lovers dance 

 Thunder bade us run for fear
 But we could feel no dread
 Not even when the lightning bolts
 Made shadows hide their heads

 Our eyes were locked and quite unwilling 
To look at sky or tree
 To await the face of morning sun
 Too full of you and me

 Mine was the face you sought to shine
 I was your sun and you were mine
 And love was there in brightest gleam
 In that shining hour of fulfilled dream

 For life was dead and we were dry
 Like scarecrows standing in the fields
 Who longed to know the touch of hands
 Who longed to know how human feels

 But stone heart cries were answered
 And heard above the pain
 Two granite statues wept for joy
 When there came the rain 

 That wondrous storm of dark midnight
 When the miracles arrived
 And the ravens sat upon our shoulders 
As we came alive

 Then they flew away to tell the tale
 Of magic, dream and chance
 While other statuary stood
 And watched us as we danced.

 ©by Voo 
June 20, 2017
12:58 a.m.

I DREAMED OF ORANGES

I Dreamed Of Oranges

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl

On a brown teak wood table

In a small yellow kitchen.

I could smell the fragrance

Hanging in the sun beamed air

So sweet and tangy

I could almost taste them.

Checked blue curtains billowed

In the gentle morning breeze

The window was open

And somewhere a child sang softly.

I stood in the doorway, puzzled

Something felt so right

Something seemed so wrong

But I didn't know what it was.

My eyes caught the sight

Of a tiny baby shirt

Hanging on a clothesline

Swaying, swaying back and forth.

A dog chased a big black cat

Through tulip beds of red and purple

And in a moment of bravery

The cat turned and stood still as stone.

There were no cars, no radios

The world was strangely silent

Except for the wind blown lullaby

Of the faraway child.

The floor was cool on my bare feet

But it felt so good and comforting

I walked into the sun beam

And took a fruit in my trembling hand.

I peeled diligently in one long peel

Until I got to the last piece

And then it broke off and hit the floor

So loudly that it woke me up.

So sweet, so juicy, so tantalizing

I raised my dusty hand to my mouth

Lying there in the baked red desert

Dying of thirst and dying of longing.

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl.

           

©by Voo

Aug 13, 07

10 p.m.

Play video at same time as you read the poem

 Ghost Song by Max Ablitzer

FLYBOY

Fly Boy

Fly boy flying through the air

Free and easy without a care

Through clouds and sun and pouring rain

Flying helps to ease the pain.

Fly boy comes and goes away

And I have no reason to make him stay

He smiles at my questions and makes no reply

Cause all that boy wants to do is fly.

Jets or gliders, no difference makes

Cause he'll be flying if he's awake

He says this world's too lonely and loud

And he feels at home there in the cloud.

Fly boy, he sees things

But he doesn't see

I wish that boy 

Would fly with me.

©by Voo 

December 2004

for Dirk