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Saturday, June 24, 2017

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



Wednesday, June 21, 2017

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

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

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.









Monday, June 19, 2017

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





Sunday, June 18, 2017

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