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Monday, October 16, 2017

BEGGARS



















Beggars


You married me for a little while
And then you had to go
I thought our love to death would last
But I didn't know.

That death was there within the bud
Of the new love that would bloom
And cold winds waited at the gate
Of the garden warmth of June.

But oh, the passion of your kiss!
The heat of your embrace!
The sweetness of your sultry smile,
The love there on your face!

I saw the things I longed to see
That weren't really there
And all I gave so freely of
You had no will to share.

And I, so wedded, always remained
While your heart rambled free
And gave your love to other fools
And never thought of me.

Until the day, of all that love
You found yourself deprived
And you came back to your first love
Where my joy had arrived.

And oh, the horror on your face!
To find that love had gone
And no one waited in that garden
And you felt so alone.

For I had waited a thousand years
That only came to three
And I had strained to hear your footsteps
Running back to me.

And in the madness that true love brings
When true love is denied
Sweet death embraced me in it's arms
When all my hope had died.

There in the garden of first love found
You heard the singing crows
No trace of me for your eyes to see
Just a single, solemn rose.

How sad that marriage seldom proves
The bonding of two souls
When one heart is full and one is empty
Like the beggars and their bowls.




















©by Voo
Aug 19, 2016
11:31 p.m.



FOUND ON A BLUE GREEN SEA with spoken word version at bottom of page



Found On A Blue-Green Sea



We sailed upon a blue-green sea
My love and I, that night
Beneath a moon of solid gold
And stars, silent and bright.

We clung to love with wanting arms
And spoke of things to come
Of fire and cold and growing old
And paths that lead to home.

We drank the night like it was wine
And whispered in the wind
Laughed at all the lonely years
And what almost could have been.

We'd found the faces we could love
In crowds of loveless hearts
And made our pact, no going back
To romantic stops and starts.

(Maybe love is magic
And maybe love is glue
And only love can mend the seams
Of a life that's torn in two).

But in that lovely little ship
Beneath those stars so bright
We solved the mysteries of our lives
As we sailed into the light.

Sometimes we don't know who we are
Till in a lover's eyes we see
All we ever hoped and dreamed
And all that we could be.

We nestled down in harboring hearts
Like treasures found and kept
While wind and sea carried us to shore
And in arms of love, we slept.






The song that inspired the write
The Promise by Secret Garden
the most beautiful melody I ever heard.......


©by Voo
Dec 1, 07
11:11 p.m.

                                         and click here to hear me reading the poem.............

 


Saturday, October 14, 2017

SUNDAY AFTERNOONS IN APRIL






















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 



















HORROR STORY









Ghostly Theater soundtrack





 Horror Story


The fog rolled in over the ocean
Quiet, white, on little cat feet
Thick as smoke and menacing
In a steel butterfly kind of way.

It was just in time to meet the storm
Rolling in from an alternate direction
Dark and black and noisy
Like a marching band from hell.

All night the wind had howled
Outside my shuttered window
Tree branches with gnarled gray fingers
Had scratched the roof and tapped on the panes.

I was in the house alone
Had been for thirteen days
Thirteen days of terror gnawing at my insides
Terror, which had no voice except a scream.

"You can never leave here." they had told me
"Once you walk through that door
You're here forever."
And to my everlasting despair, I found that to be true.

Cellars are terrible places
Dead things live there
Rotting things and ancient things
That smell of decay and hopelessness.

I wish I hadn't gone there
I wish I had stayed in the attic with the bats
And the vampires and the ghosts that walked
And moaned all night.

But I had to find a way out
I had tried every door, every barred window
Every keyhole, nook and cranny
The cellar was the last place to look for freedom.

I watched that fog roll in
Through the leaded glass at the top of the stairs
Across the shore, across the cliff, across the lawn
Drawing closer and taking on the form of a man.

I closed my eyes and prayed
"This is just a dream." I said and my voice echoed
Down the dark corridors and off the awful paintings
That hung on every wall like spies in a castle.

Thunder roared and lightning struck
And just for a moment I could see clearly
As I stood looking down the endless staircase
And looking back at me were terrible things with red, red eyes.

Behind me, I heard a footstep
And off I flew down those uncounted steps in the darkness
Down to rooms full of dusty furniture and unlit candles
Fear driving me relentlessly, looking for I knew not what.

Doors, doors, so many doors
They seemed to open of their own accord
Inviting me into the heart of the house
But none that I could see, that led away.

Rustling noises like mice running
And yet not like mice filled my screaming ears
Invisible arms brushed against mine
And I pushed them away and fell and ran and fell and ran.


"Down here." I heard distinctly
And I gasped and ran in the direction of the voice
The outline of a dark, dark door illuminated in a flash
Then it flew open and something drew me down.

Down squeaky, rotting steps
With breath as cold as ice and air as foul
As the devil's soul, the cellar waited for me
And I was much too shattered to resist.


"Who's there?" I cried, hopeful
"Can you tell me how to get out of here?"
And before I had stepped on the last broken step
The door behind me slammed shut and I heard a lock click.

Then something whispered
And something slithered
And something touched my face
And I.....................................











Ghostly Theater remix


©by Voo
Oct 24, 07
midnight