Expected moments
Yes I have tried to understand you baby Picking up pieces in sweet recall Time had moved on And we grew apart And love flew away in the fall I never expected moments like this baby We seem to have built so many walls Once I was your clown And we fooled around But now there is nothing at all But please stay To pick one more flower And let’s spend an hour And pretend we are free Then one day If I ever need you And I ever see you I will say I believe Trouble may come in by stormy weather Our choice back then was to ride the sail We had no plan We just set a course We thought that we could not fail Built on an impulse as deep as oceans Strong as the currents as far below We had our fun Our laughter in moonlight But gradually the current turned slow But please stay To pick one more flower And let’s spend an hour And pretend we are free Then one day If I ever need you And I ever see you I will say I believe Give me a song that I can sing too baby Write me a line so that I can hold And maybe one day We’ll be able to smile And let that last tear drop go. But please stay To pick one more flower And lets spend an hour And pretend we are free Then one day If I ever need you And I ever see you I will say I believe. |
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Heaven blue....poem 21
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Heaven blue
Heaven blue Where angles play saxophones While the faith audience on the cloud nine jazz cafe Listen to there angelic sounds Play misty for me? Asks the new arrival As he reaches the pearly gates And the winged hosts abide & misty also agrees Heaven blue Where Peter plays piano And Moses conducts with wooden staff The notes parting to make a wave of sound Music cascades And brings a resurrection of applause Soul music for the soul In the eternal opening hours of cloud nine jazz cafe Heaven blue |
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Greetings pkd1220 - which phrase was that!
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For all
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Thank you pkd1220
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:-)
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It’s lovely to see you again
Hey Yes it’s lovely to see you again My friend Come sit a while A while Yes awhile And it’s lovely to see you again My friend I see we’ve learnt to smile To smile Yes to smile How time passes quickly by No more than a blink Of an eye Is this really Where we meet Among so many strangers As we share a seat Hey Yes it’s lovely to see you again My friend Come sit a while A while Yes awhile And it’s lovely to see you again My friend I see we’ve learnt to smile To smile Yes to smile It’s been sometime That we’ve last spoken Somewhere inside Memories have woken Is it really that long ago? I look older But I guess you know Hey Yes it’s lovely to see you again My friend Come sit a while A while Yes awhile And it’s lovely to see you again My friend I see we’ve learnt to smile To smile Yes to smile As you can tell Eventually The years rolled on I got married as well The feelings I have I thought went away But seeing you now They were meant to stay Yes it’s lovely to see you again My friend Come sit a while A while Yes awhile And it’s lovely to see you again My friend I see we’ve learnt to smile To smile Yes to smile After all these years We are back on our own And the cruelness of age Has placed us here in this home Perhaps companionship Was meant to be I know I’ve missed you But have you missed me Yes it’s lovely to see you again My friend Come sit a while A while Yes awhile And it’s lovely to see you again My friend I see we’ve learnt to smile To smile Yes to smile |
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Ripples of Laughter
Perhaps I can sit And send all my secrets to you Think of your face And hope all of those signals get through Well I wrote on the water But my words just clung to the shore The ripples just echoed with laughter And I wrote no more How times have changed But still nothing has changed after all Time is a healer But will always leave the wounds sore I melted the ice And my reasons started to flow But when I had turned you had gone They had nowhere to go With glass held in hand I sip wine from those bygone (lays The bottle is empty Now all I can see is a haze I think of those ripples And wonder if they have a home Or do they just wait To see all my words sink like a stone Perhaps I should place All these things I say in a boat And build it with memories In the hope that my words stay afloat And attach a message So perhaps it might find its way And I’ll wait by the shore For a reply that may come back one day. |
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Reminds me of those little Garfield’s with plastic suckers on their paws attached to the inside rear windows of Austin Allegro’s.
Clingy is perceived by the person the action is directed too, and perhaps it is not the action under question but the perceiver. Could it be the perceiver is the one who should be removing personal hurdles, rather than the personal judging? |
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What happened to HTML?
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PHP is personal pref, but then again depends on the functionality your seeking.
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A twisted fairy tale (Red ridinghood’s version)
Come here my sweet Lay on my cloak of red Here upon the scented earth Make contact with the dead As the trees stand watching I shall hold you in my arms You will taste the sweetness Of my bitter charms There really is no escape From a twisted fairytale Sometimes happy endings take the road to hell Can you think of a reason? Why children should believe In a twisted fairytale You will never leave. For many years I have never walked in fear The woods are my enchantment The path I take is clear I’ve heard many stories When eventually we’d meet Though the wolf is at the doorstep My veins will never bleed There really is no escape From a twisted fairytale Sometimes happy endings take the road to hell Can you think of a reason? Why children should believe In a twisted fairytale You will never leave. I will run my fingers down your spine And you can taste my lips Feel your breath upon my breasts And your tongue upon my hips As your passion rises Upon your fleshy scented bed I will rip your throat out Which is why my cloak is red There really is no escape From a twisted fairytale Sometimes happy endings take the road to hell Can you think of a reason? Why children should believe In a twisted fairytale You will never leave. |
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Clown....poem 17
Edited by
etihn
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Clown
Sitting here all alone The place where I sit my home The tears in my eyes bring joy But I am falling Out here no one knows The face behind big red nose A clown in a circus act Just performing The people laugh The people smile To the act that I made To make all those children happy The sound of the audience roar And want another encore They paid so they want more With more applauding Candy floss fills the air As a lion sits on a chair Why can’t I walk trapeze It more rewarding Not long to go To end the show And the fat man throws a pie To wipe the tear from my eye. |
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Mr. Ben....poem 16
Edited by
etihn
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Mr.Ben
My friend Mr. Ben Well he’s a friend of mine Mr. Ben he is a friend of mine He met a girl at a groceries store She dropped her apples on the floor He’s picked them up and she wants more And he’s a friend of mine Yes Mr. Ben he is a friend of mine Tired eyes and cigarettes They’ll be making promises they’ll forget She’ll send him a postcard when she gets home And pretend there together on the telephone Mr. Ben It’s his first date So he asks her were would she like to go And her reply was a cinema show So with excitement He buy’s some flowers Now he sits in his room and he’s counting the hours Time is an autograph And Mr. Ben is a friend of mine So off the go To the cinema show so the back row Well Mr. Ben’s so shy So she rests her hand upon his thigh But he remembers the words that his mother said Now don’t be late and go straight to be And it’s a tragedy Mr. Ben he is a friend of mine. Tired eyes and cigarettes She’ll be making promises she’ll forget Then send you a postcard when she gets home And pretend you’re together when you’re all alone. |
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Thnk you once again Ainjel. Busy writing more mow, and shall post in a few days.
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Sometimes..... poem 4
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City Drug Mama.....poem 11
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And once again thank you Ainjel
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Hi once again Ainje. please if there is more then feel free to contribute, as it's nice to see.
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Hi AinjelI would really like to say thank you for your positive comments on my things. The answer is mostly yes to your question, but dont consider to be myself a musician. Take care ...
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Mysteries......poem 6
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Thank you both Ainjel & pkh
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