We’re three weeks into this challenge! Today’s prompt comes from Bruce Niedt.
Here’s Bruce’s prompt: Take a random list of five song titles – the source could be a shuffled MP3 playlist, a CD, the next five songs on your favorite radio station, etc. Use as many of these titles as you can in a poem.
Robert’s attempt at a Song Title Poem:
“Whatever you want”
Tell me: What’s on your mind? Because
I’ve been curious ever since you set my heart
ablaze–as if I was born to die–what you expect
from me. Liar, liar, man on fire, I’m just a lover
for your lies, especially when you invite me
to the carnival of your mind: You! Me! Dancing!
[Playlist: "Tell Me (What's on Your Mind)," by Allah-Las; "Man on Fire," by Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes; "You! Me! Dancing!," by Los Campesinos!; "Carnival," by Shovels & Rope; and "Born to Die," by Lana Del Rey.]
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I just finished a poem that goes along these lines, but includes the titles of every song by my favorite band, Rush. I’m new to this, so any constructive criticism would be much appreciated…
Dedicated to Neil Peart. Who has been my greatest inspiration.
On a mission to find everyday glory, we cling to our beliefs.
To protect our open secrets, we keep them under lock and key.
Donning war paint, armor and sword; we defend our territories.
False bravado is second nature; part of our chemistry.
We expect something for nothing, neurotica to the extreme.
Never daring to explore beyond our middletown dreams.
The marathon has to stop at night, no available light to see.
Yet as Didacts And Narpets, we hold on to this virtuality.
Malignant Narcissism spreads like chain lightning.
Half the world has the disease.
We hide inside our subdivisions
until high water makes us flee.
Stuck in limbo in the twilight zone,
we stare at the big wheel.
Not knowing if we’re losing it,
or if what we see is real.
The Manhattan project bore a weapon
like a mothers only son.
The superconductor oblivious,
to the damage he has done.
We follow the big money
reaching in hand over fist.
The presentation of a Bacchus Plateau;
too tempting to resist.
I want to go the way the wind blows,
watch the stars look down on me.
If there’s a ghost of a chance I’ll take it,
at the risk of heresy.
I’m going on a headlong flight
gonna fly by night.
Will I roll the bones?
You bet your life!
Gonna stick it out.
Cut to the chase.
Regardless of the circumstances,
I’m gonna wear my bravest face.
I’m not getting any younger and I think I’m going bald.
So like a modern day Tom Sawyer, it’s time to hit the road.
I’m finding my way,
doing the best I can.
Making memories,
gonna take a friend.
I’m shedding my red lenses
Now the future I can see.
I’m going to meet my Hero’s when I get to YYZ
I’m here again, and I need some love,
won’t you be part of my epilogue
We’ll gain some scars, and shed some tears.
countdown our lives in dog years.
Don’t ignore the vital signs, because entre nous,
what you’re doing, I want to do with you.
We can dance to the mystic rhythms of Der Trommler, paint the world the color of right.
Play games with time and motion and bathe in the limelight.
I’m gonna write you an Anthem, a madrigal, an answer to Broon’s Bane…
I’ll call on the spirt of radio, to take away your pain.
We’ll share a sweet miracle; panacea, one little victory.
We’ll keep working them angels overtime, until the next discovery.
We can travel at the speed of love, and yet make time stand still.
Say a farewell to kings and follow different strings because we’re driven by freewill.
Share good news first, and leave the rest beneath, between and behind.
Live life outside the camera eye, forget their grand designs.
There’s no need to handle with kid gloves you’re not between the wheels.
So carve away the stone. You ain’t got to be nobody’s hero.
Ceiling unlimited; now’s the time to start
to build a peaceable kingdom, closer to the heart.
You may call me faithless, because I hold on to my sins.
But that’s how it is that I defy; the enemy within.
Face up on an alien shore I watched red tide hide between sun and moon.
Saw a ghost rider chasing a vapor trail just because he was In the mood.
I felt the rays from Cygnus X-1 and drank from the fountain of lamneth
I watched the necromancer cast his spell and felt the halo effect.
I marveled at the natural science around me, the sea, the sky, the trees.
Emotion detector on overdrive. I could feel the whole worlds needs.
The spindrift slapped me in the face, letting me know who was the prime mover
and presto, I knew then that I had to choose between before and after.
O’ Baterista You’ve inspired me to come out of the dark.
To leave la villa strangiato and take a stroll through Lakeside park.
To spend time in the garden and fill the larger bowl.
To take the pass to Xanadu and seek the seven cities of gold.
To find a passage to Bangkok and reach the summit of Tai’ Shan.
To teach my son the Analog Kid about the Digital Man.
To ask the question (where’s my thing?) To hope, to animate.
To tell my foes I wish them well and then to turn the page.
Clockwork Angels watch the working man, the wreckers and the anarchist.
While the new world man and carnies; address the main monkey business.
This is an overture, a nocturne, and my soliloquy.
A far cry from the things that I was brought up to believe.
Like the anagram for “addicts and parents” in this prose,
You can jump upon the caravan, or leave that thing alone.
Earthshine; An afterimage of life’s lessons; a cold fire that can burn and freeze.
A secret touch, like a distant early warning, from an Oracle: The Dream.
I’m a Cinderella Man from Rivendell born on Bastille Day
In the Temples of Syrinx room 2112 / Red Sector A.
The body electric; out of the cradle, running at force ten
I’ll keep following this dreamline, until I’m home again.
With By-Tor and the Snow dog, my red barchetta, and my friends,
where we can be together, for Armageddon, in the end.
I’ll stand beside the totem, where I met Dionysus,
and watch the grand finale; with no regrets.
I’ll send one last test for echo; screaming “please now, show, don’t tell”
Then I’ll follow Jacob’s ladder up to heaven? down to hell?
The witch hunt will be over, double agent’s exposed, and we’ll find out once and for all who was right with what they know.
Compiled by Mark Nissenbaum. Completed Jan. 5, 2013.
I took a train to the nearest city,
Abolition of Man.
It was an island in the middle of the city
and everyone knew it.
They called me a Quitter,
so I wanted to prove them wrong.
Soon in, I found the faintest of Platform Blues,
it’s that little inkling of a notion that
the absolution you seek will not be where you are.
The last time was 17 Years ago.
Since then, I hadn’t looked back.
But, here I am, a long time down the way,
and I am Barely Breathing.
Thrice- “The Abolition of Man”; Toadies- “Quitter”; Pavement- “Platform Blues”; Ratatat- “17 Years”; Duncan Shiek- “Barely Breathing”
Walk Along
“Who wants to be lonely,”
I say while winds blow.
I walk the streets of love alone,
alone too long.
Here I go again
when reflections dim,
and solitude becomes loneliness.
When shadows grow long,
I recall someone’s kind words,
“I’m crazy on you,”
someone so kind,
I let go
a long time ago.
Songs- Crazy On You-Heart; Here I Go Again-Whitesnake;
Who Wants To Be Lonely-Kiss; Streets Of Love-The Rolling Stones.
Day 21
Mix prompt: 5 random song titles
Ha, used 6!
We Can Work It Out
Eleanor Rigby, baby, I’m amazed.
Blackbird doesn’t fly away as quick & skittish as you do.
Paperback writer doesn’t crank out novels as slowly as you forgive.
Don’t buy a ticket to ride.
Come stay by my side.
Ooops – I forgot to credit Who Knew? by Pink. (I used a bunch of songs on my 5k playlist on my iPod,)
I Wanna Be a Billionaire
If I had a million dollars
I’d get help from finance scholars
to learn to make more out of air
so I could be a Billionaire.
I’m a daydream believer? Cool!
Who knew that twisting by the pool
with economics might prepare
me to become a Billionaire.
It’s not a bad romance, you know,
‘cause cash is Le Jazz Hot, and so
come on Eileen – I do forswear
I shall become a Billionaire.
I’m breathless dreaming of ka-ching!
because the night can bring on bling.
I’m not just livin’ on a prayer?
I wanna be a Billionaire.
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1.) If I Had $1,000,000 (Bare Naked Ladies); 2.) Help! (The Beatles); 3.) Billionaire (Glee cast/Travie McCoy and Bruno Mars); 4.) Daydream Believer (The Monkees); 5.) Twisting by the Pool (Dire Straits); 6.) Bad Romance (Lady Gaga); 7.) Le Jazz Hot (Julia Andrews, Victor/Victoria); 8.) Come On, Eileen (Dexy’s Midnight Runners); 9.) Breathless (The Corrs); 10.) Because the Night (Patti Smith); 11.) Livin’ on a Prayer (Bon Jovi)
Five-song Challenge Poem
Jesus,
Majesty,
How great Thou art.
Tis’ so sweet to trust in Jesus,
I’m madly in love with you.
This one was a real challenge… http://hopefuljo.wordpress.com/2012/11/21/365-creativity-project-day-317/
(I was shopping yesterday, so this is late.)
Inner Voices
be Thou my vision,
let me see without question.
Will the circle be unbroken?
I am a lonely pilgrim astride
a horse with no name.
The sleeper has awakened.
I cannot return.
Inner Voices (R. Carlos Nakai)
Be Thou My Vision (Irish hymn)
Will the Circle Be Unbroken (hymn by Ada Ruth Habershon)
A Horse with No Name (America, written by Dewey Bunnell)
The Sleeper Has Awakened (Gayatri Mantra)
SONGS -
Memories
Old Man River
I Did it My Way
Moonlight Becomes You
You Keep Coming Back Like a Song
There Goes that Song Again
(Day21)
Memories,
how they come and go
like that old man river’s
ebb and flow.
Silvered
by moonlight I hear its song
I did it my way
as it marches on
Moonlight
becomes you, did you know
how deep my love
for you did grow
Remembered
kisses, a love so strong
you keep coming back
like a song.
Got carried away….
Home: Michael Buble & Phil Phillips
I Can Only Imagine: Mercy Me
Both Sides Now & River: Joni Mitchell
Gravity: Sara Bareilles
Cat’s in the Cradle: Harry Chapin
The Dance: Garth Brooks
Dust in the Wind: Kansas
Hands: Jewel
Greatest Love of All: Whitney Houston
I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing & Dream On: Aerosmith
If: Bread
Let it Be: Beatles
Hallelujah Leonard Cohen
Sometimes when We Touch Dan hill
(Vincent) Starry Starry Night: Don McLean
Morning has Broken: Cat Stevens
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Let It Be
Morning has broken
from both sides now.
The starry starry night
has been captured on the canvas
where I dream on.
I can only imagine
if the cat’s in the cradle
you, shirtless and in flannel
pants giving thanks to the
greatest love of all.
I want us to gather pieces
of our being in acts of remembering
that sometimes when we touch,
hearts and hands affirm achingly:
I don’t want to miss a thing.
I will skate home to our river
where what isn’t held by gravity,
like the dance of baring
hallelujahs, whispers
through dust in the wind.
It took a while to find time to give to this prompt…in order to stick with my theme of “shadormas” this month…
FOR YOU
(a shadorma)
I wanted
a woman like you.
I feel like
a rockstar,
with you. I’m thankful that the
goodbyes made you mine.
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“For You” – Keith Urban
“Wanted” – Hunter Hayes
“A Woman Like You” – Lee Brice
“Feel Like A Rock Star” – Kenny Chesney & Tim McGraw
“Goodbyes Made You Mine” – JT Hodges
Beautiful work — I don’t have the patience for most formal poetry forms, but I really admire your creativity!
Short and sweet
The phone rings…
“Hello?”
“Yes?”
“Help!”
“What’s up?”
“I am the walrus!”
…I hang up.
Playlist:
Hello – Lionel Richie
Yes – Merry Clayton
Help – The Beatles
What’s Up – 4 Non Blondes
I Am The Walrus – The Beatles
GOOD BYE RUBY TUESDAY
I cover the waterfront all day, all night, I see
who comes and goes there, spending all their time
in sleazy dives that span its length, the slime
that walks in to congregate there. It’s not me
yet something tells me humanity can be found
here, too, among the hopeless wanderers that
crawl from pub to pub to seek out what
they lack. So they come to meet me around
midnight, Mary and make sure nobody knows
about the things we do. They give me all
their loneliness. I take it in reinstall
their self confidence leaving them happier, so it goes
night after night returning to sleep it off
remind myself of what I am, who it is
that is responsible for why everything fizzles
away, waiting for the day to strut my stuff
out forever from this dreary Heartbreak Hotel,
no longer wallowing on the wharf, like crates
strewn on the boats, shipped, accept their fates.
I want to be somewhere, in a place I can tell
belongs to me, with the man I love he’ll be big
and strong who’ll take me out in his canoe
who’ll call me, and I’ll answer too
by still waters reflect. I stretch my legs,
gaze on a paper moon sailing in a cardboard sky,
not make believe because you believe in me,
get married in the chapel, clear and free
so wonderful, wonderful, wonderful my
love in a mountain greenery where the beans
taste better than in a beanery, where the means
justify the ends, just you and I.
Zev Davis
Wow. So this is what happens when you’re busy procrastinating having not baked the pies or done any of the prep for Thanksgiving and instead you are really really tired and writing random poetry. Decided to do another poem using my first playlist from Ross Dress For Less.
(EVERY OTHER) POP SONG
Ba-ay-by,
I keep holding on,
hopin’ you’ll come back to me
cuz ba-ay-by
while you’re gone
I can’t eat or sleep
I can’t go on,
I’m weak cuz I’m
bleeding emotion
and my every teardrop
is a waterfall of devotion….
Ba-ay-by,
Damn your uncertainty,
you gotta put me out
of my misery,
hurry up and choose—
baby is it her or me?
Come back to me!
(add another dozen “baby”s and shake.)
playlist: all over now–eric hutchinson
every teardrop is a waterfall–coldplay
keep holding on–avril lavigne
misery–maroon 5
hurry up and choose–mozella
LIFE: DAY 1.
The day that I met you,
for the first time
I understood what
the noise was about.
The day that I met you,
for the first time
I dared to say
“I am yours.”
Always I shielded
the essence of me,
I finally trusted
and found I could reach
a hesitant start and move
toward beginning
to let go my heart,
to say thanks,
to be yours,
the day I met you
for the first time.
this playlist is a shuffle from the music on my iphone.
I am yours—the afters
to say thanks—nichole nordeman
reach—peter furler
for the first time—the afters
move—mercy me
Traveling With the Beatles
In my life
The Beatles
have been a part of me.
From my earliest memories,
Paul, John, George and Ringo
have sung to me of places
and things
I never would have dreamed
or imagined
without them.
Before I even knew what country
I lived in, I sang along to Penny Lane,
wondering if there were pennies
there, and that’s why
it was named that.
Strawberry Fields, must be
just like the fields and yard
I played in, only with more
strawberries,
naturally.
I’ve been Across the Universe,
Back in the U.S.S.R., and
even in an Octopus’s Garden,
(probably in my Yellow Submarine)
all due to the
poetry
put to music
that they played,
a soundtrack to my
childhood.
And what a
Long and Winding Road
it has been.
Thank you, fellas.
Well, i decided that to get 5 absolutely random songs i would take one for the team (my team) and go shopping at Ross to Shazam their playlist. Not sure that was the best use of my time on the day before i’m cooking a big part of a meal for 12….but i had fun.
SONGS IN THE KEY OF LIFE.
They say “life is a beach”
and “life is a highway”
and “life is a bitch”
but my life’s a byway
traveled too little,
insignificant, small
but my every teardrop
is a waterfall.
I make too much of misery
not enough of the other
if it was all over now
who’d even bother
remembering the day
my souI left this earth,
turned my body to ash,
and ponder my worth?
If I keep holding on
can I learn how to dance
can I learn how to live
maybe give love a chance?
with the years I have left
will I open my eyes
to maybe see beauty,
to maybe be wise?
there’s still time to learn
all of life’s many hues
I must quit wasting time,
hurry up
and
choose.
playlist: all over now–eric hutchinson
every teardrop is a waterfall–coldplay
keep holding on–avril lavigne
misery–maroon 5
hurry up and choose–mozella
It was also interesting to see how many songs were familiar yet i had no idea what their name was. huh.
And “life is a highway” was a freebie. it just happened to fit.
Someday
I’m not saying I won’t stay
with you – but I can’t live
here forever, and you’ve
always known that. You
let it be me who had to
make the changes – leave
friends, family, work, but I
told you it was just until I got
that apple tree to bear fruit.
Not everything revolves around
your career, not even the trees
will wait for you to say they
can blossom. I have no fear
of wasted time, no regrets when
I think of the choices, our children,
but I know my way back home.
I’m Not Sayin’ – Gordon Lightfoot
Let It Be Me – The Indigo Girls
Changes – David Bowie
Not Even the Trees – Hootie and the Blowfish
Fear of Wasted Time – Courtyard Hounds
I can’t decide if I want to read all the poetry, or go listen to all the great songs! This is my best dilemma ever!
Thoughts on Shuffle
All I Want To Do
is just be lazy, or
maybe change the world?
I don’t know.
Don’t ask me right now.
Just toss your wish in the well, or
Call Me, Maybe?
but you know, I’m so sorry:
I might be out — somewhere
shuffling on, because
I Just Can’t Leave It Alone
not hard to believe
when it feels so darn good
but then again,
Everybody Got Their Something
that makes you feel like moving,
to get you in that groove thing
smiling sweet time
like Pure Soul flowing,
and throwing down
in the dream academy
that sweeps away
the daily dust of life:
that’s all I really wanna do.
All I Want To Do, Sugarland
Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen
Can’t Leave It Alone, The Monophonics
Everybody Got Their Something, Nikka Costa (Blue Crush Soundtrack)
Pure Soul, Elijah and the Ebonites
I felt the connection
fall away, as if severed
in an instant
the second I stopped
chasing a surplus
that only ever existed
in this moment,
but not the next,
concentrating instead
on a higher goal
a Higher Ground
offering a better perspective
the people I pass by
may still see me
but they cannot Feel Me
Flow gradually towards
a greater understanding
now that the weight
of dependence has lifted
i am free to pursue
my own desires
as a man Given To Fly
from the confines of
this deterministic system
sometimes it feels
just Like Suicide-
worldly objects fade
stretching out
beneath my feet
me rising above them
slowly, no longer focused
on the individual, but
on the whole of society
crowded around centers
of material production
while I observe in isolation
suddenly realizing
the loneliness
that accompanies revelation,
but At Least I’m Not As Sad
As I Used To Be
“Higher Ground” – Stevie Wonder
“Feel Me Flow” – Naughty by Nature
“Given To Fly” – Pearl Jam
“Like Suicide” – Soundgarden
“At Least I’m Not As Sad As I Used To Be” – fun.
Maria-In-Motion
All I get at National
Coney Island are
hugs from boys
and peppermints.
I’ll sleep alone tonight
because that is what
happens to a girl
whose daddy is sheriff.
Playlist
son ambulances-“maria in motion”
Godspeed you black emperor!-“Coney Island”
Braid-“hugs from boys”
commander venus-“peppermints”
Why Don’t You Love Me?
I
Reflected in the blue of the pool
is the rising of the killing moon.
Blue turned bitter
with your last caress.
II
I don’t mind the pain
but I’m tired of being alive.
I’m going down to die
by the flowers on the wall.
Playlist
Danzig – “Tired of Being Alive”
Danzig – “I don’t Mind the Pain”
Danzig- “Going Down to Die”
The Statler Brothers – “Flowers on the Wall”
Misfits –“ Last Caress”
Echo and the Bunnymen – “The Killing Moon”
Donna Regina – “Blue of the Pool”
Via Tania – “The Rising”
This was great!! Thank you.
http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2012/11/21/day-twenty-one-song-titles-and-some/
Nov 21: write a song titles poem — write down 5 random titles and use in poem
Listen to the Radio
A rollicking rock tune blasts out from my car
but who is it singing? I don’t know who they are.
The title as well is a deep mystery.
If they ever announced it, was not heard by me.
The titles I guessed at have come from first lines:
something about loving, something about wine,
a bit about turkey, a peaceful white dove.
The titles were missing, and thus hard to love.
You ask, what’s the point of my writing this down?
You’re staring right at me, your face wears a frown.
“And how many titles in all did you use?”
Oh, honey, I’m singing the no-title the blues.
Margaret Fieland
LOL! love it.
feeling you, feeling me
hearts in overdrive
sun shoots red and blond
everywhere singing the blues
me and Bobby McGee slipping away
our souls torched, hearts beating
like a jack hammer, gear jammer
this wretched lava of love
Songs: Me and Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin; Everywhere – Fleetwood Mac; Torched – Michael Hedges; Gear Jammer – George Thorogood & the Destroyers; Feeling You, Feeling Me – Alicia Keys
“My digital epitaph”
In misty air under maples
Words appear on this glowing screen
Winking from this block of marble.
Daniel Ari remains serene.
He thought it unbelievable
Luck that woke him into being.
He dwelled more in joy that sorrow,
Relished the taste of tangerine,
And loved to improvise a score
Between awestruck and laughable.
From abundant adoration
He handcrafted words into poems.
His words said much; his actions more
Just before he returned to loam
He prayed: May All Be Forgiven.
He welcomes you to read of him
While skylarks sing, here at his home.
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My random iTunes playlists were TOO random between all the audiobook chapters, so I applied a few parameters: songs only and only one-word titles:
Tangerine—Ray Brown
Misty—Sarah Vaughan
Epitaph—Preacher Boy
Unbelievable—EMF
Skylark—Mel Torme
This time
I only need to stay,
bide a bit, be alone,
make my peace
with wind and sky
close my eyes
breathe and be
before I’m moving on
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My playlist consists of 8 songs — all from one artist — Kristen Graves. You can check out her music & learn more about her at her website: http://www.kristengraves.com/kristen graves. She’s awesome!
My Kristen Graves Playlist:
“Time” by Kristen Graves
“Stay” by Kristen Graves
“Alone” by Kristen Graves
“Peace” by Kristen Graves
“Wind” by Kristen Graves
“Sky” by Kristen Graves
“Close My Eyes” by Kristen Graves
“Moving On” by Kristen Graves
The Good King Comes
Bring precious gifts to the good King
(Wenceslas isn’t the one I mean).
He’s just a child, or so it seems.
What child is this? His people sing
“O come, o come Emmanuel,”
And He has answered their plea.
Listen to Him and you will see:
He asks not for your silver and gold,
And from what I have long been told,
He offers infinitely more
Than just a holly jolly Christmas
Purchased from a local store.
(“A Holly Jolly Christmas,” “O Come, O Come Emmanuel,” “Good King Wenceslas,” “What Child Is This?” and “Silver and Gold” are songs I randomly opened my Christmas music book up to.)
Wishing You Were Here
Rising, I think
Oh, what a beautiful morning!
Then I remember you -
the night before you left -
the words unsaid -
the dreams put on hold.
In the evening,
I stand by the shore
wondering where you are now.
Do prayers travel
across the Universe
on a highway of stars?
This is dedicated to all those who will not be with loved ones this Thanksgiving. Prayers for a safe return home for all our military.
Playlist
–Oh what a beautiful morning – Ray Charles
–I remember you – Gene Harris
–In the evening – Mel Torme
–Across the Universe – Geoffrey Keezer
–The night before – Beatles
Poetic Fun
I’m a playful, corky poet.
I’m sexy and I know it.
I’m too sexy for my verse.
My poems rule the universe.
You can’t break my stride.
I’m aiming high.
My work’s sealed with a kiss.
U can’t touch this!.
Songs used:
I’m sexy and I know it – LMFAO
I’m too sexy – Right Said Fred
Break my stride – Matthew Wilder
Sealed with a kiss – Bobby Vinton
U can’t touch this – McHammer
Dangit! Ignore the period at the end.
I meant QUIRKY, not corky. LOL
i was wondering what a corky poet was.
It is bad, and I don’t want to be it. LOL
Hey Bruce, this is my favorite prompt so far!
Poetic Asides November Challenge – Day 21
Write a random list of song titles, and use
them in a poem.
Songs: Break It Up, Patti Smith
Born To Run, Bruce Springsteen
I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing, Aerosmith
Ball and Chain, Janis Joplin
Heroin, Lou Reed
Grow Up Little Girl
That heroin habit, baby,
going’ to kill you eventually.
Can’t you see?
It’s like a ball
and chain pullin’
you down. Stuck.
A glob of glue, man,
losin’ yourself. You got
to break it up, set yourself
free. I remember a teenage
girl sayin’, `I don’t want to miss
a thing in life.’ Born to run
with the wild pack, you were.
Now, I see a screwed up
woman, standin’ still,
missin’ her life.
“Something To Believe In” (ode to Bon Jovi, 30 songs…couldn’t help myself!)
I Believe that if I can
Keep the Faith and a
Little Bit of Soul;
Ride the Mystery Train
even when there’s a
Thorn In My Side,
I’ll survive in this
Broken Promiseland.
You see, These Days
I’m Just Older,
but It’s My Life
When asked,
“What Do You Got?”
I answer,
“The Fire Inside,
A Diamond Ring,
and A Bed of Roses
with my Superman Tonight.”
When asked what I’ve learned,
I answer,
“Love’s the Only Rule,
I can’t Save the World,
Everybody’s Broken, yet
Wild Is the Wind.”
As for advice,
well, This Ain’t a Love Song,
but realize that in every
Two Story Town,
Without Love,
You’re Wanted Dead or Alive.
So, If You Want toMake a Memory,
Never Say Goodbye,
just keep Livin’ On a Prayer,
Stick To Your Guns,
and know that
I’ll Be There For You,
with Every Beat Of My Heart
…just don’t Lie To Me.
Orbit
What goes around … comes
so many times, you begin
to get sick of it, frankly.
Everything repeats
sooner or later; life runs
on invisible wheels
that are easy to feel
spinning under you
if you’re not too
brokenhearted
to feel anything but
your brokenness.
So what? It’s easy to forget
the cycles that run us,
when it seems as if
everything moves forward,
not in circles, after all. I like it,
the illusion that we’re each
walking somewhere, or
that any of us is able
to hold still, ever.
“I will wait,” we say. But
there is no waiting, only transit,
on our loop around the sun.
i especially love the first and last stanzas.
Hold on! Hold on!
There’s something new here:
hot as fever.
And it’s you.
Hold on,
hold on–you are my doorbuster sale:
You’ve got me waking up at dawn
with crazy specials in my head.
There’s something novel going down,
like four and twetnty devils
in an exorcism bed
you make me dizzy–
You must be rum and coke–
to spin my world like cotton candy.
and turn it fizzy.
you’re my next big thing
you knock me
haywire.
Hold on!
your’e my boots of spanish leather
red as sin and hot as fire
you’re my goodyear blimp
come take me higher
There’s something new here:
hot as fever.
And it’s you.
(And it’s you
Hold on, hold on
come take me higher
rum and coke
fever)
Typical Clueless Male
Maybe I misread your signals
but you ignored my semaphore flags.
Are you playing hard to get?
The resistance is killing me.
I could be wrong
but I’m not wrong long.
This seems the right place to fade out
and come in again.
Let’s go back to the start.
You had me at a fake hello.
[Playlist:
Back to the Start - Lily Allen
Not Wrong Long - Nazz
The Right Place to Fade - Lindsay Buckingham
The Resistance - Sam Roberts
A Fake Hello - Young Fresh Fellows]
Haha!! i like.
And what a fun prompt.
Most of these are on my youtube playlist
I’ll be faithful to you
For when somebody loves you
That’s all I need to know
So I’ll come running straight to you
After all this time
You’re still you
You’re the only place
That feels like home to me
Without You
I’m a bird without wings
With You
I can fly
And I’m alive
In your eyes
My heart is home again
You are always on my mind
When you say you love me
I believe
The first time ever I saw your face
I cried
Thank-you Jesus
From a higher window
I know you’re there
Love rains down
I am amazed
As you whisper to my soul
Don’t give up
You are loved
© Janet Martin
Yes, there are more than five…it was too much fun!
Song title poem
I’ll be faithful to you…Don Williams
For when somebody loves you…Alan Jackson
That’s all I need to know…Alan Jackson
So I’ll come running straight to you…Josh Groban
After all this time…Rodney Crowell
You’re still you…Josh Groban
You’re the only place…Josh Groban
That feels like home to me…Chantal Kreviazuk
Without You…David Guetta
I’m a bird without wings…Celtic Thunder
With You…Josh Groban
I can fly…Angel Gabriel
And I’m alive…Celine Dion
In your eyes…Peter Gabriel
My heart is home again…Josh Groban
You are always on my mind…Michal Buble
When you say you love me…Josh Groban
I believe…Elvis Presley
The first Time I ever saw your face…Celine Dion
I cried…Katie Melua
Thank-you Jesus…Terry Clark
From a higher window…Josh Groban
I know you’re there…Casting Crowns
Love rains down…Gary B
I am amazed…Lone Star
As you whisper to my soul…Brian Houston
Don’t give up
You are loved…Josh Groban
Playlist:
A Thousand Years–Christine Perri
You Raise Me Up—Josh Groban
I Don’t Care Anymore—Phil Collins
Can’t Be Tamed—Miley Cyrus
Where Have You Been—Rihanna
Belle’s Lament
I could have asked you
“Where have you been
All of my life? Though
I know I don’t care anymore
About an answer coming from
Across a thousand years.
It’s enough that you can
You raise me up to pinnacles
Of expectations, in flurries
That can’t be tamed to give
Me unimagined immortality.
Yoko, Missing John, Crashes the Party
The reunion was jolly good, considering only half
the old band could make it, but she showed up—She
came in through the bathroom window—something
about thinking there was a cover charge
and having left her bag back at the apartment.
“I used to tell John, ‘You never give me your money,’
but now on my own, I forget it half the time. Hate
lugging a purse, having to carry that weight.
Not sure what I have in there. Maxwell’s Silver
Hammer?” Straightening her hair, her black pants,
black blouse, she knows they think she carries on,
playing the grieving widow card, fancying herself
Her Majesty, when, honestly, she wore black because
it was slimming. “Oh, darling,” she whispered,
I wish you were here; I want you–back here with me.”
Whenever they come together, in the end
she prays to make a subtle departure, hurrying
home to golden slumbers, waking early enough
to peek out her window and shout to the world:
“Here Comes the Sun, but how I still miss him.
He used to be my Sun King.”
(Not all of Abbey Road, but anyone who knows the album will tease out the play list–those that aren’t blatantly obvious, that is.)
Grace Changes Everything
Grace changes everything, I know.
Trials and troubles come and go.
We wonder why we’re in pain.
There’s a reason for the rain.
In drought, plants can’t grow.
God’s outrageous love is the loam
Where roots stay firm when winds blow.
No matter life’s terrain,
Grace changes everything.
When seeds are planted row by row,
it appears nothing is below.
But through faith we attain
as we go from seed to grain.
He produces joy from woe.
Grace changes everything.
Play list:
Grace Changes Everything by Jamie Slocum
There’s a Reason for the Rain by Jamie Thiettan
Outrageous Love by Krissy Nordhoff
Song Titles
It’s hard to explain why Christmas
makes me cry—as though the
holiday takes and gives but takes
more than it gives, and I am second
on the priority list for being given
anything like time alone, a singly
silent night to help me hold it all
together right now and still be able
to say “Blessed be your name” to
the only one worthy of being told
such a thing. What Christmas means
to me, then, is something more than
the blinking lights and the jars of
candy and the cinnamon sticks and
the tang of evergreen and juniper,
and especially more than the Santa
at the mall, who chain-smokes in
between telling lies to naïve children
and their harried parents: Christmas,
someone wise once said to me, is
a heart issue at the heart of it.
Playlist: “What Christmas Means to Me,” “Christmas Makes Me Cry,” “Silent Night” (Mandisa); “Blessed Be Your Name” (Tree63); “I Am Second” (Newsboys)
LOVE this!!
Hi Julie,
I was afraid the song titles would make the poem clunky, but I appreciate your comment.
Thanks so much!
Simple Days
The brightly lighted windows are frosty,
The snowman is keeping a cheerful vigil,
And the stars are shining as brightly
As angels from the realms of glory
As we go crunching through the snow,
Leaving behind nutcracker, sweets and all
To traipse together aimlessly for awhile.
When Santa Claus gets your letter,
I hope he finds you asked for nothing more,
Because there can really be nothing better
Than simple days spent together.
That’s what I want for Christmas,
Really, for me and all of you.
(“Frosty the Snowman,” “Angels from the Realms of Glory,” “That’s What I Want for Christmas,” “Nutcracker Sweets,” and “When Santa Claus Gets Your Letter” are the first five songs I randomly opened my Christmas music book to.)
Not only do I like a lot of these poems, I like a lot of the playlists too!
I know, right… we can learn a lot about each other this way, can’t we?
Set List
Only now and then my fantasies
run away with me, summoning
scenes after success, hearing our songs
on the radio, our names announced
as the envelope is opened onstage.
Nothing else eases the nightmares
far more true, not as opening act
for some better know local band
but playing bars, high school proms,
country club New Years Eve dances.
In those smoky dreams, our set list
never varies, looping over and over
by request–Brown-Eyed Girl,
Brick House, the Cha Cha Slide,
Rocky Top, Free bird. At least
ten times a night, Free Bird.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Ombra Mai Fu
The long and winding road
always hits me
on the last few kilometers
on my pilgrim’s route
and though I cannot sing
I can think
and I think:
it’s not winding.
And maybe, maybe, maybe
you’ll all be there
and I’ll say:
never has there been a shade.
Along a Mountain Path
We climb the foothills, a blue mountain in the distance.
We want the diamond, and parry all resistance.
Who will be the harvester to reap what God has sown?
Who has the will and greed to reap it for his own?
We find a guide who leads us, so it seems, astray.
He takes us far from what we were certain was the way.
We never find the diamond, but we don’t make a fuss;
We have discovered that love will be enough for us.
Now the guide so strange we all truly recognize.
He is the only way. He is Jesus in disguise.
(“The Harvester,” “Jesus In Disguise,” “Blue Mountain,” “Diamond,” and “Love Will Be Enough For Us” are the first five songs on Brandon Heath’s CD Blue Mountain.)
Revision: the fourth line should read, “Who has the will and greed to claim it for his own?”
Reverse Thread
Lights in the forest
In a sun rush
Reach up to gather threads of sunrise
If you are held in fortune’s hand
You will weave joy.
The water is wide, under your foot
as you walk the weft line
Into the Mist and Stone.
Play List
Reverse Thread Regina Carter
Lights in the Forest, sun rush Yarina
In Fortune’s hand Anam
The Water is wide Maura O’Connell
Mist and Stone Maggie Sansome
Home(Phillip Phillips), Ho Hey (Lumineers), Rolling in the Deep (Adele), Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol), A Thousand Years (Christina Perri)
Feeling the Years
There was a time
when I would chase cars -
Ho hey
and I would roll,
rolling in the deep, luscious smells
which I wanted to permeate
my body like perfume –
Ho hey
But now I feel as if
I’m a thousand years old
and I only chase cars in my dreams
and I’m afraid if I roll, I might not be
able to flip back over, last time I tried,
just yesterday, it was near thing –
Ho hey
Now I just want to be home,
surround by those I love
and who love me
laying before the hearth
dreaming…
Ho hey
Ho hey
Aww me too! lol
Christmas, 1970 (Fullerton, California) (Nov 21 Prompt: Five Song Titles)
It is 1970,
in Fullerton, California,
and the only way
I know
Christmas time is here
is that my brothers and I
are huddled around the TV
(in pre-videotape days)
to watch
the single annual showing
of “A Charlie Brown Christmas.”
Seeing the clear blue skies
bordered by the palm trees
in manicured front lawns,
I couldn’t fathom
the appeal of a white Christmas.
Stores decked themselves out
with festive tinsel,
evergreen garlands
silver bells, and
there was that familiar, comforting
music everywhere.
Even then
as a 7 year old
I sensed the season
was about more
than colorfully wrapped presents,
or diving headfirst
into a marshmallow world,
and I still try to find
a quiet moment
on Christmas Eve,
if not an entire
silent night,
to be thankful
for a gift that
I may never fully
appreciate.
[First five holiday songs I heard: "Christmas Time is Here" "Marshmallow World" "White Christmas" "Silver Bells" "Silent Night."]
Beautiful–and the song titles were weirdly noninvasive (i mean that as a good thing!)
All I know, my brown-eyed girl\
is every breath you take
brings you closer to me
you are resting gentle on my mind
I am returning to you, walking
through the early morning rain.
Pl;aylist All I Know – Art Garfunkle, Brown-Eyed girl – Van Morrison, Every breath you take – James McNally, Gentle on my Mind – Glen Campbell, In the Early Morning rain – Gordon Lightfoot
NEVER SAW IT COMING
I’ll admit, you got to me.
And when you shied away
I got the feeling (oh no,no)
that we were through.
When it comes to love,
I’m a believer.
But, when love goes,
I thank the Lord for the night time.
A solitary man is better off
when he’s kept in the dark.
No one can see his tears.
“You Got to Me”, “I Got the Feeling (Oh No, No)”, I’m A Believer”,
“Thank the Lord For the Night Time” and “Solitary Man” by Neil Diamond
Five, for Fighting
Slice this down the sin
-ter and you may find
kryptonite, super
-man. It’s not easy,
this something about
you that makes me want
to leave, unbreathe. This
repeating middle
refrain: the devil
in the wishing well.
This plea to solve the
riddle (you and I).
.
Playlist (all by Five for Fighting, of course)
Also, each line has five syllables.
The Devil in the Wishing Well
Superman (It’s Not Easy)
Something About You
The Riddle (You and I)
Slice
show & tell
three little birds singing
in the sunshine
“show & tell”– Al Wilson
“three little birds”– Bob Marley
“sunshine”–Keane
IN LOVE AND WAR
The sound of you stays with me.
I see your face here, there and everywhere
and it scares me to think
that I’m on the brink of losing you.
Our battle of words has made me
a wounded soldier of love.
Get back and let’s try to work things out.
My friends say, “She loves you”
but I wonder now if that’s true.
I will not roll over. Beethoven would fight for you.
But then again, he couldn’t hear!
Too many irons in the fire today.
This was a Beatles playlist consisting of:
“Here, There and Everywhere”, “Soldier of Love”, “Get Back”,
“Roll Over, Beethoven” and “She Loves You”
TRASH TALK
Two-hour drive to the base.
Grab pack and dog, lock car, head for
that big bird parked on the runway.
But first, find a strip of grass. “Hurry up!”
I tell her. She knows that means
business. She squats. “Toot suite,”
I add, language hardly mattering
as long as words-talk makes sense
to dog. I might as well say
“yakety-yak, take out the trash,”
she’d know what I mean. The taxi’s
waiting – that C-130 on the runway.
We’re going on a search!
The Beastly Journey:
The Werewolves of London
Ride like the Wind
As they go Sailing
On a Slow RIde
To the Copacabana
Where they will use their Night Moves
On Little Red Riding Hood
her mix tape playlist said it all
breathe
my beloved monster
never say never
a thousand years
the cave
midnight (all night long)
you found me
falling slowly
breakable
yellow
hummingbird
lost cause
the only exception
someone like you
bottle it up
I believe in you
just the way you are
and the birds sing
1,2,3,4
don’t stop believing
I’m yours
1234
sexy and I know it
Every single line is the title of a song – too long to list – and an actual playlist given to me
Too cool an idea!
Great prompt, Bruce. I could do this all day.
The Plan, First Draft
All I wanna do is make a Life,
ya know? Like, Use Myself,
like my Nana says, Use Yourself.
No, I got no like Specifics yet,
but like it’s clear in my Head—
I don’t wanna miss a Thing,
People gonna know I was
always a woman, but Powerful,
rolling in the deep
money, deep Love, deep joy.
You feel me? I got a plan see.
I wanna use me so well
so Well that I leave my mark
so people will Know
and remember I was here.
Chances are, if I’m lucky,
I’ll know it too.
Always a Woman, Billy Joel
Chances Are, Johnny Mathis
I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing, Aerosmith
All I Wanna Do, Sheryl Crow
Rolling in the Deep, Adele
I was Here, Beyonce
SINATRA’S SWAN SONG
Call me irresponsible,
but this is my kind of town!
We start as strangers in the night,
but just as we’re taking flight,
you want your dough!
Wouldn’t you know it?
I guess that’s life!
Sinatra playlist – “Sleep Warm”, “Strangers in the Night”, “That’s Life”,
“Call Me Irresponsible”, “My Kind of Town”
Sleep warm.
Crap! Last line should be – Sleep warm.
SINATRA’S SWAN SONG
Call me irresponsible,
but this is my kind of town!
We start as strangers in the night,
but just as we’re taking flight,
you want your dough!
Wouldn’t you know it?
I guess that’s life!
Sleep warm.
Silent
All these years,
pieces of the night have
fallen from the sky
and here am I
hanging
by a moment,
pondering life
on the moon;
some place of perfect blue
buildings and
sigh no more.
I beckoned and
the heavens said
you would not come
again today.
When you scratch this
surface, do you realize I am
breakable?
Am I born to go? Am I
strong enough
to stay?
.
Playlist (I tried to stick to 5, but 12 titles muscled their way in there):
Pieces of the Night (Gin Blossoms)
Fallen from the Sky (Glen Hansard, from Once)
Life on the Moon (David Cook)
Would Not Come (Alanis Morissette)
Hanging By a Moment (Lifehouse)
Realize (Colbie Caillat)
Sigh No More (Mumford & Sons)
Breakable (Ingrid Michaelson)
Perfect Blue Buildings (Counting Crows)
Strong Enough (Sarah McLachlan)
Stay (Lisa Loeb)
Silent All These Years (Tori Amos)
Carriage clock
Spare me your platitudes
your gleaming balls of light
and milquetoast ukulele anthems
making trifles out of calloused days.
This beggared black tie banquet
is no journey down the Nile
no retrospective treasure hunt to pluck
gold stones from the riverbed below.
No, it is a cold coal war still yet tonight
played out impatiently in borrowed shirts
our souls pressed hard against the concrete wall
while the carriage clock ticks on and on.
—
(My five song titles:
Journey down the Nile – J.D. Souther; Coal War – Joshua James; Concrete Wall – Zee Avi; Ukulele Anthem – Amanda Palmer; Stones From The Riverbed – Matthew Perryman Jones)
Hi Andrew,
Wow . . . and, again, wow. I’m not one to find myself at a loss for words often, but your poem definitely rendered me speechless. Beautiful work!
GOD REST YE MERRY
God rest ye, merry gentlemen
it seems it’s Christmas time again
and He has deemed to let is snow!
There’s still a month before the “show”.
Still, still, still the flakes descend
and on the front porch stands our friend
Santa! Baby, remember when
you would glow from his Ho-Ho-Ho?
God rest ye.
The time draws nigh to start it then,
and set the tree up in the den.
How do I wrap my heart up, Flo,
for Christmas with a month to go?
Please do not shake it, fold it, bend…
God rest ye!
Playlist from my “Christmas” iPod – “Let It Snow” – Dean Martin, “God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen” – Chicago, “Still, Still, Still” – Mannheim Steamroller, “Santa Baby” – Linda Edder,, “How Do I Wrap My Heart Up (For Christmas)?” – Randy Travis
SO great–and the first Christmas shuffle of the day!
Make Love Like A Man
“God
of
Thunder?”
“The Hunter?”
How ’bout “Hey, Stoopid!”
Got your attention now? Listen-
This may sound rather sexist, but if you can’t Make Love
Like A Man, you’re going to find
yourself living in
The House Of
Broken
Love,
dude.
Songs: “House of Broken Love” – Great White, “God of Thunder” – KISS, “The Hunter” – Dokken, “Hey Stoopid” – Alice Cooper, “Make Love Like A Man” – Def Leppard
I’m impressed that you turned this into a “Fib”, Rob.
HAHAHAA! Love the tone of this!
Shuffling
Daughters throw glitter in the air
while dancing around the house
in white boots crying,
a jar of hearts at their bedside
collecting all the insensitive lovers
they fell accidentally in love with
and then the next day shuffle
to the next song, breathe and repeat.
*
Play List:
Daughters- John Mayer
Glitter In the Air- Pink
Cryin’- Aerosmith
White Boots- The Vaughan Bros.
Jar of Hearts- Christina Perri
Insensitive- Jann Arden
Accidentally in Love- Shrek
Breathe- Taylor Swift
Great job, Laurie. I like how you ended with the shuffled-song reference.
HAH! Cool. And sounds like my granddaughters.
Nicely done, Laurie!
I Remember Now
(Based on Queensryche’s Operation: Mindcrime)
I can’t speak
I can’t move
not now
not anymore
Before
I didn’t want anything else
I didn’t believe
that the needle lies
She helped me see
Suite (sic) Sister Mary
he corrupted her
spreading the disease
Gone now
Didn’t say goodbye
and I don’t
believe in love
Anymore
as I sit here
in my empty room
looking into the eyes of a stranger
Maybe
breaking the silence
will help me to
remember now.
Sunrise
offers only cold hope
and I shiver.
It’s just the morning,
I tell myself
as I shake off the night
of ragged dreams
of another never,
of me alone,
watching you retreat.
“I’m your man!”
I shout to the darkness
but you walk away
and I sigh.
So what.
It’s only a dream.
Here’s what iTunes had to offer:
“Sunrise,” The Grateful Dead. “It’s just the Morning,” Lyle Lovett. “‘nother never”, Brian Lynch. “I’m Your Man,” Leonard Cohen and “So What,” Miles Davis.
That turned out well! And i’m glad “it’s only a dream.” And i think, so i don’t get too crazy about the meal i’m cooking tomorrow, i’m gonna use “so what” as my mantra.
Hi Jerry,
Beautiful work. I especially appreciate “another never” — that line, in itself, is inspirational.
Thank you!
Oh yes, Bruce, I should have recognized this prompt as yours (I saw just part of it on my phone earlier.) Where to begin???
Thanks, Robert, for featuring my prompt – it’s one of my favorites and a good “go-to” when I’m stuck for ideas. Sometimes the results are pretty good, sometimes they’re “meh” – this one may fall in the latter category (the last title was a toughie):
Smitten
If you want me
to make sense
it will have to be
after you’re gone.
You’re the one I want to
lay down in the tall grass.
That face like Grace Kelly
knocks me over,
a tree in the avalanche.
I’d do anything for you –
shop on Black Friday,
eat chocolate-covered crickets,
say the alphabet backwards
(…D,C,B,A).
25 horses couldn’t
keep me away.
[Playlist:
If You Want Me – Glen Hansard and Marketa Inglova
Lay Down in the Tall Grass – Timber Timbre
The Avalanche – Sufjan Stevens
Grace Kelly – The Whiffenpoofs
D.C.B.A. -25 – Jefferson Airplane]
You handled that tough title very well!
I loved when you had first suggested this a while back, Bruce. When I’m in a poetic funk, I use the “Niedt Initiative” and scan my playlists. Thanks for this.
Well, I’M impressed!
Late One Night
I was wandering late one night
Pondering the meaning of life
By the light of a pale moon
When I was interrupted by a curious sight
Ghost riders in the sky leaving their trails of fire
As slow moving meteorites
They alighted in my path and approached
‘Tell me young lady, what country are we in?’ The pale rider in front asked
‘Why, it’s America!’ I answered in stammer
The riders in the back broke into chorus
Singing ‘Song of the South’ off key
‘We’re looking for Georgia,’ the leader did say
‘You’re close,’ I stammered again and pointed south ‘it’s about a three hour drive that way!’
‘I guess that fiddler gave us good directions after all!’ The leader said with a sigh
With a tip of his hat, he thanked me and gave me a wink
Then as one they turned their fiery steeds
And galloped away, still singing in their off kilter way
I stood there amazed and watched them go
As odd as it was, the sight as they again lit up the shy
Really was something beautiful
With my path again clear I continued on my walk
No more answers than when I started
But my heart beat lighter
Their song lingering in the air
Long after their trails had faded
“Something Beautiful” by: Newsboys
“It’s America” by: Rodney Atkins
“Song of the South” by: Alabama
“Good Directions” by Billy Currington
“(Ghost)Riders in the Sky” by: Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson
And somehow, i read that and ended up with ‘the devil came down to Georgia’ stuck in my head now…. LOL! This is a fun poem, i especially like that they sing “off kilter.”
She said she said
we would always be together
But I had to carry that weight
and now I’ve got a feeling
that the two of us
will meet again
across the universe
so we just have to let it be
Playlist (The Beatles):
She Said She Said
Carry That Weight
The Two of Us
Across the Universe
Let It Be
This came out really sweet!
Interesting Prompt… I challenged myself to go with the first shuffle… results a bit middling, but cogent.
AS LONG AS WE’RE HERE
I brought you a fresh cut flower,
And you brought lemons today,
Just a kid who waited alone for you,
Sitting on the dock of the bay.
Your white noise lullaby,
Now a distant memory.
The thrill is gone, but we’re still here,
At least talk dirty to me.
“Flower” The Eels
“Lemons” Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers
“Just a Kid” Wilco
“Sitting On The Dock of the Bay” Otis Redding
“White Noise Lullaby” The Paperboys
[Bonus Track] “Talk Dirty To Me” Poison
NOT “a bit middling”–i like it, the flow of the story of it.
SHE’S NOT THERE
“Call me”, she said
but I’d be better off dead to the world.
I call her and she’s not there.
She’s NEVER there!
But she had something!
The face, the hair, the flair
for action and the main attraction
were her “Dead Man’s Curves”!
Well worth the excursion to Doraville
Just 17 more miles to go,
so don’t let the sun go down on me.
I think I’m lost and she won’t answer the phone.
I call her, but she’s not there.
“Don’t Let the Sun Go Down” by Elton John
“She’s Not There” by The Zombies
“Call Me” by Al Green
“Doraville” by Atlanta Rhythm Section
“Dead Man’s Curve” by Jan and Dean
Rock-Paper-Scissors
It was a bleak winter night
in a lowly lit bar in Amsterdam,
I sat sipping tea with cinnamon
to warm my heart and toes.
I always kept my feet firmly
set below my legs when here;
no cocktails and ruby slippers for me –
Until he turned to catch my eye
and I felt myself wading in deeper
than I might wisely do. And I asked
myself, what should I do?
Rock-Paper-Scissors?
Song List:
Wading in Deeper
A Bar in Amsterdam
Cocktails and Ruby Slippers
Rock-Paper-Scissors
Tea with Cinnamon
Songs by Katzenjammer
Love this. It seems to be a (warmly!) inspirational prompt today!
Turn Right
Dont you worry
across the blue lake
she is the only girl in the world for you
her heart you would never want to break
Where ever you want to be together
her hips make your body ache
for your pulse races
across the blue lake
So push her buttons
push them well
make her want to
get you on the dance floor
dont let her take a break
She is a wild one
who loves to play your game
knowing her
your life will never be the same
As she is beggin you
to think about
what you would do her body
as you try to fight it to fight it
relax and get on your back
WHOO! *fanning myself*
Ha thanks all from various songs i love to listen to while writing
Songs
You are in chains,
made of love -
Allure, forever young
so much the rhapsody
so haunted
in this strange world
Your poetry always has such fresh images. I’m envious!
COME AND GET IT
We live in interesting times.
Isn’t life strange?
But, here’s the deal.
Baby, I’m for real.
Brandy, you’re a fine girl
and what you do to me
makes me crazy.
Bend me, shape me
but don’t break me.
Come and get your love!.
“Isn’t Life Strange” by The Moody Blues
“Baby, I’m For Real” by The Originals
“Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) by Looking Glass
“Bend Me, Shape Me” by American Breed
“Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone
ENID
You were a bit stodgy for my taste,
and what a waste that was.
You were a strange bird – a blackbird
cracking and cawing.
Is that all you do is carry on?
But you had redeeming qualities,
you better you bet you did.
Then I met your mother.
Runnin’ back to saskatoon!
I think I left the iron plugged in.
Who names their kid Enid anyway?
“Enid” – Barenaked Ladies
“Blackbird” – Beatles
“Carry on” – CSN&Y
“You Better You Bet” – Who
“Runnin’ Back to Saskatoon” – The Guess Who
LOL!! So great–as usual! i love (and envy) how your brain works.
and another little one:
MISH MASH
The very thought of you
brings foolish things
to mind for you made me love you
under the bridges of Paris
and I have no regrets.
Perfect!
THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC
Cole and Irving,
Mercer and Cahn;
Lloyd Webber and Bjorn
Hal and Burt
Lennon and Paul
(Anka and McCarney)
Charles Trenet and Yves Montand
Brassens and Chevalier – I could go on …
Thank you for the Music