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neth jones May 30
blind and naked starling chick
dead on the pavement

parent looks down and sings

out of context
i'd think it a sweet bird song

is my reading
of the situation incorrect ?
21/05/25
Perhaps am about my last
Round of applaous a breath
Taken and suprise as strange
sure is, ask perhaps answer.
Soul without expectations resolve and interupt in manner of miracle in the new world
A secret, allow the heart a rest
Perhaps for last its wonders
Free to interpret and translate mind to bless and a last word
To keep, in matter of universal
Perhaps this is it and no more
Whatever its worth beg to differ:
i dont want to rule the world..
Ladies and gentleman, cheers
thepuppeteer May 24
We beat our drums to the sound of the bell
But we can not copy the sound
So we'll dance, and sing in celebration
For peace has finally come
With the fog cleared up
We can see the truth
Together we wait
For the islands' singing voice to sing again
When the bell tolls
The story will repeat again
Over and over again
As we sing till our voices reach the sky
As the love at first sight i had
Be the last as to know only
To know to be and soul have
If fortune for never since

For gods be to blame created
The greatest of fools a soul
Bein now the world complete
Define virtue of attraction

Soul of what a soul have be
Least a last of love a worth
Drunk aheart soul but think
To know real be such a joy.

Dont love, if can. To perhaps
Suiting less than to burdon
Dont even try thought better
Love than there be to want.
Beerbongs & Bentleys,
But do they Stay?
Chasin' pain with an excuse.

I'm here, but don't count on me!
Stay a little longer,
Stay a little longer.

******* and pour another drink,
But don't break your back for me
I'll put you out of your misery.

"Tell me that it's all okay."
Don't count on me to stay,
You put your cigarette out on my face.

"It's like we only play to lose."
That all that you know is all that you are,
It's true.
Ol' Malone sure has been through it.
Its the aesir, to reason th' you
For matter of what soul
Be in due, isnt death th' could

Its the aesir, to mind honor to
To proverb a skeletons
Lived longer than any should

Its the aesir, in right of the due
To come rest th' world
As Th' Collector introduced.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people laugh and talk
Where people cry and walk
Where people hate and love
Where eagles and doves soar above
Where people swim and surf
And chat about Google Chrome.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where spring is the best season
Welcome to Earth, grandson
Where people talk and walk
Where soon you will use a fork
And a knife to eat like everybody else
In order to feed a bigger body in the house.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
To be with a big and talented family
In order to sing and play music, to see beauty
And misery, to help and to write about everything
Under the sun, the moon and a beautiful spring.

The world is not perfect
And nobody is always correct
Welcome Home, my boy
Believe me
Life is not a perfect toy
Please trust me.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people dream and hope
Disappoint and rise up to fight
Wash off dirt with water and soap
And get fraught in the middle of the night.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Be safe and be ready to surf
And to learn more about Google Chrome
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth.

P.S. This poem is dedicated to Baby Luca Levi, my grandson.
Good Health, Long Life, Hope, Peace and Love!

Copyright © March 26, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
[verse]
I sit by the window
play my guitar,
and think of you.
I wonder where you are,
Is it raining there too?

[chorus]
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the sad songs
just can't help anymore,
and my eyes fill with raindrops of you.

[verse2]
I stare back out the window
write a line or two.
If I could get this song on the radio,
Maybe you'd hear it too.

[bridge]

[chorus]
Sometimes it rains
Sometimes it pours
Sometimes the sad songs
just can't help anymore,
and my eyes fill with raindrops of you.

[guitar solo]

Yeah

[outro]
If I could get this song on the radio,
Maybe you'd hear it too.

Maybe you could hear it.

Maybe you could hear it,
Hear it through the rain.
I believe Baby!
Because Sometimes it Rains
but, sometimes,
sometimes
Sometimes the sun shines too.

[slow fade]
yes it does
Checkout my newest song on my you tube channel

https://youtu.be/Sp1pIIH2aJQ?feature=shared
or
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry

Thanks All I really appreciate your support.
Chris Saitta May 12
Low are the crickets of Delphi
With their chirping rays of sunset,
Like Phaethon to photon destructs
Into the fiery ruts of chariot wheels,
Or two eagles flying opposed on stringed vicissitudes,
A bird-yarning of sky from the omphalos stone,
The fulcrum of sung misery, a fishing net thrown,
As the half-bird and half-ion in siren’s undertones
Lure in subatomic orbs of ghostly parabolic swerve,
Into this blued Corinthian evening, self-vibrato,
Rocking like an empty boat from the dock rope,
Or an empty heart, unmoved by its own beating.
The Greek myth of Phaethon, son of the sun-God Helios, relays how he ignored his father’s protests and drove his father’s chariot across the world burning it in fire when it came too close.  Zeus struck him down with lightning.

The Omphalos stone was considered the “navel of the world,” the center of all things and situated in the Ancient Greek province of Delphi.  Myth relates that Zeus commanded two eagles to fly in opposing directions and they met over Delphi, which was ordained the center of the world.  A copy of the Hellenic stone exists in a museum in current Delphi and is covered with a carved wrought net, which some interpret as the woven narrative of life and the tales of time.
[verse 1]
I call you on the phone
a thousand miles from home
still I can feel your breath in my ear.
[guitar]
This trip has been hell,
I'm telling you baby,
It's so hard to sleep
when you're not here.

[chorus]
So hold the phone a little closer,
let my eyes drink you in.
Tell me that you want me,
imagine my skin on your skin.

[verse 2]
This tour is nearly over,
another month and I'll be home,
the crowds and the spotlight,
can't ease the pain of being alone.

[instrumental Bridge]

[chorus]
So hold the phone a little closer,
let my eyes drink you in.
Tell me that you want me,
imagine my skin on your skin.

[breakdown]
This tour is nearly over,
another month and I'll be home,

So hold the phone a little closer,
Baby, I'm coming home.
Hold the phone a little closer,
I'm so tired of being alone!

[outro]
So hold the phone a little closer,
keep holding on Baby
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home...

Prompts:
Starts with a mournful electric guitar arpeggio and steady traditional drum groove. Sad male vocals enter over sparse bass and atmospheric alternative rock textures. Chorus swells with bluesy lead guitar lines interweaving, drums intensifying. Bridge features expressive guitar solo before fading outro.
This project was written 100 percent as a song I included the prompts used to generate the music you can listen to it on my you tube channel

https://youtu.be/kklDOORpyFk?feature=shared
or www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry

Thanks.
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