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 Aug 2016 Tia White
David Ehrgott
Here's that song I wrote about you
Instead of lying around, whimpering
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Yes, here's that song I wrote about you
I hope you like how it ends
Because every-time I think of you
I write a song again

Like a manic my-space ******
Reading everything I write
Deleting words you thought were yours
And changing some to fight
It's not your mother dear nic-o-lee
So stop choosing her to blame
You will be cornered by the feds
Someday when they put you both away

I never knew love in this kind of way
Fly to get there.  Then, have to explain
What possessed me to see you in person
can never be explained
I'd like to talk about two girls
And they're both from Michigan
You Georgia peaches got nothing on them
And the way they love to sin
  
And many come to see me in person
At the typewriter where I sit
And sometimes they can make me feel easy
And at times they make me **** [panic]
When they say
"Why'd you write that song about me"
And I say
"Listen, it was only words"
Do you want to fight with me?
And then they lay on their back again
  
I told you every-word is about you
But the names, look, they changed again
All that hurt, and you still sleep around
Can't you trust?  Then please tell me why you can't
I'd like to write a song about FEB
And how beautiful a ten
or how those ****** in Hollywood
Stole my song last year, again
But, thanks to my friend Walleye I knew they
wouldn't get away with it
Now there I go again
Got off the track in Hackensack
Oh well, here we go again

So, here's that song I wrote about you
To my wife/*****/lost girlfriend
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Somebody write this date down
Sunday, One Ten Twenty-Ten
What once was so very far away
Has already been spent

Hear a song I wrote for you
If the big men go and steal it
I'll have to write another one
I just hope that you can feel it
Here's that song I wrote about you
Can you have that on your conscience?
Here's a song I wrote about you
Life is short!  There!
This song has balance

So, here's that song I wrote about you
Instead of lying around, whimpering
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Yes, here's that song I wrote about you
And I hope you like it's ending
Because, every-time I think of you
I write a song again
Taking a portion of
culinary verbiage
and building a
strong relationship
begins by combining
essential ingredients

1 part - trust
1 part - honesty
1 part - compassion
1 part - respect
1 part - humility
1 part - levity

Wisk gently and
F O L D E D  I N
with the key binder
of love
Let it rise,
slowly bake on low,
let cool as needed
and enjoy for an
entire lifetime.
 Aug 2016 Tia White
Elioinai
Soulfire
spreads out above
against the sky
like stars
and fireflies


Flecks of green
and swirls of deeper blues
these take upon our souls' bright hues
I love starry night art. It brings such a quiet joy to my heart
 Aug 2016 Tia White
SE Reimer
~

we the people,
long have known
the write of
passages and poems,
whether bellwether,
envisionist or revisionist,
too oft have thought
this journey long,
and weight of hope and change
to another there belongs;
yet i subscribe
that we as scribes,
can right this ship,
not merely write it's wrongs;
for we it's pride
with hearts ascribe,
and note-by-note,
as carpenters and soldiers,
we its authors and its poets,
in words, in deeds,
writers, of a patriot’s song;
with deepest definition,
and inner soul reflection,
it's stanza, chorus, bridges,
we must lovingly inscribe.

~

*post script.

i know i am but one of many, who disillusioned, feel alienated, and could just as easily choose withdrawal as my reaction to our nation’s political plight. this then my belief, my plea, my hope we’ll see, withdrawal is not an option, that our words, deeds and even our writings carry weight, and bring with them hope and change to each community within which we each serve.  we are not merely writers of our history... we are authors of our destiny!  

if you are not an American, hope and pray for us, please, for we desperately need your support!!   if you are, pick up the pen... pick up the charge... be the change!!
 Aug 2016 Tia White
Stephan
.

Resistance is futile,
so just come here and kiss me


I sure wish your lips
would Klingon tightly to mine


The needs of the many…
forget the many…kiss me


Set a course for her lips,
on my mark…engage!


The trouble with tribbles is…
I’d rather be kissing you


**** it man,
she needs a kiss…
Warp Factor now!
To celebrate the 50th anniversary of Star Trek and the release of the new movie, I thought I'd beam these over to Hellopoetry for you to read.  So in essence, boldly going where no poet has gone before. : )
 Aug 2016 Tia White
Keith Wilson
Passed  a  neglected  garden  of  late.
It  seemed  in  quite  a ­­ sorry  state.
Some  men  came  to  make  some  notes.
But  seem­ed  to  give  it  little  thought.
Up  on  high  the  grasses  gr­ow.
Beneath  the  windows  row  by  row.
The  other  plants  just­ ­ cry  with  pain.
I  guess  we'll  never  grow  again.
They  ha­ve­  taken  up  our  space  on  the  ground
Like  an  advancing  ­army  I'll  be  bound.
They  are  taking  our  water  Oh  my.
As ­ they  journey  to  the  sky.
Perhaps  it  soon will  be  resolved.­
And  peace  will  reign.
Once again

Keith  Wilson    Windermere.  UK.  2016­.
Some revisons
 Aug 2016 Tia White
Stephan
.

Standing alone with my shadow,
watching the sun disappear
Fighting the minutes till darkness,
when you’ll no longer be here

During the day you are with me,
wherever I seem to go
But as the evening is starting,
nothing beside me does show

I thought about writing a poem
something with you I would share
Though as I now look to find you
sadly you’re no longer there

I wonder each night what you’re doing,
who do you follow around
As I just hang around staring
at a blank spot on the ground

I guess you are off with another,
while I’m here holding my pen
Once more to wait on the sunrise,
hoping you come back again
 Aug 2016 Tia White
Stephan

As the lonely afternoon shimmers
in ribbons dancing on far off vistas
while blushing cloud formations
float on breathless breezes
and sunset dreams,

my thoughts wander
through long shadows forming
of maple tree embraces,
when again the silent dusk
finds we are apart

and my saddened heartbeat
echoes upon distant horizons,
anticipating twilight's arrival,
bidding farewell to another day
of missing her
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