POETRY

MY POETRY

  Five original poems

MEMORIES OF JOY, A poem for Beau, April 3, 2015

A, M. FUN - February 3, 2013

DECEMBER ROSE - December 4, 2012

THANKSGIVING 2012  - November 12, 2012

RICK - October 27, 2012

none of them planned, all spontaneous,  i was as surprised as anyone

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MEMORIES OF JOY

Now that I find
as nature goes
memories of pain
fade like afterglow

A few last days of misery
start to fade and dim
replaced with thoughts
of so many years
Filled with happiness and joy

Memory of easing his pain now starting to vanish
amid mindful longing for that last peaceful week
and by thoughts of holding him close
embracing enveloping inhaling infusing
his essence and feel and fur and touch

So now the sadness sets in and deeper it goes
as I start to remember so many years
filled with days of adventure and drama
worry and woe
but mostly of joy and happiness so

for Beau
April 3, 2015

 

   A.M. FUN

A.M Fun
Could that be done?
Even with pajamas on?

How might one
Turn off the sun?
And turn it on
Once fun is done?

I show you the magic

You can ride with me
See the daystar dim inside
And the moon glow fervently

Deep inside the inner darkness

Shall be light of glowing amber
Just enough to find my way

Your heated breath to draw me in

Already taking the full measure
Of your sweet and sticky treasure.

by Brock Evans and Paul Smith
February 3, 2013

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Your humility is rare these days.
Most folks don't even care these days
Modestly is honestly the rarest thing these days I've seen.

think you're humble
Even when
your mind is filled with all that sin
You're not an asshole
Even though
Ass might be where your thoughts flow
You're not cocky
Even so
cock can always steal the show.

There's the modesty again.
Expressions are expressions, man
Erotica can be poetic.
A poem could be hot if you let it.
Any avenue you choose to drive you through,
You'll never lose

by Paul Smith February 3, 2013

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my current favorite Diana Ross song

VOICE OF THE HEART

Songwriters: J.T. STANLEY, JOHN BETTIS, BRUCE ROBERTS

Sometimes when your world seems so big and real
You may run to the shelter of the walls
Sometimes you may wish
You could be like your shadow
It fits wherever it falls

Whenever the night's too deep to find
And the morning is too far away
Wherever you are
There's always a star to guide the way
There to guide the way

If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We all will find an answer
In the voice of the heart

Tonight if a dream should come to your sleep
With a picture you don't wanna see
Go where it leads, from secret to secret
You are what you want to be

Whenever the sun refuses to shine
And you can't chase the storm clouds away
Wherever you are
There's always a star to guide the way
There to guide the way

If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We all will find an answer
In the voice of the heart

Livin' in a private world
There are times when it's hard to break through
So don't give up
Each time you hurt, you've got nothin' to lose
There's a voice inside of you

If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We will find the answer
In the voice of the heart

If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
A door inside will open
And a light will flood the dark
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young
We will find an answer
In the voice of the heart

If you listen long enough
If you dream it strong enough
We will find the answer
Like a song too long unsung
Or a soul forever young

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Finally remembered to post these song lyrics I've kept on my desk to remember to post. 
Of course Abbey Lincoln's version is outstanding.  But I will also take this opportunity to
once again remind you if you haven't done so to go here now

http://www.jackieryan.com/

to check out one of the most outstanding jazz vocalists performing and recording today,
especially her 2 most recent outstanding recordings

   DOOZY

and

LISTEN HERE which includes her outstanding rendition of this remarkable song.

Throw It Away

Written by Abbey Lincoln

I think about the life I live

A figure made of clay

And think about the things I lost

The things I gave away 

And when I'm in a certain mood

I search the house and look

One night I found these magic words

In a magic book 

Throw it away

Throw it away

Give your love, live your life

Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open

Let the sun shine through

'Cause you can never lose a thing

If it belongs to you 

There's a hand to rock the cradle

And a hand to help us stand

With a gentle kind of motion

As it moves across the land 

And the hand's unclenched and open

Gifts of life and love it brings

So keep your hand wide open

If you're needing anything 

Throw it away

Throw it away

Give your love, live your life

Each and every day 

And keep your hand wide open

Let the sun shine through

'Cause you can never lose a thing

If it belongs to you 

Throw it away

Throw it away

Give your love, live your life

Each and every day 

And keep your hand wide open

Let the sun shine through

'Cause you can never lose a thing

If it belongs to you 

'Cause you can never lose a thing

If it belongs to you

You can never ever lose a thing

If it belongs to you 

You can never ever lose a thing

If it belongs to you

You can never ever lose a thing

If it belongs to you

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written by Abbey Lincoln

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DECEMBER ROSE

Up on Myosotis Hill
Are some roses that will thrill
Colors from each rainbow hue

Petals open just for you

Showing even in December

Nature’s beauty to remember

Through the bitter winter cold

Till spring again brings colors bold

Wondering wondering through and through

Is only nature always true

by Brock S. Evans
December 4, 2012

to accompany the photos "Roses in December"

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The following is part of a song written by an advocate for social justice who is a Catholic nun, and songwriter, and musician, in response to the Vatican's despicable efforts to silence the community of women  in religious faith based orders, many of whom spend their days feeding or caring for the less fortunate and or fighting for social justice here on earth.  I am reminded of my mother and many of her friends who devote time in their parish community to help others, as distinct from the autority figures in the church and vatican.


Love cannot be silenced.
It never has.
It never will.
Let justice roll like a river
from the oceans to the hills
- Sister Kathy Sherman

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/02/us/nun-brings-music-and-strong-message-to-her-ministry.html?ref=todayspaper

http://youtu.be/_OzLhTV6pkQ

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Now this is poetry:

ANOTHER COUNTRY

Written by Cassandra Wilson

I don’t know

Where we’re going

I’ve no idea

How this feeling

When love beginning

Happens in the curtain

Of your skin

The autumn rains

Turned into thunderstorms

The waters rose

I was traveling
in your arms

When I woke up
in the morning

I was breathing

I was breathing

I was alive

I saw another country in your eyes

Frozen in silent moments

I watched your tiny spirit fly

Soaring above the ceiling

Into the midnight winter sky

And you were gone

I searched a million years

All through the night

Love had disappeared

And when I woke up
In the morning

You were breathing

You were breathing there

Right by my side

I found another country in your eyes

The midday sun is beating drums

Quarter time on our parade

We drove past city limits

Engines blazing all the way

A warm embrace

Became consuming fire

Our bodies burn

Mounted pictures slide

And when we wakened
In the morning

We were breathing

We were breathing

We’ll never die

I’ve seen so many countries in your eyes

The above is based on repeated listening and may be incorrect in part; I could not find printed lyrics anywhere.

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This was inspired by the notorious Grey Goose one evening.

Using the music for "Where Have all the Flowers Gone" and write lyrics for the new title "Where Has All the Grey Goose Gone?"  My favorite 3 entries get posted on my blog - what do you mean is that all?  you were expecting a goose?  the goose is GONE!
 

Since that didn't work, here's another one, same song, but entitled, "Where Have All the Civil Rights Gone?


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      A NEW POEM

             #2

THANKSGIVING 2012

Retirement done

My papers are filed

And organized

Thankful for

A fulfilling career

I gave it my all

And for tears now so sweet

Full of fond reminisce

And the pride that I find

Of a clear mind

It’s been so long

My heart repaired

My soul

Still there

My energy renewed

So many projects to do

Love writing anew

Forward I go

What’s next

I don’t know

A-blogging I go

Brock S. Evans

November 21, 2012

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MY FIRST POEM

RICK

He won’t come in

And he won’t go away

He won’t move closer

Nor push me away.

I think he saw inside my soul

I saw his eyes glow.

I accept he’s my friend

But what if that ends

I’ll play the old songs

And think of him again

And I’ll smile

I HOPE I’ll smile.

I said how can I marry

Without equal value

Been fulfilled 3 times

By love everlasting.

Isn’t that enough

How could I endure more

Of that sweet and sour and spicy

Amalgamation of love.

He said but what about me, and all of those

Who need your love, sweeter than any they have known,

Said he has so much love to give, who is that for?

Isn’t that enough, where should he go?

So here I go again

Deep Deep Deeper

Into this meeting of minds,

Hearts, and souls

But I didn’t mean you

Especially not after that 

Original version

By Brock S. Evans, and Rick

October 21, 2012

As revised by Brock S. Evans, below, October 27, 2012:

RICK

He won’t come in

And he won’t go away

He won’t move closer

Nor push me away.

I think he saw inside my soul

I saw his eyes glow.

I accept he’s my friend

But what if that ends

I’ll play the old songs

And think of him again

And I’ll smile

I HOPE I’ll smile.

So now we get to marry

How nice for the young,

To have the right to hope

For love everlasting

A binding contract no less

But tis too late for me

how can I marry

and go through that again

Been fulfilled 3 times

By love everlasting.

Isn’t that enough

How could I endure more

Of that sweet and sour and spicy

Amalgamation of love.

He said but what about me

What about me

What about me

And others too

You have no love to give you say

Then take mine I have so much

Who will take my love

Commit to me

with honesty

Why not you

I have reasons I do

They are here somewhere

You want to see my scars

On my heart and soul

Covered with the mind absentia

Wrought by the twisted bliss

Of substances that bring the blessed numbness.

Aren’t I too old

To feel all this again

Love and Pain

I was done with all that

Would never feel again

Alive

Now you make me feel

Alive, again

Against my will

I settled all this

So long ago

Don’t you know

Know what

How to live

without love

Is that life

I have to live

And love

And lose

And win

Accept the raw

Pain and joy

Of Life

And Love

Forever

So marry me

I’ll never let you go.

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I was listening to a new mix of this song and it reminded me of my first poem, but it is not exactly the same.

SELFISH ONE  - DIANA ROSS – (GeeJay2001 extended play)

written by C. Smith & W. McKinley

from the Album RED HOT RHYTHM & BLUES, 1987

 

Selfish one, why keep your love to yourself,

It's like a souvenir that just sits on a shelf,
It seems like you built a fence around your heart,

Afraid that sharing might tear it apart,
You pass up every chance

At the start of romance

Selfish one, why keep your love in store,

You think it's still that keeps forever more,
You feel as I do when I ache,

My heart could break down

In a lonely stage,
You better let your heart find a mate

Before it's too late

You let so much time pass by,

I find myself still giving you the eye,
You must have realized much to my surprise,

You're making eyes at me, is it really you,
Now selfish one, you're walking me to my door,

Selfish one, you never did this before

Without a chance to resist, your lips get mine,

You're beginning to let your love light shine
I can see that you're really on the ball,

You're not selfish at all,

No, not at all

The way you hold me,

the way you squeeze me,
No you're not selfish,

No, no, no, you're not selfish at all, not at all

The way you hold me,

The way you squeeze me,

You're not selfish at all,
No not at all,

The way you hold me,

You're not selfish at all.

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I never heard this song before I saw Barbara Cook perform it earlier this month.  Of course, I loved the lyrics. 


If I Love Again

I often wonder why he came to me
Brought such a flame to me

And let it die
And if another love should find my heart
It will remind my heart of your goodbye

With every new love you
Will come back to me
In others eyes, its you I see
If I love again
Though its someone new

If I love again
It'll still be you
In someone else's firm embrace
I'll close my eyes but see your face

If I love again
I'll find other charms
But I'll make believe, you are in my arms
And though my lips whisper

"I love you"
My heart will not be true
I'll be loving
Every time I love again

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"If I Love Again" as written by Ben Oakland, Murray Jack,

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.