| Poems and Songs |
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| This was part of my Ezine back when I had the gumption to actually spend the time creating all the stuff for it. I have dedicated poems or songs that I think are good and deserve recognition. There will be new additions every month. .....hopefully. |
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| Delilah -a song in lieu of ballad Delilah was looking for her love She knows not where he reigns Says she, "It's been an eternity since we were together, I think I've forgotten his name." and the search of of Delilah becomes unending as the road leads her over-on. She hopes that these messages of love that she keeps sending are carried by the light of the sun. Delilah-- why should you seek that which eludes your eyes? Delilah, your heart, though strong and pure will soon blacken as it slowly dies. Still--Delilah, she Journeys again, Yearning for the touch of her lover the moon -- grows wane and the wind plays with her hair and reminds her, gently, of her lover fair. "Oh, she says, "he carressed me thus," her eyes sparkle as she presses on. but when will Delilah have enough? Delilah Rest your wearied feet Eons of searching and ages of sorrow would to anyone else defeat. Your heart is young, but your body grows old. Delilah, your body is growing cold. Delilah, your body is growing cold. "My love would smile and shame the sun. He would dance and shame the stars, My love, he is my own, and we should claim what is ours. I'll seek him for eternity more, and rest only in his arms. The body of Delilah may fade away, but the soul will ever roam on." She cries some nights when the moon is new. She says she can not see his face, the smile of her love and that of the moon are close to her heart, you see, and when the moon turns away for Delilah, no happiness be. Delilah You cry of no moonbeams tickling at the night Delilah, you're old, and tattered now, It's time to surrender your fight. Your love be lost, you know true, for who could keep long away from you? And Delilah weeps Rest, now, Delilah your heart soon fails. Your body is frail. Delilah ---- close your eyes You'll find your love treading hidden hills if you just close your eyes. ------------ Delilah has now found her love, her soul is strong and free. she takes the hand of her lover strong, and dances for you and me. Delilah |
| Edgar Allen Poe, the master this is my favorite poem of Poe's, written in agony after his wife's death. (forgive me if there are mistakes, I cite from memory) Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee;-- and this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, in this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee-- Woth a love that the wing-ed seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason, that, long ago, in this kingdom by the sea. A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her high-born kinsman came And bore her away from me To shut her up in a sepulcher in this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven went envying her and me-- Yes! That is the reason, (as all men know-- in this kingdom by the sea,) that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than love of those who are older than we-- of many far wiser than we-- and niether the angels in Heaven above, nor the demons beneathe the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee:-- For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the Beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the Beautiful Annabel Lee:-- And so, all the night tide I lie down by the side of my darling -- my darling -- my life and my bride in her sepulcher by the sea -- In her tomb by the sounding sea. Alright! This is YOUR area! Do you have a poem you want showcased? Contact me! You know how. :) |
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