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Pantoum: You
You desire the night
You called the day light
You danced to Sarah's songs
by candle light~ |
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You called the day light
You rose from what loved you
By candle light
You sang Sarah's songs~ |
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You rose from what loved you
You splashed heart waters in your eyes
You sang Sarah's song
In the morning light~ |
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You splashed heart waters in your eyes
You smiled and sipped your coffee
In the morning light
You desired the night. |
Robin Minick (WRM99) © Copyright 1998
(502, 990317)
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Ariel
A melody played on the wind heralding your arrival,
and you sang into our hearts the songs of spring.~ |
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Spirit of the howling entity tappin on our souls.
Inviting us to soar with you on night wing.~ |
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We, the foolish, believe that the slumber fey
have lulled us into a dreamer's sleep.~ |
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'Tis Ariel who whispers in his sing-song way,
our hearts and souls he'd keep.~ |
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He has charmed the child in we to rise with him and take a chance,
upon the warm breath of another Spring;
to live, and love, and dance. |
Robin Minick (WRM99) © Copyright 1998
(559, 990322)
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Stuff of Legend
Princesses and diamond rings,
fuzzy knights and dragon kings~ |
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Queens of scale and queens of grove,
queens of war and queens of love~ |
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They've all been here before..
in this land of luck and legend..in
this realm of lore.~ |
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Adventure sadness, adventure joy.
Depends upon your game my boy.~ |
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Wraiths and goblins, ghouls and ghosts;
will greet you at the gates as hosts.~ |
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Princesses who'll spread their wings,
galant knights and majestic kings~ |
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Queens of scale and queens of grove,
queens of war and queens of love.~ |
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They've all gathered here before..
in this land of luck and legend,
in this realm of lore... |
Robin Minick (WRM99) © Copyright 1998
(565, 990323)
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His Critical Weapon
There had to be a story,
some emotion,
but that was when HE controlled my pen.
That man, that scholarly man,
whose name escapes me,
had murdered the dreamer in me then. |
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He used a critical weapon
which measured rythmn and beat,
but forgot to listen to the sound of my heart.
That weapon beat the beauty
out of my song..out of my soul...then. |
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He gaged my pages without using
his heart's eyes, so I guess, he couldn't
really see how he had been killing me. |
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He demanded style and God...
I remember when I used to smile. |
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He stole my muses like a thief
asking me to explain my pain
or why sometimes I chose
to rhyme out of time... |
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To him I was a rebel who
never should have picked up a pen.
To me he was a devil and I hated him back then. |
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Still, I do not conform to
his idea of how it ought to be.
Sometimes I rhyme..and maybe
there will be a bit of meter.
Somewhere inside of me. |
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As long as my story's told
or I'm able to stroke a heart's string...
I'll remember the professor
and all those things he'd said,
and thank the Lord he hadn't
won and my muses weren't all dead. |
Robin Minick (WRM99) © Copyright 1998
(631, 990331)
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