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**Not everyone's "cup of tea" but this singer has always made me want to sing along...a silly comment inspired this write...but his music stands time tested and the songs mentioned in this poem are but a small fraction of the total songs this man has written and performed in his time...Neil...I still love ya & I always will!!!

;-) ...Have a listen at YouTube below and check out his other songs...I guarantee you will know some if not all of them and I dare you not to hum or sing along**

**SORRY YOUTUBE NOT POSTING...GO FIND HIM THERE & LISTEN**

THE TROUBADOUR

Neil diamond irritates ~

she said ~

With an impatient jerk ~

of her  bobble-head ~

He's an old man trying

to be young and cool ~

His sappy song lyrics  prove ~

He's just an old fool.

I BEG to differ! ~

I swore…I declared ~

Whippersnapper you had ~

better just beware ~

That troubadour's been making

sweet music ~

Since long before ~

You were even born ~

His lyrics spoke

to broken hearts ~

Soothed emotions tattered ~ torn!

"I AM" – he said ~

When no one cared ~

"I AM" – he cried ~

To the silent chair ~

When he did? 

I heard him loud and clear ~

'Cause... well...

my heart was always there!

Cracklin' Rosie got on board ~

Sweet Carolines' good times

Never seemed so good ~

Neil got me through the worst of times ~

Just when I thought that no one could!

Solitary Man he was then ~

perhaps will always be ~

But the songs he wrote ~

Touched a note ~

Deep in the heart of …

ME!

So go ahead ~

Speak your mind child ~

And I'll do the same ~

There are rules you must know

When you play the game ~

It's YOU who irritate ~

with judgments quick ~

With clueless labels

you carelessly stick ~

Upon the "tried and true" ~

This master of ~

A "Song Sung Blue" ~

So many things you don't ~

You can't yet know ~

Things he wrote about in ~

"Brother Loves' Traveling Salvation Show ~

As the "Singer Sings His Songs" ~

Trying to mend broken hearts ~

The "Grass Won't Pay No Mind" ~

Lovers love and do their part ~

While you ~

"Forever in Blue Jeans" ~

Dream beneath the sweet "

 Tennessee Moon" ~

So much time your side

to grow wiser ~

Some day perhaps ~

young "Stargazer" ~

You'll be a woman…too.

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Written for Simple Sunday @ CPC ~

Featuring the artwork of Darrell Shepard

 

SOMEWHERE OUT THERE

 

"They" say ~

That I ~ the woman

Am from Venus

And you ~ the man

are more from Mars?

Two planets that are

Known to be ~

Separate and from

each other ~ quite far…

 

But we rotate together

So well you and I ~

Within the same

Solar system ~

In that great big ~

Black sky.

 

We share the same

Stars ~

We both know of

The moon ~

We watch the sun

Burning bright ~

See the Milky Way

"bloom".

 

We are separate

But not apart ~

For we meet

At the middle ~

Cross and join

At the heart ~

Where we drink

From a fountain

Of love overflowing ~

Like stars in the night ~

Or the moon softly

Glowing ~

Holding hands ~

We soar through space

Wise and knowing.

 

We will not disappear

Within that dark

black hole of space ~

But we'll melt together

So well that no seams

Can be traced ~

A new planet we'll form ~

That is fragile yet strong ~

Where together we'll sing

our own sweet silly love song ~

Traveling through

That black hole

Like a tunnel of

Love ~

The universe

Surrounding  us ~

Down below,

All around

And high up above.

 

Your Mars and my Venus ~

Will give birth to the "new" ~

We will tumble through space ~

As "one" formed by "two" ~

Emerging at last

"Somewhere out there"

we'll be ~

Your Mars with my Venus ~

Combined ~

Perfectly.

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WRITTEN FOR SUNNY SUNDAY ~ ~ HARMONY PUB II ~ WITH SPIRIT FREE

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Topic: "Love Bites"

 

Bonus Points:

 

(Hard, 2pts):  incorporate Black Widow

(Easy, 1pt) : use the phrase Double Dog Dare

 

Final date to post:

 

March 1st, 2011 GMT midnight

 

Final date to post ALL GUESSES:

 

February 26th, 2011 GMT midnight

ONCE BITTEN

 

It is written ~

Love sucks ~

It's such a cold ~

Empty thing ~

Careless romp in the hay ~

Or a meaningless fling…

 

Love bites ~

It snarls ~ It hisses ~

It stings ~

Love can be

Vicious and cruel ~

A diseased ~

Rabid thing.

 

Love bites ~

The hand that feeds it ~

Consumes the soul

Of one who needs it ~

Like a black widow

Spider who feeds

On her mate ~

Loves' toxic nature

Often poisons and

And seals ~

Its' victims' fates.

Dating back to the

Day that boy

First met girl ~

"I double dog dare ya ~

to kiss her and yank on

her curls" ~

Right up to the plea : 

"Please marry me ~

I love you so much

I could die " ~

The answer?

"Gee ~

this is all so sudden ~

I'm not sure ~ but I can't ~

I don't even know why!"

 

Love bites and leaves

Permanent scars ~

That never fade away ~

But there are suckers

Born every minute ~

Of each and every day ~

Casting all caution

To the wind ~

In spite of the price

There might be to pay ~

Ignoring the words of

Those who have been there ~

Deaf to all that those

"wise men" say ~

Falling head over heels

In love ~

Wearing hopeful hearts

Upon their sleeves ~

Daring to take the risk ~

Wanting so much to

Believe ~

This time they will find  

The kind of love ~

They never found before ~

Their lonely hearts

Will find ~"THE ONE" ~

And lonely ~

They will be ~

No more.

 

Love bites ~

And nibbles tenderly ~

Excites the senses ~

Warms the skin ~

Falling victim to it's

Hungry lips ~

Can be a most delicious

Thing ~

The paradox of love

Lies hidden ~

Like a secret ~

Deep within ~

For those who choose

To play the game ~

Best be aware

Once you are bitten

You can ~both lose or win.

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Topic: "Love Bites"

 

Bonus Points:

 

(Hard, 2pts):  incorporate Black Widow

(Easy, 1pt) : use the phrase Double Dog Dare

 

Final date to post:

 

March 1st, 2011 GMT midnight

 

Final date to post ALL GUESSES:

 

February 26th, 2011 GMT midnight

ONCE BITTEN

 

It is written ~

Love sucks ~

It's such a cold ~

Empty thing ~

Careless romp in the hay ~

Or a meaningless fling…

 

Love bites ~

It snarls ~ It hisses ~

It stings ~

Love can be

Vicious and cruel ~

A diseased ~

Rabid thing.

 

Love bites ~

The hand that feeds it ~

Consumes the soul

Of one who needs it ~

Like a black widow

Spider who feeds

On her mate ~

Loves' toxic nature

Often poisons and

And seals ~

Its' victims' fates.

Dating back to the

Day that boy

First met girl ~

"I double dog dare ya ~

to kiss her and yank on

her curls" ~

Right up to the plea : 

"Please marry me ~

I love you so much

I could die " ~

The answer?

"Gee ~

this is all so sudden ~

I'm not sure ~ but I can't ~

I don't even know why!"

 

Love bites and leaves

Permanent scars ~

That never fade away ~

But there are suckers

Born every minute ~

Of each and every day ~

Casting all caution

To the wind ~

In spite of the price

There might be to pay ~

Ignoring the words of

Those who have been there ~

Deaf to all that those

"wise men" say ~

Falling head over heels

In love ~

Wearing hopeful hearts

Upon their sleeves ~

Daring to take the risk ~

Wanting so much to

Believe ~

This time they will find  

The kind of love ~

They never found before ~

Their lonely hearts

Will find ~"THE ONE" ~

And lonely ~

They will be ~

No more.

 

Love bites ~

And nibbles tenderly ~

Excites the senses ~

Warms the skin ~

Falling victim to it's

Hungry lips ~

Can be a most delicious

Thing ~

The paradox of love

Lies hidden ~

Like a secret ~

Deep within ~

For those who choose

To play the game ~

Best be aware

Once you are bitten

You can ~both lose or win.

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WRITTEN FOR CPC ~ WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY ~ CREATIVE GARDEN ~ SPRING!

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WRITTEN FOR CPC ~ WONDERFUL WEDNESDAYS ~ SPRING!!!

THE CROCUS ARMY

 

Warm temperatures were coming ~

Oh joy ~ Thank God ~ The people said ~

But it's only the middle of February ~

It's still winter I sighed ~

Sadly shaking my head.

 

I remembered the travesty ~

unseasonable temperatures

last year caused ~

A few warm days of sunshine ~

Made the flow of nature pause ~

Made the crocus fret and panic ~

Had they missed the call for Spring?

Tucked deep beneath earths'

Snowy blanket ~

Had they slept too long?

Missing everything?

 

So that was why they rushed and hurried ~

To poke their heads out ~ Dashed and scurried ~

By the very next day ~ All lay dead ~

Completely buried ~

Those purples ~Yellows ~ Orange-golds ~

Frozen stiff beneath cold Februarys' snow.

 

One would think Mother Nature ~

By now should know ~

How cold Father Winters'

Icy winds can still blow ~

His bag of tricks not yet empty ~

Februarys' sleet ~ chilling cold ~

Still ready to pounce upon

Any green thing ~

That dares to grow.

 

They died bravely ~ (yet foolishly) ~

Those bright precious blooms ~

Silly crocus soldiers ~

That broke through enemy lines …

Way too soon!

 

Perhaps the crocus armies that follows  ~

Beneath late Marchs' moon ~

Will survive a bit longer ~

To display their bright cheery blooms ~

Before they too ~ Take the "bullet"

Surrender and die ~

Making room for summers blossoms ~

That beneath the earth lie.

 

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WRITTEN FOR CPC ~ PCIK-APART-POETRY WITH SHORONLEE & A-RHODI ~ FEATURING POETRY OF "MIDNIGHTCHARMED"

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WRITTEN FOR KOFFEE KLUTCH WITH ROSES ~ TIME

LETTING TIME GO LIGHTLY

 

How far is it still?

How long will it take?

Children can't understand ~

And they don’t try to fake ~

Are we there yet? They cry ~

Impatient tears in their eyes!

Miles mean nothing to them ~

Minutes and hours much less ~

Their minds try to compute ~

But it's really hopeless ~

When they finally ~DO arrive ~

Their  young eyes are filled

with delight ~ and

surprise.

 

Time is a mystery still ~

Too advanced for young minds ~

But give them ~ "just five" minutes more ~

And they'll dash cross that line ~

Requesting 5 minutes more and

Then ten and then twenty ~

No conception have they ~

What's not enough or what's plenty!

 

They grow ~ much like I did ~

Sometimes stifling a yawn ~

Between racing through life

And "doing nothing" they're torn ~

At times bored when they have

Too much time on their hands ~

Stressed and anxious when their time ~

runs out before planned.

 

No inkling have they yet ~

What the Grim Reaper "reaps"

No worries ~ no cares ~

As they hang with their "peeps" ~

Unaware how time cleverly

Crawls up and creeps ~

Sweeping adulthood ~ then old age

Right over their feet.

 

When they arrive ~ where I've

Already been ~

I will smile ~ If I'm here ~

And declare it a sin ~

This passing of time ~

All the rushing ~ the haste ~

To move it quickly along ~

To maintain such a pace ~

Pushing and pulling with

Unbridled fear ~

Always thinking we'll never ~

 ~ get "here" or get "there"….

 

Here…where I am now ~

And "here" where I'll stay ~

Welcoming time ~ no longer

trying to ~ "push and pull it away"!

I let time go lightly (*)

In these ~ my "senior" years ~

I let it rest and alight ~

When it beckons ~ I cheer.

I put on my shoes ~

And take time by the hand ~

Open to all that is waiting

And all that is planned ~

One foot at a time ~

I step out the door ~

I let time go lightly for ~

Eager I am ~ to explore ~

All that's waiting out there

And calling my name ~

I let time go lightly ~

Playing by new rules ~  

Lifes' fun ~ fickle game.

 

Are we there yet?

I could not care less ~

How much longer?

Surely you jest?

I'll get there whenever

My feet will arrive ~

Letting time go lightly ~

I plan to ~ prosper and thrive ~

Finding joy wherever

Joy will be found ~

Letting time go lightly?

Dear Harry ~

The concept?

Profound!

 

 

 

 

(*)

This is the title of a song by

a singer and songwriter of the

seventies ~ by the name of

Harry Chapin.

The man and his music

…were both profound.

Ironically…his life was cut short

in his prime…and sadly he too…

ran out of time.

 

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