Rhythm and Rhyme

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Crrative, hope, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, Rhyme, Rhythm, verse, writing

If you’ve got the rhythm

I’ve got the rhyme,

If you’ve got the motion

I’ve got the time,

If you’ve got the down beat

I’ll write the line,

So lay down the feeling

And I’ll make it mine.

If you’ve got the passion

I’ve got the doubt,

If you start a fire

I’ll put it out,

If you’ve got the vision

I’ll make it shout,

So break out the matches

And see who’s about.

If you’ve got the spirit

I’ve got the soul,

If you take the wheel

I’ve got control,

If you take the fast lane

I’ll pay the toll,

So throw me the pieces

And I’ll make the whole.

If you’ve got the ocean

I’ll stir the tide,

If you own the centre

I’ll hug the sides,

If you’ve got desire

I’ll be the bride,

So kick-start your engine

And I’ll pick the ride.

If you’ve got the notion

I’ll help it grow,

If yours is the calling

I’ll take the flow,

If you’ve got the movement

I’ll take it slow,

So beat out your rhythm

And I’ll hum it low.

If you’ve got the rhythm

I’ve got the rhyme,

So lay down the feeling

And I’ll make it mine.

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Street Corners

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age, creative, hope, inspiration, Memory, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, writing, youth

We met on street corners

Mist-kissed and morning cold,

Roads that ran like promises

And blood within our veins,

With hearts fuelled by our dreams

We played amongst the stars,

And let the music lead us

Turned cartwheels in the clouds,

And every turning led

From darkness to the light,

As all our stares were sky-bound

And every hope was true,

And when the nighttime sang

Its crystal tone so pure,

We danced away tomorrow

‘Til street lights brought us home,

We met on street corners

Mist-kissed and morning cold,

And kept those days within us

To keep us ever warm.

Something

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creative, Creative writing, hope, inspiration, Love, lyrics, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Well I was older

Than my days,

Playing out my time

In middle ground,

Living like a monk

Unholy days,

Checking off the hours

A voice without a sound.

 

You gave me something

On that we are agreed,

Gave me something real

And not something I need,

You showed me something

Yeah, opened up my eyes,

Showed me something real

Brighter than the skies.

 

Well I was younger

Than you knew,

Killing every second

Assassin’s eye,

Leaning from the edge

A life askew,

Safety’s middle ground

And comfort’s easy lie.

 

You gave me something

On that we are agreed,

Gave me something real

And not something I need,

You showed me something

Yeah, opened up my eyes,

Showed me something real

Brighter than the skies.

 

Well you were stronger

Than you knew,

Living in each moment

Open eye and heart,

Captured every image

Living in the new,

Never knew your power

A perfect work of Art.

 

You gave me something

On that we are agreed,

Gave me something real

And not something I need,

You showed me something

Yeah, opened up my eyes,

Showed me something real

Brighter than the skies.

Here is My Heart

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creative, hope, Love, nature, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Here is my heart

Amidst the mountains high,

Their frosted glistening peaks

Rise with the beat,

Each steady pulse

That echoes through the air,

Falls silent through the snow

And hides me well.

 

Here is my heart

In racing waters free,

Dancing with a spirit

That feeds the blue,

Each flowing pulse

Brings life to other’s eyes,

Awakens senses new

And lets me be.

 

Here is my heart

In forest’s hidden glades,

Shot through with sunlight’s spire

In which to bathe,

Each silent pulse

With nature’s force conjoined,

Sees me rise in splendor

And lets me live.

Your Ocean

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emotion, hope, Love, poems, poetry, verse, writing

I dipped my foot

Into your ocean,

Felt the waters warm

Kiss my skin,

And wrap their arms

Around me.

I closed my eyes

And saw at last,

Felt the sweetest spay

Seep within,

And soothe the fear

Within me.

Headlong I dived

Into your sea,

Its rainbow colours

Swallowed me,

And here I’ll stay

My only home.

Mermaid

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creative, dream, fantasy, hope, inspiration, poems, poetry, thoughts, verse, writing

Today I am a mermaid

My heart as open

As the ocean.

In sunlight’s silver shards

I dance and sing

To Neptune’s tune,

Through the sweet transparent brine

I twist and turn

No limits known,

Led by a rainbow ecstasy

My pleasures are

My only guide.

Today I am a mermaid,

Tomorrow I will be

A unicorn.

Sleep Away

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creative, Creative writing, dreams, hope, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, verse

Let’s sleep away
These winter days
In dreamscapes
You and I,
And dance on air
Our wing beats sing
A soundscape
To our love,
As hand in hand
And eye in eye
We hold each
Other’s love,
And trust our dance
No other saw
The footprint
Of our love,
And should the demons rise
I’ll take you in my cloak
Keep you always safe and warm
And kiss away your pain,
So let us sleep
These winter days
In dreamscapes
You and I.

Ghosts

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Communication, creative, Depression, dreams, hope, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, writing

They walk with you

In friendship’s shade

Through pastures green

And cloistered streets,

Beneath its veil,

Its velvet cloak,

Ice fingers coil

Around your soul,

They sense each thought

Each virgin breath

And hold each pulse

Within their palm,

With empty eyes

They watch your days

Hold memories

In candle’s flame,

These ghosts you’ve known

For all your life.

I saw your face

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creative, emotion, hope, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, verse, writing

I saw your face
In the marquetry of time
A place that I would stumble upon
And I knew love was real.
A tiny scratch
A touch that felt so true
A wakening kiss to all things new
And I knew love was real.
I felt your breath
A stirring in my veins
Bring Spring where Winter once did rule
And I knew love was real.
And in your eye
I saw my life’s design
A pathway from dead frozen days
And I knew your love was real.

Borrowed Time

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Communication, creative, hope, Inequality, lyrics, poems, poetry, politics, Poverty, verse, writing

Some say that the old ones are the best.

Others that they are merely the oldest.

This ‘song’, which fell out a drawer recently, belongs to the latter.

The melody shall remain locked away.

Ran on down through the night

Passed the high shot pusher on the corner,

A hundred hungry faces cried

A thousand tears of sorrow.

 

Saw the lost on the pavements

Met the all-day fallen on park benches,

Watched the closing of cafes

The all night sanctuaries.

 

A street light lit the alley

Old man crying in the gutter alone,

Hollow girls in the doorways

Promise of escape for some.

 

A wallet slips into the night

A thousand hands reach for offering,

A knife shines in the road

The broken hearts reach out.

 

Night time lovers flit across the sky

Don’t hear the dying breaths downtown,

The misplaced and abandoned

Souls that can’t go on.

 

The downtown joys of such men

Can’t feel the pain of life,

Too many broken hearts

Which live on borrowed time.