Poetry competition CLOSED 5th October 2016 3:46pm
WINNER
dejure (vick)
dejure (vick)
RUNNER-UP:
Jade-Pandora
original lyrics only
Living for my heart: http://youtu.be/MfNug6t1_uo
Another one that makes me wish I could play the guitar better.....
Another one that makes me wish I could play the guitar better.....
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/245857-that-what-we-did-repost-w-new-recording/
That What We Did
The sunrise meets me at the dawn
I wipe away a weary yawn
I've waited here for far too long
And now it's clear that she's long gone
There's a silver lining on the horizon
I lift my eyes to the rising sun
I feel a sudden breeze where there was once none
So I fill my lungs and start to run
These heavy feelings chase me for quite awhile
Heartache and cold regret for miles and miles
Sweat falls like liquid fire into my eyes
But gradually my lips curve into a smile
The world's a vibrant scene from the top of a hill
Birds flying underneath in panoramic view
Life keeps on moving on no matter how you feel
Bright colored leaves float free and then grow anew
The past is just history, the future's a mystery but I'm right here
Figuring out all the heartache and doubt of existential fear
The journey seems long but it's here then it's gone as moments fade into years
As we slowly learn the pain in desire and the joy in tears
That What We Did
The sunrise meets me at the dawn
I wipe away a weary yawn
I've waited here for far too long
And now it's clear that she's long gone
There's a silver lining on the horizon
I lift my eyes to the rising sun
I feel a sudden breeze where there was once none
So I fill my lungs and start to run
These heavy feelings chase me for quite awhile
Heartache and cold regret for miles and miles
Sweat falls like liquid fire into my eyes
But gradually my lips curve into a smile
The world's a vibrant scene from the top of a hill
Birds flying underneath in panoramic view
Life keeps on moving on no matter how you feel
Bright colored leaves float free and then grow anew
The past is just history, the future's a mystery but I'm right here
Figuring out all the heartache and doubt of existential fear
The journey seems long but it's here then it's gone as moments fade into years
As we slowly learn the pain in desire and the joy in tears
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/245524-rain/
Song Lyrics: RAIN
.
I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher
ever since I was born, since I were born.
I was too young to know all the right moves,
but I fell for him hard, fell for him hard.
And we walked the old tracks to the graveyard
where the moss-covered headstones were leanin'
like they wanted to roam, wanted to roam.
And we found us a place in between some
where the dry yellow leaves had piled so high.
I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher
ever since I was born, since I were born.
And we laid side by side in the graveyard
with the way and the truth comin' to me.
And I curled my fingers round the buttons,
and I pulled them off, one by one,
making sounds like mandolin strings plucked.
And those buttons flew off just like June bugs,
and we caught the next train bound for Reno
on the rails that I rode danglin' my feet,
Before the draft had taken him from me,
when the crops of the fields had all failed,
and I started to rain, started to rain.
I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher
ever since I was born, since I were born.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved
This was written with the sound of the lyrics being sung/spoken in a low, slow southern drawl. I've recorded it but my voice doesn't do that kind of sound justice.
Song Lyrics: RAIN
.
I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher
ever since I was born, since I were born.
I was too young to know all the right moves,
but I fell for him hard, fell for him hard.
And we walked the old tracks to the graveyard
where the moss-covered headstones were leanin'
like they wanted to roam, wanted to roam.
And we found us a place in between some
where the dry yellow leaves had piled so high.
I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher
ever since I was born, since I were born.
And we laid side by side in the graveyard
with the way and the truth comin' to me.
And I curled my fingers round the buttons,
and I pulled them off, one by one,
making sounds like mandolin strings plucked.
And those buttons flew off just like June bugs,
and we caught the next train bound for Reno
on the rails that I rode danglin' my feet,
Before the draft had taken him from me,
when the crops of the fields had all failed,
and I started to rain, started to rain.
I was rockin' in the swing that my dad made,
on the front of our porch, front of our porch,
Where I grew up with the son of our preacher
ever since I was born, since I were born.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved
This was written with the sound of the lyrics being sung/spoken in a low, slow southern drawl. I've recorded it but my voice doesn't do that kind of sound justice.
Home Sweet Home
Your heavy heart and this god damn town,
all out of heroes and so full of clowns.
Some get by but the rest just try
to stop your world from turning around.
Litter and drugs and double yellow lines,
spy cameras record our life and crimes.
Supermarkets come and local markets close.
Every little helps - now hit the road.
Leaping over cars
in my old air Jordans.
Crashing through the hurdles of
traffic lights and cops.
Not good but at least I've been heard of,
even if I wind up getting shot.
Their walk on part in this war on class
is not enough to make us trust the past.
So spiders spin and holy men dream
of back when love was built to last.
Leaping over cars
in my old air Jordans.
Crashing through the hurdles of
traffic lights and cops.
Not good but at least I've been heard of,
even if I wind up getting shot.
Sucker punch rules and these London streets.
All the friends you'll never get to meet.
Sucker punch rules and these London streets.
All the friends you'll never get to meet.
Your heavy heart and this god damn town,
all out of heroes and so full of clowns.
Some get by but the rest just try
to stop your world from turning around.
Litter and drugs and double yellow lines,
spy cameras record our life and crimes.
Supermarkets come and local markets close.
Every little helps - now hit the road.
Leaping over cars
in my old air Jordans.
Crashing through the hurdles of
traffic lights and cops.
Not good but at least I've been heard of,
even if I wind up getting shot.
Their walk on part in this war on class
is not enough to make us trust the past.
So spiders spin and holy men dream
of back when love was built to last.
Leaping over cars
in my old air Jordans.
Crashing through the hurdles of
traffic lights and cops.
Not good but at least I've been heard of,
even if I wind up getting shot.
Sucker punch rules and these London streets.
All the friends you'll never get to meet.
Sucker punch rules and these London streets.
All the friends you'll never get to meet.
Anonymous
The poet Heinrich Heine said:
"Out of my own great woe
I make my little songs"
I agree with this.
This is A protest song I wrote when I was fifteen
The worlds not all about money
The worlds not all about money
its not all about you
you think it kinda funny
Mr business man from Timbuktu
I got no money I got nothing to do
I should lay off the drink
i'm treated like shit on a shoe
I begin to think
The world not all about money
It's not all about you
You think it kinda funny
Mr business man from buckaroo
I think your on cloud nine
you don't know what you've got
you say your feeling fine
but we all know that your not
the worlds not all about money
its not all about you
the business man finds it funny
who the fuck are you
who the fuck are you oooh ooh
main riff
C Em Am
F Em Am
interlude
Am C
Am C
"Out of my own great woe
I make my little songs"
I agree with this.
This is A protest song I wrote when I was fifteen
The worlds not all about money
The worlds not all about money
its not all about you
you think it kinda funny
Mr business man from Timbuktu
I got no money I got nothing to do
I should lay off the drink
i'm treated like shit on a shoe
I begin to think
The world not all about money
It's not all about you
You think it kinda funny
Mr business man from buckaroo
I think your on cloud nine
you don't know what you've got
you say your feeling fine
but we all know that your not
the worlds not all about money
its not all about you
the business man finds it funny
who the fuck are you
who the fuck are you oooh ooh
main riff
C Em Am
F Em Am
interlude
Am C
Am C
http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a450/geoff_collins2/8778c538-6cbe-4bc4-be26-b0c2e48cbc11_zpsombycex6.jpg
THIS FEELING OF YOU
(think Nat King Cole)
How do I explain this feeling of you
The nature of my heart caught me unaware
A presence in the night, love that is my air
How do I explain this feeling of you
How do I explain this feeling of you
Slowly spinning words a voice of true desire
A perfect music heard angels does inspire
How do I explain this feeling of you
How do I explain this feeling of you
Musings made in two, a fever in the blood
In songs of moonlit souls rising with the flood
How do I explain this feeling of you
How do I explain this feeling of you
Lovers’ whispers glowing softly in the dark
Light as kitten’s whiskers swift as embers spark
How do I explain this feeling of you
How do I explain this feeling of you
Another’s breathing found in my mouth’s pursue
Another’s purest sound, po’ms I found in you
How do I explain the things that you do
How do I explain how dreams are made true
How do I explain...
This feeling you...
THIS FEELING OF YOU
(think Nat King Cole)
How do I explain this feeling of you
The nature of my heart caught me unaware
A presence in the night, love that is my air
How do I explain this feeling of you
How do I explain this feeling of you
Slowly spinning words a voice of true desire
A perfect music heard angels does inspire
How do I explain this feeling of you
How do I explain this feeling of you
Musings made in two, a fever in the blood
In songs of moonlit souls rising with the flood
How do I explain this feeling of you
How do I explain this feeling of you
Lovers’ whispers glowing softly in the dark
Light as kitten’s whiskers swift as embers spark
How do I explain this feeling of you
How do I explain this feeling of you
Another’s breathing found in my mouth’s pursue
Another’s purest sound, po’ms I found in you
How do I explain the things that you do
How do I explain how dreams are made true
How do I explain...
This feeling you...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajW-9KzYhOE
Nothing comes easy,
please believe me,
we all want something,
round and round we go,
the ego control,
we let the evil show,
but the people know,
chasing the dough does not equal growth
so please, don't let me go
whoa,
slow it up,
too easy to never give a fuck,
but at the end of the day what do I got,
a lot of problems,
a constant cough,
but i am not stopping at a hospital,
I avoid the obstacles,
cuz ignorance is bliss,
health conditions persist,
you can dig, i prefer to live,
some witness me sin,
the ones i love rarely see this mug grin,
somethings are a given
some things i gotta take,
I ask for forgiveness,
but I will never be a fake,
please, let this rhythm take me away,
yesterday a boy at play,
today a man with some wicked ways,
what made me turn out this way?
i don't know if even want to start that debate,
The suns rays clear out the rain,
I have made plenty of mistakes,
but it will be OK,
plenty of mistakes,
but tomorrow is a new day.
Nothing comes easy,
please believe me,
we all want something,
round and round we go,
the ego control,
we let the evil show,
but the people know,
chasing the dough does not equal growth
so please, don't let me go
whoa,
slow it up,
too easy to never give a fuck,
but at the end of the day what do I got,
a lot of problems,
a constant cough,
but i am not stopping at a hospital,
I avoid the obstacles,
cuz ignorance is bliss,
health conditions persist,
you can dig, i prefer to live,
some witness me sin,
the ones i love rarely see this mug grin,
somethings are a given
some things i gotta take,
I ask for forgiveness,
but I will never be a fake,
please, let this rhythm take me away,
yesterday a boy at play,
today a man with some wicked ways,
what made me turn out this way?
i don't know if even want to start that debate,
The suns rays clear out the rain,
I have made plenty of mistakes,
but it will be OK,
plenty of mistakes,
but tomorrow is a new day.
Starfire.
Flying through space with a smile on my face,
With no need to replace memories of forgotten days.
Crawling along the edges of a song, newly born;
With the innocence gone, I burn like the sun.
Starlight burns through the blood in the veins;
Pumping waste through the bitterness and unforgotten pain.
Calmness is too loud to the ears of the torn,
Ripped up on the ground; unfaithfully a star is reborn.
Starfire flaming on the stage;
Starfire creates a burning rage.
Starfire turns night to day,
Because the star keeps burning in a star light blaze.
Sing a song from the bottom of the heart;
Love lost leads us to a whole new start.
Chasing dreams and screaming like Starfire stars.
Electronic, neurotic; I’ve gone too far!
All that I want is to die like a star;
An explosion in space that could light up the world.
All that I want is to burn like a star;
Raising fires, burning in the darkest of words.
Starfire flaming on the stage;
Starfire creates a burning rage.
Starfire turns night to day,
Because the star keeps burning in a star light blaze.
Aliens on vacation spot a superstar;
Sing a song of your creation. It’s a brave new world.
It’s a search for Spok, sing from the heart.
Sunlight dies in space; Starfire is never killed.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Flying through space with a smile on my face,
With no need to replace memories of forgotten days.
Crawling along the edges of a song, newly born;
With the innocence gone, I burn like the sun.
Starlight burns through the blood in the veins;
Pumping waste through the bitterness and unforgotten pain.
Calmness is too loud to the ears of the torn,
Ripped up on the ground; unfaithfully a star is reborn.
Starfire flaming on the stage;
Starfire creates a burning rage.
Starfire turns night to day,
Because the star keeps burning in a star light blaze.
Sing a song from the bottom of the heart;
Love lost leads us to a whole new start.
Chasing dreams and screaming like Starfire stars.
Electronic, neurotic; I’ve gone too far!
All that I want is to die like a star;
An explosion in space that could light up the world.
All that I want is to burn like a star;
Raising fires, burning in the darkest of words.
Starfire flaming on the stage;
Starfire creates a burning rage.
Starfire turns night to day,
Because the star keeps burning in a star light blaze.
Aliens on vacation spot a superstar;
Sing a song of your creation. It’s a brave new world.
It’s a search for Spok, sing from the heart.
Sunlight dies in space; Starfire is never killed.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
AaHarvey, thanks but it's too late. This competition closed ten days ago, and had the results up by public vote. So try again in an active competition, and welcome to DUP!
Btw, congratulations for winning the cup, Vick! And thanks to all who voted for us!
Btw, congratulations for winning the cup, Vick! And thanks to all who voted for us!
