Poetry Challenge for May 9 to 16 - song inspired.

[GuiltyPleasure]

This is where you leave your masterpiece(s) inspired by a line (not the title) from your favourite song.

Please indicate the chosen line and also identify the song below the poem.

No judgement, winner or critique (from me anyway) - just fun.

 

[CharleyH]

Need ...
more ...
direction.

I'm blonde, don't you know.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Need ...
more ...
direction.

I'm blonde, don't you know.

Like what? Just pick a line, write a poem, stick it in here.

 

[The_Fool]

Like what? Just pick a line, write a poem, stick it in here.

It's the "stick it in here" that always gets me in trouble...

 

[bflagsst]

Source: Oasis, "Falling Down"

The sea won't provide your meal,
unless you search the ocean wide,
and I have to gather you flowers tonight
so I haven't the time, to voice the long aside,
nor will I catch the wheel that breaks the butterfly

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

It's the "stick it in here" that always gets me in trouble...

How about "deposit it"? "Insert it"? ummm never mind.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Source: Oasis, "Falling Down"

The sea won't provide your meal,
unless you search the ocean wide,
and I have to gather you flowers tonight
so I haven't the time, to voice the long aside,
nor will I catch the wheel that breaks the butterfly

Wow! That was fast! I'm still listening to my i-pod...................

 

[bflagsst]

Wow! That was fast! I'm still listening to my i-pod...................

It was a reflex poem. I'm gonna write some real ones later in the week.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Will try and get something down tomorrow as I am then tied up until the 16th (don't you dare Charley/Tess!) as I don't know how to high-light you will have to make do with capitals or somesuch

 

[EroticOrogeny]

Not sure what browser/blatofrm you're on (I'm Firefox or either Windows or Linux), but I see
buttons amove the text field for bolding, italicizing and underlining, as well as font size, link, image and quote.
If I go advanced I get more options. I'm sure you've used these features before.

I have some lyrics running thru my head. Might have to google a bit to find the title.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Not sure what browser/blatofrm you're on (I'm Firefox or either Windows or Linux), but I see
buttons amove the text field for bolding, italicizing and underlining, as well as font size, link, image and quote.
If I go advanced I get more options. I'm sure you've used these features before.

I have some lyrics running thru my head. Might have to google a bit to find the title.

I haven't got any of those buttons so no I haven't used them

 

[Tzara]

Acceleration

It's the rush, I think,
like wine laced with codeine
knocked back with a laugh
that grants me some fine new sense
to see into the quantum foam, bend
it like a pipe cleaner to my will
and fashion physical heaven.

Or it could just be
I fall in love too fast

to solve those right, required equations
involving force and time and mass.


I Fall in Love Too Easily (Music: Jules Styne / Lyrics: Sammy Cahn)

 

[UnderYourSpell]

With the seashore for a playground
in shabby dress and toes dug in the sand
the little girl with freckles that was me
Hair salt sprayed in tattered strands and
hemline tucked in knickers drooping from sea wash,
dreamingly drags a stick creating patterns
that no-one cares to see.
Sketches out an angry face then stamps it out,
if only life was that easy
away from this beauty of screaming seagulls
and seal pups on the beach.

Little Girl

 

[Algonquin Twit]

Before

Before

Night stills in silent breath
becalmed the ocean sleeps
its restless curves motionless
true sailing is dead
on windless, damp horizons
as distant clouds stir hope
for movement, a response
where fingertips dare the water,
ripple the surface in anticipation
waiting for sight, eyes
alight with rhythm, turning,
wanting, whispering -- "Yes."


from Horse Latitudes - the Doors

 

[champagne1982]

Skydivers

Fall free of here to there
where cold means clean and pure;
sense the snow as it shapes
the cloud, its virginity endures
like the immaculate arms that reach
to enfold the fallen

as they weep their sad existence
against the dark-stained linen shroud
spread across your breast
and know you can only reach
to never hold them fallen

free of living, empty
and weightless and maybe
as they journey through the chill
breath of evening someone
will reach out and keep safe
the fallen free of toil.

Sara McLachlan--In The Arms of An Angel

 

[CharleyH]

Will try and get something down tomorrow as I am then tied up until the 16th (don't you dare Charley/Tess!) as I don't know how to high-light you will have to make do with capitals or somesuch

,

So many songs, SO many lines ... the problem is that I have too many favourites. My favourite lines from the likes of Aimee Mann include "if you could save me, from the ranks of the freaks, who suspect they could never love anyone" which is three lines, the line " cracked polystyrene man" from Radiohead's Fake Plastic Trees is too hard to deal with, Wonderwall by Oasis is a good song without memorable lines and ... so many songs, so hard to choose. Nevertheless ... write WE WILL! Lauren and I will make a combined effort.

 

[CharleyH]

Goodbye to the hunger strike

This is a meditation -
a mouth full as a peach.
It keeps a deep secret.
It hides inside other lips,
distracted from the light
by the tipsy, the reeling
and the drop-down pissed.

Most men break your bones.

Sssh -

Be quiet.

PS: Combined lines from Nick Cave's God is in the House and a song by Tricky (featuring PJ Harvey) called Broken Homes.

 

[bflagsst]

Here's an 'inspired by':
"The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead"

The Wreck Of the Edmund Fitzgerald -Gordon Lightfoot
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0DqPSF2fyo


Foreshore, Marquess!
tied to mast and head
thick, thick beds of sea-green marish
and our keel's sticky stick
stuck like leadbottom in the mud.

Here lies my Irish sweater, awash
my own dear pattern,
my mother sown sailor's suspicion,
and her merry maritime maidenhead.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

what's marish?

 

[butters]

what's marish?

marshy, swampy but has nice overtones of nightmarish to it as well

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Perfection

She is my muse and my constant inspiration,
we bend and bow, twist to fit like dancers,
the way we look to a distant constellation
together to find those elusive answers.

Her love is like a river, high and fast flowing,
let it stagnate and it changes direction
so that, standing here, I don’t know where we’re going
and yet to me she’s volatile perfection.

from The Boy in the Bubble - Peter Gabriel

 

[butters]

infiltrated

spread my fingers to the wall
of white that lingers, beckons, calls
asks of me to trace its shapes
unseen yet felt upon its face
lures me to call forth the words
to set it free, to make it heard

there was a song that once i sang
it touched me somewhere deep, began
to infiltrate the way i thought
of love and life and, though i ought
to burn and hate, i'm yet set free:
Peace came upon me (and it) - breathes in me



from The Hollies' Air that I breathe

 

[greenmountaineer]

I wasn't

what I thought I’d be

wasn’t Duke Snider
catching the BMT Brighton to Flatbush
to take me out to the ballgame
lauded and loved as a Brooklyn Dodger

nor a high school
basketball star
who dribbled
quick to
the net​

wasn’t some sophomoric driver
Georgia on my mind
one day away from Boston College
watching exotic
black men pick cotton
on my way to Fort Lauderdale

later a socially inept worker
filling out forms, handing out checks.
Here’s to you , Mrs. Robinson
and here’s to you, Sonia Martinez
who no longer wanted your man
who was wanted.

Nor was I ever
New England laureate
stopping by woods dark, deep and frosted
on a starry starry night.

No, I wasn’t
All those things
I thought I was
or wanted to be.

I am black.
I am white.
I am yellow

and I am brown.

 

[Angeline]

All I Want


I am on a lonely road
and I am traveling the length
of my choices. Freedom
echoes in my heart, barren
but still lyrical enough for the wind
sighing in near-forgotten branches,
for the sultry breath of wild roses
wound upon a long-lost trellis,
for a memory of sunlight torn
from my arms.

I am on a lonely road
and I am comforted by mountains,
by the living forest in your eyes
that is as deep and unwavering
as the ring of distant peaks
that loom and hold us
in a green embrace. I am
on a lonely road, cast out
only to find a true home
here in the wilderness,

alive, alive.

 

[CharleyH]

Great reads so far

Submitting a new version of what Lauren and I wrote. It's not because I didn't like the first version, but rather as an illustration of how difficult it is to write a poem with another person. Usually, I am on top of Lauren, ( ) but in my last effort I went with my gut feeling about the words written, and yet failed to read the words that Lauren wrote. Here is my added effort:

This is a meditation -
a mouth full as a peach.
It keeps a deep secret.
It hides inside other lips,
distracted from the light
by the tipsy, the reeling
and the drop-down pissed.

This is a reality -
mouth full of street meat,
Italian, or Spanish Chorizo.
Lips glisten, foam in white.
The laurels are pending,
director yells cut - it's the
long farewell of the hunger strike.