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After reading through absolutely loads of offerings here, I decided to post some of my own.

 

I was going to add to a few post's ... but most of my writing is 'slush' and simply can't compare with some of you accomplished folk here. I thought, Best to keep it in a hole on it's own.

 

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A good songwriter should always be in love

It pay's dividends, you gain a song or two

But, I cannot help feeling sorry for the chick

Who, genuinely, falls in love.

 

- who said that? :whistling:

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Trees: Ballad in C major

 

Trees are beautiful

Trees are green

Theresa'a beautiful

I had to write this song

It seem so long

Since anyone like you..

 

Theresa beautiful

Theresa dream

Theresa sing along with me

In perfect harmony

It's been so long

Since anyone like you..

 

Theresa sit by me

Theresa, just won't you

Come a little closer then

'Cause you don't know me well enough

Don't take too long

To tell me that you do..

 

Trees are beautiful

Trees are green

Theresa's beautiful

I had to write this song

It seems so long

Since anyone like you

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Just a thought:

 

It was rude I thought

The click of my heels

As I strode the road

Interrupting, obstructing

As I crossed in a state

To the field with a gate

A section of time

A thought for a line

Put forth in a verse

To seek and to find

To bleed from my tongue

Just one moment long

A word for nature.

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Song for Jeannette:

 

I heard a song

The other day

It said the words

I have to say to her

 

A penny for

Her thought's I spare

I wonder does

She really care for me

 

Shady lady

Speak to me

For in your blue eyes

I can see you stir

 

Baby maybe

We can share

Our hopes, our dreams

Our love & care together

 

I heard a song

The other day

It said the words

I have to say to her

 

I'll tell her how

I love her so

And how I'll never

Let her slip away

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very nice.

 

 

Oh, Thank you Dez. You're writing is held in high esteem, it goes direct to my very soul.

 

Here's a slushy one for you to laugh at. I used to regularly see this girl from a very wealthy family riding her horse. The only time she ever spoke to me was to tell me (not ask) to "open the damn gate will you", but she was such a divine looking creature I simply obliged.

 

 

To a Lady

 

Behold the tepid pasture

Yielding forth daisies

Frail as your hair

Rippling in the winds utterance

Of your cheeks

When your humour is roused

To see you laugh

Apon the antics of your horse

These pleasant things

I would not squander

With each scant glimpe I catch

I grow yet fonder

But is this not folly

For you know me not

He whose every thought embraces you

And has spanned the yawn

Before this evening of solitude

And night of hopeless dreams.

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That, is beautiful.

 

You're too kind. So kind, infact, that I clicked your egg! :thanks:

 

 

Um...that cave woman is a little terrifying. Well, no, she's fine .....it's just the whotsit, you know, the cudgel thing ... in her hands it looks unsettling :unsure:

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I always get what I go after! ;D

 

I never get what I want, or even what I need. For that reason, neither does anyone in any of my songs .. LOL

 

Here is some more Vogon poetry for you (written for guitar and fiddle, Modal)

 

THE FORTUNE MAN

 

A gypsy girl

Went riding out

All on a summers day

To seek and find

The fortune man

And in his bed to lay'o

 

The fortune man

A traveller true

And tinker by his trade

Had stole' the heart

Of sweet Aileen

So for a week he'd stayed'o

 

She looked that day

'Til twilight came

But nothing she did see

The fortune man

Had stole away

And left her with a baby

 

So sweet Aileen

Did homeward turn

All for her bed to weep

And made a vow

That man to kill

The next time they should meet'o

 

The months passed bye

She rode out far

All asking on her way

Then happened on

A pretty lass

Who knew whence he did stay'o

 

She spent that night

A honing true

The dagger she did save

To run him through

And pierce his heart

And put him in his grave'o

 

The morning came

She sought him out

And met apon her way

The pretty lass

Who'd told her whence

The fortune man did stay'o

 

She told her of

The vow she'd made

And what she was to do

You can't did cry

The pretty lass

I have his baby too'o

 

Sweet Aileens face

Did paler grow

And upward she did look

Then screamed

And held the dagger high

Then her own life she took'o

 

The pretty lass

Went riding out

All on that bloody day

Did stab the sleeping

Fortune man

And wept beside his grave'o

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