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Show Me / The Pretenders
‘show me the meaning of the word
show me the meaning of the word
‘Cause I’ve heard so much about it
‘I don’t want to live without it
I don’t want to live without it’

for years my anthem, this poem was written to the tempo of this song
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clutching her hot coffee with both hands
wrapped around the styrofoam take out cup
trying as hard as she could to keep herself
warm against the autumn late afternoon chill
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she’s standing in line like they once did
when their love was still all flaming hot
giddy like little kids at Christmas time
to hear their favorite punk rock band
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she’s mouthing sad memories to no one
and when exactly did it all slow fade away?
the steam rising up through her hair
and that anger wailing in her belly
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because she wants no more
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of those rerun tv dinners
of his always sleepy couch
of those damn ‘I don’t knows’
of another weekend just wasted
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because she’s so done with
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trying to make him
remember why he loved her
trying so hard to make him
remember why her body was only his
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a gentle hand cupped her sleeveless shoulder
and it shook her a little, so inviting and warm
yeah, those bright blue eyes totally understood
‘hey c’mon hun, let’s move up just a little bit’
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she slithered through the crowd to reach the stage
it was always their favorite spot, when they first met
but these days the raging warmth of crushing bodies
writhing in unison…driving bass beat her steady lover
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and now those bright blue eyes right next to hers
straining to figure out those wicked guitar riffs
her smallish fingers stretching, nearly make that leap
until now, an elusive chord just beyond her guitar’s reach
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when that last song finally ended and every light gone dim
the sold out standing room only crowd erupted, hands raised
and in that hopeful darkness their hands met, fingers entwirled
adding their pleas to the encore chorus, ‘More….more….more….’

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her tranquil waters

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Because it’s tomorrow she’s promised
his assured oft homeless heart,
sienna brown eyes her truth a whisper
‘Don’t worry, we can work it out.’

It’s not just another chance she offers
a sense of judgement judgement free,
alabaster smooth skin her lips dark hair
her tranquil waters he lies within.

A musician’s ear perfect pitch her voice
coos the lullaby of forgiveness,
sweet song our mysterious universe sings
her tranquil waters he’ll die within.

for Scout
written April 2013
much thanks to Karl

this poem was submitted to
20 Lines A Day prose and
poetry challenge for April.
http://anexerciseindiscipline.com/2013/04/07/her-tranquil-waters/#comment-12240

Somethings I Like: ‘Oh Sidebar, Why Do You Steal My Life Away?’

Somethings I Like, somethings I collect, little somethings I find, somethings I photograph and somethings I just need to share like
this music video.

‘Oh Sidebar, Why Do You Steal My Life Away?’
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If you’re a music junkie like I am and have spent hours down the rabbithole that is the Sidebar of music video suggestions on Youtube, you’ll understand the humor in that anonymous comment. I don’t find instant faves so often these days but this song, Who Knows Who Cares by the band Local Natives jumped to my playlist pronto.

The 5 part harmonies, the disarmingly simple video production and the bystander reaction at the very end is worth a few minutes of your time, in my very humble opinion. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.