Snowbird


Snowbird
 
As the sky turns
From blue to creamy yellow
When the sun sinks lower
And we begin to feel mellow
 
Feeling the slight tingle
of freshly sun-kissed skin 
And freckles on a nose
That knows not how to begin
 
Your sapient thoughts confirm
This is where you need to be
Brush off the cobwebs
In search of liberty
 
For all the winter clothes
Are but just an armor
That protect us from the cold
And keep us warmer
 
Connect with your inner self
And follow your dreams
Stay on target
Its easier than it seems
 
Shed the unnecessary weight
Discard those scratchy threads 
And free yourself 
From winter’s dread
 
Be venturesome and curious
Stay full of wonder
Spread your wings
Let no one steal your thunder
 
Fly south young bird
As your parents have sung
Follow the sun and
stay forever young
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Venturesome

Target

Connect

Sapient

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Weeping Willow


Weeping Willow
 
The Weeping Willow’s tears
Poured into the rippling water
Until the swollen river crested
 
So full with her grief
Swallowing deeply, ingesting her pain
Until she no longer protested
 
She came often to share her thoughts
This time she brought her anguish
It was as if her heart infested
 
The Willow absorbed her cries
The deep sobs of the wounded
It was there for whatever she requested
 
The river flowed over her feet
Washing away her heartache
Encouraging her to stay until she was rested
 
As the Willow tree and river soothed her
The sun shone its light on her sadness
Until her fresh thoughts were manifested
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt:

Ripple

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Fantasy


Fantasy
 
Last night I had a dream
You were lying next to me
In a dark room
Somewhere near the sea
I could hear crickets
In the balmy stillness
Moonbeams streaking
Light through the darkness
 
A sensation of calmness
As I let you stroke my cheek
Your arms went around me
and I began to feel weak
You grasped my hands
pulling them behind me
Expertly binding them
and I pretended to get free
 
Your actions were exciting
Almost kinky in a way
Your body pushing against me
as I submissively lay
I didn’t know who you were
I perhaps did not care
Was this even a dream
Or a fantasy nightmare
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Kinky

Free

Dream

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Song Lyric Sunday – American Boy

This week the theme is “Boys” for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday

Lots to choose from and I feel that we are going to see a lot of variety in today’s offerings.     

This one by Estelle and featuring Kanye West (2008) was one of my favorites in recent years.  It’s hip hop but has great musical beat.  I am not a Kanye fan particularly but I do like Estelle.  She is a London born musician, now residing in New York, who was first signed by John Legend for his own music label. You can check her out on Wikipedia.

Hope you enjoy it and have a great Sunday.

American Boy

Lyrics

[Kanye West:]
Just another one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle, we ’bout to get down, get down.
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Yes
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats

[Estelle:]
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American boy.

He said “Hey, Sister.
It’s really, really nice to meet you.”
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who’s just my type.
I like the way he’s speaking, his confidence is peaking.
Don’t like his baggy jeans but I’mma like what’s underneath them.
And no I ain’t been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York’s heart awaits.
First let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my brethren.
I’m liking this American boy, American boy

Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American boy, American boy

Can we get away this weekend?
Take me to Broadway.
Let’s go shopping, baby, then we’ll go to a café.
Let’s go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I’d like to see what’s good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking fresh to death, I’m loving those Shell Toes.
Walking that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I’m liking this American boy, American boy.

Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American boy

Tell ’em wagwan blud

[Kanye West:]
Who killing ’em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say, “You, K.”
Reluctantly ’cause most of this press don’t fuck with me.
Estelle once said to me, “Cool down, down, don’t act a fool now, now.”
I always act a fool oww oww.
Ain’t nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinking.
Ribena I know what you’re drinking.
Rap singer. Chain blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you’re blinking.
What’s your persona.
About this Americana rhymer.
Am I shallow ’cause all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this peacoat, tell me he’s broke.
And I know you ain’t into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CASH.
‘Cause a lot wags wanna hear it.
And I’m feeling like Mike at his Baddest.
Like The Pips at they Gladys.
And I know they love it.
So to hell with all that rubbish

[Estelle:]
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be mine?
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American boy, American boy?

Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American boy, American boy
You’ll be my American boy.
Be my American boy!
American boy.

[Estelle:]
La la lala la lalala
La la lala la lalala

Writer(s): ADAMS WILLIAM, WEST KANYE OMARI, HARRIS KEITH ERNESTO, LOPEZ JOSHUA MATTHEW, STEPHENS JOHN ROGER, SPEIR CALEB, SWARA ESTELLE FANTA, WASHINGTON KWELI EBON 

The Dog and the Butterfly


The Dog and the Butterfly

Oh how high he jumped
Into the sky
Excited and free
He felt like he could fly
Wherever you go
I will follow you, he said with a sigh 
She fluttered momentarily 
The dog and the butterfly
 
Up and over, in and out
Making him dizzy of his eyes
She teased him relentlessly
He wasn’t such a tough guy
A symbiotic relationship
He did run and was spry
She could hover out of reach
The dog and the butterfly
 
They would chase each other
Her love he did vie
She was lost without him
And he knew why
Happy together
They would never say goodbye
Opposites attract
The dog and the butterfly
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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