Song Lyric Sunday

This week Jim Adams has prompted us with Seasons – Spring/Summer/Fall and Winter – for Song Lyric Sunday. I just love memorable intros and the song I chose this week does not disappoint. Summer in the City by The Lovin’ Spoonful from 1966. John Sebastian’s voice sounds so sweet. I hope you enjoy it!

Lyrics
Summer In The City
The Lovin' Spoonful


Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright
And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

Cool town, evening in the city
Dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty
Gonna look in every corner of the city
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city
 
Songwriters: John Sebastian / Mark Sebastian / Steve Boone
Summer in the City lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs,
BMG Rights Management, Carlin America Inc
 

Found

Found

Another Thursday rolls around
and she walks to the village green
slowly
 
She will stand by the old oak tree
Sure that today he will be there
waiting
 
This her new weekly ritual
A pilgrimage to her lost love
Longing
 
Two years had passed since he left her
to fight in an overseas war
Hoopla
 
He was a marine proud and true
and a hero in her young eyes
Glory
 
Missing in action they told her
Sorry but we cannot do more
Useless
 
She refused to give up her hope
Although everyone would rib her
Kindly
 
As always her heart did a skip
But today he was standing there 
Oorah!
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Longing

Rib

Hoopla

Saturday Luck Dip Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
“Synchronicity” (The state or fact of being synchronous or
simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem
to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line
stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme
and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be
revealed within the last two stanzas. Created by Debra Gundy.


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Cycle

Cycle

As the sun sinks from view
and the green flash expires
A crimson canvas bleeds its last light
 
The remains of the day
plays its trickery on the eyes
before being swallowed by night
 
A big silvery moon
rises high in the velvet sky
casting its blanket bright
 
As stillness descends
the earth transitions
in fascinating delight
 
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Moon

Trickery

Fascinated

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Perplexed

Perplexed

You came to me
In the flash of an eye
A port in stormy weather
Seeing your face
Knowing instantly 
We would be together
 
Wilderness days
and nightmares 
slowly fading away
As we meld into one 
a clear horizon and
the future in play 
 
Yet moments of darkness
confuse and stun
From where do they come?
To understand, impossible
Explanations insufficient 
Yet I always succumb
 
Blindsided by the rage and
struggling to compromise
It was impossible to prepare
Prone to such anger
with no prisoners taken
Reminiscent of warfare
 
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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National Poetry Writing Month
Day 18 - April 18th
NaPoWriMo
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own,
one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not
through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be
a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human
experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an
effort to understand and deal with it.
 
Word Prompts:

Reminiscent

Compromise

Prone

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From Where I Am Sitting

From Where I Am Sitting

Sitting here
waiting for that one look
Watching you,
adoring you
I am an open book
 
Acknowledgment
of my existence
Is that too much
to expect?
If only you knew
There is no resistance
 
I know you are busy
and your time is limited
But I beg for you to linger
a little longer with me
I will stay riveted
 
I have the perfect anecdote
if you give me a little time
I will show, but
I need your full attention
Just stay and be mine
 
I missed you today
while you were away
I was sad and lonely
Without you I grieved
Hoping everything was okay
 
My love for you is finite
You are all I want and need
I know you love me too, but
forgetting sometimes I am your dog
and I’m a different breed
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

National Poetry Writing Month
Day 17 - NaPoWriMo

Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly
presents a scene from an unusual point of view. Perhaps you could
write a poem that presents Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery from the
perspective of the apple. Or the shootout at the OK Corral from the
viewpoint of a passing vulture. Or maybe it could be something as
everyday as a rainstorm, as experienced by a raindrop.


Word Prompts:

Lingering

Busy

Anecdote

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One Liner Wednesday

Good Wednesday Morning! It must be springtime because everyone is out in the warm sunshine and anxious to make contact with others. Living in a resort town brings many seasonal residents and visitors here for the weather and they love to stop and chat … and chat, and chat … 😳

Remind me to walk the dog at 11:00 PM tonight. It’s safer!

Have a great day!

In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

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