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Song Lyric Sunday – A Kiss From A Rose

As it is Mother’s Day, Jim Adams has prompted us to find a song about Mom/Mothers/Flowers for Song Lyric Sunday. This week I am choosing A Kiss From A Rose by Seal. It is one of those songs that puts me in a place and time. I happened to be visiting my mother in England when it became popular. So I have pleasant memories for this Mother’s Day!.

Hope you enjoy this version from the Batman Forever movie. The quality is better than the original official video.

 

A Kiss From A Rose - by Seal
Lyrics


There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?
 
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
 
There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
Baby, to me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?
 
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
 
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
And if I should fall, will it all go away?
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
 
There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me, you're like a growing, addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large, and the light that you shine can be seen?
 
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
 
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
 
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
 
Songwriters: Henry Olusegun Adeola Samuel
Kiss from a Rose lyrics © BMG Rights Management

The Family Stone

The Family Stone

Mother and father
Side by side
Watching the ship
Slowly disappear
Oh how they cried

Young son looking on
Not yet understanding
The pain they endured
Saying goodbye is hard
When you are left standing

The family dog
Oblivious to it all
Sits patiently by
his young master
Waiting for his call

Undoubtedly they will
be here again one day
When son number two
Grows up to be a man
And he too will sail a way

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Helene Vaillant’s What do you see? Photo/Write Challenge

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Evil Woman

Evil Woman

You scarred him for life
Midwife to the devil
So full of jealousy
You egotistical witch
Taking the gift of motherhood
To an unacceptable level

Poor child yearning for approval
Just wishing for the love of his mother
Instead he gets a competitor
A green-eyed monster
Craving the attention meant for him
As if she were his wicked stepmother

A pathological narcissist
Always cruel and wicked
With only love for herself
Doing damage for a lifetime
He was just an innocent boy
Now a man afflicted

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Fearless

A fearless warrior
Alone in her plight
Fighting for their existence
No one to help her and the child
Determined to go the distance

She walked through fire
but was not burnt by it
She circled her wagons
With her never ending fury
She slayed the dragons

She would fight tigers
For she was a mother
Crossing her you cannot afford
For the life of her daughter
She would fall on her sword

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #48

Using the line She walked through fire but was not burnt by it

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Longing

Longing through her tears
She sees the child with no fears
A vision in a dress of blue
A pretty ribbon in her hair
A photo taken with care
Capturing the early morning hue

Standing by her mother with pride
Family dog sitting on the other side
She looks lovingly at the image
Yearning for that period of purity
Representing her cherished security
A familiar landscape to envisage

Safe holding her mother’s hand
Happy to be in her wonderland
A place where someone hears her cry
The dog loved and never forgot
Colorful flowers in their pretty pots
A vivid recollection in her memory

The grass so green and mowed fresh
Sunlight peeking through gossamer mesh
Are these just ghosts from the past
That are summoned on command
To rejuvenate the soul and understand
Bringing her needed comfort at long last

Precious moments captured
Were too soon fractured
Locked in a paper memory
Bad experiences tend to stay
Happy memories fade away
Innocence remembered in a reverie

Dreams were forgotten
As lives turned rotten
With the passing of years
Happiness a lesson hard to revince
Lost in feelings unable to convince
Anything wished for just disappears

Christine Bolton

Fandango one word challenge: Lesson

Word of the Day Challenge: Rejuvenate

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Pedigree

Pedigree

You do what you always do
When confusion fills your head
The pain in your gut is real
And I begin to fear with dread

The cross hairs of your frustration
Had me squarely in its sight
You took aim and fired
I fell victim to its flight

You were doing what was taught
The apple does not fall far from the tree
Your mother’s anger toward you
Is now aimed at me

It causes such pain in our lives
But you cannot help your ancestry
No more than I can
Because this is our Pedigree

The lessons were taught
When we were so young
We have to break the cycle
Before more harm is done

The family tree is responsible
For more than we would care to choose
Our lineage defines us
And it is not so easy to lose

Christine Bolton

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