Tag: Pain

Song Lyric Sunday – Van Morrison – Cover of Rolling Stone

Artists who have appeared on the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine is our prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday. What a fantastic subject suggested by our host Jim Adams! It was fun just scrolling through the list going back to the 1960s. My choice is probably my most favorite artist of all time, Van Morrison. He appeared on issue #62 July 9, 1970. The song I picked is ‘Someone Like You’, a favorite of mine. It was written and recorded much later than the magazine issue.

The Song

“Someone Like You” is a song written by Northern Irish singer and songwriter Van Morrison and recorded on his seventeenth studio album, Poetic Champions Compose (1987). It has become a wedding and movie classic and the song subsequently furnished the framework for one of Morrison’s most popular classics and love ballads, “Have I Told You Lately”, released in 1989.

In 1987, the single charted at number 28 on the Billboard Adult Contemporary in the U.S.In 2019, it peaked at #1 on the Ireland radio airplay chart.

“Someone Like You” was recorded in the summer of 1987 at Wool Hall Studios in Beckington, Somerset with Mick Glossop as engineer.

This song was released again on two of Morrison’s compilation albums in 2007. A remastered version has been included in the album, Still on Top – The Greatest Hits and it is one of the songs on Van Morrison’s 2007 compilation album, Van Morrison at the Movies – Soundtrack Hits.

The song was featured in the following movies:

Only the Lonely (1991)
Prelude to a Kiss (1992)
French Kiss (1995)
One Fine Day (1996)
Someone Like You (2001)
Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001)
American Sniper (2014)

Charlie’s Angel Farrah Fawcett was a huge fan of Van Morrison. When the actress was dying of cancer and too sick to attend one of his concerts, the Irish singer taped it especially for her. It was one of the last things she ever watched.

Courtesy of Wiki and Songfacts

The Song Lyrics

I've been searching a long time
Someone exactly like you
I've been traveling all around the world
Waiting for you to come through

Someone like you makes it all worth while
Someone like you keeps me satisfied
Someone exactly like you

I've been travelin' a hard road
Baby, lookin' for someone exactly like you
I've been carryin' my heavy load
Waiting for the light to come shining through

Someone like you makes it all worth while
Someone like you keeps me satisfied
Someone exactly like you

I've been doin' some soul searching
To find out where you're at
I've been up and down the highway
In all kinds of foreign lands

Someone like you makes it all worth while
Someone like you keeps me satisfied
Someone exactly like you

I've been all around the world
Marching to the beat of a different drum
But just lately I have realized
Maybe the best is yet to come

Someone like you makes it all worth while
Someone like you keeps me satisfied
Someone exactly like you
Someone exactly like you
Someone exactly like you

Writer/s: Van Morrison
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Crooked Smile – Flash Fiction

Crooked Smile

She had known pain.  Living with her like a constant companion.  Sometimes nudging, often poking.  Always reminding her of its presence.

The hurt ever-present. Over time festering in her heart, she would lance it like a boil.  Easing out the poison stopping it traveling to her very soul.  Concentrating on this familiar task helped her through another day.

The pain reminded her she was alive. Without it, dead.  To the observer, she was a hamster on a wheel continuously moving, going nowhere, caught in a vicious cycle.  That is how I remembered her.

Now returning to that place I see her vacant look gone.  Replaced with shining eyes I’d never noticed before. Knowing instinctively what happened to the pain she carried.  She’d had it sliced away, leaving a scar, and she wore it proudly on her face in the form of a crooked smile.

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Prosery Monday at D'Verse is hosted tonight by Sarah from SarahSouthwest.  She
has given us a line from a poem by Michael Donaghy.
"She’d had it sliced away, leaving a scar"
We are to use it in exact order in our piece of fiction of exactly 144 words.

Shambles

Shambles

Tender skin caught on barbed wire
surrounding an angry heart
Words trample on delicate feelings
just trying to comprehend the chaos
Eyes fill with salty tears
reacting to a life in shambles
Pain almost too hard to bear
Witnessing the demise
of what once was



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Trample - Word of the Day

Tender - FOWC

Eyes - RDP

‘Amble’ - Stream of Consciousness

Beyond Repair

Beyond Repair

My sadness consuming
We are so completely broken
The pieces of us now
in a thousand shards
scattered, carried by the wind

Crawling and crying
Scratched and bloodied 
I recover what I can
and reassemble the fragments
Knowing the damage is irreparable

Still I have to do something
Isn’t that what I am supposed to do?
Take the blame
and repair the wreckage
Isn’t that what I always do?

Impossible to find all the pieces
of a dysfunctional union
I am left holding
a misshapen, toxic mess that
will never function properly again

The realization is overwhelming
and I know I am obligated to
accept the inevitable 
My heart breaks even more
but now I accept it is done


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Ingrid is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse.  
D'Verse Poets will be taking a Midsummer break until July 11th.

Broken – Poem of the Month – May 2022

Broken

Broken like the wing
of an injured bird
Broken is the silence
of words never heard

Broken like branches of a tree
slowly bent and withered
Crippled by the performance
You so cruelly delivered

Feeling shattered and
broken in a thousand parts
It is the sliver of glass
that is optimism in my heart

A heart left in pieces
after you rendered your speech
You have exited my world
and you are now out of reach

I struggle to sweep away
the fragments of a dream
Scattered in explosion
A world of hope to redeem

Broken is my spirit
at the end of this line
Broken is this heart
You took what was mine


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Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets tonight.
I wrote this poem about four years ago. 

Living Death

Living Death

This pain of mine cannot be denied
My anger chooses not to bargain
As I sink into the lows of depression
I cling hopelessly to the habits 
formed by your dysfunction
My crippled heart beats
to the sound of a broken drum
Acceptance is my demise
because each day I die a little death


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Lisa is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D'Verse and has prompted us with
the book On Death and Dying by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, M.D. In her book
she says the five stages of grief are: denial, anger, bargaining, depression,
and acceptance.  We can choose one or more of the stages in our poem.

City of Lost Souls

City of Lost Souls

The vanilla sky masked a sun
desperate to break through
Dreariness hung in the air
like a wet blanket on hopes
never to materialize

Remains of life lived
lay in derelict piles of rubble
Dreams and memories scattered
Never to be retrieved
The city, a heart without a beat

Ghosts of the brave
wandering empty streets
Searching for lost souls
stolen from broken bodies
Forever haunting 


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Lynda Lee Lyberg is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight tonight and has prompted us with first lines of a novel.  There were twelve to choose from.  My pick was:

The winter sun, poor ghost of itself, hung milky and wan behind layers of cloud above the huddled roofs of the town.’- Thomas Mann, Tonio Kroger, Penguin, 1955

Tiptoe Through The Tulips

Tiptoe Through the Tulips

After last night’s storm the tulip petals
are strewn across the patio
where they mortally fluttered
The stems lay where they were thrown
Deflowered, Dead-headed
as they landed in his face
falling ingloriously at his feet
Pistil and stamen in tact
Naked tulips
The deep violet petals took flight
Descending to the ground in slow motion
The storm, a tempest in a tea cup
Coming from nowhere
with a whipping wind
stirring things up
that are better left alone, 
Words cannot be unsaid
The previous night’s debris
a sad reminder that
not only flowers die


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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Poetics tonight at D’Verse and has prompted us to start our poem with a line from James Harrison’s Songs Of Unreason

Here are the eight lines to choose from:

I chose the last one

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin.”- Arts, Jim Harrison

“He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.”- Poet Warning, Jim Harrison

“In truth each day is a universe in which we are tangled in the light of stars.”- Horses, Jim Harrison

“I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.”- Desert Snow, Jim Harrison

“Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.”- Remote Friends, Jim Harrison

“Some days in March are dark and some altogether glittery and loud with birds.”- March in Patagonia, AZ, Jim Harrison

“We’re doubtless as old as our mothers, thousands of generations waiting for the sunlight.”- Sunlight, Jim Harrison

“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”- Church, Jim Harrison

Don’t Forget The Caregiver

Don’t Forget The Caregiver

She asks for nothing but time
so she might remember
who she is and
that for one waking
moment she does not have
to worry about his needs
That she might be herself
The one she knows still exists
Someone carefree who brought
joy into a room with her smile
and a sense of playfulness and fun

She wishes to be left alone
to be perfectly selfish
To think of only herself for just a while
To worry not of doctors’ appointments
and transportation,
of groceries and cooking
To worry not of tending to another’s desires
To listen not to constant rhetoric
of the unfairness that has befallen him 
and hear not his reminders of her duty
bound by their marriage vows

Being constantly sapped of energy
She finds herself drowning in his pool
and litany of demands
Struggling to breathe her own air
Her face now a mask hiding
the weariness of caregiving
Her laughter silenced
and wishes go unanswered
Clinging to hope that one day
it will be different from the one before
Or she may just lose her mind


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Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets
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