Sentiment Is Selfish
Sentiment is selfish
Born of blind eyed men
Still boys at heart
Who keep the woman as a 'native'
In a dolls house full of chintz
And floral covered photgraphs
They crave like oedipus
Blind eyed and smothered
For a mothers love
They pin their hopes on
' Next weeks recipe'
And apron strings
Off which their hairy fingers hang
Their minds unhinged
By faye things
'Mary poppins'
The female 'piped piper'
calling all the lost and orphan children home
Clueless
They searched for delia smith or fanny craddock
[if they're old]
Not Cherie Blair or Condeleezza Rice
Coupling the two
Would be an awful vice!
They hunger for puff pastries 'sweets meats' and fries,
Not politics or rhetoric or wit
For love is in 'her eyes'!
And in her turkey thighs
All other sense is lies
But this!
Another metaphor for women
is 'Slave mother to domestic bliss! '
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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Gift
Love given
Ridden
Lived in
Loved in
Lost in
Love fallen
Broken
Stalling
Spoken
Woken in smoke filled rooms
Full of old whispers calling to
Love taken
Mistaken
Forsaken
Love wounded
Love preacher
Love teacher
Love prayer
Love giver
Lover taker
Love sinner
Love maker
Love over
Too soon
like a gift forgotten
Your face in the mirror
Much older
yvette m smith sept 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Wild Eyed Southern Boys
Its a hot night at the juke joint
And the bands pumpin rhythm and blues
Gonna spill a little rock and roll blood tonight
Gonna make some front page news
And the ladies hate the violence
Still they never seem to look away
Cause they love those
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Wild eyed southern boys
Its a southern point of honor
You got a get right in on the action
You can hear the outlaws holler
Fight for the lady in black
And she's just one in a million
But she's all I need tonight
Cause she loves those
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
Oohhh yeah
Wild eyed boys
A man of wealth and power
Is out on the dance hall floor
He got a champagne Eldorado parked outside the door
And he's looking for a honky tonk angel
But he don't stand a chance in hell
Cause he ain't no wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed boy
Wild eyed southern boys
Wild eyed boys
song performed by by 38 Special
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Mid the Piteous Heaps of Dead
'MID the piteous heaps of dead
Goes one weary golden head
Tossing ever to and fro,
Calling loud and calling low.
Mother, mother, step so light,
Mother, lay your fingers white
On my forehead like a dew !
Mother, mother, where are you?
Still so loud he makes his cry
That the dying cannot die;
All the writhing field's one groan
While he lies and cries alone.
But his mother's far away;
Cannot hear him cry and say:
Mother, I am dying, come!
Mother, I am lost from home!
Mary, Mother of all men,
Come and comfort him in pain.
Take his young head to the breast
Where your Child and God had rest.
Mary, Mary, step so light.
Mary, lay your fingers white
On his forehead! He shall dream
That his mother comforts him.
Mary, Mother, croon him o'er
Lullabies you sang before!
Mary, ease him, crooning low,
In the way that mothers know!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Light
It dazzles in a clear night
Made clearer still
By artificial rays
Making a path to guide us home
It is a beacon
A bright halo of hope
A candle of warmth and sentiment
It makes love sound heavenly
Makes our journey safe and full
As if it were a divine hand resting on our shoulders
Without it
The stars would dim and fade out
The sky fill with darkness
The lamp would retreat
Into formlessness
The sky would be lost to the darkness
There would be no sun
No moon
The soul would close up and die
Even noise or speech or sound
Would be senseless
detached and barren
All things living sleeping
Light
In the beginning there was light
All living things followed
And these were only the signs leading homewards
yvette smith april 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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For the lost
Grief, asks no questions
But still we strive to fill it with an answer
To pity the undisguised soul
That walks bare foot across our sanctuary of dreams
To paint mournful dancing tears upon the lonely strangers face
Stranger still,
Our own reflection in the mirror of their eyes
We stand by graves
With unsung hymns still held between the fingers of our hands
Tongue dry
This is hope
This is grief
The glass is shattered
But still we weave a map from broken veins
As if 'our failing hearts' were born for this
To turn our losses with the spin of every coin
Upon the fall of every dice
Forcing an answer where no question lies
Our kingdoms born of chance and solemn kings
preparing for our death
While the orphan sweetly sings!
yvette m smith dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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The man who lost his soul
The man who lost his soul had a hole for a heart,
And so, wherever he went, there was a draught
Until one day he met his 'better half'
And feeling complete
He could thaw his sad frozen feet, at last
At the fire of love
And all loss was a thing of the past!
yvette m smith jan 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Question
I don't have the answer
So why ask me, why?
Why do you ask me a question
When there is no reply?
As though the answer was this?
Did you know all along?
That so much space
Is weighed down in white silence
Who told you these things?
These imagined replies?
To the unanswered question
The question why?
There is no reply
But bad weather
Rough roads
There is no reply
Leave the rain alone
There is no reply
No reply
No answer to why
Leave the question alone
No face in the sky
No key to the door
No there is nothing, but nothing
So leave nothing alone
And turn round and go home
Watch the sea from your window
The waves rise and fall
Nothing but madness
And nothing at all! !
The moon's silver crescent
No time to recall
What is left
What is deaf
What is blind
To ritual?
To sign?
There's no pattern no season
No face in the wall
No reason too reasonable
To make no sense at all!
There is no reply
To pain
Love lost
To prayer
Why ask me these questions?
When there's no answer there?
yvette m smith july 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Yes
Yes I have lied to you about love and truth
And all those things you hold so dear
Yes I have lyed with you
And in love
And in truth,
And told you every dream within my heart
And in this place I find our love still resting here
yvette m smith dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Love Is
Love is not that simple
Not as simple as,
Love is?
Yet I remember you,
In and out of love,
Nothing lost
That is not gained
Yes I remember you,
In and out of love
In a year full of famine
Finding you here
Standing in the midst of war
After the rain
And the dance of lost chances
I remember you standing here
As clear as a picture
Brighter than those days now gone
Moving in and out of love
Like shadows
In and out like waves across the sun
So much to live for
So much richness found in famine
And love is, and love was,
Never quite here
Never quite gone
yvette smith july 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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How To Write Wrong Right
What is wrong is often misunderstood as right
And what is right is often wrong
And so many write the song
And make right wrong
And do this right
Error perfect
Taught the perfect flaw
There is no cure or cause or fate
Of late forgetulness makes us feel blessed
Make sense from 'Ignorance is bliss'
Making what's wrong, our perfect right
We create 'our genius' over night! !
mary shelley junior
AKA Yvette m Smith
dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Sorry
Sorry I could not be there
Open my face
Surround you with lies
Comfort hides in disguise
And these are the masks
We carefully wear
Worn down
We bear them
For every occasion
Births
Marriages
And death
They keep us safe
A hearts distance
Out of arms reach
Love
I am sorry that I never told you these things,
About, what it is to live just beneath the surface
A breath away
Skin deep,
And yet
There is something left unloved
Like love.
And sorry, sorry, sorry,
So much left
Unturned unseen
These invisible things
My love, my love.
Yvette M Smith poet of uk
june 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Submission To A Badly Writ Poem
There is a theory about single women [of a certain age]
That like the freudian slip up
They are one cat owners
Some inhabit a single room
Some have a one bed flat
[They are hidden in basements]
They have bad hair and teeth
They have kept their secret behind old photographs
They keep friends to the past
At the back of the fridge shelf with the old vegetation
Taking up residence
Wearing the same out of date dress
Dancing alone
Out of time
Who told them this?
When did this happen?
Who wrote the expiry date on the label
'marked woman thirty and upward going nowhere?
Some people [they are always on mass and nameless]
Believe in labels and counting calories
They live on green salad and french fries
And old movies? did I say 'old'
Who told them this?
Who took away their names?
Took up residence in their minds
.................read THE NEWS
It's happening in a town near you
yvette smith april 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Underneath The Stars
When the closed eyed dawn
Breaks the silence
Of the still dark nights
Ceaseless argument
When restless skies move unseen
Beneath the curtain
Each ruin a dream
Unshed
Unseen
And underneath
A pillow of stars
Still waits
To illminate
The moons unshared secret
Come walk with me beneath the lamplight
And leave your fingerprint
Upon my heart
And let the rivers rippling beat
Prepare to dance
yvette m smith dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Brown Eyed Handsome Man
(Berry)
Well, flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a woman walking in the sand.
She'd be walking thirty miles en route to Bombay to meet a brown eyed handsome man,
her destination was a brown eyed handsome man.
Way back in history three thousand years, in fact ever since the world began,
there's been a whole lotta good women shedding tears over a brown eyed handsome man,
a lot of trouble was a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, the Milo de Venus was a beautiful lass, she had the world in the palm of her hand
she lost both her arms in a wrestling match to win a brown eyed handsome man,
she fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, a beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind between a doctor and a lawyer man.
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself a brown eyed handsome man,
just like your daddy was, a brown eyed handsome man.
Well, a two, three the count with nobody home he hit a high flyer into the stand.
A rounded third he was a-heading for home,
it was a brown eyed handsome man that won the game, It was a brown eyed handsome man.
It was a brown eyed handsome man.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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If
If I did not carry you to me
Gently
weaving my minds imagination upon you
Like a photograph
Or go to hold you in my arms
Or carry this water to the rivers edge
Where you lay
And have always been
If I did not call attention to these things
My sweet imaginings of
That rest upon you
In my gentle kindling
Of birds wings
Somehow nesting
Somewhere
Making calling
Home over rough terrain
This emptiness
Would in these shells made mine
Echo back
To me
The muse
Of my yearnings
Turning
The swiftness of one life
Upon the untouched air
Unreachable
I could not define
You
who have rested here before me
After my dreams
Running wildly away
yvette m smith may 2009
poem by Yvette Smith
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Love Thy Self
Is it selfish to hope my love will be as beautiful as the flame streaming and dancing off of the tip of a match, but weep when things go up in smoke?
Is it selfish to wrap my arms around my love's legs and beg her to take me with her, but, later, long to be back home?
Is it possible to love her as much as a new pair of socks in a rice paddy trench?
Is it possible to love her as much as the homeless love a park bench?
Is it possible to love her as much as my last cigarette when the bell tolls for thee?
Is it possible my love will love me?
poem by C.S. Smith
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Artistic intent
My ego is as red as the night is dark
Blood red it spills through my heart
Tred carefully you blind, you deaf, you mute
For you tred on my dreams! YOU BRUTE!
y.m smith poet of the uk
poem by Yvette Smith
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Fever
He was enquiring
meticulous in note taking
Scrawled amensiac letters and
Night sweat
And blurring of
visions thinly partitioned
masked
Under a moist skein
Of white light
Floating falling
Veiled
Blind apparitions
mad genius
symmetry and
Harmony
And broken chord
untimed
hand clapped out
synch
They said
fever
Leaves limbs
dangling flower heads
Wilting away from
The centre
decentralising
And decoding
sense
on sense
And white lights fading into
morning
curtained off
sealed slept in
These other seeing eyes
These other lives lived
Before waking
yvette m smith
dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Blind Love
Words and music by tom waits
Now youre gone
And its hotels and whiskey and sad luck days
And I dont care if they miss me
I never remember their names
They say if you get far enough away
Youll be on your way back home
Well Im at the station
And I cant get on the train
Must be blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
Stone blind love
Well the streets turning blue
The dogs are barking and the night has come
And its tears that are falling
From these brown eyes now
And I wonder where you are
And I whisper your name
(I whisper your name)
And the only way to find you
Is if I close my eyes
And find you with my blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
Stone blind love
Oh its blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Ruthie Lingle
Blue ruthie lingle take me home
Sad eyed suzanna take me home
Legs, thighs an navel youre the only one
Goddess samantha take me home
Black eyed rebecca take me home
Here buxom gretta take me home
The curse of those red lips o me
Leah samantha take me home
Meek mother mary take me home
Sweet sister sarah take me home
Underneath the floor boards
Down here eatin dirt
Seduce me samantha take me home
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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