The Song Remains the Same
You have morphed into a guitar
You’ve been transformed into musical notes
You have become
a plaintive song in my heart
That was all you were
That is all you are
That is all you'll ever be
I have said goodbye
I've thrown water to the fire
But still... the guitar weeps
Still... the silenced heart beats
© 2010 Sonya Florentino
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If I Were An Object
If I were an object
I would be a guitar
So that my man would hold me
Close to his heart
He'll hold me, carress me
Touch me, fondle me
And I'll have no recourse but to sing
The sweetest song he'll ever hear
If I were an object of desire
I'd be his guitar
For I know he will never go far
I'll be his sole obsession
a life-long affliction
Subject to his unwavering
affection and dedication
I will conquer his soul
He will be my possession
In return I will grant him
His longed-for absolution
And he will never want to put me down
For he can never get enough of that sound
The notes he'll never reach
The song that makes him weep
The sound of a woman...
... still sighing... while he sleeps....
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Music of the Stars
(to Johnny Alegre)
I heard you first as I walked by
Abelardo Hall
The faint strains of a lead guitar
I just could not ignore
Quietly I entered
the large dim-lit hall
Soon I sat there feeling
What I've never felt before
It was the sound of longing
through the strings of your guitar
A man surrendering his heart
A traveller soul-searching
reaching for the stars
A prayer from the heart
You didn't know me back then
But I can tell you now
The music that possessed you
Took me in its power
For on that day a wayward flame
Touched my very soul
And to this day it haunts me still
A song from long ago
It was the sound of longing
though the strings of your guitar
That echoed the longing in my heart
I know I won't forget
That mystical guitar
That song of timeless distant stars
poem by Sonya Florentino
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps...
It's hard to tell how many regrets my heart keeps,
After the scars of my heart I see.
Eyes fall short of tears to cry,
While my guitar gently weeps...
When my present turns back and into the past it peeps,
Delightful memories flood in with a sweet pain.
All the anguish comes out through the strings,
While my guitar gently weeps...
As the nostalgia
on my broken heart creeps,
I curse myself for my blunders.
Nobody can ever hear my heart sob,
While my guitar gently weeps...
It is so unfair that the whole world peacefully sleeps,
And has faithful people to care.
But I have nobody to console me,
While my guitar gently weeps...
-SUJAY.S.P
poem by Sujay Patekar
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps.
song performed by by Phish
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POEM FROM TITLES (Destroyer, Muse, Metaphor)
THE DESTROYER
Like life... the destroyer… he made me…absent…
knowing…at the finish… anything and everything…
from big to small…nothing…nothing is sacred...
what for why... the search…the connection...
small deaths...dead stars…mercy killing….
now or never...goodbye forever...the end...
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
MUSE
Enigma….
won derment…
you are….
gold….the prize…
my muse…..
beautiful….heartbeat….
Listen…
m agic happens…
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
METAPHOR
Day of empty…
lament in silence….
barely writing……notes for leaving…..
a living will…..
by the second line…
a sudden turn…a poem writes itself…
His life as a poem….
a lesson for living….
metaphor…
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
Note:
The poems above are made entirely from titles of my poems. I got the idea from the poem “Tying Up My Titles in a Titillating Way” by Shornjoe Crockpotter.
poem by Sonya Florentino
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I dont know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice its turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I dont know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all . . .
Still my guitar gently weeps.
song performed by by George Harrison
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God Is Erotic (The Thief)
God is erotic
God is sweet
God is a mystery
God is hypnotic
God is strange
And he made love to me
God is quixotic
God is cute
With child-like fantasies
God is a rebel
And can be cruel
But he's been good to me
God is be-nimble
God is be-quick
He plays a mean guitar
I didn't know that he was God
Until he stole my heart
poem by Sonya Florentino
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MEET ME BY THE RIVER (The Rendezvous)
Meet me by the river tonight
Just you and me under the pale moonlight
I promise you I won’t be afraid
of the dark
Meet me by the river tonight
Just you and me, the moon and the stars
I promise I will give you my heart
There in the water
Meet me by the river tonight
Where the wind makes the water sigh
Take me to the deepest part
And I’ll show you how brave my heart
Meet me after dark, my love
By that river where they say
A year ago today two lovers drowned
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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While My Guitar Genly Weeps
I LOOK AT YOU ALL
SEE THE LOVE THERE THATS SLEEPING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I LOOK AT THE FLOOR
AND I SEE IT NEEDS SWEEPING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DONT KNOW WHY NOBODY TOLD YOU
HOW TO UNFOLD YOUR LOVE
I DONT KNOW HOW SOMEONE CONTROLLED YOU
THEY BOUGHT AND SOLD YOU
I LOOK AT THE WORLD
AND I NOTICE ITS TURNING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
WITH EVERY MISTAKE
WE MUST SURELY BE LEARNING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DONT KNOW HOW YOU WERE DIVERTED
YOU WERE PERVERTED TOO
I DONT KNOW HOW YOU WERE INVERTED
NO ONE ALERTED YOU
I LOOK AT YOU ALL
song performed by by Beatles
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Cat Envy
I wish I were a cat
content and proud
At peace with the world
I wish I were as wise and see
There's more to life
than meets the eye
I wish I were a cat
who's seen it all
And knows exactly
how the big ball rolls
I wish I were a cat
(If I ever come back!)
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Discovery Day
I remember then with the same power
Feeling out of breath just like now
Heart beating like I just ran a mile
Feeling like the luckiest girl alive
I remember not knowing whether to laugh or cry
And not really understanding why
I remember feeling it must be a dream
Everything just too beautiful to be real
I remember my head reeling, ears ringing
Heart heaving, stomach turning
I remember thinking this can't go on
Or my heart would burst like the sun
I remember then like it was now
I remember then to the very hour
And yes it hasn't lost its power
The day I was touched
And burned
The day when
Happiness returned
That strange day
I fell in love
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I LOOK AT YOU ALL
SEE THE LOVE THERE THAT┬┤S SLEEPING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I LOOK AT THE FLOOR
AND I SEE IT NEEDS SWEEPING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DON┬┤T KNOW WHY NOBODY TOLD YOU
HOW TO UNFOLD YOUR LOVE
I DON┬┤T KNOW HOW SOMEONE CONTROLLED YOU
THEY BOUGHT AND SOLD YOU
I LOOK AT THE WORLD
AND I NOTICE IT┬┤S TURNING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
WITH EVERY MISTAKE
WE MUST SURELY BE LEARNING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DON┬┤T KNOW HOW YOU WERE DIVERTED
YOU WERE PERVERTED TOO
I DON┬┤T KNOW HOW YOU WERE INVERTED
NO ONE ALERTED YOU
I LOOK AT YOU ALL...
song performed by by Beatles
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This Is How I Let Go
Guitar in hand
It plays my heart's tunes
As here, in my bathroom, I stand
Eyes closed
All emotion flowing from my heart into my hand
Then out of my guitar's notes
Here I stand
All emotion flowing
Lost and confused
My hurt is now showing
I say, 'let it show'
And continue to write and play my guitar
Out, my hurt does flow
Onto the paper and from the guitar
This is how I let my hurt go
And soon by what people read
They will know
This is how I let it go
poem by Amy Parkinson
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Unspoken Heart Song
Subtle notes fly upon the breeze, notes coming from a guitar of the night.
The guitar plays sweetly for its master, for its gentle master.
The master is a young man, trying to find himself.
A young man with eyes full of care, behind these fair eyes a heart full of love.
You can hear his heart’s song on the breeze, for he plays from his heart.
His eyes meet mine, and I cannot help but feel at peace, the song makes my heart hum with delight.
I can feel the love held inside him, even though he does not play for me.
He is playing the same song that plays in the heart of his darling; his song is calling to her.
“Come home, come home to me darling. I am calling you, can’t you hear me? ”
Is the unspoken song on the breeze.
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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Out Of The Blue
A little girl on the bus today
made another little girl cry
When she wouldn’t let the
other one sit beside her
The dejected girl ran back to
her father’s lap in tears
While the other girl’s mother
kept saying “I’m sorry, we’re sorry”
Everyone in the bus looked so unhappy
The sobbing girl broke everyone’s heart
As for me, I thought, well
Isn’t she lucky…
I tried hard not to recall
another little girl
Who couldn’t find solace
from a dark cruel world
(But I couldn't...)
I run out the bus
But not fast enough
She was already crying
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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April's Song
(with thanks to Sandra Fowler, for reminding me of the beautiful month of April)
I am the beginning
I am the start
I am the awakening
I am the spark
I am the seed
I am the urge
I am the promise
of rebirth
I am the journey
Without end
I am the circle
Once again
I am peace
After the storm
I am warmth
After the cold
I am the flower
Under the snow
I am the green
After the thaw
I am Spring
I am Hope
I am earth’s Eternal Song
Come April...
I'm coming back home
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Write A Song
This is a song
And I'm holding a guitar
I'm pouring out my long
And lonely heart
Now I know why Taylor said
What she said about teardrops
On her guitar
Every time I'm hurting I
Turn Taylor on
I pick up my guitar
And write a song
I say I'm not over you
But I think I'm moving on
I'm wandering in this desert
Going on and on and on
Now I know why Taylor said
What she said about teardrops
On her guitar
Every time I'm hurting I
Turn Taylor on
I pick up my guitar
And write a song
Drew didn't hurt me
But I still feel the pain
Every time I think of you
Hugging me on that very last day
Now I know why Taylor said
What she said about teardrops
On her guitar
Every time I'm hurting I
Turn Taylor on
I pick up my guitar
And write a song
poem by Nicki Luvetti
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While Her Guitar Gently Weeps
While her guitar gently weeps for God
I also weep at the same time
But she is trying so hard to compose a song on her guitar
But she is in trouble with the world man
But all the other words are fine
poem by Aldo Kraas
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This Ol' Guitar
This ol' guitar
has been my best friend
through thick and thin
It has held all my thoughts
spoken them through melody
words whispered from my heart
And at times
this ol' guitar
has even held tears at bay
Stopped my world from falling apart
it even has kept
this ol' heart from breaking in two
Yes, this ol' guitar
has served these aging hands
of mine so well
This ol' guitar
it has created music
that screamed out to be heard
This ol' guitar
has been my best friend
through thick and thin....
poem by Daniel Wittfoth
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Crybaby
Does the weather make me suffer more than anyone
Was a dark cloud assigned to hound me
Does the rain fall heaviest on where I stand
Is the sun's ire directed straight at me
Was the cold wind told I must be followed
Was the snowstorm summoned to bury me
Is the weather really cruel or am I just a
crybaby! : (
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
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