Now you know.

One of my favorites back when I knew how to write what I called lyrical poetry…or poetry of any kind at all.

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Slippin’ into sideways single again, thinkin’ I know what’s the best thing for my friend.
Never seein’ I’m the one playin’ a fool, keep trippin’ into a funk deeper than a city cesspool.
Do you ever think you want your own time, oh but you keep missin’ when she’s out of your line?
Then you look into her eyes, her heart and you play it off like a chump, thinkin’ you’re so cool.

Love’s not a playground for the child or the immature clown painted on society’s scripted scene.
Expectations of your world can bring you down to your knees and shatter your deepest dreams.
Where do you go from here when all you know is the beaten down lovers lost melody hit machine?
Words rhymed and bought to break your heart and rip your pockets for every cent at the seams?

Fill your heart, feel the steam.
Let it…

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Tomorrow.

I think about tomorrow,

More than today.

For, tomorrow,

Is where I plan to stay.

Tomorrow,

Is closer every day.

Now you know.

Slippin’ into sideways single again, thinkin’ I know what’s the best thing for my friend.
Never seein’ I’m the one playin’ a fool, keep trippin’ into a funk deeper than a city cesspool.
Do you ever think you want your own time, oh but you keep missin’ when she’s out of your line?
Then you look into her eyes, her heart and you play it off like a chump, thinkin’ you’re so cool.

Love’s not a playground for the child or the immature clown painted on society’s scripted scene.
Expectations of your world can bring you down to your knees and shatter your deepest dreams.
Where do you go from here when all you know is the beaten down lovers lost melody hit machine?
Words rhymed and bought to break your heart and rip your pockets for every cent at the seams?

Fill your heart, feel the steam.
Let it flow,
She’s in your bloodstream,
You’re not alone,
Now you know.

Feel her love, feel her deep,
Intense and low,
You’re denied peace in sleep,
You’re addicted,
And now you know.

Now you know.

Oh. Oh.

Slippin’ sheets across sensations of last nights slumbered distress.
Comin’ to an end of your sweet dreams of silk and a whole lot less.
Is it a wonder you haven’t been in the pop culture extreme obscene?
Lipstick and perfumed skinned is all you need confess.

Tender kisses with restrained passion desires.
Pressin’ into her flesh, flames the fires hotter and hotter.
Openin’ my eyes will send my despair even higher.
Seconds slip by, throat’s so dry, needin’ her lips like life givin’ water.

Fill your heart, feel the steam.
Let it flow,
She’s in your bloodstream.
You’re not alone,
Now you know.

Feel her love, feel her deep,
Intense and low,
You’re denied peace in sleep,
You’re addicted,
And now you know.

Now you know.

Oh. Oh.

Givin’ in to the spin of this need.
Hatin’ the pain to concede,
The passing time, I need to heed,
When this love is so high like the tide,
Of a raging sea.

Fill your heart, feel the steam.
Let it flow,
She’s in your bloodstream.
You’re not alone,
Now you know.

Feel her love, feel her deep,
Intense and low,
You’re denied peace in sleep,
You’re addicted,
And now you know.

Now you know.


 


Amber WakeRonovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in February of 2016. He shares his life through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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for the someone

for the someone poem by Ronovan

I reckon I can find a way
A way to say it
But don’t betray it
Cause I don’t know if my heart can take it
 
Playing with a somber tempo
Baby I used to solo
Not sure about this
But I’ll give it all I’ve got to . . . know

Why am I so jaded
Has my love line faded
Do you know what I’m hopin’
Keep the windows open
Shine those rays over
Taking me slower
To the extreme
 
Kisses are splendid
Broken dreams are mended
Our senses are blended
When we are of one
 
My walls are forming
Memories are storming
Time for performing
Why do I turn and run
 
My knees are bruising
So sore from overusing
Tumbling from confusing
Please give me something to hold on . . . to
 
Slippin’ on pages
Filled with rages
Somehow never engages
Now fighting for someone
 
Tell me your staying
No more delaying
Baby I’m praying
For you the one
 
Why am I so jaded
Has my love line faded
Do you know what I’m hopin’
Keep those windows open
Shine those rays over
Taking me slower
To the extreme

for the someone

Ronovan

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love. #TunefulTuesday

It’s been some time since I did a Tuneful Tuesday but here we are…it’s Tuesday and I’m in a tuneful mood.

It’s a Saturday night in 1979-1980 and I’m on the roller rink rollering away, possibly trying not to break my arm or neck as I hang on to the rail . . . teaching myself to skate. A foolish endeavor when looking back on the fact that one of the prettiest teenage girls ever, my baby-sitter or whatever, was an expert skater and wanted to show me how. Oh how boys can be dumb at a certain age.

Then the scary thing happens. The somewhat empty floor is swarmed. Why? Because the first #1 hit in the land for a British Hall of Fame act is announced as being next.

It’s crazy. Yes, it’s even just a little thing. But I have no idea what it had to do with love.

Freddie Mercury and Queen with Crazy Little Thing Called Love begins and the drum beats of Roger Taylor that are possibly forgotten in their influence through the years due to a once in a life time voice and performer in Mercury drives everyone around the rink.

The meaning of the lyrics? They are what they are and the song is a tribute to Elvis Presley. One of those rare songs from a legendary performer that was what it was. That’s cool if you think about it.

From Melody Maker interview  05/o2/81:

Let’s talk about your song writing. Can you write songs to order: “At two o’clock today I will start working on song . . . ?”

I have no set rules for writing, but yes, I can write like that, I really can. It’s haphazard and it’s become a bit of a joke to me, but if I knew we’re going into the studio I just get my thinking process going. I can write songs to order, like a job. Some songs come faster that others: “Bohemian Rhapsody” I had to work at like crazy. I just wanted that kind of song. “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” took me five or ten minutes. I did that on the guitar, which I can’t play for nuts, and in one way it was quite a good thing because I was restricted, knowing only a few chords. It’s a good discipline because I simply had to write within a small framework. I couldn’t work through too many chords and because of that restriction I wrote a good song, I think.

And the live version.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

This thing called love I just can’t handle it
this thing called love I must get round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called love
This (This Thing) called love
(Called Love)
It cries (Like a baby)
In a cradle all night
It swings (Woo Woo)
It jives (Woo Woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish,
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called loveThere goes my baby
She knows how to Rock n’ roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweatI gotta be cool relax, get hip
Get on my track’s
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I’m ready
Crazy little thing called loveI gotta be cool relax, get hip
Get on my track’s
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I’m ready (Ready Freddie)
Crazy little thing called love

This thing called love I just can’t handle it
this thing called love I must get round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called love

Much Respect-Much Love

Ronovan

Ron_LWIRonovan is an author, and blogger who shares his life as an amnesiac and Chronic Pain sufferer though his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.WordPress.com.

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