In a bar in DUBLIN, on the banks of the Liffey, where we'd met and fell in love and learnt too many BAD HABITS what seemed like a lifetime ago, we found ourselves sitting across from each other once again.
As some SLOW BLUES played in the bakground, we tried to make some small talk and avoid anything flirtatious, but there were things that I had to say, words that were fighting to leave my lips and I couldn't contain them any longer. When I looked at my OLD FLAME, even just for a moment, I felt young again. I felt like I was home. And if there was even the slightest chance our BROKEN DREAMS could become real again, then I had to take it, and so I told her: "I'm STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU."
SARAH didn't reply for what seemed like forever. Then she threw her Guinness on me, and said I had no right to be saying those things and confusing her two days before her wedding. And I broke out into a COLD SWEAT, until I noticed the smile just starting to form at the corners of her mouth.
If I was serious, we would have to LEAVE THIS TOWN, she said, there would be no way to stay once everything had been thrown into chaos.
And she was right. We'd have to GET OUT OF HERE. Too many people would be looking for a SHOWDOWN. Her family and her now former husband-to-be had never liked me much to begin with, and claiming her as my SWEETHEART just two days before she was due to get married would be the last straw.
But as we both agreed, it was better than doing it two days after... 😎
Thanks! I had fun working on this one. I remembered there was a fantastic version of 'Still In Love With You' on YouTube, where they're playing live in Dublin. So I watched it again, and thought ahh, that's a perfect starting point for a story. Glad you enjoyed it... 😎
I thought this read like a poem or even a song. I don't know but the first half has a flow and rhythm to it. That's how I envisioned it. Great story Chris, finally a happy end? hahahaha. Really good stuff with Thin Lizzy.
Haha! It is a surprisingly happy ending this one. For a change. That's really great it reads like a poem/song, too. It must be all the Irish influence! Or perhaps it's just the influence of reading all you wonderful poets! Thanks... 😎
Well... you're a singer right? I don't know, it sounded that way in my head. Maybe try singing it to see if works out. We're all in great company in here! Thank you for bringing this to us!
Well, occasional singer. I usually let the guitar do the singing! Haha. Yes, it's become a wonderful little writing group here. It's always so interesting to see what everyone has come up with... 😎
Wow! Too many coincidences appear reading this wonderful song title poem. Travis, another blast form the past. Writing to reach you before you were young, reminds me of @Evelyn Skye ‘s post that I read yesterday about writing a character who turns out is the man of her dreams. I hope I got that right. And then Darienne you write this, it’s like a continuation of the thoughts I’ve had on how we write. Thank you!
Taylor Swift for me today :-) Note: this poem is not “about” Swift in any respect - I love her music - it is written in collaboration with her songs, not as any kind of comment on them. <3
Yeah - it was probably unnecessary here in the comments. It's just with the discourse around Swift I wanted to make sure no-one thought I was saying she was a "false god" or anything. :-)
Wow, Tricky. That is a blast from the past. I have a CD of 'Hell Is Round the Corner', but I think that's about it. I will have to explore his music more... 😎
Tanita Tikaram
If I knew
Only the ones we love
For all these years
My love
We almost got it together
The day before you came
Love story
I like this
Back in your arms
Everyday is new
Don’t let the cold
World outside my window
I might be crying
Dust on my shoes
Valentine Heart
I think of you
The capuccino song
Twist in my sobriety
I was about to go on and google Tanita, but reading the last line I figure out (all by my self) who she is :)
Oh good. The day I come up with an artist you don’t know of… is very far away. hahahahahaha
Twist in my sobriety, I love that song, perfect to finish this poem on.
Thank you! It’s a grower. I’m more of a good tradition fan but she’s got some great songs.
THIN LIZZY
In a bar in DUBLIN, on the banks of the Liffey, where we'd met and fell in love and learnt too many BAD HABITS what seemed like a lifetime ago, we found ourselves sitting across from each other once again.
As some SLOW BLUES played in the bakground, we tried to make some small talk and avoid anything flirtatious, but there were things that I had to say, words that were fighting to leave my lips and I couldn't contain them any longer. When I looked at my OLD FLAME, even just for a moment, I felt young again. I felt like I was home. And if there was even the slightest chance our BROKEN DREAMS could become real again, then I had to take it, and so I told her: "I'm STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU."
SARAH didn't reply for what seemed like forever. Then she threw her Guinness on me, and said I had no right to be saying those things and confusing her two days before her wedding. And I broke out into a COLD SWEAT, until I noticed the smile just starting to form at the corners of her mouth.
If I was serious, we would have to LEAVE THIS TOWN, she said, there would be no way to stay once everything had been thrown into chaos.
And she was right. We'd have to GET OUT OF HERE. Too many people would be looking for a SHOWDOWN. Her family and her now former husband-to-be had never liked me much to begin with, and claiming her as my SWEETHEART just two days before she was due to get married would be the last straw.
But as we both agreed, it was better than doing it two days after... 😎
Love these tales Chris🙌🏻
Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying them... 😎
I loved this Chris! The end line wraps it up beautifully!
Thanks! I had fun working on this one. I remembered there was a fantastic version of 'Still In Love With You' on YouTube, where they're playing live in Dublin. So I watched it again, and thought ahh, that's a perfect starting point for a story. Glad you enjoyed it... 😎
Good timing, great poem, shame about the Guinness.
Absolutely! What a waste of a good Guinness. Haha! Glad you enjoyed it... 😎
I thought this read like a poem or even a song. I don't know but the first half has a flow and rhythm to it. That's how I envisioned it. Great story Chris, finally a happy end? hahahaha. Really good stuff with Thin Lizzy.
Haha! It is a surprisingly happy ending this one. For a change. That's really great it reads like a poem/song, too. It must be all the Irish influence! Or perhaps it's just the influence of reading all you wonderful poets! Thanks... 😎
Well... you're a singer right? I don't know, it sounded that way in my head. Maybe try singing it to see if works out. We're all in great company in here! Thank you for bringing this to us!
Well, occasional singer. I usually let the guitar do the singing! Haha. Yes, it's become a wonderful little writing group here. It's always so interesting to see what everyone has come up with... 😎
I know. You all impress me every day!
T is for Travis
Writing to reach you
Before you were young
Eyes wide open
Combing my hair
Big chair
Safe
City in the rain
Used to belong
Follow the light
The connection
Sing
Coming around
Me beside you
The day to day
This love
Beautiful
Walking in the sun
Pipe dreams
What will come
Quite free
Driftwood
Wow! Too many coincidences appear reading this wonderful song title poem. Travis, another blast form the past. Writing to reach you before you were young, reminds me of @Evelyn Skye ‘s post that I read yesterday about writing a character who turns out is the man of her dreams. I hope I got that right. And then Darienne you write this, it’s like a continuation of the thoughts I’ve had on how we write. Thank you!
Will read Evelyn’s words now! Thank you.
Hope they speak to you.
Lovely poem, beautiful ending!
Thanks Fontini.
What a beautiful love note. It's floaty and free and so tender.
Thank you Treasa.
Tindersticks
.
She’s Gone
.
Another night in
Rented rooms.
All the love
Dying slowly
Until the morning comes.
This fear of emptiness
Tricklin
From the inside—
No place so alone.
.
Sometimes it hurts
My oblivion.
Sweet memory,
Don’t ever get tired.
Let’s pretend
I was your man;
The turns we took
Running wild
Like only lovers can,
One way street
Mistakes.
.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCu-Qfd_rjg&ab_channel=Tindersticks-Topic
One way street mistakes, tell us more...
You're asking too much, Treasa! Thankfully there are not many letters left :)
6 days left, and a whole lot of weird letters. We'll get there.
Some alphabets have even more letters... should I add some more? Hahahahahha
Wow, Fotini! “Dying slowly, until the morning comes” is a definite ending.
A dead end, I dare say...
Another amazing choice. Again, the song titles just blur into the background and this becomes just a beautifully told story in its own right... 😎
Thanks Chris 🙏
Uff! That’s so impactful Fontini!
This fear of emptiness Tricklin From the Inside. Just wow!!!🙌🏻
Taylor Swift for me today :-) Note: this poem is not “about” Swift in any respect - I love her music - it is written in collaboration with her songs, not as any kind of comment on them. <3
.
-: Ode to False Gods :-
.
Out of the woods
Starlight,
.
Bigger than the whole sky—
.
Speak now
False god:
.
I forgot that you existed.
.
.
.
Another gorgeous poem from you! And a disclaimer…?
Yeah - it was probably unnecessary here in the comments. It's just with the discourse around Swift I wanted to make sure no-one thought I was saying she was a "false god" or anything. :-)
I see. You're right, a lot of discourse around Swift. We have Gloria who's written a couple of Swift inspired poems as well.
I just saw Gloria's work - so good! :-)
Yup, great stuff whether inspired by Swift or not!
Ahh, another bit of Tay Tay. Very nice... 😎
Cheers Chris!!! 💜
TRICKY
.
Feed me suffocated love,
broken homes.
Bad dreams vent
somebody's sins.
Black steel moving
through water like stone.
Bury the evidence,
tear out my eyes,
your name.
Thinking of running off?
Nothings matters,
does it.
https://youtu.be/9ZJTM03UByU?feature=shared
Tricky! I had to do a double turn on this one. So glad you got this out, love this Treasa!
Another one I have on tape. A lot of dark song title so that's where this one went.
TRICKY - YES!
"Tear out my eyes" an all-time favourite!
And your poem stunning! 🖤
Ta Fotini.
What a lovely word, ta - I had to look it up. Ta Treasa, I learned a little something today!!!
Good word!
LOVE🙌🏻
Wow, Tricky. That is a blast from the past. I have a CD of 'Hell Is Round the Corner', but I think that's about it. I will have to explore his music more... 😎
T for the UK band, Texas. Set of Three.
Insane
Winter's end
Where Did you Sleep?
Tell me the Answer
So Called Friend
---------------------------------------------
Hi
Black Eyed Boy
Say
Say What You Want
You Can Call Me
Day After Day
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Fearing These Days
Everyday Now
Hear Me Now
Nevermind
Bad Weather
Get Down Tonight
Put Your Arms Around Me
I've Been Missing You
I Will Always
Aw, Texas time! Love this, great choice Marinarena.
Ahh, Texas. Great band. A lot of people forget they had their first hit in 1989... 😎
tell me why
.
this love, once a fairytale,
now treacherous. that's when
i knew the prophecy
of our tortured poets department
would tolerate it no more.
.
the way i loved you
with reckless abandon, i gave
my heart, my hopes, my dreams.
tied together with a smile,
we danced through golden fields,
believing we could have it all.
.
this is why we can't have nice things
but the cracks began to show,
the façade crumbling beneath the weight
of unspoken truths and hidden fears.
our love, a delicate vase,
shattered by the very hands that held it.
.
'tis the damn season
now, in the bitter chill of winter,
i find myself longing for the warmth
of your embrace, the comfort of your whispers.
yet, the icy reality of our divided paths
leaves me shivering, alone.
.
this is me trying
is this me trying to understand
the strange music of your heart?
the song of our tangled days,
wondering where you end
and i begin?
.
the tortured poets department
in the depths of my soul,
i pen verses of our love,
a bittersweet symphony
of joy and sorrow, passion and pain.
the tortured poets understand
the agony of a love lost.
.
today was a fairytale
i remember the magic, the enchantment,
the way our hearts beat as one.
a love so pure, so true,
it seemed nothing could tear us apart.
but even fairytales must end.
.
the prophecy
and so, i'm left with the shattered remnants
of a prophecy unfulfilled, a future unmade.
i search for answers in the stars,
hoping to find a glimmer of the love
we once shared, a promise of forever.
.
tell me why, my love,
why we couldn't have nice things,
why the way i loved you
wasn't enough to keep us tied together,
our smiles forever intertwined.
••••••••••
Taylor Swift songs beginning with T:
Tell Me Why
That's When
The Prophecy
The Way I Loved You
This Is Me Trying
This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
This Love
Tied Together with a Smile
'Tis the Damn Season
Today Was a Fairytale
Tolerate It
The Tortured Poets Department
Treacherous
•••••
@Writer Pilgrim by So Elite
@Gloria Horton-Young
this is me trying not to go crazy after penning this poem.
Tori Amos
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Cornflake girl,
abnormally attracted to sin,
sleeps with butterflies.
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You can bring your dog
Mr. Bad Man,
putting the damage on.
---
In the springtime of his voodoo
I can’t see New York,
maybe California.
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Don’t make me come to Vegas,
Mrs. Jesus,
bouncing off clouds.
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Welcome to England,
another girl’s paradise.
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