I still long, so long, those long nights at sea
With no souls around, but starlight and me
No land, no people, no sirens at night
Picturesque beauty, with unfiltered light
The Song of the Sirens, still call out my name
O'er seas, o'er shadows, o'er waves still untamed
They cradle my soul, then rock me to sleep
I pray as they roll, I'll rest in the deep
But, till that day comes, I'll wish from afar
The smell of the breeze, the wink of a star
So here on my knees, so lonely at night
I'll pray to the stars, with unfiltered sight
not anyone
had spoken for hours
but the hard hallway remembered
the sound's echo of ambulance light
and how a woman still clutched her locket
I dreamt of a siren
with crystal skin and quaint braided hair.
her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure,
coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus
tightening at my throat
The alluring notes
pierce through my rasp scream—
In cold sweats I
wake up nauseous—
My vocal cords enfolded in her skin.
I'll tell you about the Traffic Cop
Who stands on the road, a rigid prop.
A whistle in hand, a stern, fixed stare,
A battle with chaos, a daily affair.
His uniform was bright, a badge on his chest,
A symbol of order, put to the test.
He waves his arms, he shouts with might,
Trying to tame the traffic's plight.
He sees the rush, the honks, the speed,
A constant threat, a desperate need.
For patience, for care, for rules obeyed,
But drivers, it seems, are often swayed.
By haste, anger, ego, and pride,
Ignoring the warnings, they swiftly glide.
A world of impatience, a race to be won,
Leaving the officer feeling so undone.
He's seen accidents, tears, and pain,
A constant reminder of life's fragile chain.
He's faced with insults, with threats, with scorn,
A lonely figure, often forlorn.
Yet still he stands, with a steadfast heart,
Protecting lives, playing a vital part.
A guardian of roads, a symbol of law,
Deserving respect, a standing applaud.
So next time you see him, with the whistle in hand,
Remember the danger, the life in his stand.
Show gratitude, patience, and care,
For his service to all, beyond compare.
The heart of men
A magnet, a lion's den
Attracted to the soft melodies
Made by the sway of ladies' hips.
It's like the stories
Of old sailors
Enchanted by the songs of sirens
Irresistible tunes luring them to their end.
It's a sad reality
How that dance doesn't last too long
For the songs of sirens
Are just a bit hypnotic.
They ambled thru the town with out a care,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
People on the street all froze and stared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some gathered on their porches and watched
in their chairs, the momma and her baby, little bear..
Many grew scared as the sirens blared,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
The Sheriff shot in his gun in the air,
at the momma and her baby, little bear..
Some set traps in the woods to catch the pair,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
The Mayor put up signs to BEWARE of
the momma and her baby, little bear..
Eventually they wandered off some where,
the momma and her baby, little bear..
SIRENS
Finally my blood began to coagulate.
I woke to the sound of sirens,
Someone’s in trouble,
Hope they’re all right.
Force reluctant eyelids apart
And see … nothing.
Blink, blink, blink -
And through a fog
Broken glass.
Try to move.
Legs trapped, numb.
Someone’s sitting on my bed?
Reach down,
Leg hot and sticky.
A distant voice,
“I’m Dave, a paramedic.
Have to stop the blood.
Press down on this.”
More sirens.
“Fire service
Here to cut you free.”
Sharp scratch,
“Keep pressing.”
And finally ….
"In the Silence, Louder than Sirens"
lux vitae bodies merge with minds
the silent universe inside us
makes Love louder than sirens
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“In the silence, love inside us
In the silence, loving guidance
In the silence, love inside us
In the silence, loving guidance
In the silence, peace and quiet
And the sirens won't divide us …"
(excerpt, "Ahoy There"/Dhani Harrison, lyrics)
Stitched in braille from life's mishaps
the horrors and the pain relapse
Even on the quietest shores
his haunts invaded evermore
Long ago, the peaceful dreams
buried deep by sirens' screams
Transports rushing through the night
the ghosts of war, never white
I have never gotten used
to the sirens sound—
a heart-piercing shriek
as shrill as a wild pig’s.
A blood-numbing wail,
A spine-chilling, hair-raising cacophony
that always jarred my nerves;
It reminds me of a baby wailing
a grim reaper slashing someone’s throat
a rapist ripping apart his victim’s dress
an angry wife tearing her marriage certificate
a frustrated father tearing the will on his deathbed
a howling wind piercing the silent night…
these sirens sound seems to me more like the Siren’s call!
I hear the calls
I hear the calls
I hear the calls
Breathy in those narrow streets
Until they slide under my bedroom door
Sirens in the city lurking quiet in
Corners unseen by sunlight
Where love can be found
As thick as mud under floorboards
Under my floorboards
Under my floorboards
I carved a path for the spiders
In hopes that a friend will come by
Or that a friend will stay.
For i am no longer accompanied by my old pals
As their days move up the branch to see the sky better
My days slip back down the trunk
Like a slug on a rainy day.
My normal necessities evolved my life into a bore Cities, trains, cafes, the forest
All invite me to play but i am tired
After a no-work day.
Those numbered days in my brain lead me to a confusing conclusion;
Is it until i meet a new friend or an old friend based on illusions?
Out of place, and out of time
Weathered hands; a spark divine
Out of shadows, young sirens call
Stretching beyond a former withdrawal
A song plays loudly in my ringing ears
Waves of panic bonding with my fears
Finding context for phantom memories
Replacing symphonies with meant-to-be’s
Little moments found with ghosts of fiction
Finding new ways to reduce the friction
I know it doesn’t have to be this way
But I love the twisted way my mind decays
In love with the nights we said goodbye
I’m left out of place and out of lies
As your waning tides carry me to sea
Young sirens sing to me; freely and eternally
When I was a young girl I wanted to find true love, and I thought I knew
what love was.
But soon I would figure out what true love wasn't.
It wasn't the time he took my dog
to the pound and lied telling them he found him roaming on his property, just so he could
get rid of him.
It wasn't the time his jealousy made him
attempt to break me and my fiance apart with
his lies and hurt ego.
It's funny how time teaches you, and how
the mistakes one makes in life actually helps you to eventually see a persons true colors.
It wasn't you, it was me, yes I wanted to go.
I'm glad I was that young girl who got a
second chance to find true love.
I'm forever grateful I was stopped
by a handsome, caring, loving, and honest
officer who gave me advice and my first
ticket for true love.
We have been married for twenty nine years,
and God smiles every time he sees us together.
flares on earth
tweak the heavens
the scream of sirens ~
blood-stained processions
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