silent voice echos
memories haunt broken dreams
lost ghosts cry loudly
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
silent voice echos
memories haunt broken dreams
lost ghosts cry loudly
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Jim is the host of this weekly lesson (for me that is!). I always loved music but I didn’t always know who sang it and what group they were in. That being said we are asked this week for a song by a band that you wish were still together. Well, if you know me then you know that I am madly in love with Freddie Mercury! Yes, I know his interest was in men, well at the end at least, and yes, I know he is no longer alive! But, his voice! I can’t get enough of it! Now to pick the song that depicts the group the best….This gets me in such a fine mood!
“Don’t Stop Me Now”
Tonight
I’m gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive
And the world, I’ll turn it inside out
Yeah!
I’m floating around
In ecstasy
So don’t stop me now, don’t stop me
‘Cause I’m having a good time, having a good time
I’m a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I’m a racing car passing by
Like Lady Godiva
I’m gonna go, go, go
There’s no stopping me
I’m burning through the sky
Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
Don’t stop me now
I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball
Don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
Don’t stop me now
‘Cause I’m having a good time
Don’t stop me now
Yes, I’m having a good time
I don’t wanna stop at all, yeah!
I’m a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite
I’m out of control
I’m a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh explode
I’m burning through the sky
Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you
Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Hey, hey, hey!
Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I like it
Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Have a good time, good time
Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Ooh, let loose, honey, alright
Oh, I’m burning through the sky
Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit (Hey)
Traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you (Hey, hey)
Don’t stop me now
I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball
Don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Alright
Just give me a call
Don’t stop me now
‘Cause I’m having a good time (Hey, hey)
Don’t stop me now
Yes, I’m having a good time
I don’t wanna stop at all
Ah, da, da, da, da
Da, da, ah, ah
Ah, da, da, ah, ah, ah
Ah, da, da
Ah, da, da, ah, ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
It was with a weary smile
That I finished up my job
I knew that I was early
I gave an untenable little sob
I opened up my car door
Revealing an awful mess inside
With a thumping in my brain
I took a breath so deep and wide
I shot a glance right over
Towards the moon glowing so bright
Then dropped my eyes and held my gaze
And shivered at the sight
There stood a big strong figure
With a snarl on its face
Its a pity I didn’t see the sign
That said it’s his parking space
In an elaborate way to exit
A kind of carving through the dirt
I didn’t care now of the damage
Earth flax my spinning tires spurt
I wanted to arrive in time
Not die right in my car
I know it’d sound like a big lie
‘Cause thats how stories are
So instead I’ll say I worked late
And had a flat or still
Say that I ran out of gas
Avoid the stares and grill.
©2022 CBialczak Compilation
This poem is in response to #ekphrasticchallenge mentioned below.
folktober #ekphrasticchallenge. Day Sixteen. To celebrate the launch of my new poetry collection “As Folktaleteller” I am downloading 93 folklore art images, 3 per day in October and asking writers to write poetry or a short prose inspired by one, two or all three images. Please join Jane Dougherty, Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen, Dave Garbutt, Merril Smith and I, plus those who react to the images on the day, as we explore images from folktales.
Her evil and dark envelope
as she haunts the night
preying on the innocent believers
hiding death under a gown
She walks with purpose
looking for the meek
longing for the ones
whose pride is hidden
in vestments of black
Beware the cover
where God is hidden
in a different place
not here in a chantry
to be cloaked
by an angel of hell
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
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