SOMETHING FISHY AT THE END OF THE PIER

 

 

Thereís a whaliní sax blowing in my ear.

The sun is setting at the end of the pier.

Everyoneís danciní out to sea.

And Iíve got nobody here with me.

So Iím puttiní out a line

and Iím reeling in a real good time, yah.

Thereís a party going down every man for himself.

I see a hot sailor and Iím checkiní him out.

The crew is brewing up a tidal wave,

and Iíve got me a love life to save.

So Iím puttiní out a line

and Iím reeling in a real good time, yah.

Well, thereís something fishy at the end of the pier.

Something is fishy at the end of the pier.

Thereís a swell building up to a salty splash.

And Iíve got me a man to catch.

So Iím puttiní out a line

and Iím reeling in a real good time, yah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

RIGHT AS RAIN

I buy the paper,

read the history in the works.

Of politics and common jerks.

Whatís happened in the world?

Oh, I donít know.

Legends, dates and omens,

they please the mind,

not the soul.

Intellectual

trash.

Taught me by the Romans.

Oh, I always thought for myself.

How strange the paradox.

Tie down a hero and he feels the weight of ropes.

Feels the weight of ropes.

But all things are not

the way theyíre meant to be.

Are we like two strangers on the street?

Are we like two strangers on the street?

In ancient chaste poetic.

I contemplate to prove,

loving you is just pathetic.

Iíll have a menu,

pour another cup of coffee, please.

I watch the strangers come and go,

your somewhere in this world,

that I donít know.

Oh, I always thought for myself.

How strange the paradox.

Tie down a hero and he feels the weight of ropes.

Feels the weight of ropes.

But all things are not

the way theyíre meant to be.

Are we like two strangers on the street?

Are we like two strangers on the street?

 

 

 

Copyright 1998

Peggy Penny

 

WE MADE LOVE WITH OUR EYES

 

 

Silence filled an echoed swoon.

No notes.

No tune.

Hollow breathing began to beat my chest.

Pounding heart

beating at my breast.

On first sight

the music played,

as we made

Love with Our Eyes.

So sweet and slow

when it begun.

I feel in love with the song.

Thunder started the rhythmís

haunting melody.

A cold sweat beaded my skin

and trembled down my knees.

I looked up,

into your eyes.

When in my head the music played,

as we made

Love with Our Eyes.

We never touched.

I never knew.

But how I remember that haunting tune.

I close my eyes

and hum of him,

the sweetest love song ever sung.

I close my eyes

and hear it play,

as we made

Love with Our Eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD

The first time I met her,

Leviís, green eyes

and a Lettermanís sweater.

Her eyes were full of wonder,

her hair strung Ďround her face.

She said she had a power

that someday would appear.

She seemed so like a child,

yet, her voice rang in my ears.

She had a certain thunder

of innocence and grace.

Her eyes were full of wonder,

her hair strung Ďround her face.

And when I had to leave her,

I felt her watch me go.

A loneliness welt up inside of me,

that grabbed my inner soul.

I knew Iíd always miss her,

I knew I always would.

Though time has passed,

it would seem,

I never left at all.

I can see the way the wind caught her dress

as she stood looking over the hills.

That moment when I saw her standing by herself,

she was so peaceful and still.

When she realized I was watching her,

she quickly hid her mind.

But for that single moment,

I knew her thoughts as mine.

It was then I understood

the world from her eyes.

The pain she felt for others

was no burden of a child.

And she had said, "This is the best place in the world,

the place where you are."

Her eyes full of wonder,

I knew she was a star.

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

LOVE, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN?

Friends,

we were talking as friends.

In confidence.

Oh, how I was held in suspense.

So intense.

Every word, every sentence,

I had to look away.

Close my eyes just to hide the pain.

When he said,

"Love,

have you ever been

in love, have you ever been?"

Well, I

couldnít tell him.

That Iíve

only loved

only him.

No, I couldnít pretend

not to be lost

in circumstance.

Oh, how I was held in a trace.

So intense.

Every word,

every sentence,

I had to look away.

Turn my eyes just to hide the pain.

When he said,

"Love,

have you ever been,

in love, have you ever been?"

Well, I

could tell him.

That Iíve

only loved

only him.

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

SHAME

 

 

Never could any love be seen

in eyes that wonít look at me.

In secret, I was there

with a search for truth in the air.

I knew for us, it was over.

The will of spite

and vengeful hate,

cursed upon me

sterned faced.

Beseech me,

now I am awake.

With matters

of a higher aim.

I will have my way

and venture to a better place,

not under such a horrid thing

as shame.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE RIVER OF THREE CROSSINGS

Walking alone

through a vast and dark plain.

In praise of the ten Kings

who know of my name.

The journey through intermediate existence,

I could find no provisions.

No place to remain,

no supplies to be had.

The darkness is said

to be like the dead.

With only the light of the stars

before me and behind.

To the left and to the right,

all is obscure.

Not a single person to bear my company.

No way to be sure.

Trudging alone over a vast plain

to mountains high with terrain,

treacherous crags, as sharp as swords.

You will be my unbreakable staff,

Held tightly in my hand.

Safely, I will cross

to the dwelling of the Kings.

To the river of three crossings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

APPRENTICE

 

 

Winter calls itís winds of follies

and the Eagle bestows

itís gift to the listener.

The Naguel searches to remember,

so the seer glows

itís code of arms.

The curtain of fog lifts

to prevail,

before my eyes, I see.

Beckon to the despondent

as she becomes.

The second calling to the respondent

as he becomes.

And together they are as one,

and the rule is revealed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

LOVE IS REAL

 

You can write me off

as a no return.

"She speaks of love

and whatís wrong with the world."

I speak of love, unconditional.

Honey, can you spare some change?

Maybe you have friends a plenty.

A lot of things, a lot of money.

But I donít judge by what I see,

the truth is plain enough to feel.

Love is real,

love is real.

Though you say youíll never change,

that it just is not your way,

honey, can you spare the change?

Itís so hard to find someone

who wonít give up on you.

Like the others in the past,

who disappointed you.

You can give up on love,

but it wonít give up on you.

Honey, can you spare the pain?

Love is real,

love is real.

Though you say youíll change,

love is something you canít maintain,

honey, canít you see the way?

Maybe, youíll never appreciate me.

Youíll never try to believe.

Grant me the serenity

to accept what I canít change

and to change the things I can.

You can say she was some crazy girl.

"She spoke of love

and whatís wrong with the world.

She spoke of love, I never understood,

funny, how I see it now."

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

WITH NO LOVE AROUND

 

Soliloquy and solitude.

It pays the bills,

it buys the booze.

And you say itís just a stepping stone,

but it doesnít matter

with no love around.

What are you doing, baby

with no love around?

With all your fancy girls.

They donít understand you,

your alone.

Oh, they can warm your bath

and hold your robe.

Warm your bed,

but still itís cold.

What are you doing, baby

with no love around.

Life is just work and letters.

Maybe, thereís a friend or two.

Does it really matter
with no love around.

And when you ask yourself,

"is this what Iím after?"

Are you kidding yourself

or do you have an answer.

Are you just

living as an imposture?

What are you doing, baby

with no love around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

LOVE IS SPIRITUAL

 

 

You see the way I chant my lips

and you smell rose perfume.

You hear the way I tell you,

your a spiritual cocoon.

Feel a sudden shiver

of long distance hypnotist.

Your mind begins to wonder

as I light white candlesticks.

And in your dreams, I fly right in,

I donít even knock.

Better think about changiní the locks.

I know, I know

thereís more than physical.

My love, my love

is spiritual.

My love, my love

my love is spiritual.

You see the way I meditate

and I flash in your mind.

You can feel me watching you,

using my third eye.

They say that all in love is fair,

but you donít stand a chance.

This is spiritual, baby, weíre talking presence.

My love, my love

is spiritual.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE LITTLE THINGS MAKE US LAUGH

 

 

A wedding day

romantic cruise.

The silly dreams, it seems

I always have with you.

A honeymoon

nice cloths to wear.

Letís sail around the world

and be a millionaire.

Iíll write a book

you be a star.

Letís save our money up

and buy a brand new car.

Letís build a house,

weíll what the heck.

How about a yacht

and never be in debt.

We dream of things

we may never have.

But we have love

and the little things make us laugh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

JUVENILE FREE

 

 

God, forgive me.

Iím a little child running wild.

Innocent me.

Are the children running free?

Juvenile free.

Juvenile free.

Three men watching me.

Hope, Faith and Charity.

Tried and sentenced me,

deaf to my plea.

Three men watching me.

Died and delivered thee,

wide eyed, patiently,

Juvenile free.

Juvenile free,

Oh, God have pity on me.

With no parental seed,

growing up,

in me.

Heavenís tears unwind,

crying down,

crying down.

Oh, nurture peace and time

to cultivate my mind.

Oh, Juvenile free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

X-RATED

 

 

Oh, the irony.

Trapped inside of me.

Too long Iíve waited.

Oh, the irony.

Trapped inside of me.

Time to go

and let you know,

you traded.

Trust

Traded

for lust

X-Rated.

Trust

Traded

for lust

X-Rated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

CHECK IT OUT

 

 

Oh, the irony.

Trapped inside of these,

bindings and pages.

Oh, the irony.

Let me out of these,

Time to go

and let you know,

Itís all in your head,

all youíve got to do is make them.

Everything is read

from a good imagination.

Took a look in the local library,

caught a book and I found out that it was free.

Iím gunna check it out.

Took a look in the local library,

caught a book and I found it set my mind free.

Iím gunna check it out.

Yeah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

POISON ME

Locks were meant to be broken.

Putting words of love in motion.

Your devious devotion.

Poison me.

With your words of passion.

So, beautifully.

Send my senses crashing.

Canít you see

your torturing me,

You poison me,

poison me.

Talk is like a torture.

Burning, burning like a torch so,

I want more.

Intoxicating desire.

Is turning, turning words to wishes,

give me, give me, give me more.

I can feel the slow flow.

Through my heart in my blood you go.

Oh, no.

No, hope.

Thereís no antidote.

Poison me.

With your words of passion.

So tenderly.

Send my senses crashing.

Canít you see,

your torturing me.

You poison me,

poison me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE ONE LOVE OF MY LIFE

Not another lonely day goes by.

Not another lovely night

to cry

myself to sleep.

Not another endless hour to wait.

For somebody new,

or someone who

is always late.

The one love of my life.

Never be another one,

there wonít ever be someone

like you are,

like you are.

The one love of my life.

You mean everything to me,

your my poetry.

Not another moments gone by too fast.

I donít want another one

to become the past

I threw away.

The one love of my life.

Never be another one,

there wonít ever be someone

like you are,

like you are.

The one love of my life.

You mean everything to me.

Your my symphony.

And in my heart I know,

if I had to, Iíd let you go.

I couldnít keep you tied,

even though itís suicide.

Isnít love, isnít love a sacrifice?

Your the one love,

The one love, of my life.

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

CITY BOYS

 

 

Big town scenes, city boy.

Dirty dreams,

to avoid.

Theyíve got no grace,

theyíve got no poise,

City boys.

City boy.

Are you through making noise?

City boy.

Men are men and boys are toys.

City boy.

If you want to feel my touch,

donít you know that once is never, never enough,

cause I could love you, I could love you,

too much.

Give me sight,

give me vision.

Take me from this mass collision.

Of man, machine, no simple joy.

Come one, come on, come one, come one

come one City boy.

Take me from this fast pace rat race.

Take me to a slow place, some place.

Iím looking for the peace of mind,

the peace of mind, the steady kind.

Are you ready for the steady life?

City boy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

NOT TO KNOW THE MEASURE

 

 

First it was fear,

his hands to try the skill,

the eyes to love or kill.

Then anger rushed,

in lightningís own

his secrets blushed.

He who thought he was so clever,

still his whispers promised pleasure.

Still he touched her,

still he loved her,

not to know the measure

of a womanís love.

A soft response she chose.

The sweetest theme at every close.

And hidden well was his reply,

although, she knew it was a lie.

Still he touched her,

still he loved her,

not to know the measure

of a womanís love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

A HUNDRED SONGS IíVE WRITTEN

 

 

A hundred songs Iíve written,

a hundred more to sing.

Thirty years of talking

and Iíve not said a thing.

A hundred miles Iíve traveled,

a hundred more to go.

Adolescence is a weary trail.

The travel has been slow.

A thousand gifts Iíve given,

a thousand to receive.

But one, the gift of living

that I have yet to weave.

A million to one, my chances.

A million more appear.

Patiently, Iíve listened

but I have yet to hear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE ANGELS FALL

 

 

One by one

the angels fall.

Count them,

count them all.

One by one

the angels call.

Hear them,

hear them all.

The first falls to temptation.

Confusing his own destination.

Forgetting who he was.

Forgetting

what needs to be done.

The second falls over lust.

Stumbling over his mistrust.

Drowning as a child does.

Losing

the to find love.

The last two fall together

and though they fall together,

they still fall apart.

One by one

the angels fall.

Count them,

count them all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

MILLION DOLLAR MISFIT

 

 

I never stand out of a crowd,

I stand in it.

Never a loser last,

I win it.

I never sink before I swim,

never wonder on a whim,

I never finish Ďtil I begin,

I end it.

 

 

 

 

 

LOVE NEVER SOUGHT

Speak softly when you do,

speak low

and keep your heart hidden.

For all that I can give you

is no.

A tenderness forbidden.

Come carefully when you do,

but keep silent your thoughts.

And keep in mind the things Iíve said,

so simply.

Love was never sought.

So long are

the days worn.

Nights sleep

until the morn.

Long forgotten

by a womanís scorn.

When love is lost,

then love is reborn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

SEKKAI NI HEINA

Cabby carry my burden.

Guide me down

a path of rubble and stone.

The midnight train

saw the last terrain.

Burden, Iím walking alone.

We met on the street.

The street called Peace.

But Sekkai ni Heina

is a lonely street.

It was dark and I was afraid.

"Do you remember me?"

was all that you said.

We slept on the floor.

Doesnít anyone recognize love anymore?

But we just wasted love, wasted time.

If a Neon light didnít all but scream out

in the night.

We closed our eyes

but could not go to sleep.

How could we miss the sign

written in the night.

Donít ever say

is wasnít meant to be.

Sekkai ni Heina

is a lonely street.

Move it over, pass on by.

Move it over in our minds.

Close your eyes and deny

the street of Peace.

Close your eyes and hide.

Close your eyes and sleep.

Sekkai ni Heina is a lonely street.

Sekkai ni Heina is a lonely street.

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

LOVE LOGIC

I wonít miss my target.

Honey, Iím a red eye archer.

I wouldnít test the market

before I knew my options.

Thereís a union buzziní

through a dime a dozen.

Call it anything you want.

I call it,

Love Logic.

I could be a lady

for a million dollars.

But I wouldnít make a wave

until I swam the waters.

March me in a legion,

Iím a citizen of bliss.

Call it blaspheme,

but I call it at the kiss.

Thereís a strategy planning,

that makes my Capital gain.

Plotting advertisement,

can give a girl a name.

But playing hard to catch,

gets damaged goods allowance.

So the ski line is my budget, baby.

Iím a contract talent.

Itís the searching heart of this crusade

that keeps me low cost spending.

No I wouldnít give a stock exchange

for balanced interest pending.

Call it business of the heart.

You can laugh and say itís comic.

Call it anything you want.

I call it,

Love logic.

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

JOHN D

Thereís a sense of sadness,

hinders on the waiting.

But the air will stir

the still and pulseless world.

Thereís a sense of sadness.

When your young and when your waiting.

And nothing comes to you, nothing comes to you,

nothing comes for you.

Oh, John D.

What have we come to?

Not even our love is free.

Oh, John D.

Where is the wonder?

Where is the feeling complete?

Oh, John D.

Thereís a sense of madness.

Reckless in the waiting.

Friends who say they know you,

say your easily fooled.

Thereís a sense of sadness.

When your young and when your waiting.

And no love comes to you, no love comes to you,

no love comes for you.

Oh, John D.

What have we come to?

Not even our love is free.

Oh, John D.

Where is the wonder?

Where is the feeling complete?

Oh, John D.

Donít listen to the reasons,

the spotlight on some rule.

I speak the tongues of angels,

let love come for you.

Oh, thereís a sense of sadness.

When your young and when your waiting.

Let love come to you, let love come to you,

Let love come for you.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

SCREAM LOVE

I guess I could love you averagely.

Wait Ďtil you ask me

on a date.

Be married,

before itís too late.

Everyday you can go to your average job.

Come home and watch T.V.

like the average Bob.

And Iíll make you an average dinner.

Meat loaf,

every Monday.

Oh, scream love.

Oh, scream love.

Iíd rather love you until I scream.

Oh, scream love.

Oh, scream love.

Iíd rather love be like a scream.

Oh, scream love.

We can make love averagely.

Have an average family.

And the hum drum

and the boredom

will hardly keep us awake.

I guess I could love you averagely.

But Iíd rather love be like a scream.

Oh, scream love.

Oh, scream love.

Iíd rather love you until I scream.

Oh, scream love.

Oh, scream love.

Iíd rather love be like a scream.

Oh, scream love.

But if youíd rather our love be average,

Iím sure I can manage.

Iíll give you want ever

love you need.

But Iíd rather love be like a scream.

Oh, scream love.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE WEALTH OF A WOMAN

He was fifty-five when he began to reign.

And he did what was right

in the sight

and for the name.

But his purity of heart

had been lost along the way.

So given to him

was a woman.

And the choice between,

The name of love

or of the name.

Now it came to pass

that he became established.

All that there was

became his wishes and his labor.

But the purity of true love

had indulged in his suspicion.

Therefore, in his eyes

the beauty of her

never had existed.

But the woman was strong

in her own right.

Was that not the purpose of the gift?

She held her head high and sacrificed

what a woman has to give.

In one year of passing, she became

what his eyes could not deceive.

A true gift of love,

offered him once,

to the many spoils of greed.

So let it be said

of the lesson he won.

With the weight of gold

upon his palm.

The wealth of a woman.

And the value of love.

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

NOT OF SONG

Bent my babyís ear.

Scared him with my whim.

Airmail flew my message

to a foreign land.

I crossed the Pacific

to put love into his hands.

Who do you think loved you

when the words were gone?

My love is of you,

not of song.

Charlie opened his eyes, said

"I never knew her

from the ground."

But somehow he still missed her

when she stopped coming Ďround.

Who do you think loves you

when the music is done?

Who do you think loves you

when the words are gone?

My love is of you,

not of song.

Good-bye Capital Hill.

What a difference weíd have made.

Funny how you study

being afraid.

I didnít know how to love you,

I had just begun.

But who do you think still loved you

when the words were gone?

My love was of you,

not of song.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

STORMY COMPANY

 

 

The rain has stopped

and in my room.

The sun shines through

an airy gloom.

Filters into something new

and rests upon my mind.

Darkest days.

Autumn leaves falling like rain.

Stormy nights.

Looks like love has gone,

again.

I said, "no!

You canít go,

donít take the sun!"

But lightning strikes across the sky,

stormy songs of lullaby.

Thunder drums to keep the beat

of raindrops falling in the street.

Oh, stormy nights

sing to me.

Your my only company.

Stormy nights

sing to me.

Your my only company,

stormy nights.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

CRYING ONLY GETS YOU TEARS

I write letters I never send.

Songs I never sing.

Whatís the point to pretend

that anybodyís listening.

When I was young and I had vision

played like a video tape.

It can heal and it can change,

but it canít erase lifeís mistakes.

Crying only gets you,

crying only gets you,

tears, tears.

Crying only gets you,

crying only gets you,

tears, tears.

When you wake up and find,

your wasted away.

And you canít depend on the human race.

Crying only gets you,

tears.

I have no one that I call friend.

Phone I never ring.

Whatís the point to pretend

thereís anybody answering.

When I was young and I had vision,

played it to escape.

It can heal and it can change,

but you canít erase lifeís mistakes.

Crying only gets you,

crying only gets you,

tears, tears.

Crying only gets you,

crying only gets you,

tears, tears.

When you wake up and find,

your wasted away.

And you canít depend on the human race.

Crying only gets you,

tears.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

LOVE COMES SLOWLY

You do or die philosophize.

Take the truth and criticize.

But your heart and Asian eyes

are empty.

You say love can be denied.

Donít you know I read your eyes.

They tell stories

that make my heart bleed.

You taught me about life.

How the stars and skies derived.

You say,

"God and love donít exist."

But I can prove it to you,

I can prove it to you,

I can prove it

if you donít resist.

Love comes slowly.

I can prove it to you,

I can prove it to you.

Love comes slowly.

Iíll show you, show you.

Iíll show you what to do.

Little things are fine,

but I can read between the lines.

With your intuition dry,

donít tempt me.

You say,

"Love can be denied.í

But you know I see the lies.

They tell stories that make my heart free.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

WHAT GOOD IS BEAUTY WHEN YOUR BLIND

What good is beauty

when your blind?

What good is empty

wasted time.

What goodís the sun

if it canít shine?

What good is beauty

when your blind?

What good is love

if itís not real.

What good is life

if you donít feel?

You take yours

and Iíll take mine.

What good is beauty

when your blind?

Life without love,

Life without love,

whatís life without love?

Wasted time,

wasted time.

What good is beauty

when your blind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

 

PRISONER OF THE PAST

 

 

One more sunset,

one more day.

Life just slips away

and Iím in a daze.

Nothing seems to be the same

and I fight against the change.

One more sunset,

one more day.

Time just slips away

and Iím in a daze.

Living inside these chains

of yesterday.

Oh, prisoner

of the past.

Living for yesterday.

And a love I canít have.

Oh, prisoner

of the past.

Wishing for yesterday.

And what I canít have.

One more sunset,

one more day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

 

ON DIAMOND DRIVE

 

 

I came alive on Diamond Drive.

I always knew the truth,

youth would not survive.

A childís dream would die.

I came alive on Diamond Drive.

I held within my hands,

the sands of father time,

by the love within your eyes

Oh, how youth so foolishly,

gives away the love

youíll same day need.

Turn back

the hands of time.

Find the love

I left behind.

Turn back

the hands of time.

To love the love that was mind,

on Diamond Drive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

 

ANIMATED MAN

He had a nerve

when he said to me.

You get what you deserve

living factually.

He painted posters

for a magazine,

selling sketches and dreams

of his girls.

He was a smooth talking man,

of his own words.

With an unadulterated love of obscure.

Animated man.

I found that he draws his own world

from a woman of my caliber.

Animated man.

We had a common connoisseur.

The ability to lure,

whatever we wanted in our hands.

Animated man.

He couldnít find fault

in a model profile.

It drove him to a madness in his

mind.

Obsessive art is always

at itís best.

But so am I

when in a bind.

Animated man.

We had a common connoisseur.

The ability to lure,

whatever we wanted in our hands.

Animated man.

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

STILL

When the sky

no longer cries

itís sad, sad rain.

When the oceans

have gone dry

and dust remains.

When the rivers

run to dirt.

And I hunger

and I thirst.

When thereís nothing left on earth,

nothing left on earth,

nothing left on earth,

still,

Iíll have you.

When the sun has turned to ice.

Still, Iíll have you.

When the moon shuts out itís lights.

Still, Iíll have you.

When the stars fade out and die,

and weíre drifting without time.

When no love in man survives,

still,

Iíll have you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

SUNNY ROCK

Have you heard the legend of Sunny Rock?

Raging waters to the sky,

silver lines the clouds

and screeches through the night.

Protect the beauty,

the beast is in sight.

Oh, Sunny Rock.

Come down to me.

I can see what heaven

was meant to be.

Oh, Sunny Rock.

Paradise to me.

I can see what heaven

was meant to be.

And the warm summer rain

sweeps the north vineyards clean.

Crying for effect,

God watches to direct.

A master at creating

this thing we call life.

And someday,

someday,

it will all disappear.

Oh, Sunny Rock.

Come down to me.

I can see what heaven

was meant to be.

Oh, Sunny Rock.

Paradise to me.

I can see what heaven

was meant to be.

Sunny Rock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

TROUBLE

 

 

Why is it tangible?

Iím always into trouble.

Oh, no, trouble, trouble

trouble again.

I always take a gamble.

Itís possible to me.

That someday

impractical

is what you need.

When the odds are against me,

I swim upstream.

Impossible,

impractical,

impetuous,

thatís me.

I always take a sample,

a taste of life.

And someday

impulsive

will be a spice.

When the odds are against me,

I roll the dice.

Impossible,

impractical,

impetuous,

thatís me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

I WANT YOU

Well itís you

whoíd better run,

youíd better hide.

Itís you that I want

and Iíve made up my mind.

So say that your all mine.

Before I say good-bye.

Donít waste my time.

Give me a voice, baby

give me a choice

and Iíll choose.

Give me a vote, baby

give me the choice

and itís you.

Iíve been around the block,

I know a thing or two.

Oh, I want you,

I want you,

I wantÖ

Love and devotion,

sailing free

on an ocean.

ĎTil we reach,

uncharted beach.

I would never be,

sorry.

I could never be.

I would sail,

the world to your feet.

Well, now I

want to give my

compromise.

Itís you that I want

and Iíve made up my mind.

So say that your all mine,

before I say good-bye.

Donít waste my time.

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Peggy Penny

LOVE WILL BE THE ROAD

Grandma she lived and she told me so.

She could read a soul.

Honey, your young and innocent.

Some things youíve got to know.

Itís a fast and crazy world, all of the rules can change.

But falling in love remains the same.

Trust your instincts, baby. They will let you know.

Listen to me close, go slow.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

And youíll hear talk a lot, come on baby, show me what youíve got.

And they beg and they beg and they play their game,

when they donít even know your name.

Oh, they talk and they talk and they talk and they talk

but, you just walk, honey, you just walk.

They donít need you, they will lead you

and theyíll bleed you, then theyíll leave you.

Itís a fast and crazy world, all of the rules can change.

Trust your instincts, baby. They will let you know.

Listen to me close, go slow.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Love will be the Road. Love will be the Road.

Some people fall a lot, come on honey, donít get caught.

Because they beg and they beg and they play their game,

they say that itís love, but itís not the same.

And they talk and they talk and they talk and they talk

but, you just walk, honey, you just walk.

They donít need you, they will lead you

and theyíll bleed you, then theyíll leave you.

Plans can be broken, itís better than a heart.

When you need to know, the words to say, you know what they are.

Trust your instincts, baby, they will let you know. . .

Donít stand on formalities, stand up on your own. . .

listen to me close, go slow.

And Love will be the Road.

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Peggy Penny

WHY SHE DO

What Einstein found in theory to

of genius lines and fame.

A river flows deeper than you know

and acid turns to rain.

And if a crazy notion,

finds her peace of mind.

Donít throw a stone to fire,

until your satisfied.

Why she do.

Why should you.

Sheíll cheat you with deception,

a strange stage to direct.

Testing your reaction,

just to cast a novelty.

When life seems disappointing,

sheíll face reality.

Itís hard enough to believe,

in an old fashion belief.

Why she do.

Why should you.

But compromise the process,

youíll weed her of a rose.

No nobody knows,

why she do.

And if the puzzle fits,

though the logic seems.

Sheíll scribble out the answers,

to replace by other means.

Because with pain come experience

and youth meets wisdom square.

Why she do.

Why should you.

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

GO TO SCHOOL

What Einstein found in theory to

of genius lines and fame.

A river flows deeper than you know.

And acid turns to rain.

And if a crazy notion,

finds her peace of mind.

Donít throw a stone to fire,

until your satisfied.

Why should you,

go to school.

Why should you,

go to school?

It be be be be it cool.

To go to school.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

ILLEGAL

You, I didnít know for you,

love was illegal.

It was a first offense,

I fell and hit my head,

broke the law.

Oh, for you,

I didnít mean to write

damn poetry.

They had better put me in chains

and take me away.

It was an illicit thing,

my unsanctioned feelings,

were only crooked thoughts.

Oh, how cruel,

I tried to steal your heart

and win you over.

Iím a felon,

I should be tried.

A criminal,

fit to be tied.

Iím guilty, guilty

of a dubious crime.

For you, Iím a delinquent

serving my time.

Oh, you.

I didnít mean to love you.

I plead guilty of loving you,

I wonít comp a lesser plea.

Oh, you.

I didnít mean to love you.

I didnít know for you,

love was illegal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

A PAGE OF POETRY

Youíve got to be kidding.

He doesnít know heís inspirational?

How sensation.

Look

heís coming

right on over.

I can see it in his stride.

That he likes me,

like I like him.

Oh, I canít believe heís mine.

Oh, itís a page of poetry.

Love thatís so right,

everything rhymes.

Itís a page of poetry,

when love is so right.

When love is so right.

Heís bold and full of hunger

and I am full of blunder.

He wants me

like I want him.

Oh, I canít believe itís real.

Iím totally caught.

What can I say.

She has a way of doing that.

Iím totally caught.

What can I say.

Sheís my every thought.

Oh, itís a page of poetry,

love thatís so right,

everything rhymes.

Itís a page of poetry,

when love is so right.

When love is so right.

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

LOVE SICK PUPPY

Laying curled up in my bed.

Feeling like a love starved pet.

Willing and obedient,

made to whimper and to beg.

Should I wag

and drag a bone?

Like a love sick puppy dog?

Worthless fellow with a collar.

Being trained to fetch the paper.

I become domesticated.

Like a puppy in a cage.

Should I come

and lick your hand?

Like a love sick puppy dog?

You just pat me on the head.

My nose grows cold and wet.

Waiting and spontaneous.

Can I touch you with my paw?

Should I come

when you call?

Like a love sick puppy dog.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

SPIRTIED CREATURES

 

 

What once was

and always will be ours.

There are thoughts that have no words,

music with no sound,

that dawns, soft and clear.

We begin to swim through time

as if it were water.

To a shoreline of honed, rocky shelves.

Shuddering, with each breath of the wind.

Below, deep knife edged fissures,

gaped in the mountain side.

All the last years to overcome untamed fright.

But in spite of the repeated trials,

we are afraid.

The silence and solitude seduce us.

To be so close to the sky

and to reach for the stars and to miss.

Disappointment will eat us alive,

just to see what we taste like.

But at lease we are alive.

Like spirited creatures

forced to spend out days in confinement.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny