ALL I WANT TO BE IS YOURS

And he says, "Iím beginning to have

feelings for you, I want to know

if you feel the same." "Are you

asking me how I feel about you?

Iím afraid. Iíve loved on the surface,

but never this way.

I have never loved anyone

like you. And

all I want to be

is yours.

All I want to be

is yours."

So he says, "Iím falling in love

with you, I want to know

if you feel it too." Are you

asking me if Iím in love with you?

Can we wait, can we wait?

Iíve never loved this way.

I have never loved anyone

like you. And

all I want to be

is yours.

All I want to be

is yours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

A SILENT OTHER

 

 

There from the corner of my mind,

I hang my head to hid behind these lies.

Things remain the same without a change.

I hang my head and sigh.

We know itís wrong to hurt others,

but we canít help it, out love hurts.

I hang my head and try not to cry

when I see you out the corner of my eye.

Keeping to myself, never letting it out,

does this have to be good-bye?

Letís think it over,

never letting on to our lovers,

there is a silent other.

There is nothing we can do.

If we need to, we know

we can go to each other.

Never letting on to our lovers,

there is a silent other.

As the years pass by,

from the corner of my mind.

I know it will never be over,

until we are lovers,

there is a silent other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

I COULD NEVER LEAVE YOU

 

 

Save that smile, my love,

on your lips.

I send you letters

so that I can express

my love all the better.

Save that wish, my love,

upon a star.

I send you poems,

so you can know

my love by heart.

Donít let those tears fall,

save them in a jar.

You may need them for the day we are wed,

when happiness is ours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

OPUS THREE

 

 

Music hangs in the still air

waiting to be discovered.

Like a poet chasing the wild heart

with an amorous arrow.

Love, I donít understand you.

Are you a mother with a hungry child?

Love, I donít know you.

Are you a stranger telling tales?

 

 

OPUS FOUR

 

 

I knew it would rain,

there was a mist,

of flowers and purple amethyst.

I knew it would fall,

there was a spree,

of sprinkling jewels upon the sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

THEY NOW WERE LOVERS

 

 

In common with all the rest,

he had been turning an eager eye

at her vast, yet unexplored wilderness.

Carefully, he dispatched his expedition,

ready to give secret permission.

Meanwhile, doing the dregs of his humble work.

She, with so much enthusiasm,

it was impossible to settle down.

He wanted words of commitment

and power to command her will.

Still, ready to fight and die for her,

his pride had laid low for too long.

Never could he do her wrong

and leave her alone.

She quietly entered the room

to tell him something important.

In a voice, hardly a whisper,

she said his name.

Then all went silent as their eyes met

and everything lost itís importance.

A curtain fell down around them, serene.

The secret was out, she too loved him.

And their minds were seized

with the yearning for each other.

They now were lovers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

TALKINí TO YOU IS QUICKSAND

 

 

Iíve tried so hard

to get out of this talk.

But Iíve been bottled up

like Champaign with a cork.

I struggle to get free,

but Iím in love too deep.

I donít know where it began, but

talkiní to you is quicksand.

In the underbrush,

lookiní just like dirt.

I stumble and put

my foot in my mouth.

Thereís no way out,

Iím in trouble deep.

I canít understand,

talkiní to you is quicksand.

You caught me on your hook, so

throw me some line.

I canít pull out of this crock pot,

so, give me another beer on the rocks, yeah, yeah.

Iím going under fast,

taking my last breath.

I struggle to get free,

but Iím in love over my head.

The more I fight, the worse it gets,

I canít pretend,

I donít know how is began, but

talkiní to you is quicksand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

FOR NOW AND FOREVER

 

 

Abandon yourself to me, gentle as love itself.

More full of passion than any lover has ever loved.

Love so deeply that there is no will,

yet still,

love me in a fantastic ballet.

Gentle and soft as our love today.

The sooner, the better

and by the hope of heaven

for now and forever.

With long, amorous kisses,

all honey and dew.

Drinking nectar from a single glass

but one way to love you.

Caresses to stir your heart

and separate thoughts

from this world.

Your lofty stride and king like eyes,

I couldnít love you more.

Your vivid voice,

silenced by my love.

By the hope of heaven

for now and forever,

let me love you today

and always.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

LET ME GO

I am a hunted creature in your dreams.

I live a life thatís beautiful and free.

Unfettered flight of fancy

in a forest green.

Oh, the knife

in my wound.

Pretty blood

turning red.

On my clothes,

wearing white.

Seeping through

in the night.

Itís the sharp silver blade.

Of the lies that you state.

Itís the stab in my back.

Itís the soul that you hurt.

I live a hunted creature in your dreams.

I live a life thatís beautiful and wild.

Free and flight of fancy

in a forest green.

Oh, I live in the creations of your mind.

I live a life that you can never tame.

You know youíll never have me,

better catch me, better trap me.

Oh, no.

No, you donít.

Oh, no.

Let me go.

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS

 

 

Have you ever felt empty,

something is missing from the stew.

You try and fill your belly,

but it just keeps eating at you.

Thereís somebody who

makes you hurt

and love begins to stir.

Baby, baby

this is what love is.

Itís three oíclock in the morning

and you want to howl at the moon.

Your racked and your starving,

youíve got to make love soon.

Youíve got to have your way,

Ďcause you start to ache.

Baby, baby

this is what love is.

You look at the menu,

nothing will satisfy.

Thereís only one desert

that you have on your mind.

Thereís only one person who

can make you feel good.

Baby, baby

this is what love is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

A WOMAN AINíT A SIN

 

 

You follow all the rules,

itís practically a sin.

Your turning off the lights,

itís happening again.

When you were just a little boy

your Daddy drummed it in your head.

He said, "Iím going to raise you right,

your going to walk the straight and narrow,

be prepared for tomorrow,

be a man of decent morals."

The only thing your Daddy didnít teach you,

is that a woman ainít a sin.

The only thing your Daddy didnít teach you,

was how a woman keeps you praying,

saying, "God, I hope sheís staying,

I donít want to be without her,

Lord, help me to keep her."

Now, your grown up, on your own,

your Daddy taught you that Iíd do you wrong.

Now, you figure your like Adam

and Iím a waving some big apple,

trying to tempt you into hell.

Well, the only thing your Daddy didnít teach you,

is that a woman ainít a sin.

The only thing your Daddy didnít preach to you,

was how a woman keeps you praying,

saying, "God, I hope she loves me,

I donít want to be without her,

Lord, help me to keep her."

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

BE ALL MINE

 

 

Nature never did create

a tapestry so rich,

as your acres of green eyes

and the truest tasting lips.

Time warns me to behave.

I take your hand and wait,

looking straight

into your eyes.

Daringly and brave, I say,

"Will you be all mine?"

Be the one and only

one that I love.

Be the only one

that can hold me

until itís dark,

underneath the stars,

we talk and talk and talk and talk.

Be mine in the sunshine.

Wonít you be all mine.

Be mine and all mine,

manly, beautiful and fine.

I hold my breath and close my eyes, and say,

"Will you be all mine?"

Be the one and only

one that I love.

Be the only one

to hold me

until the dawn

under the stars,

we talk and talk and talk and talk.

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

BE MY ONE HARMONY

 

 

Thereís a word with every meaning.

Every season, every mood.

Thereís a word that keeps us breathing.

Gives us reason to be good.

Itís the one single abstraction,

that gives us hope, it gives us need.

We all say, "Please, bring me love,

give me the one Harmony."

Life is hard, life is troubled.

So we struggle endlessly.

And the road is paved illusions,

so we search for what is real.

Looking far over the mountains,

clear the way, deliver me.

Give me one reason to live,

give me love and harmony.

In the night thereís something brewing,

in your eyes, you can not lie.

Take my hand, donít let me go.

Let me know, you understand.

Tell me, "please, will you be mine?

To love and to set free."

I say, "please, bring me love,

be my one, harmony."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

YOUR THE ONLY ONE I EVER WANTED TO LOVED

Without an answer, nothing said,

how can things just end.

When I see the magic of your smile,

how can my heart not sing.

Your the only one I ever wanted to love.

Without ever saying how I feel,

how can I leave you now.

When youíve never seen the best of me.

The woman that you bring out.

Your the only one I ever wanted to love.

Look and tell me now.

A simple yes or not.

Without you Iím an empty shell,

there is no body else.

Your the only one I ever wanted to love.

Your the only one I ever wanted to love.

They are not the first to fall,

these tears in my eyes.

So many times I have failed

but I pick myself up,

your the only one I ever wanted to love.

If I must confess, I will confess it all.

Your the only one I ever wanted to love.

Give me it all or nothing.

Just tell me yes or no.

There is no body else,

no one Iíve ever loved.

Your the only one I ever wanted to love.

Your the only one I ever wanted to love.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

LOVERíS REALM OF REALITY

 

 

Loverís do not indulge in morbid

psychological analysis.

They make up their minds

at once and forever.

Then, how vague and indistinct is everything.

As with place, so is time.

The strong mind

and the pure heart

incur no shame.

For a lover has never to knock twice,

amid passions left untamed.

For them, the story is all or nothing,

to itís morality they give no place.

Impulsive, strong willed,

generous talents of love stilled

only by a lovers embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

 

THE MELODY ONLY A LOVER CAN HEAR

 

 

How for love

longing for my lover,

did the most beautiful song begin.

In summer when the sky was clear,

his voice a tone that filled the air.

How for love, longing for my lover

did the most beautiful melody behold.

The piano was off key

but still the melody

was beautiful to me.

The simple ballad of love.

Awake us the sense of early morn

when nature is at her best.

The day is new and beginning fresh.

The air the vocals of sweet birds

and flowers and herbs

adorn the earth.

The wind hums through the trees

and laughs, fascinated by these

romantic secrets.

Whispering the tender poems of lovers,

still lying warm beneath their covers.

The rhythm of love with pure notes and pure hearts

and their words are clear.

The melody only a lover can hear.

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

^

BETE NOIR

 

 

Cruelty met cruelty.

Injustice met me.

There on the severe, savage sea.

Ruinous rumors.

Hideous lies.

Awoke my attack.

Provoked my reply.

Now was there made my name to mud.

The first to draw blood

was the one opponent.

A motley, slanderous, envious rodent.

Emit my wrath.

Success my best weapon

to promenade a prolific profession.

At last time will see who gains

a talked about and well known name.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

FEARS OF ABANDONMENT

 

 

 

With an unexpected and dramatic change,

she put up the walls,

closed every door and locked every entrance to reason.

He was an outsider left scratching to come in.

The silent treatment.

Discordant minds

a trifle of misunderstandings.

Beautiful as a flower garden,

yet fragile and vulnerable as

a storm playing havoc

on fears of abandonment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

WHAT WOULD I GIVE UP?

 

 

The sacred promises kept

from an ancient text.

Softly, as a mournerís tears,

what would I leave behind?

If I could have your right now,

be utterly one.

Commit that our love

and future had begun,

what would I have to change?

Never leaving bits of cravings,

never sorry, never hating.

Never reaching for a bitter sky,

blaming for what I left behind.

There lies the hidden agenda.

The dangerous question.

But a straight forward inquiry

should open the door.

What would I have to give up?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

I BELONG TO YOU

 

 

Before we deny or believe the existence of something,

it is necessary that we have a clear idea of what it is we are discussing.

And now that I have rudely attempted to distinguish

an emotion from a man sterling upright and of independent character,

come, let us sit down to a conversation.

Of course, we know that this is all wrong.

It would never happen this way.

But the fact remains,

no less a fact just for the asking,

"Do you love me?"

The secret thoughts shared with such trust.

Each a promise a must.

What superstitions do you keep?

Buried in a simple theme.

I would be crushed to find you do not love me.

One obvious reason why I donít ask.

Let us call it feminine and be done.

Why only a woman would be concerned with this.

But the winning of a man charmed into silence,

is all that a poet lives for.

There is nothing more to be found within these pages,

but a spirit of loyalty.

Your first appearance in romantic prose

as a man with no name, now appears in full.

You touched my past and woke my life from slumber.

Love, how can you believe I would ever do you wrong?

I admit my crime of passion.

Arrest me and take me away to a prison of chains,

that only embrace my freedom that I belong to you.

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

WRITE LIKE AN ANGEL

 

It offers me much pleasure,

these passions and emotional gates.

Giant and liberal minded greats.

Under heavenly bodies

and all changes of creed.

Sentiment throbs, robs, yet never changes

the heart of the man that bleeds.

But again enshrined only the best thoughts

by writing on superior talks.

Print remains and speech dies.

And if this is true,

the translation of ordinary life

is the greatest responsibility.

So write like an angel,

save rise to your lips

only that which is forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

ECCENTRICITIES OF GENIUS

 

 

 

It is a common saying

that genius and insanity go together.

How thin the partition between

madness and wit.

With exceptional circumstances

that make them conspicuous.

Love, a most stirring incident.

Corny romance, crazy in love.

Let anyone bearing the above

run and take cover.

While admitting the fact

only leaves us with no lover.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE QUIET WOMAN

 

 

Subjected to a second scrutiny,

her admissions were not sufficient.

Dismissed as a school girl

from a principles office.

Driven to silence,

she takes a turn for the worst.

Absorbed and withdrawn,

her world is disturbed.

 

 

AMOUR PROPRE

^

Fetes

Al fresco amour propre

tu billet doux y bon vivant

carpe diem.

^

Fetes

Amour propre

billet doux, bon vivant

en rapport entre nous

mise en scene, níest ce pas?

Síil vous plait, tout de sinte

affair díamour jeu de mots.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

IT WAS HE

 

 

It was he

that taught my lips

artful love.

Beautifully,

he captured the wish

in my heart.

With one kiss

he touched my soul

and now I know.

It was he

that taught me

how to love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

ON HEAVENíS BED

 

A cloudy and tempestuous sky

was spanned by no arch of song.

The dark and stormy days

unsafe from serious persecution.

From the smoke and flame

went up my soul,

burst forth from bitterness.

All the keener from prolonged repression.

With the first roar, the cannons precipitated the dawn.

Knowledge could no longer be confined,

hungry for the sweets of quiet

and intellectual salts.

Poetical romances, rhyming chronicles

and epics of the greatest ever read.

The psalms of heaven were sung

and I laid my head down on heavenís bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

STAY

 

 

It should always be born in mind,

that God once laughed

in brooks and stones

and lustrous skies.

In forests that filter sunshine.

In spacious time seen

in your eyes.

The hills grow dark,

the wind grows loud.

Stay, my true love, stay.

For the air is chilled, out hearts are filled.

The hills are far, the night grows dark.

Turn around and look at me,

stay, my true love, stay.

As the sun does on a summerís day.

And awake with new meaning to stay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE PROMISE

 

 

As for the time, so amorously passed

with no token upon his face.

It had been a span

after love had been

told to dissipate.

Her wanton talk,

now quieted

by secret thoughts abide.

His love of her

and hers of him,

impossible to hide.

And under the night,

sultry and moonless,

shadows fell into place.

Each with their stage

and both afraid

of the words they wanted to say.

With their hearts in their throats,

neither one spoke.

Yet their eyes were daring and brave.

What they both always knew

was about to be true

as they fell in a tangled embrace.

In the frantic moment,

both half crazed,

together they took a stand.

They promised to never separate

and let the devil be damned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

ONCE I STARTED SINGINí THE BLUES

 

 

I thought my heart would never again beat,

broken as it was.

In the curious, bleak pain,

I laid awake thinking about love.

The shadows were dim,

my breath was thin.

A slow moaning begun,

as the bass notes came in,

plucking out a beat.

And I knew I would never be

the same.

Once I started singiní the Blues.

I started to move and it felt good,

once I started singiní the Blues.

There in my room, I stood up alone,

facing my own ghost.

This is life, if you want to survive,

better face the love that youíve lost.

Annex all the stars and donít give a darn,

once you start singiní the Blues.

Youíll feel anew, when you blow off the roof,

once you start singiní the Blues.

I opened my mouth and let my spirit out,

the soul of Rhythm and Blues.

I started to move and it felt good,

once I started singiní the Blues,

once I started singiní the Blues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

NOW

 

 

Purely accidental.

Pure coincidence.

I never saw you at all,

in other circumstance.

No faith will never change,

not letters, poems or prayers.

Iíve written more than Milton himself

could ever stand to hear.

If we donít go together,

salt and pepper,

right and wrong.

Male, female,

science, religion,

poetry and song.

Then stop believing greater things.

Like love never dies.

Right on through,

right until,

Iím loving you now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

EVERY SONG IN THE WIND

Hush.

I can hear you whispering.

Sweet,

words I needed to hear.

Touch,

and your suddenly next to me.

Wish,

and your suddenly here.

Oh, you could have been

every song in the wind.

Every sweet melody,

inspiration to me.

Oh, you could have been

every song in the wind.

Every sweet melody,

everything to me.

Oh, hush, baby, hush,

I can hear you whispering.

Sweet,

words I needed to hear.

Oh, touch, baby, touch,

I can feel you next to me.

Wish,

and your suddenly here.

You could have been

every song in the wind.

Every sweet melody.

Everything to me.

Oh, you could have been

every song in the wind.

Everything that I see.

Everything to me.

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

CRACKER JACK CHARLIE

 

 

Cracker Jack.

When your looking back,

baby, thereís no prize.

This time you got what you deserve.

Set up the wheel, bending down on her curve.

What happened Charlie?

Did you lose your nerve?

Sorry Charlie.

Cracker Jack.

Whereís the prize?

Just because your backed against a wall,

spread eyed and lookiní for a place to crawl.

Youíd give it up, youíd give it all.

When the going gets rough,

Charlie, you lost your gall.

Sorry Charlie.

Cracker Jack.

Thereís no prize.

Canít get nothing from tears in your eyes.

When your dislocated, try to observe.

Your foot on the floor, you forgot to swerve.

What happened Charlie?

Did you lose your world?

Sorry Charlie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

B B BETTER

Then,

just when.

I thought that we would begin.

Then,

just then.

You cast away my hopes into the wind.

How can we be

the same,

again.

How can we puzzle

the pieces

together

again.

Maybe itís hard to end.

But, baby, I canít pretend.

B B Broken hearts are hard to mend.

B B Better in the end.

To lose a lover than a friend.

B B Broken hearts are hard to mend.

Itís better than a bitter end.

B B Better in the end.

Love is wrong when you have to pretend.

A broken heart is hard to mend,

itís better than a bitter end.

Just when I thought weíd begin.

Baby, this has to end.

B B Broken hearts are hard to mend,

when shattered pieces hit the wind.

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

NEVER SAY DIE

 

 

From the four corners of the world,

with the four winds, I call you.

I will leave no stone unturned.

For only when the moon is blue,

an angel sheds her silver wings.

Her halo falls into the hands

of the holy spirit, he turns his head.

Only when the moon is blue,

I feel a waking stir inside.

I feel the need that comes alive,

screams across Suburban skies.

On a night like this,

never say die.

Winter calls itís winds of folly

and the eagle bestows a gift to the listener.

The Angels search our hearts to remember,

the way to love as a whisper.

Reaching for the stars,

through a metallic field.

The curtain of fog lifts

before our eyes revealed.

On a night like this,

never say die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

DESTINY OR HISTORY

Itís never been easy.

I never thought so.

I donít give in, no,

to lifeís episodes.

But Iíd give

everything I own.

To give you

a sweet, happy home.

But, baby, your missing love

in your eyes.

Maybe, your thinking this is just

another line.

But, I know, thatís not

the way it ought to be.

You and me,

weíre destiny or history.

Itís never been simple.

I never thought so.

I donít give in

to lifeís heavy load.

But I give

everything I know.

To give you

a sweet, happy home.

But, baby, your missing love

in your eyes.

Maybe, your thinking Iím just

a waste of time.

But, I know, thatís not

the way it ought to be.

You and me

weíre destiny or history.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE END OF SUMMER

Specs of freckled light

across a childís bed.

Warm from the slumber

of a small, sleepy head.

The worry of her mother

can find some relief.

The near fatal fever

had passed without grief.

It was the end of summer,

the sun against the sky,

dancing on the water

of the swimming pond nearby.

Many days had passed.

Now, the winter nipped the air.

When the child awoke from fever,

her mother was not there.

She smiled and she giggled,

forgotten by father time.

She closed the door behind her,

as she heard the old clock chime.

The path was cool and dusty

on her bare feet and her gown.

Eagerly she skipped

to the swimming pond, then down

toward the water,

that licked the grassy edge.

She cast away her night gown

and climbed onto the ledge.

The crack of ice echoed

in the fierce and frozen wave.

Then the snow softly sifted

and blanketed her grave.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

HOLLYWOOD

 

 

What happened to the Paramount?

Top hat and a debutante.

The Brown Derby is a parking lot

and Gramís Theater was sold and bought.

Hollywood.

Hollywood and Vine.

The Mouline Rouge is where

all the stars would dine.

Hollywood.

Hollywood and Vine.

NBC Studios,

where is it that Frankie goes?

At the Coco.

Coco Cabanna.

Whiskey.

Whiskey a go go

go go to

Hollywood.

Hollywood and Vine.

The Mouline Rouge is where

all the stars would dine.

Maybe itís just sentiment

to put your foot into cement.

The stars and lights,

the marquees at night.

Tiny Naylors, Errol Carolís

Nicadellís.

City of stages,

The Pantages.

Oh, golly

Hollywood sells.

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JAPAN

Thereís a whistle and a hustle

of a slow departing train.

A steady rumble and I stumble

just to find a place to stand.

Push the crowds into isles,

no one dares to share a smile,

in Japan.

The children whisper, than they giggle

and touch you if they can.

How are you? "Watashi no namae wa Peggy desu,"

and their mother grabs their hand.

Streets that narrow,

people stare, but,

donít look you in the eye.

In Japan.

Neon colors, hotels for lovers,

charge you by the time.

Love is business, sex is pleasure,

no one ever stays the night.

The men are rushed, the woman blush

and no one wants to touch,

in Japan.

Asian summers and the humming

of a slow encumbered rain.

Thereís so much living, itís like dying

if you try to hold me back.

My friends wonder why I come here,

they donít seem to understand.

Nobody asks of me,

in Japan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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KILL JOY

 

 

Stupefy the enemy,

woman can stun.

Liquefy your salary,

hold out for ransom.

Never underestimate the power in none.

Your such aÖ

Your such aÖ

Kill Joy.

Wrapped around your finger,

men have the toys.

It isnít hard to figure

for a street happy boy.

Women hold the trigger,

but men have the gun.

Your such aÖ

Your such aÖ

Kill Joy.

Eliminate their fallacy,

call on a trick.

A razor sharpened wit

can really cut to the quick.

Love them in the dust

of innuendo and pun.

Your such aÖ

Your such aÖ

Kill Joy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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LIVE AND LEARN

Offers and oppositions.

Proposals and decisions.

Iíd rather take the seedy road

until I drop.

Never selling out, never selling out.

Iím never selling out, never selling out.

Talkers and politicians

in high ranking positions.

They take their greedy pay

until they rot.

Always selling out, always selling out.

Always selling out, always selling out.

Oh, live and learn.

Live and Learn.

Will man ever know the meaning of the words?

Oh, live and learn.

Live and Learn.

Will man ever know the meaning of the words,

Peace on Earth.

We repeat ourselves in war,

we repeat ourselves crime,

we repeat ourselves in time.

Is this just the destination of mankind?

To repeat ourselves through time.

Oh, live and learn.

Live and Learn.

Will man ever know the meaning of the words?

Oh, live and learn.

Live and Learn.

Will man ever know the meaning of the words,

Peace on Earth.

Peace on Earth.

Peace on Earth.

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NOTHING IS ALL LOVE IS

 

 

You can say we donít have a lifetime.

But weíve already lived one.

Weíve been through more than just years.

You can say you donít love me.

Say weíre not right together.

But I donít believe what I hear.

We were caught in destruction

and our hearts had been broken.

We shared the laughter and tears.

We were lost for the moment,

until we found one another

and built ourselves up again.

You can say we donít stand a chance.

But weíve never had one.

Yet, we came out winners somehow.

You can say you donít love me.

Say it all was for nothing.

Then, nothing is all love is.

You can say itís not important.

That the warm soft emotion

didnít really exist.

You can say it was nothing.

That Iím just looking for something.

Then, nothing is all love is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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CAMERAS HAVE NO EYES

 

 

Pity the people.

Pity the city.

Pity the wasted life,

the wasted time,

the mediocrity.

Pity the people.

Pity the city.

A pretty taste of life,

a waste of time,

thatís never satisfied.

Oh, damn you, damn you

with your lies.

Your playing, playing

with our lives.

Your tainted and your painted,

just a faded compromise.

Oh, damn you, damn

you realize.

Your playing, playing with our lives.

Cameras have no eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ANOTHER MANíS HABIT

 

 

Oh, you thought you could make sport of me.

Charm her like the others,

under covers.

Take the heart of me.

Oh, you thought you would get bored of me.

Harmless, like the others,

Ďtil another lover,

made a habit of me.

Another manís habit,

is another manís drug.

You never had it so bad

Ďtil there was no love.

Another manís habit,

is another manís love.

You never had it so bad

Ďtil the love was gone.

Oh, you thought you could own me.

Sheís like the others,

different levels

put you on top of me.

Oh, you thought you could have me whenever.

But whenever,

never went the other way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?

You men with your guns and cocky weapons.

Your already extinct, like the dinosaur.

But you keep coming back like a bad sausage.

Why tell the truth, when a lie will serve you well.

How do you sleep at night?

Just as the wind blows away the dust,

man will never falter.

Until all worldly passions are exhausted.

The sun rises in the Eastern ski,

clears away the darkness of the world,

severs the net of illusion

and removes the lure of desire at the roots.

I donít have ammunition.

But I love my children and religion.

If I fight you for peace,

Iím just as bad as you are.

Thereís too many currents

in such a small puddle

to see this vast universe.

To plug the fountain of evil

in the depths of this pond,

God, help us to evolve.

How do you sleep at night?

You can cry for your savior

but Iím tired and restless.

No one can save you from yourselves.

How do you sleep at night?

 

 

 

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THIS MAN

 

 

There is a man who believes

that when you give you must receive.

But love

canít be held as a possession.

To define what is real

it must fit into the norm.

If itís not what you feel,

then love is a lesson.

This man,

he is a mystery.

This man,

he knows he wants me.

Who is he hiding from?

Who is deciding someone elseís dreams?

There is a man who is sure

that true love never leaves.

But love canít be held as an object.

If you ask what is real.

It must be to the touch.

If itís not what you feel,

loveís a lesson.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE WAY THAT LOVE SHOULD BE MADE

 

 

Warm sleepy mornings

start the day.

I watch you sleeping

before your awake.

Dream about,

dream about,

love that we make.

The way that love should be,

the way that love should be made.

Warm sleepy morning

breaks the calm.

Open your eyes

before the sun.

So we can make love

before the dawn.

The way that love should be,

the way that love should be made.

Warm sleepy morning

filters in.

You turn and softly

kiss my lips.

We make love like two kids.

The way that love should be,

the way that love should be made.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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NO LOVE NO MYSTERY

 

 

Tell a tale

of sweet mystic.

Unknown chances

of the heart.

Silhouettes of innocents

cast into the dark.

Tell a tale,

love so naïve.

Taking chances

of the heart.

Hopes and wanting

to believe that your for me.

No love.

No mystery.

No sweet mystic.

No love.

No mystery.

Love is so naïve.

As the story unfolds,

we begin to see

how we give away our youthful days

for something we believe.

And itís easy, so easy.

No love.

No mystery.

No sweet mystic.

No love.

No mystery.

Love is so naïve.

 

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PRISONER OF THE PAST

 

 

One more sunset,

one more day.

Time 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.

Life just slips away

and it never waits.

Living inside these chains

of yesterday.

Oh, prisoner

of the past.

Living for yesterday

and love I canít have.

One more sunset,

one more day.

Time just slips away

and itís all the same.

They tell me time will heal my pain,

but some things never go away.

Oh, prisoner

of the past.

Living for yesterday

and love I canít have.

One more sunset,

one more day.

 

 

 

 

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DOES ANYBODY HAVE A FRIEND TO GIVE AWAY?

 

 

It was obvious to me,

the sadness in your eyes.

When you looked right through me,

I knew you werenít alive.

It was obvious to me,

that laughter is cheap

and talk is free.

Does anybody have a friend to give away?

Well, life can be cruel.

Slaps you on the face.

Well, life can be brutal.

Stabs you in the back.

The saddest part is

happiness comes easily for me.

The saddest part is

believing comes easily for me.

Thereís some good still left in the world.

Does anybody have a friend to give away?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Welcome to the real world.

Honey, high needs and lows.

Itís not who you are,

itís who you know.

And innocence, it wonít get it.

Common sense, well forget it.

Itís not what you are,

it what you own.

And money talks,

it whispers in your ear.

Baby doll, howís about

a new career.

There ainít no love

I can swear to you is real.

Better go out,

better get real

and get rich,

real rich.

Welcome to the real world.

Love is just a deal.

Use what you got,

get what you want.

And there ainít no love, no,

that is real, real, real.

ĎCause need is a four letter word.

So, welcome to the real world.

And money buys you

everything you are.

Baby doll, donít you want to

be a star.

There ainít no love

I can swear to you is real.

So, welcome to the real world.

 

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ALPHABET SOUP

 

 

Honey, they canít lock me up

for what Iím thinking.

Because if they could,

Iíd be a crook.

Oh, I wouldnít want to miss out

on a look.

Playing alphabet,

playing alphabet soup.

Iíll give him a C, if heís a chump.

Iíll give him an A, if heís a hunk.

Well, I wouldnít want to miss

out on the scope.

Playing alphabet,

playing alphabet soup.

Honey, they canít say itís wicked

just for a winkiní.

"Cause if they could,

Iíd be corrupt.

Well, I wouldnít want to miss out

on the stuff.

Playing alphabet,

playing alphabet soup.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A GIRL SHOULD NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

 

 

Well, I heard a lot of stories

and I reckon they are true.

About the cold, cold heart inside of you.

Iíve been keeping my eyes open

and I wonít be made a fool.

A girl should never fall in love with you.

Iíve been warned by every rumor

and I watch the evening news.

ĎCause girls are often put upon by men.

So, Iím keeping myself ready

and I wonít be caught again.

A girl should never fall in love with you.

Thereíd be those damn advantages

that you would take.

Thereíd be the vows and promises

that you would break.

No thanks.

Well, I learned a lot of lessons,

but frankly, this oneís cruel.

A girl should never fall in love with you.

Thereíd be the crying teary eyes

that you would make.

Thereíd be the lies and alibis

that take the cake.

No thanks.

Well, Iíve had a lot of heart ache,

and frankly this wonít do.

A girl should never fall in love with you.

 

 

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Peggy Penny

AMORUS INTERDICTUS RESPLENDERE

 

 

Exmero motu tactus

sans gene, sans peur

amour interdictus resplendere.

.

Alis volat propriis.

Beaux yeux ars est celareartem.

Hunc lacrimae in saecula saeculorum.

Mutato no mine me fabula.

Níimporte,

sunt lacrimae rerum et

furormus poeticus.

Advivum paratus aequan servare mentem.

Exanimo,

Peggy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ONE LOVE FORBIDDEN TO SHINE

 

We are furious poets,

prepared in life to have peace of mind.

Out of impulse, we touch

without embarrassment, without fear.

Our love forbidden to shine.

She flies on her own wings.

Beautiful, she hides herself

hence tears forever and ever.

He glides in his own world.

Artfully, he bares his soul

hence tears forever and ever.

The story is the same for all people.

Itís not important.

There are tears for things and tears for nothing.

We are furious poets.

Prepared in life to have peace of mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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REVENGE

 

 

I want revenge.

Plain and simple.

I ainít no bimbo,

Iím gunna get my way.

I want revenge.

Served bitter and cold.

Expedient and bold.

Iím gunna have my day.

Your going to know that

with this body thereís a brain.

Iím going to flaunt it,

put it on a hook like bait.

See it walking by you,

what you canít have.

Feel the knife of vengeance

stab in your back.

Without mercy,

I ainít no wussy,

Iím going to kick your ass.

I want revenge.

Bloody and brutal.

Iím not some school girl,

that you can kick around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE

 

 

I give you free reign.

Still, you wonít trust me.

You hurt me so bad.

Will you please just let me,

Give you all my love.

Give you all you want.

Iíll give you all of me.

Iíll give you all you need.

My heart is so big

and breaks so hard.

So, please donít go

and break my heart.

Iíll give you all my love.

Iíll give you all you want.

Iíll give you all you need.

Iíll give you all of me,

so wonít you please.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It was the first time we were ever close. I stood beside him, waited for a moment, then decided we were being overly skittish. And, as I got closer our eyes locked. His eyes were deep, dark, searching mine for the smallest clue. I gave him no more then necessary. I could see it happening. See the growing curiosity rack his face. He turned his eyes and regarded me placidly now, knowing I would not give in. To me, there was noting personal in our relationship for I had given nothing personal of myself. I had made that mistake once and never would again. I regarded myself simple as a student determined to learn something new every day. He was only the school that I was attending.

In his capacity he was highly respected, but his reputation for trustworthiness may be said to have been proverbial. Like the advent of the night, wherein he felt there was some hidden want, she was. When he spoke, he was nothing but a boy, passionate, earnest, skeptical; then the first to withdraw his sensitive soul. By day, in secret shadow far from all menís sight, standing midway between virtue and consequence he needed little encouragement. So, with the object of his search yet unattained, he sent his thoughts heavenward and built his last hope for something very nearly approaching love.

At last with so much that had been bad, there were the glimmers of satisfying improvements. Love, all the innumerable incidents of chivalry. What was she writing? Poetry to smooth down the little misunderstandings between two new lovers? No! That canít be. He removed the thought. Just let her just be a little sanctified dream, soft and warming. The halo of her hair, the brilliance of her eyes. All the time offering the eke of his suffering in a tiny glance. All the time knowing, all the time knowing. Damn it. Damn his curiosity and damn her. She knows everything. She could see right through him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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LOGIC IS NEVER QUITE ENOUGH

 

 

Logic is never quite enough.

Reasoning never follows love.

Donít forget that love is blind.

Take into account

that man was once a child.

To be a good judge,

you have to understand love.

Forge ahead and learn to run.

Put the past behind

and find someone to lean on.

Reason is needed to trust.

Donít forget that love is fun.

The giggles and the moments

slowly start to add up.

Weíre only human,

so we need to touch.

Everything you do, I see.

Everywhere you go, I agree.

Iím glad I found you and you found me.

Logic is never quite enough.

You and I are two that equal one.

Take it all to heart

and we can be in love.

Logic is never quite enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

IN THE GROWING GAME

 

 

In the growing game of black and blues.

I will never get to sing my songs for you.

Fortune favors the bold.

So take a hold

and dare to defend ourselves.

Either conquer or die, white night.

The heart has itís reasons

and reason knows nothing more.

In the growing game of me and you.

Love is the only thing worth fighting for.

Iíll make a good sentence,

so youíll understand.

Everything I do is true.

In the growing game of me and you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Peggy Penny

PROSE

Furies, the goddesses of vengeance take this kairos:

In keeping with this thought, accompanied as it is with a complete absence of sneering or ill manners, are the graces and simplicity of facial expressions. As a master of the art, I looked down his pants. There lingering with nostrils flaring in sudden vulgar. Belittlement so small.

Principle true believers. Promise me simple things. Orchestrate my independence and self imposed exile, beautifully. Like a fugitive, I have been taken by night. Al experience goes to prove that great achievements are the outcome of great incentive. To write a predominately great poem requires some intent. The least to say, talent.

He is, I speak of my love, all that is wonderful with rich and varied music. An amiable and cultured man who moves in exquisitely rounded numbers and contemplates his own logic. Altogether too chaste to have such inspired passions, noble or otherwise. He borrows from every beauty of nature, with no regrettable sin. To find a man beautiful. For him, I would move heaven and earth. I would change my religion if he were the church.

There are no facts. Things need to be put into a framework of interpretation. Everything has a perspective with the human element taking the center stage. Any obstructions? What do they mean? Without opinions, there are no words. There is only an attack going across a no manís land. Stalemate.

The hinge of fate turns by propaganda, old as the human race. Envy, jealousy combine in league with the devil. Blood lust. Organized hatred on the river Somme. Verdum was a fortress, a salient. But hope was only an optical elusion. The advantage rested with the defending side, sworn to allegiance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ITíS A TRAP

 

 

Itís a trap

set up with time.

3CEV419.

Would you agree to be all mine?

Yes win, no then,

Can I be all yours while you decide?

Yes won, no fun.

Your mine.

Itís a trap

equipped with a plan.

Your going to be my man.

This is not a love song

and baby, Iím not kind.

Take your time to decide

but meanwhile your all mine.

Itís a trap.

Iím on the take,

so make no mistake.

This love isnít blind.

Iíll take you and your all mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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He fell off his white horse.

Dirt hit his mouth, and the ground was hard.

Though he had tried and tried,

the expectations were too high.

He could never be more than he was

and she was on her way up.

His jaw set in his way,

too stubborn to admit otherwise claims

to fame, to fortunes too great.

Reality being his only dream

and certainly nothing to alter.

Yet, in passing she bothered him.

Reminding him of the things he didnít have.

The things he wanted to be close to,

the things he longed for.

A young misunderstood woman.

Her hair like summer wheat, he dark eyes.

She was in love, so

she spent her time in quiet waiting

for the day he would look her way.

She counted the ways to love him,

so that her time would be well spent.

She thought only of him everywhere that she went.

She waited in solitude, trying to look obtainable.

Being beautiful, it was a difficult thing to do.

You can imagine the trouble this would cause,

but she was determined to win his heart.

She knew that he was aware that she was smitten,

however discrete she pretended to be.

There in her heart lived something innocent

and pure, setting her apart.

Soon the time would come when she would

have to give up the ship.

With tin Gods sailing their words like whips.

The wind would staled, the sky pale

and nothing would be as it should be.

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I NEVER WANT TO READ THE POEMS

 

 

Love waits in the hall

and meets a wish

that is just

a lover.

A false moon smiles

and knows a lonely tune

that was once

mine forever.

No, I never want to read the poems,

see the words that made me love you.

I never want to hear them sung,

beautiful and true.

I never want to hear the words,

carefully read and musical.

I never want to know

the way that I loved you.

From a lonely cloud

music rains in sheets.

Hidden in a train of thought,

a poem is listening.

To an endless song

with no final chord.

Written to the universe

that plays on and on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A MAN FALLING IN LOVE

He saw my movement

across the campus.

All the time my eyes were on you.

And then I saw him

looking at me.

A crazy plan fell into view.

My body rocket.

My senses shot up

into galactic outer space.

I had to have him.

A major element,

to the experiment at stake.

I calculated

my future system.

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, one

Set into action

the master plan of

a man falling in love.

Somethingís got to cause an effect,

accelerated by the magnet

of opposites attract.

The chemistry of man and woman are a fact.

So multiply the contact.

I started mixing things,

until the boiling point.

when we began to separate

and things began to change

there was a strain.

All systems on go

until an overload.

Heís going to explode and lose control

and something new will be formed.

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LOVE, IíM GUNNA FIND ME SOME

 

 

Hey, baby, I got wind of you and me.

Thereís a rumor around town that you got the hots for me.

Yah, donít be ashamed,

donít you want to know how I feel?

If itís on the looks,

then your a real thrill.

Iím not hiding under a rock

or wishing on a star.

ĎCause thereís one thing only

Iím thinking of

and thatís love.

Love, Iím gunna find me some.

I want love

and Iím gunna find me some.

They say for everyone there is someone,

itís all under the sun.

Then, I want my share of love,

love Iím gunna find me some.

Love, Iím gunna find me some.

Men will buy you things

and theyíll swear that they love you all night.

They make promises

then dump you for the first thing in tights.

Well, not on my time.

Love, Iím gunna find me some.

I want real love.

Love, Iím gunna find me some.

They say for everyone there is someone,

itís all under the sun.

Then, I want my share of love,

love Iím gunna find me some.

 

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Peggy Penny