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 equals one.

Take it all to heart

and we can be in love.

Logic is never quite enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

ITíS A TRAP

Itís a trap

set up with time.

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

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

 

 

 

 

 

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.

I could never leave you,

I could never say good-bye.

I could never leave you,

I could never make you cry.

I could never live without you.

I could never break your heart.

I could never leave you, sweet heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 begins,

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,

talkiní to you is quicksand.

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

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 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 among the creations in 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.

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 said.

Itís the stab in my back.

Itís the soul that you hurt.

Oh, I live a wanted future in your mind.

I live a life thatís beautiful and free.

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

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THE MELODY ONLY A LOVER CAN HEAR

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.

Whispering the tender poem,

while still lying warm beneath the covers.

The rhythm of love, with pure notes and pure hearts.

And their words are clear.

The melody only a lover can hear.

How for love

longing for my lover,

did the most beautiful song begin.

The piano was off key

but still the melody

was beautiful to me.

The simple ballad of love.

Awaken 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 melody only a lover can hear.

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

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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,

like a storm playing havoc

on fears of abandonment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

 

 

 

AMOUR PROPRE

 

 

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Fetes

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tu billet doux y bon vivant

carpe diem.

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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

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

The roar of the first cannon 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

 

 

THE TOUCH OF LIFE

 

 

Is she your lover?

Is she your love?

Is she the one

when you close your eyes

your dreaming of.

Do you tell yourself lies?

Why do you lie?

There is so little time

in this one life

to feel the touch of life.

You choose.

You canít undo.

Whatís done is done,

so whoís fooliní who?

The lamp of time

throws a clear light.

There is so little time

in this one life

to feel the touch of life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 again.

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 reveled.

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 aught 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 aught 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

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

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.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

 

 

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?

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

 

 

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.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

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.

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

 

 

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.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

A GIRL SHOULD NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

 

 

Well, I heard a lot of stories

and I bet you that theyíre true.

About the cold, cold heart inside of you.

So Iím keeping myself ready

and I wonít be made a fool.

A girl should never fall in love with you.

I heard a lot of rumor

and I bet you some are true.

About how girls are put upon by men.

So, Iím keeping my eyes open

and I wonít be caught again.

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.

Well, no thanks.

Thereíd be those damn advantages

that you would take.

Thereíd be the vows and promises

that you would break.

Well, no thanks.

I learned a lot of lessons,

and frankly, this wonít do.

A girl should never fall in love with you.

Well, Iíll be damned if Iím falling

for a rotten bum like you..

A girl should never fall in love with you.

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

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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Peggy Penny

 

 

ONE LOVE FORBIDDEN TO SHINE

 

 

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.

The story is the same for me.

Itís not important.

There are tears for things and

we are furious poets.

Prepared in life to have peace of mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

REVENGE

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 walk by you,

look and see what you canít have.

Feel the knife of vengeance

stab in your back.

I want revenge.

Plain and simple.

Iím not a bimbo,

Iím going to get my way.

I want revenge.

Served bitter and cold.

Expedient and bold.

Iím going to have my day.

Without mercy,

Iím not a wussy,

Iím going to kick your ass.

I want revenge.

Bloody and brutal.

Iím not some school girl,

that you can kick around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

IN THE GROWING GAME

In the growing game of black and blues.

I never got to sing my songs for you.

Fortune favors the bold and true.

So, let me take a hold of you.

Itís our last day together,

tears weld up in a ball.

Outside Iím collected,

as the tear drops fall.

Iím needing something they call

closing and resolve.

Baby, baby,

give me what youíve got.

Pain and wanting are burdens,

building up the walls.

Outside appearance,

chin is up and standing tall.

Iím needing something they call

peacefulness and calm.

Baby, baby

give me what youíve got.

The heart has itís reasons

that reason knows nothing of.

In the growing game of love.

Dare to defend our love.

Either conquer or die.

In the growing game

thereís only you and I.

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

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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Peggy Penny

LOVE, IíM GUNNA FIND ME SOME

 

 

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

Thereís a rumor that you got the hots for me.

Yeh, donít be ashamed,

donít you want to know how I feel?

Itís under the sun,

so then it must be real.

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 it will happen

for everyone there is someone.

Itís all under the sun,

Love, Iím gunna find me some.

Men buy you things

and swear that they love you

all night.

They make promises

then dump you when they get tired.

Well, not on my time.

Love, Iím gunna find me some.

I donít want half of it.

Love, Iím gunna find me some.

Ask yourself what are you thinking

when you look in my eyes.

Itís all what we want.

Love, Iím gunna find me some.

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

WHAT WOULD I SAY?

What would I say

if I had a chance?

What would I say

to make you mine?

If I only had one invitation to extend,

it would be to hear the story of your life.

What would I say

if I had the courage?

What would I say

if I had the nerve.

"May I be in your story, a major role, please.

May I be important to the plot?"

I donít ask a lot.

I donít know about love

so I really canít say.

But when others describe it,

it sounds this way.

What would I say

if I could?

What would I do

that I should?

I would say that Iím in love,

the rapid heart of sweaty palms.

What is it

I can say to you?

That you havenít heart before.

I would never leave you,

never would,

I canít live without your love.

What I would say

if only I could.

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

YOU LOVE ME, THATíS ALL I WANT TO HEAR

How are you today?

I think itís going to rain.

Iím fine, thanks.

Twelve miles and a world away.

Hello, how are you?

That shirt is nice, is it new?

Itís a beautiful day, okay

see you later.

Thereís got to be something better.

You love me,

thatís all I want to hear.

That you love me

we have nothing else to say.

Thereís only you and me,

why hide in these pleasantries.

Weíve both had enough small talk.

We both know what we want.

You love me,

thatís all I want to hear.

That you love me,

all else is neither here nor there.

Fine, thank you very much.

Do you have the time?

Thatís a very nice tie.

Iíll see you tomorrow.

We both know thereís something better.

You love me,

thatís all I want to hear.

That you love me,

thatís all thatís left to share.

I love you too,

is that all you what to hear?

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

I BET ALL MY LOVE ON YOU

He passed a flame of time and space,

where angels cried in endless night

at the beauty of his face.

The tender thoughts of him,

each lonely scene

their solemn spring.

Where once we knew each other

and the days were ours

to last forever.

I stepped on the stones of our future plans.

I had all my ducks lined up on you.

In a row of dominos,

I bet all my love on you.

Even when I knew the odds were slim.

I put my heart on the line and hoped to win.

What else could I do?

But make a play for you.

Where once we knew each other

and the days were ours

to last forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

THAT IS WHAT THE WORLD HAS COME TO.

They were questions a little girl would ask

who believed in fairy tales.

With the face of an angel

and the mind of a devil,

she preceded without caution.

Since not enough would be too much,

though she was right there in front of him,

he could not have her.

When does he tell her that he loves her?

Yes, she is going to make you ask for everything.

Yes, there will be no misunderstandings.

That is what the world has come to.

Of simple things,

of homonyms.

Of rainbows that appear at the end of ignorance.

Of wind, being contrary,

proving the open heart.

That is what the world has come to.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

GIVE ME A VOTE

You had better run,

you had better hide.

Itís you that I want and Iíve made up my mind.

So say that your all mine

before I change my mind.

Donít waste my time.

Give me a vote,

baby, give me a hope and itís you.

Give me a voice,

baby, give me a voice and Iíll choose.

Iíve been around the block,

Iíve seen a thing or two.

Oh, Oh, Oh,

I want you, I want you

I wantÖ

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 change my mind.

Donít waste my time.

Give me a vote,

baby, give me a hope and itís you.

Give me a voice,

baby, give me a voice and Iíll choose.

Iíve been around the block,

Iíve seen a thing or two.

Oh, Oh, Oh,

I want you, I want you, I want you.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

 

It was the first time we were ever close. I stood beside him, waited for a moment, then decided we were being overly skittish. I sat down and as he moved, our eyes locked.

His, deep, dark, searching mine for the smallest clue. I gave him no more then necessary. I could just see it happening. See the growing curiosity on his face.

His eyes changed and regarded me placidly now, knowing I would not give in. To me, there was nothing 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 merely the school that I was attending. If critical thinking was anything like cynical thinking, I figured Iíd fair pretty well. But no where in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined the impact it would have on my pending future.

As I sit back now and watch the unfolding plight dance itís cunning path across my life, I have to laugh. It is so like me to trap and corner by chaotic means. Though it is often said, though never really proven, a woman should posses just this quality. That is, if she wants to be truly successful. So, it was with this that I looked up into the depth of his eyes. What he had said had been for my benefit. Shocked, I had driven my eyes down, realizing that it was useless to conceal much from him. Steph moved closer and leaned his weight back against the edge of his desk. We both had heightened our senses in response to each other, now each of us waited for the other to react.

But human nature could not stand this for long. From his increasing blushes, I could see that he was becoming somewhat troubled at the brim of his emotions. Then, I could read from the flash in his lovely eyes that he was feeling really naughty, his sensuality was now thoroughly obvious. At this moment I chose to abduct him into my lustful thoughts, the most knowing expert of vices in existence. I lost, at once, to the arousing fantasy. I gave a deep, long drawn out sign and drown him with the intensity of my stare. There mixed in forbidden rapture, our restless souls cut to the quick. It was our secret.

The lecture drove on and I calmly looked at my watch. Another three weeks and our time would be over, sweet as it was. And the thought made me realize the hypocrisy of it all. "Those who are well adjusted arenít afraid of change." So, where does that place us? Afraid or maladjusted?

The time came to leave, so I made my exit brief. No looks, no questions, no good byes. Yet, brief as the moment was, it still left itís mark impressed upon my heart. I tried not to think about the final day when I would have to leave for good. Stephen watched me leave out the corner of his eye.

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 Peggy writing? Poetry to smooth down the little misunderstandings between two new lovers? No! That canít be. He removed the thought. Just let her be a little sanctified dream, soft and warm. With 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.

Excuse me for reversing my reasoning, but try for yourself to solve the dilemma without connecting the two subjects. Objectives are reached either way and will not abate one iota the production. So why not look for what is not, rather than what is. And since one seldom stares down the face of nothing, it would be required to be led through a maze of perplexities. So how is it that anyone finds first love without first entailing a series of calamities? The proper subject for love is oneís equal, seeing that the essence of love is to be mutual. The irrationality of love is fondly celebrated and certainly a field to play. Love is delicate, elusive and above all, spontaneous. In the beginning it just happens. But to endure requires the full capacity of an open heart and soul.

In the strained silence, our eyes exchanged a message. I tried to turn the conversation onto an innocuous tack but my eyes burned with longing. These were intended to remind him that he had competition, that if he wanted me, he must make the move. But he stuck to his determination. He had decided that part of him wanted me badly, but another, perhaps deeper and saner side, held back. He might win me as a friend, but he wasnít sure about winning me as a lover. My ideas were too different, my ambitions too strong. And now he harbored a endless fear that at some weak or impulsive moment he might give in to his feelings completely. "Youíd better stay away from that woman," he vowed, knowing all the time that it would be impossible.

In the next room, all was quiet. As an added precaution I shut the little bolt on our side of the door. Now we had no fear that anyone would make a sudden entrance, which could prove to be embarrassing. Now we were definitely alone. The decision was his to make. His heart was in his throat and he stood motionless. My first impulse was to imprint a gentle kiss on his mouth. He gave a deep, long look and reached for me. We melted into a passionate embrace. When music, heaven made in wild unaltered hue. Winged down to sing a lullaby of the time I spent with you. In tears, all night, a love so warm that heaven cried down an angels song. A silence, so comforting that clear tones shown through. The image, so true, of the time spent with you. Give me your love, give me your heart. Give me your love like an old fashion song. Night after night, hold me tight. I could put out a fire with these tears. Give me your kiss, inside your arms. Sing me your love like a beautiful song. Your all that I want and Iíve waited so long. I could put our a fire with these tears.

Copyright 1996

Peggy Penny

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excuse me for reversing my reasoning, but try for yourself to solve the dilemma without connecting the two subjects. Objectives are reached either way and will not abate one iota the production. So why not look for what is not, rather than what is. And since one seldom stares down the face of nothing, it would be required to be led through a maze of perplexities. So how is it that anyone finds first love without first entailing a series of calamities? The proper subject for love is oneís equal, seeing that the essence of love is to be mutual. The irrationality of love is fondly celebrated and certainly a field to play.

Love is delicate, elusive and above all, spontaneous. In the beginning it just happens. But to endure requires the full capacity of an open heart and soul.

In the strained silence, our eyes exchanged a message. I tried to turn the conversation onto an innocuous tack but my eyes burned with longing. These were intended to remind him that he had competition, that if he wanted me, he must make the move. But he stuck to his determination. He had decided that part of him wanted me badly, but another, perhaps deeper and saner side, held back. He might win me as a friend, but he wasnít sure about winning me as a lover. My ideas were too different, my ambitions too strong. And now he harbored a endless fear that at some weak or impulsive moment he might give in to his feelings completely. "Youíd better stay away from that woman," he vowed, knowing all the time that it would be impossible.

In the next room, all was quiet. As an added precaution I shut the little bolt on our side of the door. Now we had no fear that anyone would make a sudden entrance, which could prove to be embarrassing. Now we were definitely alone. The decision was his to make. His heart was in his throat and he stood motionless. My first impulse was to imprint a gentle kiss on his mouth. He gave a deep, long look and reached for me. We melted into a passionate embrace. When music, heaven made in wild unaltered hue. Winged down to sing a lullaby of the time I spent with you. In tears, all night, a love so warm that heaven cried down an angels song. A silence, so comforting that clear tones shown through. The image, so true, of the time spent with you

Behind his eyes, behind his smile, beamed the smallest glint of satisfaction. There, behind his smile, behind his eyes. The next four months of adventure behind mine. I had come to him first and the flattery gained the upper hand. It was obvious why I was there and I did little to hide the fact. We both knew we would eventually seek each other out. It was only a matter of time.