Here and Now Song
Today is my day
And right now my finest hour.
I feel the comfort of a loving touch,
Smell the sweetness of the flower.
Everything I need is given,
All my cares are swept away.
Turn my thoughts toward merry laughter,
Step by step I make my way.
Love surrounds me and protects me.
Music lifts my heart with song.
I leave yesterday behind me
Release anger, hurt and wrong.
What is over doesn’t matter.
What’s before me fills my view.
See, hear, touch, taste now for pleasure
In a world that is all new.
What I was fades from my mem’ry,
Where I am brings me delight.
Let the past be like a river
Flowing gently from my sight.
Chorus:
I am grateful for the sunlight and
I revel in the rain.
What’s before me cheers my soul.
What’s before me cheers my soul.
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Here and Now Song
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Wide-Eyed Child
by Liza Loop, 2010
We knew each other once
But then I lost you.
Lost you to determined pedals Pushed forward at the top of their arc, Left and then right, left and right.Lost you to the un-wet bed, the hung-up clothes, The stuffed toys put in rows.
Remember stepping into the garden pool
With one high-topped leather shoe,
The wonder of the ant on the peony
And the chaffer eating the rose,
The sweet smell of the rose, the sharpness of the thistle,
The softness of the kitten and the wriggle of the hamster’s toes? You were valiant in your fight against extinction,
Persistent in the giggle and the squirm.
You sang and twirled and rolled down hills,
Invented modern art, progressive jazz
And transcendental meditation.
But the urge to know and learn seduced you.
The pond of pleasing others sucked you down to its swampy bottom And held you there.
You burst into the kinders’ garden intoxicated,
Unaware that addiction to achievement and success
Would yield asphyxiation.
While once you scampered after butterfly, then bird,
Now you lumber toward the good.
The kiss that used to simply sing, “Oh happy me”
Has now become a slave to love and duty.
Somewhere deep inside the folds of my being You still whisper, “Oooh! Look! Why?”
Your smile’s reflected in the mirror of my tears. I strain against quilts of education,
Held tight around me by laces of criticism, Walled in by obligation and padlocked
By the admonitions, “Don’t be selfish.”
You were never selfish. What we told you was: “Don’t be.”
I’m walking to the twilight of my life.
I want you back.
I want you free.
copyright (c) Liza Loop 2010, Mountain View, CA USA
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On the Death of a Secret Lover
I open my mouth to let
the part of him that is in me go
where it needs to.
It flows from my toes and groin
through the chakras
In, out, with my breath,
in both directions,
in all directions.
The corners of my mouth dry,
my tongue searches.
Is it a scream, a moan, a hymn, a murmur of
the wind in pine trees
that hover silently near my lips?
I want to tell the world
that we were connected,
that he changed my life,
me, everything.
That even after twenty-three years of silence
the broken connection
bleeds.
There are hundreds like you,
you have no claim on him.
It isn’t a claim.
Just love.
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Old and Grumpy Song
Sometimes I write rhythmic prose that needs a melody to become a song. If you like this one and can put it to music, please record your rendition and share it with us.
Old and Grumpy Song
I don’t like women and I don’t like men
I have been grumpy since I can’t remember when
The kids are noisy and the cashier is rude
You’d better watch your step; I’m in a really bad mood!
Everything around me is beginning to fall apart
My feet are always aching and I have a bad heart
Every friggin’ day I’m worried about my health
Think I’ll just sit down right here and feel sorry for myself
I gotta’ do the dishes or they’re covered in slime
But still they just get dirty so it’s all a waste of time
I really should get up and take the time to make my bed
But I’m so gull darn grumpy gonna’ lie right here instead
Growing old is very painful and it just ain’t fair
My neighbors ignore me and my family’s off somewhere
I’m so lonely, bored and frightened that I’m often moved to tears
And with modern medication, – – ah shit! – – , this is going to last for years
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