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Spontaneous Bop Prosody
Join Date: Feb 2006
Location: Maryland
Posts: 97
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Lullabies
I spend most evenings in my rocking chair,
Wearing the smile all proud fathers wear.
Thinking of my daughter and the thoughts we share,
And all the days and nights that got us there.
These sunsets on the water, are fantastically sweet,
And this old oak rocking chair was hand crafted by me.
Miracles are rare, this one happened to me.
My daughter, her vibrance, her laughter, her glee.
I remember the very night she was born.
It was three in the morn, on the eve of a storm.
We spent the next few days in the hospital.
It was a premature birth that they say was impossible.
But I'm convinced she was heaven sent, fate is unstoppable.
Beautiful, even the doctors knew, they wanted to adopt her too.
And when we did get her home, precious thing, dressed in pink,
When we put her to bed, i would take a deep breath and sing:
Golden slumber kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty baby,
Do not cry,
And I will sing you a lullaby.
Todays is the last day of autumn, monday's winter.
On a brighter note, todays our weekly sunday dinner.
Supper time, the table's set, add the center peice to make it strech.
Apple pie? We bake it fresh, because thats the way it taste the best.
My daughter? Her name is Beth, she says her work has been major stress,
Shes so thankful for these family dinners, finally a day to rest.
My wife asked asked Beth as she always does, with her hands waving,
When are you and that nice young man Davie, gonna give me some grand babies?
"I'm just saying i'd like to have another adorable little child to hold"
Beth smiled "I know. But we still have a while to go."
"Oh the way we used to carry you and sing to you,
"Yes beth we still cherish you and think of you!"
"I know you do, hey dad, you know that one bed time song,
You sang to me when i was little?" "I dont know its been so long,
You know im getting old, its harder to remember things,
Hm let me think... ah yes," i take a deep breath and sing:
Golden slumber kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty baby,
Do not cry,
And I will sing you a lullaby.
Its saturday morning, the sun is out and the weathers nice.
Beth asked me to go house shopping, says i give the best advice.
I wanted to take my car, but let her drive because we never fight,
But still told her at every light, make sure you look left and right.
Told her to be careful, on the road there's still some melted ice,
She was always a good listener, never had to tell her twice,
I asked her how she was doing, she said that she felt alright.
"There's a house down the road." "How much?" "I cant tell the price.
I want you to see it first" She looked at me with her grin expression.
Through an intersection, i heard a horn honk but didnt know which direction,
Quickly look left then, pupils dialate inside my eyes,
An tractor trailer of giant size, slammed into the driver's side.
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I climb from the wreckage.
The screams and cries are tremendous.
My baby girl's blood dry on her necklace.
I know shes gonna die, why is the question.
With one broken arm, i drag her to the street.
Can't understand why the passenger was me.
She looks at me barely alive, gasping when she breathes.
Say a final prayer to the sky, this has to be a dream!
As she's dying in my arms, she says a blood choked I love you.
"I love you too! But the ambulance will come soon!"
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But theres no doctors, no angels with protective wings,
Eyes full of tears, i take a deep breath and sing:
Golden slumber kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty baby,
Do not cry,
And I will sing you a lullaby.
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Inkwell
Spontaneous Bop Prosody
Consider my verses word bombs.
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