T.G.I.F. 12/13/19

[Quixilated]

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How it Works:   
1. Write a poem on the suggested topic using the form described.  (However, the prompt is more like guidelines, not a hard and fast rule.)
2. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread.
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Fridayish, December 13, 2019

Topic: “sing-along”  — write a poem that contains the title of one of your favorite songs.  It can be included anywhere in the poem.  

For added twist: write a poem that has a different or opposing theme to that of the song.

Form: any

Line Requirement:  any

[dukealien]

Songs Diverse


Some sing, “Oh come, oh come, Immanuel!”
and mean it, those who think they live in Hell,
that having God With Us is just the thing
to sooth their pain of life without a King.

They will not understand what Heaven’s not:
no truncheon-wielding seraphs primed to spot
and punish deviation from the Word
sung in loud unison - why, that’s absurd.

Instead, true Heaven’s choral harmony
in endless variations, rhapsody
of unsubsumed rejoicing ‘round the Throne,
displays each voice, together yet alone.

And Heaven on this earth can only be
composed of individuals, each free
of domination by aspiring men
whose goal is ruling Hell by sword or pen.

[Tiger the Lion]

Na Na Na Na

Poor Jude,
you will get played.
There's zero chance you
are going to get her.
Remember, she's so far of your league
you'll be fatigued
before you've met her.

          And any time you feel the twinge?
          That's you unhinged, believing
          in manic happy endings.

          When don't you know that it's just you,
          poor Jude, it's just you.
          Quit dreaming. For God's sake stop pretending.

Na na na na na, na na na na...

[Quixilated]

I’m always saying it doesn’t fit,
this funny old world and me,
always one second out of sync,
always crashing through life
like an elephant in the corn.

I keep saying I want fly away
to some place magical and wild.
This world’s too real, too full of cracks,
too full of hours that drag like years,
and days that disappear too soon.

But then, a sunset paints the sky with fire,
the mighty ocean hurls itself upon a shore,
winter’s gorgeous snowy death takes my breath,
then spring throws flowers on every path,
and I concede this world has magic enough for me.

[busker]

Anthony Hopkins to Jodie Foster

Everyday
your face is on the posters,
they don't know you're smoking in the toaster -
but a love like yours will surely come my way
someday.

Someday-hey.
Everyday I want to learn the conga,
read the rhymes inside of Onga Bonga,
the girls like rhymes, even more than a longer
schlonger, hee hee...

Everyday
your face is on the posters,
they don't know your palms are used as coasters,
but a love like yours will surely come my way
someday.