Finally, I wrote something

Well, the storm came and went. I got to be snowed in. It was fun while it lasted. I swear my mind must work contingent upon the weather. I said before that my mind (along with local business) was shutting down in preperation for the storm. Well, tomorrow is back to your weekly routine, whatever yours might be. And as if it knew that the storm was over....my mind shifted back into full gear. I wrote a 3 page poem today. I'll have to check but I think this is a record. As I was listening to Fantasia's CD and thinking about a friend, this poem came to mind:

MELODIC LADY

Melodic lady
Yea, her voice is
Hypnotic baby
Her soft blaze
Is amazing.
The songs she sings
Brings
Tender tunes
Into quiet rooms
A minor pitch
And
Savvy switch
Her skin is caramel
Thick thighs, bedroom eyes
And coca smell
Well,
What could one expect?
She makes her presence
Evident
When I hear her sing
I think of Jazz
Dim rooms, soft talk
She’s got the right kind of pizzazz
With a ‘come get me’ walk
Her riffs take you back
Like
Etta James
At last
Her name is Melodic
But I call her Aria for short
Cause she laces every lyric
Like it’s a sport.
She is the lady that sings the blues
When life takes its toll
She is the Sam Cooke track I play
To rejuvenate my soul
She is a
Melodic lady
Yea, her voice is
Hypnotic baby
Her soft blaze
Is amazing.
She could kill a chord
Cause her soulful craft
Is it’s own reward
Her canticles cut like a sword
She’s the reason Solomon wrote
The Song of Songs
With her pipes she can blow
A chorus just as long
She’s sexy
To me
In every way
Her anthem’s perplexity
Makes me stay
Long after the song is done
Soulful, sexy songstress
Got me gone
Yea, she’s the one.
After acappella
Notes she sang
Her southern twang
Makes me want to
Introduce myself
To this
Melodic lady
Yea, her voice is
Hypnotic baby
Her soft blaze
Is amazing.
Her harmony
Could easily
Make me fall into her bed
Her charming keys
Could forcefully
Pull me into her head
Her femme physique
Accentuates a smooth mystic
Cause she’s
Urban like city streets
But with class
You’d swear music played
When she passed
I’m impressed
With ne plus ultra
She ballads the best
She opens her mouth
And it’s like a music box is
In her chest
That’s why
She’s my
Melodic lady
Yea, her voice is
Hypnotic baby
Her soft blaze
Is amazing.
Piano keys, and poetry
Is her muse-ik
Don’t confuse it
She could set a melody
To anything I write
Set it a blaze with her voice
And like a Phoenix
Bring it back to life
She could easily illuminate
Any room she’s in
While she talks to me
She
Talk’s to hymn
I can tell
She
Has no parallel
Cherish her
I might as well
Hell
After all she is a
Melodic lady
Yea, her voice is
Hypnotic baby
Her soft blaze
Is amazing.

Unique Verses 2005

It's written from a guys point of view, just for those that were wondering. And no you're not missing some deep rooted messege, it's just about a guy (a poet) who is in love with a singer. She doesn't have to be famous, in fact in this poem she's not. But if you read it and you think she is....that's fine too. I was really worried that it was too long. But then I told myself it doesn't matter...I write for my own satisfaction not anybody elses. I like it, may make some changes, but I like it. Haven't decided whether or not I'm going to post it on my website. Now if I could just write maybe two or three more, of this quality then I would be happy. I guess I see what happens tomorrow. Technically it is Monday already but I don't count it as a day until the sun comes up.