It is easier to tell the truth,
Than it is to lie, and it takes
Less words and effort to do so
Than to create a cover story,
Even for the clever and sly.
Truth can hurt the heart inside,
But it is better than to fight for
Falsehoods, and even die,
For such deaths are in vain.
They just cause more pain.
I hope the several cups of coffee
will get me through the night,
at least to the end of the show.
Like a thief, I sell stolen notes
from a silent song writer who
has gone and I’ll never know.
The women scream and shout,
and the audience tells me
they’re having a good time.
Like a thief, I take the thoughts
from a forgotten poet and
act like the words are mine.
It’s not wrong to sing this song.
It feels good and pays the bills.
I take feelings and make them real.
It’s not wrong to sing this song.
I make a living as a singer,
and I need to sing the songs.
They may not be my words or music,
but I know it’s not wrong.
I get dressed up to entertain
them in my boots and cowboy hat.
They get lost in the words and music,
and they keep on coming back.
The people want to have a good time,
and nothing’s wrong with that.
It’s not wrong to sing this song.
It feels good and pays the bills.
I take feelings and make them real.
It’s not wrong to sing this song.
It’s not wrong to sing this song.
Ducks in a Row Photo by Mike Hall
Young ducks rest in the shade of one of the small lakes at an Indianapolis, IN, apartment complex before record rain set in causing record-levels of flooding in some areas of central Indiana.
Summer Sunset Photo by Mike Hall
As the sun closes out another day, the storm clouds, that brought high winds, tornadoes and and heavy rain over the last two weeks, disappear, revealing a calm night sky.
Battles will be won, but
the war will not cease.
Lovers keep on fighting, and
there will never be peace.
The red lights start flashing,
and old friends get hurt.
The knife had cut again,
and the devil is at work.
The is for the just,
and protects the insane,
The people in the middle
seem to inflict the pain.
Battles will be won, but
the war will not cease.
Lovers keep on fighting, and
there will never be peace.
Love has no boundaries, and
travels with great speed.
When a heart is broken,
revenge is what some need.
Revenge turns to hate,
and the love is lost.
People become pawns when
the battles are fought.
Battles will be won, but
the war will not cease.
Lovers keep on fighting, and
there will never be peace.
Love doesn’t disappear
when the feelings have gone.
Memories of the good times
make the fantasy linger on.
Lovers want love to survive,
and that is why they fight.
They want to save feelings
which were born in the night.
Battles will be won, but
the war will not cease.
Lovers keep on fighting, and
there will never be peace.
Courtesy photo
Forbidden Love
I’m frustrated and confused,
and yet I don’t want to be used.
I’m stuck with a forbidden love.
You say that you want me,
but you still want to be free.
I’m stuck with a forbidden love.
I don’t know how to love you,
or if I should know you at all.
It would be so easy to fall
in love again this time.
Maybe we could just be friends,
and my desire for you would end.
Or it could only begin, and to
love you would be a sin.
One touch of your hands
make my heart understand
I am to be with you.
I’m frustrated and confused,
and yet I don’t want to be used.
I’m stuck with a forbidden love.
You say that you want me,
but you still want to be free.
I’m stuck with a forbidden love.
I don’t know how to love you,
or if I should let you go away.
It would be so nice to stay
in love again this time.
Maybe we could just be friends,
and my desire for you would end.
Or it could just begin, and then
my emotions would win.
One touch of your hands
make my heart understand
I am to be with you.
I’m frustrated and confused,
and yet I don’t want to be used.
I’m stuck with a forbidden love.
You say that you want me,
but you still want to be free.
I’m stuck with a forbidden love.
To be a success in any venture, it helps to know people, the insiders. The new International Poetry Link Exchange at the World of Words by Elias Tobias may help those promising poets the initial exposure needed.
Thousands of people around the world have their own poetry blobs or Web sites. Most cable companies or providers that provide Internet service have a part of the service which allows customers to create at least one personal web site. Independent hosts have free or low cost web site opportunities what are create to be poetry Web site.
This page is dedicated as an international poetry link exchange to create a network of links for those who have poetry Web site or other link exchanges. Readers are offered a free opportunity to have other appropriate links on this Web blog in exchange for placing a link for the World of Words by Elias Tobias on their Web blog or site.
This Exchange is a companion page to the existing Poetry Links Page on the World of Words at eliastobias.net.
To get started with the International Poetry Link Exchange, all that needs to be done is simply send an e-mail to eliastobias2002(at)yahoo(dot)com, and request a link exchange. Include your name, and the name of the site along with the link to be exchanged. Also include at attachments of art, photos, or logos to go along with the exchange link. The site will be checked out, and if approved, will be posted on the Exchange page by clicking here.
That’s it, except to post the link on the other Web blog or site once the site is on the Exchange page.
Love is the only medicine
for a broken heart.
When you fall in love again,
there’s a brand-new start.
Tablets, pills and therapy
can also be tried,
but just one thing will keep
you satisfied.
Love is the only medicine
for a broken heart.
If I were to fall in love again,
it would be with you,
There’s no one else who makes
me feel like you do.
Since you have been in my life,
I haven’t been the same.
The changes have been good.
I feel a new flame.
Love is the only medicine
for a broken heart.
When you fall in love again,
there’s a brand-new start.
Tablets, pills and therapy
can also be tried,
but just one thing will keep
you satisfied.
Love is the only medicine
for a broken heart.
I have more energy to live,
each and every day
since we first got together at
the club by the bay.
I hope you feel the same as
much as I do for you.
Your love make me feel alive,
and I’m never blue.
Love is the only medicine
for a broken heart.
When you fall in love again,
there’s a brand-new start.
Tablets, pills and therapy
can also be tried,
but just one thing will keep
you satisfied.
Love is the only medicine
for a broken heart.
Love is the only medicine
for a broken heart.
To read this poem in French, click here.
I am a writer, a fighter,
and I fling my verbs
so that a voice inside
me can heard
by those who will
love me and hate
me at my every word.
I am a writer, a fighter,
and champion of a cause
so that I can show
solutions to life’s flaws
which appear to those
who break one of the
many confusing laws.
I am a writer, a fighter,
and in my own special way
speak for those who
don’t have time to say
what is in their hearts
because they work hard
just to finish the day.
I am a writer, a fighter,
one with a silent voice
that has power in a
limited world of choice
which is polluted by
those who always
need to make loud noise.
I am a writer, a fighter,
and I’ll write to the end
for it is a right which
many have died to defend
so I could be free
to write what I wish, even
to those I might offend.
I am a writer, a fighter,
and I put words to song
so if you like the music,
too, just sing along, and
maybe my message
will still be here
long after I’m gone.
Alice Cooper said is best when he sang the song, “School’s Out for Summer.” June is here, and its time to do things that you do not do while school is going on, like go on vacations and trave or have more time with your friends - all kinds of agenda changes.
The theme for the next three months at the World of Words by Elias Tobias is Summer of Fun. Words and photos will illustrate this theme, and readers are invited to send their summer snapshots via e-mail with basic caption information, and published with the new Summer Snapshots logo at contact(at)eliastobias(dot)net. Just have a Polaroid or a film camera? Photos can be put on a CD or prints can be scanned. Also any summer videos sent to YouTube can be promoted on this Web blog with the appropriate Internet link. Of course, all photos should be of publishable content and quality.
Poetry First-Aid
Sometime the words don’t seem right, no matter how long you have thought about the feelings to be expressed in a poem, or you have not used the right tools to get the poem in a final form. Here is where I can help. With Poetry First Aid, a poem written by someone other than myself can be sumbitted to eliastobias2002(at)yahoo(dot)com to Poetry First Aid. I’ll work with the original text, help edit it to be a better poem, and the result may be a better poem. The new poem belongs to the original writer, with all rights reserved. It’s free.
Free, free, free, free, free
The World of Words by Elias Tobias has several free opportunities for its readers to become part of the web blog. First, it is very easy to send a comment about any poem on the screen. Go to the right side of the page and see link to the free open poetry forum for those those have poems to submit to others to read, or get a free poetry poster, see links to other poetry Web sites, get free tips about how to get published, take free poetry writing lessons.
Now it’s time to turn up the volume for for songs from the radio, as Poems of the Month. If you are inspired to write some music for these lyrics, let me know at contact(at)eliastobias(dot)net.
Poems of the Month
I’m Your Radio
Turn me on. Tune me in.
Turn out the lights
and let the loving begin.
I’m your radio. I’m your radio.
When I first saw your face,
I felt a tingle through my toes.
All it took was only one look,
and your eyes pierced my soul.
You didn’t have to say a word.
I could feel you read my mind.
You took my heart away from me
and never said a line.
Put your arms around me, babe,
and hold on to me tight.
I never want to let you go.
I want to love you tonight.
Turn me on. Tune me in.
Turn out the lights
and let the loving begin.
I’m your radio. I’m your radio.
I know you have feelings for me,
enough to know more than you care.
How else can I make you see
there are secrets we can share?
My heart is for you to take.
You know I can’t be refused,
or soon my heart will break.
I’ve been this way before, babe,
and maybe I’ll get hurt again.
Come through the open door
as a lover, not just a friend.
Turn me on. Tune me in.
Turn out the lights
and let the loving begin.
I’m your radio. I’m your radio.
Turn me on. Tune me in.
Turn out the lights
and let the loving begin.
I’m your radio. I’m your radio.
Blue Over You
You have left me, babe,
and now I’m blue.
You have gone away, oh,
and I am the fool.
Can’t sleep at night
‘Cause I’m thinking of you.
You have left me, babe,
and now I’m blue.
My shoes are tattered since
I’ve been walkin’ the streets.
The laces are worn and
the shoes fall from my feet.
Things haven’t been right
since you left me last week.
You have left me, babe,
and now I’m blue.
You have gone away, oh,
and don’t know what to do.
My mind has been scattered,
and I can’t even think.
Dreams of us together are
forever down the sink.
Things haven’t been right
since you left me last week.
You have left me, babe,
and now I’m blue.
You have gone away, oh,
and I am the fool.
My body has been shattered,
and my muscles are weak.
My heart is heavy, and I
can feel it skip a beat.
Things haven’t been right
since you left me last week.
You have left me, babe,
and I’m the fool.
You have gone away, oh,
and I’m feelin’ blue.
My soul has been battered.
I hate the mid-day heat.
The comfort of the cool
darkness is what I need.
Things haven’t been right
since you left me last week.
You have left me, babe,
and I’m feelin’ blue.
You have gone away, oh,
and I’m the fool.
I’ve been tattered, shattered,
scattered and battered, and
I’m getting blue over you.
I’d like to see you soon.
Things haven’t been right
since you left me last week.
Can’t sleep at night
‘Cause I’m thinking of you.
You have left me, babe,
and now I’m blue.
I Want You Back
Musical intro-variation of melody chords
Lead singer(LS) I won’t let go
Background Singer(BS) Oh no
LS: Even if you tell me so
BS: Won’t go
LS: because baby I know
BS: I know
LS:There will come a day
BS: One day
LS:When you will say
BS: you’ll say
LS: “Darling, I want you back!”
BS: I want you back
Chorus:
BS: Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum
LS: I want you back.
BS: Today,today, today
LS: I want you to stay.
BS: Ring-a-ring-a-ring
LS: We will hear the bells
BS: I do, I do, I do
LS: on our wedding day.
LS: Until that time
BS:Tick-a-tock, tick-a-tock
LS:I’ll wait in line
BS: Wait in line
LS: For you to find
BS: you can find
LS: The words you will say
BS: You’ll say
LS: on the special day
BS: Special day
LS:”Honey, I want you back!”
BS: I want you back
Repeat chorus
LS: I won’t let go
BS: Oh no
LS: Even if you tell me so
BS: Won’t go
LS: because baby I know
BS: I know
LS:There will come a day
BS: One day
LS:When you will say
BS: you’ll say
LS: “Darling, I want you back!”
BS: I want you back
Instrumental bridge with guitar, piano, and trumpet or harmonica
sharing the melody. Bridge chords come back to chorus.
Chorus:
BS: Ba-bum, Ba-bum, Ba-bum
LS: I want you back.
BS: Today,today, today
LS: I want you to stay.
BS: Ring-a-ring-a-ring
LS: We will hear the bells
BS: I do, I do, I do
LS: on our wedding day.
repeat chorus until fade away
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