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INSPIRATION

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A mother feels a new life beginning to emerge from her womb

She breathes

In and out, in and out

Submitting to a force

That will not be denied

Until finally

The moment of creation

Her labor is done

They are no longer one

She has a new son

 

We are born

Each of us Gods and Goddesses of

Our own private universe

A microcosm of the infinite

Reflecting the beauty and awe

Of a power as old as time

 

We breathe

Inhaling sights and sounds

From all around

Waves of light and color

Waves of sound

The air itself infused with

An aroma that floats

Through the atmosphere

Of our own little cosmos

 

We touch

Feeling all the textures

That surround our own small space

Our own little piece

Of the world

The warmth of our mother

No longer a constant

In order to ever feel that warmth again

We must share

 

We taste

The very air we breathe

Is our first feast

Our hunger can never be satisfied

Will never be gratified

Until the day we die

 

We move

Through a world of sensation

Each step defines a direction

A freedom of choice

As we change and we grow closer

To a purpose for our being

We speak

Our words an expression

Of a personal impression

Of the world of sensation

No longer can we keep inside

Our thoughts

Our feelings

Our opinions based on

The experience of

A brief lifetime

 

We read

 

The words on a page

So carefully chosen

That bring us beyond

All places and times

We have ever known

Or can ever know

The authors our guides

To their own private worlds

Of experience and imagination

Friends we will never meet

Imparting their wisdom

Their journey through a landscape

Of ideas and emotion Each sentence a gift

Of spontaneous generosity

Of sharing, of caring, and love

 

We write

Every letter has infinite power

To animate the dead

We create a world with every word

A child writes: “The bunny hops”

She adds an “e”

“The bunny hopes”

Hope springs eternal

And ignorance is bliss

Only for the fools

Who foolishly fail

To embrace the written word

Mightier than the sword

The pen

With its rapier wit

Will cleave the knave in twain

And leave its mark

Upon the greedy and the vain

Each letter leaves its stamp

Upon the page

A stage for comedy and tragic

Wizardry and magic

Forever and ever and ever again

Amen The End

(for Nyla)

 

Copyright 2008 Peter Sherman All rights reserved

It was the sound of her voice. Soft and sweet - a pleasant contralto with a pure tone: elegant and eloquent. I knew I had to make her mine.

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

I FEEL SO FREE BESIDE YOU

 

Once I was scared and I was shy

I was a very lonely guy

But now as you can plainly see

Now I am happy and I’m free

Free from all doubt and free from fear

Now that you, my love, are here

 

I FEEL SO FREE BESIDE YOU

I WILL COMFORT YOU AND GUIDE YOU

AND I’LL DO EVERY THING I CAN

NOW THAT YOU’VE CLAIMED ME AS YOUR MAN

 

It was so easy letting go

Of all the hurt that plagued me so

 

Since you have helped me rise above

Now I can share my life and love

And all my sadness is long past

Since I have found my love at last

 

I FEEL SO FREE BESIDE YOU

I WILL COMFORT YOU AND GUIDE YOU

AND I’LL DO EVERY THING I CAN

NOW THAT YOU’VE CLAIMED ME AS YOUR MAN

 

Copyright 2010 Peter Sherman 

All rights reserved

 

THE RECUMBENT VERNON There’s a cockfight out in Coram The rooster crowed at dawn But yet – The recumbent Vernon slumbered on There’s an orgy down in Oakdale The neighbors say “It’s wrong!” Meanwhile – The recumbent Vernon slumbers on There’s a wino off in Wyandanch Pissing on a lawn And yet – The recumbent Vernon slumbers on Here’s a lynching out in Speonk His neck’s about THAT long Meanwhile The recumbent Vernon slumbers on There’s a catfight there in Copiague And one girl’s bra is gone Even so – The recumbent Vernon slumbers on There’s a rumble down in Yaphank They’re shedding blood til dawn And yet – The recumbent Vernon slumbers on There’s a pit bull out in Patchogue Snarling out a song Meanwhile – The recumbent Vernon slumbers on There’s a hooker there in Halesite Inhaling from a bong But still – The recumbent Vernon slumbers on Amid the mayhem and confusion Love and tenderness are gone There’s only one thing to rely on – The recumbent Vernon slumbers on Yes – The recumbent Vernon slumbers on 3./19/08 Huntington Hospital Copyright 2008 Peter Sherman All rights reserved

This girl, Michelle, I know so well Although we’ve spent together little time Has got indeed just what I need, In fact inspires me to write this rhyme I have to know if she can go The distance with this man of such extremes For if she can then we can plan To both fulfill each other’s secret dreams Her beauty fair attracts me where All others surely wouldn’t dare to tread I hear her voice and have no choice - I need her in my life and in my bed And then I must repay her trust By simply just remembering what’s ours And keep it real because I feel A bond between us destined by the stars And so, Michelle, ma petite belle You’ve got me coming, going, in a whirl, But I don’t care because my prayer is Share your life with me and be my girl Copyright 2004 Peter Sherman All rights reserved.

Party people. way down ,down deep in the ocean There’s a creature that knows he’s got the motion. He go with the flow and I’m telling you, kid, We can all learn a lesson from Mr. Squid. He’s got big old eyes for a sweet young fish And if he plays it cool you know he’ll get his wish He can master a disaster without flipping his lid So let’s all do like Mr. Squid: GET YOUR TENTACLES UP (Oh yeah) AND KINDA DANGLE THEM DOWN (Uh huh) JUST SWAY YOUR HIPS (You got it) AS YOU FLOAT AROUND (Right) When it comes to the ladies this homeboy’s in the know Got a school of float girls go wherever he go He don’t get vexed with the opposite sex So Mr. Squid’s got the tuna when they clear the decks Don’t dis this dude, he’s fresher than you think And if you get too close he’ll squirt some funky black ink He got some on Bobby, Freddy, and Sid So fellas don’t play around with Mr. Squid. Yo, he will chill and I’m telling you, chum When you talk about your suckers boy he got some If you check out the dude you’ll be glad that you did Cause the party it ain’t started without Mr. Squid. Copyright 2004 Peter Sherman All rights reserved

LIFE FOR LUST I met a girl with eyes of blue I said to her,” How do you do?” She looked at me and sweetly said I’d really like to go to bed, But not alone and with a man Who’s got a method and a plan To make me come and come again So I said “Baby, I’m your man!” I LIVE FOR LIFE, A LIFE FOR LUST WITHOUT IT LIVING IS A BUST I NEED A WOMAN WHO’S A MUST THAT I CAN MATE WITH, SATE WITH, TRUST I met a girl with eyes of green Who asked me “Do you really mean To have me on this very night?” I said to her “You look alright To me, my dear, and I can’t wait Around to ask you on a date. I’m telling you the time is now” So she said “Wow you don’t know how I LIVE FOR LIFE, A LIFE FOR LUST WITHOUT IT LIVING IS A BUST I NEED A MAN INSTEAD OF ASHES, TEARS, AND DUST THAT I CAN MATE WITH, SATE WITH, TRUST I met a girl with eyes of brown; She said to me “Do you get down? Can you make me feel something real” So I said “Baby, here’s the deal – Now you got class and sex appeal You’re not a morsel, you’re a meal So let me show you how it’s done” And since then, boy, do we have fun! WE LIVE FOR LIFE, A LIFE FOR LUST WITHOUT IT LIVING IS A BUST WE NEED EACH OTHER THAT’S A MUST SO WE CAN MATE WITH, SATE WITH, TRUST Copyright 2004 Peter Sherman All rights reserved.

ANGELS OF MERCY You know that living isn’t easy And sometimes dying ain’t so bad; Whenever life gets crazy You can lose everything you had. When your loving comes to nothing And you feel it never can, And all your inner strength is gone for good You’re just a shadow of a man ANGELS OF MERCY WINGS OF GOLD I NEED SOMEONE LOOKING OUT FOR ME I NEED SOMETHING TO HOLD They say that angels have no substance, They’re just a figment of the mind; That’s why a man can love an angel They’re always honest, true, and kind. So if you don’t believe in nothing Then maybe nothing’s what you need A fantasy can get you over When real life just won’t do the deed. [Repeat CHORUS to fade] Copyright 2004 Peter Sherman All rights reserved.

SEE THE SLEEPING GIANT WAKEN (Dedicated to WTC victims) RIP September 11, 2001 Once a nation slept so deeply, Dreaming of a future bright – Safely wrapped in velvet blankets, Dozing gently through the night. With no thought of threat or enemy From within or from without, Although others tried to warn it With a frightened lonely shout. It could scarce conceive the hatred Building, brewing a disease That would dare to bring infection To a populace at peace. See the sleeping giant waken, Ponder, choose the proper path; Bearing arms and wearing armor, He is mighty in his wrath. That mighty giant is America - All barbarians should flee From a country with an awesome strength That says, “Do not tread on me”. What was once an unknown menace Is now seen throughout the world, As a righteous people swiftly rise, Their banners all unfurled To do battle with a faceless And a diabolic foe, Who scarce can show themselves in public, Who feel safer down below Where they cower down in darkness Far from decency and light; Where they safely hide their fear of those They can’t begin to fight. Then they spy the raging giant Followed by an angry mob, As he sees arms aren’t needed When his legs will do the job. Watch them scatter now as roaches Who once hid beneath the street; See them flattened to oblivion By two very angry feet. Now the world can pause and shudder, Breathe a long collective sigh - Unaware of tiny roach eggs Nestled safely there nearby. We must sleep, but not so soundly That we do not fail to hear All the sounds of furtive evil Which the sensible should fear. And so, slumber, mighty giant – You deserve a proper rest, But do not forget this lesson: One who is prepared is blessed. Copyright 2004 Peter Sherman All rights reserved.

HAPPY ENDING Love is blind Life is hard Destiny can turn the card There’s a saying Writ of old: “Fortune favors lovers bold” If they’d only Take a chance Risk the heartbreak of romance They could have a lifetime spending Life and love that’s never ending In a place called Happy Ending Millions never Feel the bliss Of passion found in one true kiss Millions more Are in despair Missing out on love so rare When two people Try their best Both of them are doubly blessed Some are searching, hearts are rending Lots of them are never mending They could have a lifetime spending Life and love that’s never ending In a place called Happy Ending Copyrught 2007 Peter Sherman All rights reserved