That 70s Song Contest, Round 2

Here they are!!
Vote for your favorite.
Again: 10 for the best, 7 for second and 4 for third.
Votes are sent to me at my PM. ENJOY!

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12 Black Magic Woman (Santana)

When a song is playing; the one that takes you back....

To a place where being
unconscious would have
been a welcome mat for comfort.

Not enough alcohol -
A pack of smokes,
chipped nail polish
and his sourcery eyes....

Sent chills along deep corridors
of my mind.

Strangers talk in tounges
as satanic rituals dance
around silent whispers.

Another drink added to salty lips
allows me to become the black magic woman...

He wanted me to be.

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13 Dust in the Wind (Kansas)

With a fugacious treachery of the body,
I write this even as I disintegrate.
Falling into the unfathomed darkness -
a Willo the Wisp of uninhabited chasms -
I plunge, headlong, into the ether.

Into the unpierced ether, I plunge, a
forlorn and fugacious figure with diluted
passions and a tendency to dance with the dust...

Dispersing into the very doldrums of every
blasted fissure, my love for you still snakes
and escapes the gaps but only as wilting
tendrils of a body that was opaque,
but now is translucent.

A phantom's pallor is putrid,
and I am a diluted minion of the ether...

How can I dance or raise my tomblike visage
when my fireworks will no longer ignite, contaminated
as they are with the damp of these unreached chasms?

I am now cemented in the deepest crater of the moon;
I am the last atom of rust on a sunken ship that morosely
roams the deepest depths of the ocean, dancing on its own
forever more to the sway of the blasted current and rolled
around the seabed - a damned and wretched
vessel of the deep.

Blow the dust from these words if left unread,
and dance with me in the heavenly sunlight
that floods the room that will have been
dank and squalid these many long years past.

Dance with the dust that blows softly on the wind.

Dance with me.
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14 Have You Ever Seen the Rain (CCR)

It can't rain forever, there won't be clouds of grey
threatening all of your days between now and
the last breath of dew-stained beauty you take -

but when you learn of life long dreams s
hattering against concrete floors
and family going separate ways
all I can ask is "Have you ever seen the rain?"

And when this happens I won't mean it
like you've lived in a cave your whole life
or like even California beaches never see
the skies as anything less than cerulean -

but rather as in, have you ever seen
the rain falling from the eyes of
your own blood and the clouds
that gather above their
sunshiney soul; so again, I'll ask,

"Have you ever seen the rain on a sunny day?"

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15 I'm Not in Love (10cc)

Music heads don't cry

10 see see
Was in a draw that belonged to me
Now that records gone
No No

Now I will never hear them
Can't pick them up
My round vinyl that was hanging there

But I won't forget them
Still hear their voices
Or was it just a silly music phase I was going through
Don't get me wrong
I know it means so much to me

But if anybody asks
I won't admit it
Won't make a fuss
Won't tell my music friends about the two of us

Ohh they played a long time
Ohh they played a long time for me
Ohh they played a long time

Some long forgotten station may one day play it
Help keep that feeling lying
next to me
But then again
Music heads don't cry
No No

Ohh they played a long time for me
10 CC will never die
No No
Music heads don't cry

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16 Knockin' on Heaven's Door (Bob Dylan)

Missing You

As of late
you have been on my mind...
it's been so long
since I have seen your face,
I have missed
you so...
I went
in search of you,
traveling many a day,
many a night
to finally arrive
at the place you lay
your head...
Elation turned to sadness,
I was turned away at the gates,
"Knockin' on Heaven's Door"
apparently is not allowed...
I was told ever so politely.
Firmly, gently I was pushed away,
no living amongst
the dead
is allowed on these
sacred grounds...
Distraught, destroyed,
I flung myself
from the heavens.
My fall from grace,
epic...
Wings seared off,
never again will
I see your face,
destined to walk the earth,
throughout eternity
alone...

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17 Saturday in the Park (Chicago)

I have seen more than you could imagine, child,
but please, do not call me an elder;
though I sit rooted, a firm foundation,
I write stories that travel miles ‘neath the soil.

I know each day’s start and finish
and my favorite by far is when you arrive.
Mama and Papa dress you in colors
of the rainbow, that make even the saddest
of sparrows sing.

You clap – I wave my arms.
You dance – the earth rumbles.
You smile – I understand life.

I feel myself mourning the day
when you will graduate…
will you remember me?
Will you still clothe me in costumes?
Will you still water my parched lips?
Will you still tell me your greatest dreams?

Play for me one last time, child.
Run your kite for me one last time.
Do not forget these simple days.
My skin is brittle but warms to
your touch…
you hold the world at your fingertips.

You say I am forever,
but no child, it is you;
only you can carry on my legacy.

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18 Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple)

I blew smoke rings
crossed ripples,
of a lake,
where the echos of my screams
become heroin induced memories.

Dark circles hollow out
the purest form
of what used to hold a smile.

They say;
The pain will fade with time;

however
all those loose ends
lay untied and I'll never
forget the ugliness of that day....

when I hear this song
and the gutted twang of the
electric guitar.....
I feel everything
All over again.

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19 Song Sung Blue (Neil Diamond)

i.

we were bound together –
we painted blue skies onyx by choice,
when we decided that the xanthous sun
shined brighter than any of us could.

ii.

we recited her words –
watching the blue skies fade.

iii.

we blossomed like rainflowers,
the storms brought with it
the song of your soul.

funny thing,
we sung your song blue,
with a cry perched on
our lips.

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20 The Tears of a Clown (Smokey Robinson)

Temptation stirs locked away emotions
Eruptions tempt dormant brainwaves
Always you ask if I believe in 'me'
Roars of laughter
Silences the dreams

Only my inner torment
Features during my sleep

Again I contemplate

Chains clinking behind my vision
Losing a battle of wills against 'me'
Ordinary people scurry, busily
Waiting for nobody
Never seeing my tears.

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21 We Just Disagree (acrostic)

Wars have been started over disagreements,
eventually someone crosses over that line in the sand,
jump starting chaos around the world.
Useless actions that didn't have to be.
Still we continue on.
Testing those waters of dissent.
Divided we stand, continuing to fall as
individuals argue, fuss, and fight.
Sadly I see no end to this.
Arguing is what we do, just being able to
get a-long goes against the grain of many.
Refusal to be decent to another human
eventually will destroy us all.
Even the most antagonistic individual sees that.

GRRR!!!! This round is even more difficult than the last!

Agreed, you choose one but then think hang on what about this.

gggrrrr indeed.

Craig

More great work; this has been a super contest so far, Larry. I will do my best to draw a top three from this bunch and get my votes to you shortly.

Will also send my votes in soon!

Get your votes in folk, Round 3 will start Monday morning with the top poems from these rounds going head-to-head for the Blockbuster Chart winners.

I need four more people to vote to even up the two rounds and to break a tie in round two

Sorry I took so long to vote, Larry. Hope you've received them now.