Whistling Pig Music/Redbird
Cafe's "Write A Song..."
contest # 1 - submissions (Jan 8 - Feb 1, 1999)
01/08/99:22:33:44
by Belle B.
Your Title Christmas Overdose
I found you in the kitchen
eating
Indelibly marked with coconut and syrup
And there with crumbs of disgust on
your face when
I ran across and took, that last pecan
bar
This house seems so empty since the
sweets are gone
My bags are bulging silently but crying
out in shame
You know that I am leaving to find
a sweeter song,
The bell in my heart tolls out your
name...
Are there any more cookies out there
Are there any more cookies out there...
01/09/99:17:04:13
Dick Walker
Your Title Quarks in my Tacos
I found your name in big
shiny letters
Indelibly scrawled on my brain
And there with trucks on the highway
I ran across her in the rain
This house seems as cold as Alaska
My bags are circling over St. Paul
You know that, yes you know that I'll
ask her
The bell indisputably calls
Are there quarks, lots of quarks in
my tacos
Are there plenty of quarks for us all?
01/10/99:09:13:35
ml
Your Title Mercy
I found you in the treetops
Indelibly etched in the wind of my
mind
And there with hallmark of heaven
I ran across the sublime
This house seems like someone else's
My bags are open and yours to fill
You know that I don't belong here
The bell in the tower is tired
Are there any more words to say
Are there any more truths to deny
01/11/99:14:09:43
Leon Peek
Your Title Pick-pocket From Bozeman
I found you your hand in
my pocket,
Indelibly branded as after my cash.
And there with nickles, dimes, and
quarters
I ran across a few pennies made out
of brass.
This house seems safe without you.
My bags are not ransacked no more.
You know that whatever you donne
The bell in hell rings as of yore.
Are there just a few sweet whores,
Are there fewer bar room doors.
01/17/99:19:11:43
darlene yanez
Your Title Lost
I found you in dance
Indelibly present and wild
And there with only chance
I ran across a crying child
This house seems quiet now
My bags are torn and spent
You know that I failed somehow
The bell in your heart is silent
Are there any others so near?
Are there any others so dear?
01/20/99:17:25:39
Olivia de Lys
Your Title Falling From Grace
I found you laughing at
the rain
Indelibly distant from this place
And there with thunder, the lightning,
and pain
I ran across a fallen grace
This house seems old and stale
My bags are are too weighed down to
leave this jail
You know that this love is sick, but
it just won't pale
The bell in town seems to toll the
tale
Are there any reasons left to breathe?
Are there any words left to bereave?
01/20/99:21:44:20
Teresa Mohon
Your Title Front Row Seats
I found you driving that
fast car south
Indelibly you made your mark
And there with passenger side... unoccupied
I ran across a front row seat, with
only the dashboard piercing the dark
This house seems much like another
hotel
My bags are never unpacked
You know that I'll not stay...I am
not that way
The bell in my head tells me it's time
to go, another show, another relationship slacked
Are there front row seats for us slackers,
for us who let the best things slide
Are there frontrowseats for us slackers,
who are always looking for that easy ride
01/21/99:22:12:26
Robert Rodriguez
Your Title Pointless
I found you, dear, in that
neon-lit bar
Indelibly propped up against the far
wall
And there with drunkards, embracing
your sin
I ran across secrets who knew me by
name
This house seems to suit you, it slurs
its goodbyes
My bags are, for now, the only burden
I'll bare
You know that it's pointless, though
sharp as a blade
The bell in your heart, dear, I've
forgotten it's there
Are there bells in this heaven I'm
running off to?
Are there hells worth my time, dear
-- please tell me it's true.
01/22/99:21:14:17
N.E.Walls
Your Title Verlon's Lament
I found you so distant,
so hurtful, so crass.
Indelibly sentenced to life in the
pen.
And there with husbands, this side
of the glass,
I ran across "Delta" tattooed
on your...skin.
This house seems a prison, a void without
you.
My bags are not packed yet, not headed
for court.
You know that she'll hurt you, then
what will you do?
The bell in this heart, love, will
not sell you short.
Are there other fine husbands who've
lost a good wife?
Are there other sweet Deltas serving
forty to life.
01/23/99:23:42:47
Ron Baber
Your Title The Way It Must Be
I found you with a look
so forlorn
Indelibly stamped deep in your eyes
And there with hope we could be reborn
I ran across a field of lies
This house seems frigid and empty
My bags are packed and there by the
door
You know that this is the way it must
be
The bell in my heart tolls evermore
Are there reasons to continue?
Are there options to explore?
01/27/99:11:56:02
Ted Hoffman
Your Title The Quantized Duplicity of Optimal Performance
I found your feet sticking
out from under the pickup
Indelibly stamped like tire tracks
across some poor possum's face
And there with good fortune to find
the keys in time
I ran across your legs backing out
from the parking place
This house seems so much
quieter since we both quit drinkin'
My bags are by the doorway and under
my eyes
You know that this love of ours is
like a ship sinkin'
The bell in ends the round and
begins our goodbyes
Are there more just like
you, will I find another?
Are there more just like me? Yep, I've
got a twin brother...
01/28/99:14:47:34
Jerry Biggie
Seasons Of The Year
I found your child-eyes asking
me for love
Indelibly writing on my life
And there with the
rest of my soul...at last...
I ran across a
place where I was needed.
This house seems warmer now;
mine somehow.
My bags are finally put away and long
forgotten.
You know that I was never used to setting
down this long
The bell inside my heart is hailing
my arrival, singing my revival
Are there seasons of the year now.
Are there seasons of the year.