April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 15 -- with "Higher, Higher--Fire, Fire, Fire!" -- and for The Sunday Muse

  

      Jim Morrison, Why  

You know that it would be untrue

You know that I would be a liar 
If I was to say to you
Girl we couldn't get much higher.
Come on babe light my fire
Come on babe light my fire
Try to set the night on fire! 

    Jim Morrison, why'd you die so young * 

   Jim Morrison, why'd you die in France * 

The time to hesitate is through,
No time to wallow in the mire,

    You left a nice girl in France  

    You left your nice girl all alone 

Try now we can only lose,
And our love becomes a funeral pyre. 

    No body knows why you died, she too died in France 

    Why'd you leave your nice girl, all alone in France 
Come on babe light my fire 
Come on babe light my fire 

    You left, died, when you were in the tub 

    Why'd you not call me from the couch 

Try to set the night on fire!
 

   Too late now, we've done our bit 

The time to hesitate is through,
No time to wallow in the mire, 

    Wallow you did not, to the edge of the tub 

    You're a heal you know, I was so very close 

Try now we can only lose,
And our love becomes a funeral pyre. 

    Jim Morrison, why'd you die so young * 

    Jim Morrison, why'd you die in France *

Come on babe light my fire
Come on babe light my fire 

    If I'd have lit your fire 

    I'd have gone with you then 
Try to set the night on fire! 

    It would have done us both in 

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar   

    We'd already set the night on fire 

If I was to say to you
Girl we couldn't get much higher. 
Come on babe light my fire
Come on babe light my fire
Try to set the night on fire,
Try to set the night on fire,
Try to set the night on fire,
Try to set the night on fire! 

    Fire, fire, fire! 

        Fire, fire, fire! 

            Fire, fire, fire! 

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Notes: 

   1. *  I wrote in person of Jim Morrison's girlfriend, Pamela Courson. She adored him but he died on her while they were in France and was buried there. She died three years later in California, with her plaque reading ""Pamela Susan Morrison 1946–1974", even though "Morrison" was never part of Courson's legal name."

    I wove her poem between the lines of "Light My Fire" in blue while Morrison's words were in black with a White background
https://en.wikipedia.org/wi...

    2. "Morrison was buried in Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, one of the city's most visited tourist attractions, where Irish playwright Oscar Wilde, French cabaret singer Édith Piaf, and many other poets and artists are also buried. The grave had no official marker … See more 

   

       3. Lyrics from 

 https://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jim_morrison/ligth_my_fire.html#! 

    and are in Black with the background in White

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 - My Poem (in blue) Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #255 for the prompt pictures, of which I choose  at   

   https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/04/sunday-muse-255.html 

    we were asked to choose one of the pictures, all of whom were also writing    poetry, and to write " to the beat of your muse and dance your heart out!"

- Pamela's poem, my Sunday Muse #255 write:

           

         Jim Morrison, Why

    Jim Morrison, why'd you die so young 

    Jim Morrison, why'd you die in France 

    You left a nice girl in France 

    You left your nice girl all alone 

    

    No body knows why you died, she too died in France 

    Why'd you leave your nice girl, all alone in France 

    You left, died, when you were in the tub 

    Why'd you not call me from the couch 

    

    Wallow you did not, to the edge of the tub 

    You're a heel you know, I was so very close 

    Jim Morrison, why'd you die so young 

    Jim Morrison, why'd you die in France 

    

    If I'd have lit your fire 

    I'd have gone with you then 

    It would have done us both in 

    We'd already set the night on fire 

            Fire, fire, fire! 

                    Fire, fire, fire! 

                            Fire, fire, fire!

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 14 -- and Kilmer's Tree -- a Poem for Friday Writings

  "Horse Apple Tree" -- Copyright Jimmiehov 2006

                [Click photo to enlarge]            

        Teacher's Way

Teacher said, write a poem due Friday 

So I wrote my heart out that evening

Didn't tell my mom, no help wanted    

I used most all I'd learned in Grammar 

Knew not poetry writing was taught 

Mine showing sentences diagrammed  

That wasn't how the teacher wanted 

She liked nursery rhymes and songs to sing 

Monday morning we compared to trees 

Learned of Joyce Kilmer--tree was a poem 

Learned, grammar is nothing like a tree 

Learned poetry is more fun to write 

Learned "I think I shall never see a Poem ... " 

Learned, I think, how to use 'Metaphors" 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2018 (photo) and 2023 (poem) Respectively,  All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo was previously posted Sunday, August 06, 2006 (Adi and Jonah's trees)

    https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2006/08/adi-has-these-three-trees-jonah-had.html 

 - And January 18, 2018 (Plant a Tree for Grandmother) 

      http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2018/01/planting-time-poem.html 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at the Friday Writings #72,     

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1

 - Rosemary has invited us to write about writing: either write a poem about writing poetry, or tell us a story about story-telling 

 -  I am also linked with Day Fourteen, NaPoWriMo, where we were instructed to write a Parady or Satire of a Famous Sonnet Poem, As you can see, I did not follow this prompt instruction which is optional, but I did use a famous poem to ???

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-10/ 

 - "0⁰"     How did I get this "0⁰"?  

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April -- NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 09, a Love Poem Sonnet, also with The Sunday Muse

 

Love's Sweet Song 

 

Do ra me fa so la, so sings your song 

You are sweet music to my yearning ears 

Before we had met my heart was a void 

Empty, waiting for you to come along 

When I first saw you my heart heard your song 

A sweet tune, melody it recognized 

Picked up by my organs, liver, stomach 

Eyes and ears, they're calling to me, loudly, 

"Give her a look, she's like her song, so sweet" 

I took their word--sang back my song to you 

Your heart picked up my tune replied to me 

I was so glad, very, you'd noticed me 

Do ra me fa so la, it's you and me 

I love your all, you've made my life complete 

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Do Re Me (Fa So La Ti Do) from Self-Awarewolf on Vimeo.

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo from Carrie's selection at the Sunday Muse #254, at   https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/04/sunday-muse-254.html?m=1 

 -  I am also linked with Day Nine, NaPoWriMo, where we were instructed to write a Love Sonnet Poem, 

    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-9/ 

 - I've written several love poems, this one isn't the best, I'm sure.

My first love poem, written in 2010, with directions imbedded, is here,
http://jimmiehov6.blogspot....

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