Mystical poems and romantic poems -Bard of Ely's Poetry: Only One Rhyme and Savage Rose

Old poems can become song lyrics

I have many old poems and song lyrics. Most songwriters and poets do. Sometimes I decide to do something with them. Sometimes, if they are lyrics, they end up becoming songs and may get recorded.

I have decided to put two of these on the same page here so I bring you Only One Rhyme and Savage Rose.

Savage Rose was a hub here but I have deleted that now, though have saved a couple of the best comments that were left. Enjoy!

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Eagle feather presented to me by the Bear Butte Council of South Dakota. Photo by Steve Andrews
Eagle feather presented to me by the Bear Butte Council of South Dakota. Photo by Steve Andrews

Only One Rhyme

I’m tired of living in a time that is not my own,

Of looking for a house when I’ve already got a home,

Of searching for love when I’ve already got a lover,

And of seeking wealth when all I need is another.

I want to step out of time,

There is only one poet, and only one rhyme.

We are marooned in life in the paths of ourselves,

We are writing the books for our very own shelves,

When we learn to read then we’ll know we’re seeing,

When we’ve learned to see,

Then we’ll know we’re being.

We all should step out of time,

For there is only one poet,

And only one rhyme.

By Steve Andrews/Bard of Ely

Red rose

Single Red Rose. Photo by Steve Andrews
Single Red Rose. Photo by Steve Andrews

Selected Hubber comments about Savage Rose

Tony Flanigan

Um. I like the lyrics Bard. A suggestion here if I may. Can you record this and load it to YouTube? I'd really dig to hear it, and Im sure there are many others who would also love to.

wabond

I agree with Tony, it was very difficult to get songs noticed back in the 1970s. But today with the Internet and Youtube it is different. After all this is what modern day musicians are doing.

equealla

Bard, when I read words like this, I am sometimes confused. Men usually tend to appear so non-chalant and unable to express emotion. Then I see things like this and I am very surprised.

You turn the tables around, and the sting of this beauty's aloofness, makes me feel such empathy for the knight who loves her so much.

Huey19

I have found myself remembering all the words to songs I've written years ago as well. Fortunately I have a few musically inclined friends that I have sang my songs to and they currently are working on the music for the lyrics. Your lyrics are quite impressive and moving by the way. Keep writing, you've got the ear for lyrical writing for sure.

Savage Rose

An early song-writing attempt

Roses are a traditional symbol of love and passion so this beautiful flower can be used in poetry and art to symbolise these things.

I woke up with a song lyric of mine going through my head. The song was called Savage Rose and was one of my first attempts at writing a song.

It must have been written in around 1970 or '71 - as long ago as that!

For some reason it was in my mind and amazingly I was able to remember all the words.

I wondered why this should be and what I could do with it? I thought I would publish it here.

Savage Rose

Savage Rose

She blooms like a black tulip,

I feel so different at the touch of her lips,

I’m the one who knows no way out,

No way in or no way about,

Trying to get to her at all,

I’ve tried to command, I’ve tried to crawl.

She rules my pleasure and desire,

Ravages my leisure with fire,

Yet she’s the image of her name

But a flower on a thorn bush is a shame,

For he who tries to pick it must bear pain,

And if you do not try, how can you gain?

No one knows Savage Rose.

I know I may as well try for the sun,

But I need the love of such a beautiful one,

As she who is now always in my sight,

I wish she would be my lady and I her knight,

And as in ancient days of long ago,

On a different sort of quest I might go.

She rules my pleasure and desire,

Ravages my leisure with fire,

Yet she’s the image of her name

But a flower on a thorn bush is a shame,

For he who tries to pick it must bear pain,

And if you do not try, how can you gain?

No one knows Savage Rose.

By Steve Andrews/Bard of Ely

© 2010 Steve Andrews

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Ken R. Abell 6 years ago from ON THE ROAD

Thanks for sharing this poem here. I appreciated what it spoke to my heart.


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Bard of Ely 6 years ago from Lisbon, Portugal Author

Thank you, Ken!


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

I just felt it from the deep depth of my heart, expect more from you...


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Bard of Ely 6 years ago from Lisbon, Portugal Author

Thank you again, Moulik!


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KevCC 6 years ago

That chimes right now.


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Bard of Ely 6 years ago from Lisbon, Portugal Author

Thank you for saying so, Kev!


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loveofnight 6 years ago from Baltimore, Maryland

" We are marooned in life in the paths of ourselves " i like that, it goes deeper than your words......thx 4 share


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Bard of Ely 6 years ago from Lisbon, Portugal Author

Thank you, loveofnight!


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pennyofheaven 5 years ago from New Zealand

Very deep and meaningful. Thank you!


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Taylor Gibbs 13 months ago

Elegant manner in which to express more meaningful (in)sight in a time of outward reflection or shall I say projection. It's hard to sit still and not keep your hands full of whatever you can grab. Nice work.


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Bard of Ely 13 months ago from Lisbon, Portugal Author

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