Art~Whimsically Yours

She’s Got Really Good Rhythm. Author's note: Natural Rhythm is not a studied science ya got to be born with it so go find yourself a naturally rhythmic lady When she comes into the room it gets as quiet as a tomb, and you can sense her sweet perfume all the way up to the moon, She even made Neil Armstrong Swoon And she’s got a face that would never grace any magazine that’s sold, cause the men wou...

It’s 3:00 A.M. it’s the witching hour and you’re bewitching me, Gracing me with spells across my trembling flesh spelling out l-o-v-e…. As your magic fingers weave familiar paths spreading pleasure everywhere Till we reach to seek out far more devilish places that we both share. I’m a victim of your lovely charms, wooed by the cauldron of your lips, Lost in the vortex of your catty eyes where I fl...

The Most Perfect Girl. by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III by Art~Whimsically Yours

She's A One stop Lover!! She's a one stop lover cruising love's playing fields, and she's a freeway, through those dead-end girls who refusr to yield, you'll only get one shot at her favorite spots but you'll be burning up rubber when you see what she's got. She comes equipped, 36...24...36.... she's always gonna floor ya with her bag of tricks, in a motel or your back seat you're gonna have fun b...

She offered one eternal moment, to share a love beyond sincere, but such eternity's not always meant to be I only knew her for a year. All my ever afters sadly paled in comparison to her, But I was much too young to settle with someone, who promised true love, sweet and pure. Chorus- I left a chance for happiness in the misery of my past, spending all my years of loneliness, haunted by what she ha...

This is a song I wrote for my great nephew who loves the song: "There's A Hole In The Bottom Of Sea." He enjoyed it thoroughly. There's a flea on a fly on a hair on a wart On a frog on a bump on a log in the Hole In the bottom of the sea now there's a bee In a tree on the leaves drinking tea while little, tiny Brody makes faces at me ashis Daddy is watching sports T.V. and cheering for Vegas with...

Black coffee...blue morning.... bathed in pale yellow light, with just this arm chair to hold me, my sugar's gone on a flight over clouds of soft white, Just like she'd always told me. she finally left me last night An Orange coal is smoldering it hangs on the brink of my forty first Newport, two packs now I think, as I wallow in the clutches of a nicotine stink, and quite soon it will fall in a s...

Some thoughts on making it without you all week long.... baby Mundane begins my week long fast that moves so slow without you Tuesday is merely one without your sweet lips paired with mine

You were always there for me whenever things would go O.K. Friendship undenied, basking by my side on all those sunny days. Till those clouds of doubt gathered over something someone said that questioned our relationship But you questioned me instead?? As if anyone else could know how close you had become to me you believed the gossip others tossed up and it brought cold rains on me…. And though y...

Darkness is a succubus named Eve. Darkness Calls Me Out. Darkness calls me out and bids me go into the humid, star-filled ink of night, my slippers scritch- scraping cross the deck slapping time to the song of the crickets, as moths commit Harri-Kari against the porch light, slam, sizzle....fall... slam, sizzle.....fall A car roars by, its long, angry,.......... fading whine, vanishes quickly over...

I’m Sitting On That Fence Of Love. There’s nothing fancy about Nancy But her soul’s a gem, and she’s nothing like my high school sweetheart, I’ve known since way back when…. But pretty soon I’ve got to make a choice Between the two of them, Sending one of those girls that I love most Off to date some other men…. Chorus- I’m sitting on that fence of love cause I can’t decide, but dabbling with two...

Homespun Love. She was an Amish Girl, I was a wild ass rocker, she dressed like Betsy Ross, my clothes were old Joe Cocker, she would’ve made a good Yankee, she was pretty as can be, and her beauty yanked me right back to the last century, We met an auction where we just started talking after I’d donated tickets From my band that was rocking, I’d known a whole lot of girls But they'll all be forgo...

In the garden of her heart Lies a most fertile spot, sprinkled daily with hope and intermingled with tears. Over acres left empty Seeking one seed of love planted warmly with kisses Oh, so gently on tulips, swaying in passions, breaths. Someone faithful, perennial who year after year will brighten her dreams like a Jack in the pulpit who will worship her beauty, offering her morning's glory when s...

Those Voices In Our heads. We make choices When we hear voices in our heads, it’s a given, they might be good or bad, making us happy or sad, but it’s what keeps all our souls driven…. Chorus- We lift our pens or pound on keys To understand the things they’ve said, We raise our instruments and strum what’s meant, in the chords where we are led, We fall in love or leave another by the cues the voic...

A Mid Day Ménage A Deux Why don’t we slip away from this hectic day to that quiet place t that’s found in your embrace when we play kissy face. Let’s share what we’re both craving spend the afternoon just lazing in sheer delight, a mid-day ménage a duex wedded bliss in the afternoon I want to hold you tight…. I’ll tell my boss that your car broke down, and you need a ride from the other side of to...

It's All About Hope. What about Love? why is it so damned blind, in a world full of hearts loneliness tears apart, we're all looking to find, someone perpetually kind who'd never leave us behind crying: "What about Love??" I've known romances and took my chances in Loves sweet parade, cruel happenstances and long last dances as I watched Love fade, far too many girls strayed and they left me to pr...

Play at full volumeNylon & Steel- (Life Is Like A Guitar.) The instrumental only version of this song can be heard at: soundcloud.com/frankdana/sets/nylon-and-steel-vol-1 Life is like a guitar they both pull on our heartstrings they share dreams worth achieving that are stretched and then pegged over bridges that leads too all we hope to accomplish wound up and tightly screwed penetrating our head...

She went off on a tangent and I haven’t seen her since, But I’m still haunted by the taste of her kiss, It makes my damned heart wince, She’s just another victim of love’s bitterness with no reason why, And I’m a lonely guy…I’m a lonely guy…… Yesterday and tomorrow don’t mean that much to me, cause I’m stuck here in the present with a girl who once loved me… Just another victim of love’s bitternes...

I've seen majestic sunrises, painting morning skies of blue, but their beauty doesn't come as close, as my rising next to you. Your sleepy eyes that gaze with love on my rumpled, morning face, paint a scene that's far more lovely here on earth or anyplace.... I've seen ten thousand sunsets, but the ones I cherish best, crowned each kiss we shared as a loving pair, in shades of happiness. Chorus- Y...

Sometimes, I get to thinking 'bout you in the late hours of the night, as my eyes get teary and my soul's so weary... I have no strength to make that flight, Up that single set of stairs where you're waiting there dreaming about anything but me, I know I've made some mistakes and we've shared some bad breaks but I don't want to set you free... Chorus- We said for "Better or worse" but worse is the...

Sometimes you'll reach hectic points in your lives, where love is your only salvation, when loneliness creeps in and cuts like a knife, leaving you hungry for love’s sweet sensations….. The warmth of his arms or the heat of her kiss, Or the need in her eyes for the same things you miss…. Chorus- Then it’s time for some delight in the afternoon, and let it all hang down beneath a midnight moon, Whe...

Just another smoke burning out like me, With no filter for the toxicity, From all the people blowing smoke at me, Been down that exhausting road so many times. Writing songs and making rhymes, But I know that hit I crave will never be…. More than just me and my humble piano, Working every day but never getting too far, Towards that coveted stage that’s just a distant speck in eternity… Wearing my...

You're the gIrl that I've been dreaming of for oh, so long, but the trouble is you're always stringing me along, I'm wrapped around your finger.... I'm your favorite Yo-Yo, sometimes you pull me close...but then you let me go, Chorus- Lovin you's like playing with a Rubiks cube, Oh, so pretty to look at but I get confused, every time I think I'm moving you towards having some fun....... your mood...

Father Time is the Reaper, the stalker, the creeper like a Mickey slipped into your cup of life sipped. stealing endless, lost chapters of your life not yet writ, he's a thirsty bookkeeper and your dreams are his tit.. He shadows you daily, like a demon, not frailly even now he assails me, it's his tocking that ails me. He covers his face with his hands trying to hide, what little is left, and wha...

In Potter's Fields. She walks through the clouds a late night mist...... among the many gravestones in that cememtery where she cannot rest..... Ever since that sunny day when fate came her way... it brought her sheer loneliness..... You see, she was just passing through a very small town, she was crossing the street when a truck turned the corner and ran her down. Now she's a restless soul amidst...