Music, Poetry

Galaxy Pants

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The constellations in my mind
Cannot be defined by the letters in a book
A billion stars shine together
By gravitational attraction no need of interaction
All I need to do is look

Oh galaxy pants
Come and do your dance
Come on and
Shake my universe
Like an asteroid romance

Oh galaxy Tights
Come on and shine your lights
Dip me low on
Earth bound nights
Show me your meteor delights

Oh galaxy pants
Oh galaxy pants
OH GALAXY PANTS
How can you walk on by
And leave me in the sky
Your like a comet flying by
You left some stardust in my eye

Oh galaxy pants

*Repeat*

((End scene))

By Sarah Davenport 2014

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Music, Poetry

Where’s The Old California

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Where’s the old California, hippies making peace signs with their hands
Where’s the old Oklahoma, a good old southern country bands
Where’s the one I called my love-r – – – The one I left for an-other
When we were young and time was wrong
He’s been waiting for me ever since I went free
To come back home where I belong

Where’s the old-time piano, a player singing in a dive
Where are all the people dancing for no other reason
Then to know that they’re alive
Where’s the one I called my love-r – – – The one I left for an-other
When we were young and time was wrong
He’s been waiting for me since I went free
To come back home where I belong

Where’s our old picnic table, carving, singing, drinking beer
Where’s that little surfer wagon that would take us far and near
Where’s the one I called my love-r
The one who kissed me like no other
When we were young and time was wrong
He’s been waiting for me since I went free
To bring me home where I belong

~Sarah Davenport 2014

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Music, Poetry

Name Dropping

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Listen to these lyrics put to music HERE

Name Dropping

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I was born with the weight of the world on my chest
My life through a cardiac arrest
I’ve never known which color I like best
Everything’s a double entendre
But there’s no more Mae West

I just want a car to sit inside of
Buckled in like a machine glove
Going seventy on a long desert drive
Looking out Hitchcock’s Rear Window
At destruction survived

All I want is some land wild things all around
Laying flat in the brush my body the ground
An echo of Annie Oakley’s gun through the trees
Nothing to do but sort memories

No one really knows not even I
What it is that’s been 30 years stuck in my eye
And I’ll never get used to the things I can’t see
And Kevorkian can’t even clear out the debris

Take me home gravel road take me home rusty car
I’m tired and hungry and travelled too far
Take me home broken tape deck no more Fred Astaire
Let me sleep for so long that I dream like Voltaire

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Music, Poetry

The Bowling Ball Blues

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I drop like a bowling ball
My bowler cheers me as I fall
I bounce up and down a wooden hall
Crash into red striped pin wall

Down down underground
Darkness drowns me all around
I move so fast sound of light can’t catch me
My bowler comes running back to fetch me

Bap Bap bing bam boom
I’m zippered tight inside a tomb
Light blue leather covers my casket
All my bowler see’s is a fancy basket

Sometimes my bowler takes me out at night
Fingers my holes under halogen light
Sometimes my bowler rubs me with a specialty wax
I never mean to but I always relax

Black and blue those are my colors
I’ve got dents and cracks just like all the others
Us bowling balls we stick together
No one else understands unending bad weather

Sometimes I see it, a glimpse of the sea
It goes on forever and makes me feel free
Through a hole burrowed in my light blue leather case
I imagine the waves liquid misting my face

One evening my bowler put me down on the porch
I could see the ocean and a fire lit torch
I could have rolled down the steps if I had the will
But my bowler controlled me with methodical skill
I could’ve rolled all the way down into the sand
But how would I live without my bowlers command
I could have rolled all the away into the great sea
But the thought of no landing too much terrified me

So here I sit in my light blue leather bag
Banged up and bruised over my roll starting to drag
I look out my peephole at the glistening hues
Don’t hurt me no more I’ve got the bowling bowl blues

~Sarah Davenport 2014

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Family, Kids, Music, Poetry

2002 | A Song For My Boy

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For My Boy

2002
2002
I didn’t know anything
Until I met you
2003
2003
Nothing mattered
Outside of you and me
2004
2004
I watched you grow in utter awe
I’d never known such amazement before
2005
2005
You gave my life meaning
A reason to thrive
2006
2006
We’re two peas in a pod
We’re the perfect mix
2007
2007
Being with you is like
Being in heaven
2008
2008
Anything you want to say
Baby, I can relate
2009
2009
I can’t believe your soul
Came from mine
2010
2010
Your jokes make me laugh
Your laugh makes me grin
2011
Through
’13
Your spirit lifts me
Your love’s so clean
2014
2014
You have it all going
You can be anything
2002
To infinity
You’ll always be
The world to me

xo

Happy Birthday Thomas,
Love mom

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Music, Poetry

My Daddy Wears A Beret

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!

 

My daddy wears a beret
Every single day
His heart is made of
Mindful art
And he never fails
To say

My daughter dear
I love you so
I’m proud to watch you
Learn and grow
You are the stars
And moon to me

My dearest
You will always be

I’ll love you till the day I die
And honey I don’t tell no lie
There’s never going to
Be goodbye

My love will always be

Miles between us
There may be
But that don’t
Harm our family tree
There’s a bond between
You and me
It goes deeper than

The Caribbean Sea

Forevermore I’ll
Love him so
And hope to heavens
That he may know
That seam in him
I want to sew

My love will always be

~written by Sarah Davenport 06/10/2014 for Leonard Davenport

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Music, Poetry

Sci-Fi Unicorn

Davs Art

 

I’m a sci-fi unicorn
With laser beams for eyes
Livin in a world
Full of faces in disguise

I’m easy when I’m doing things
Not thinking of your eyes
But paranoia’s setting in
I’ve begun to realize

I’m a sci-fi unicorn
With laser beams for eyes
I tried to hide it
To no avail
And I’m tired of
Compromise

I’m ready to be

How I was born

I’m coming out

Better honk the horn

Cause I’m a
Science fiction
Unicorn
With
Lazar beams
For eyes

*Honk that horn*

Repeat

And ((scene))

-s.davenport 05/14/2014

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Poetry

Shadows In The Night

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RIP My Friend
Dedicated to Angie Larrabee
1981-2014

We’re just shadows
In the night
Passing through
A dimming light

The time we have
blink an eye
We
Never know
when
To say goodbye

Minutes
Days
Months
Years
like whispers
When
The
End
Appears

The time we have
A quiet sigh
We
Never know
when
To say goodbye

I knew you once
You were my friend
We shared a sliver
Before the end

Our shadows
Passed
Each other
Through
Trading
Hearts
Is
Rare
But
True

The time we had
A clear blue sky
I didn’t know
To say goodbye
But in the end
We shadows two
Mixed
Each
Other
A color
New

~s.davenport 05/08/14

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Music, Poetry

By The Light Of The Moon | Lyrics

 

Original Song | DavsArt

 

Sweet burn can you feel it turn
Into a comfort in your throat?
I’m waiting by the light of the moon
For this sinking ship to float

Another swig from this bottle of booze
And I can chase my fears away
I wanna live by the light of the moon
As long as I can stay

Sweet burn can you feel it turn
Into a comfort in this cold?
I’m waiting by the light of the moon
To turn from tinfoil into gold

Another swig from this bottle of booze
And my weary spirit numbs
I wanna live by the light of the moon
Until the devil finally comes

~s.davenport 2014

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Poetry, Thoughts

Gods and Devils

Gods and Devils | DavsArt

I believe in all paths to god, especially the paths that set god free. I believe in goodness for the sake of good rather than goodness because we fear consequence. Letting go of the belief that we are born sinners. Recognizing that heaven and hell are not destinations in the sky, but actual places, inside and outside of ourselves that we can go to right here on earth. Realizing that we don’t have to feel guilt and shame for being what we are. It’s ok to be human. We are all gods and devils.

*the call is coming from inside the house*

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Poetry, Thoughts

The Stranger

The Stranger | DavsArt

invision a simple
yet elegant woman
dancing to music
that no one else hears

moving her body
like painting a story
with movements
and rythmn
a picture appears

way out in
the grasslands
there once lived
a shadow
a darkness so lonely
there was nothing worse

such fear overpowered
the city inside it
the dwellers knew
nothing
to rid this great curse

then one day
a stranger
from far away
tumbled
into the valley
with shock and delight

he’d wandered so long
in the hot
blinding sun
looking for some place
to rest
when came night

how lovely the stranger
did say with conviction
as he unpacked
his bedding and bags
with such care

this shadow is golden
this darkness inviting
indeed such a dimlight
abnormally rare

with that
he fell deeply
uncomprimised dreaming
with that he fell
easily into the night
unconscious of others
and fear
that restricts them
the stranger kept dreaming
with comfort
not fright

he dreamt of a place
to him like no other

with grasslands so green
with rainfalls so pure
inside was a letter
in front of him reading

with fear
comes a curse
with none
comes a cure

~Sarah Davenport 1999

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Music, Poetry

Old Lonesome Blues

Old Lonesome Blues | DavsArt

Old Lonesome Blues

If you give me a dollar
I could spend it for two
But it you give me a holler
I would save it for you
If you give me your love babe
I would come home to you

But don’t give me none of them old lonesome blues

I’ve been to the city
Them days weren’t so bright
I’ve been to the desert
Under moonlight
I’ve been to the country
But I never felt right

Cause I can’t get away from them old lonesome nights

I tried all my life babe
I’ve put up a fight
I cried all my life babe
And I’m losing my bite
I don’t know what’s wrong babe
And I don’t know what’s right

Cause I can’t get away from them old lonesome nights

~Sarah Davenport 2004

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Books, Kids, Poetry

Boredom is for Bores

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I wrote a children’s story, ‘Boredom is for Bores.’ Its a short and sweet rhyming story about a little girl who learns the value of her imagination. Maybe it’s the few years I went without a television growing up, or the lack of a trunk full of electronic toys that taught me how to swim through hours and hours of time solely on the back of my imagination that causes me to dislike the words “I’m bored.” I don’t think people or children should have to go without, but I do think learning to use your imagination is invaluable. Which is what inspired me to write this short story. It is now available on paperback HERE.

And because it is such a short story I don’t mind giving you a full preview of the book, it is self published so I welcome and greatly appreciate anyone who wants to share it and where it can be purchased with your friends. I think it would be a great addition to any children’s book collection. Hope you enjoy.

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I was at my aunt’s for dinner and when the meal was done

The grown ups sat and talked forever, my boredom weighed a ton. Then I said so… Just a couple times, but my aunt replied to me.

“Boredom is for bores” ans she poured herself some tea.

I whispered to my mother. ” that wasn’t nice”., I said. “well you can pout.” She whispered back. “Or prover her wrong instead.

I sat there for a minute, I was a bit upset.

But I listened to my mother and decided not to fret. I didn’t want my aunt to think, that I was just a bore. So I quickly thought of something, I hadn’t thought before.

And soon my evening changed, for the better I might add. As I planned to be an astronaut, I didn’t feel so bad.

When I starred in my own movie, of which was filmed in Rome… Mother tapped me on the shoulder, she was ready to go home!

I thanked my aunt for dinner as we said goodbye that night. I quickly whispered in her ear, and told her she was right!

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