~ You come to me ~

No introduction needed, I’m sure you can guess who wrote this :)

You Come to Me in the Night

You come to me in the night

To kiss and hold me close and tight

And make my fear take flight

To hear that I’m your babyboy

Fills my heart with so much joy

It wipes away tears from my eyes

You say that I’m the one who saved your life

But we both know that that’s not right

It was you who came and lead me into the light

You ask me if I’m okay

But how could I be any other way

I’m always filled with the love of you!

I hope that you will even see

That in this life and the next you’ll be…

My life, my love, my best friend… my wife.

by

Vin Cappetta

You speaking English?! Of course

Late last evening I was happily designing my business cards online when ‘LastsongIheard’ posted a comment for for me. As Vin sat writing a new poem I was giggling in the background as songs from childhood were brought up as we commented back and forth.

Vin looked up and asked me what I was laughing at which was interspersed with the occasional “OH NO!”s After I had finished the cards, we started to pack up as it was getting late and the clock was gleaming 1.30am at us. I told him about some of the songs I had been laughing at… He looked blank, never heard of them so I found Jilted John which was a very politically incorrect group in the 1970′s back in the UK… I can’t repeat what he said here other than a few @*^#’s and “You guys bought that!”… Well no I didn’t but a lot did and sang happily along at the time to ‘Gordon is a Moron”!

But it did make me think as their accents are quite strong and how people here had a problem understanding me for a while until I slowed down and made an effort to enunciate properly… kind of… That is until people annoy me lol!

I thought about accents and how well know the American accent is and how easily it is to differentiate between states but in England it varies from town to town.

I have spent a lot of time, energy and patience to make sure my book is grammatically correct in true English other than I tilted the accents slightly so as not to lose people but who says what is truly grammatically correct? In my world that would be Oxford English but in real life? The one people live everyday? That’s a different story…

I remembered an old folk song my father used to sing to me. It now is classed as the Yorkshire Anthem. I showed it to Vin when we met. It took him a little while to figure it out, for me it’s a plain as the nose  on my face! Though he didn’t understand a word I said when I bumped into a Yorkshire-man from Bradford and slipped into my ‘old ways’. He said I was talking a different language!

Today I found it again and for all the poets and writers out there have fun with this and think of it in a “Monty Python’ accent! :)

 

On Ilka Moor Baht ‘at

Wheear ‘as ta bin sin ah saw thee, (Where have you been since we last met?)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at?! (On Ilkley Moor without a hat)

Wheear ‘as ta bin sin ah saw thee? (Where have you been since we last met?)

Wheear ‘as ta bin sin ah saw thee? (Where have you been since we last met?)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at?! (On Ilkley Moor without a hat)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at?! (On Ilkley Moor without a hat)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at?!(On Ilkley Moor without a hat)

Tha’s been a cooartin’ Mary Jane (Oh – so you have been “seeing” a young lady called Mary Jane)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Tha’s been a cooartin’ Mary Jane

Tha’s been a cooartin’ Mary Jane

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Tha’s bahn t’catch thi deeath o’cowd (You are going to catch a cold that will kill you)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Tha’s bahn t’catch thi deeath o’cowd

Tha’s bahn t’catch thi deeath o’cowd

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then we shall ha’ to bury thee (Then we will have to bury you)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then we shall ha’ to bury thee

Then we shall ha’ to bury thee

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then t’worms ‘ll cum and eat thee oop (Then the worms will eat your slowly decaying body)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then t’worms ‘ll cum and eat thee oop

Then t’worms ‘ll cum and eat thee oop

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then ducks ‘ll cum and eat oop t’worms (Then the worms will be eaten by ducks)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then ducks ‘ll cum and eat oop t’worms

Then ducks ‘ll cum and eat oop t’worms

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then we shall go an’ ate oop ducks (Then we will eat the ducks)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then we shall go an’ ate oop ducks

Then we shall go an’ ate oop ducks

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then we shall all ‘ave etten thee (So we will end up by indirect means – eating you)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

Then we shall all ‘ave etten thee

Then we shall all ‘ave etten thee

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

[The last verse was added some time later to the original.]

That’s wheer we get us oahn back (That means we will get our own back)

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

That’s wheer we get us oahn back

That’s wheer we get us oahn back

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

On Ilkla Moor baht ‘at

~ It’s Time ~

Love Life Loss sadness meet again poetry

~ It’s Time ~

It’s time to say goodbye

The pain I feel in my heart

just can’t hide

I’ll miss that smile upon

your face

I’ll miss your warm, soft embrace

I know someday we’ll meet again

But I know I’ll cry inside

till then

My heart is filled with the

thoughts of you

And all the things we used

to do

I know someday we’ll meet

again

And I know I’ll cry inside

till then

by

~ Vincent Cappetta ~

Love Life Loss sadness meet again poetry

Alone in my Anarchy

Domestic Violence, Domestic Abuse, Pain, Sexual Assault

Alone in my Anarchy

Alone in my anarchy in my feelings

of misery

Someone once told me that everyone

has angels

But no, mine abandoned me left me here

in misery

Now I know just what Hell can be!

Alone in my anarchy in my feelings

Of misery

Even with souls around me I know I’m

alone

They say some people you see reach

A feeling of ecstasy

But I know that’s something that will

Never be for me

Alone in my anarchy in my feelings

Of misery

The spirit that haunts my soul makes

me walk this Earth alone

The hate that’s inside of me from a life

That use to be and you can’t see that’s

Its dead and cold!

Alone in my anarchy in my feelings

Of misery

Someone once told me that

everyone has angels!

But no mine abandoned me left me

here in misery!

Now I know just what Hell can be!

by

Vincent Cappetta

Domestic Violence, Domestic Abuse, Pain, Sexual Assault

~ Lost ~

A heart being used as a symbol of love. Photo ...

A heart being used as a symbol of love. Photo modified by author using Photoshop. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lost

I’m Lost in death

My God has abandoned me

and left me here to die

all around me is incomplete

as I watch them cry

 He keeps me in this

world of dark with NO

way out for me!

 No matter how I beg

and plead, he just doesn’t

seem to hear me!

 He shows me things that

should be for me

and tells me that it’s so

 But then the rugs pulled out

from under me

Just like the times before

Why can’t I just see the

light instead of the

darkened storm

Please don’t let me die again

Please don’t let me cry again

I’m lost inside the storm

by

Vincent Cappetta