Reading at Dorland

Today I have the privilege of reading for five minutes along with five other poets at Art Under the Oaks, the annual art festival at Dorland Mountain Arts Colony in Temecula. This is one of the lyrics I will be reading.
NO PEACE OF MIND

Verse 1:
What is on your mind right now?
Thinking back to what she said?
Facing tomorrow filled with dread?
Who’s gonna buy the daily bread?
What’s on your mind right now?

CHORUS:
THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS PEACE OF MIND.
YOUR MIND IS NOT YOUR FRIEND.
IF YOU WANT PEACE, YOU’VE GOT TO LET
THE CHATTERING VOICES END.

Verse 2:
What is on your mind right now?
Old regrets for past mistakes?
Adding up the time it takes?
Are friends true or are they fakes?
What’s on your mind right now?

CHORUS, REPEAT

Verse 3:
What is on your mind right now?
How ugly, old and fat you look?
The furniture your ex-wife took?
You’ll never be in the record books?
What’s on your mind right now?

Bridge:
Go in your room and shut the door.
Close your eyes. Turn off the roar.
God will come when the voices cease
To fill your heart with blessed peace.

CHORUS, REPEAT

CREATION’S PRAISE

Deep calls to deep
Day speaks to day
Night to night declares,
And what is it they say?

Chorus:
We are God’s handiwork
We share in his glory
Worshiping wordlessly
We send out his story.
Come in answer to our call:
Help us praise the Lord of all.

Tree sighs to tree
Bird sings to bird
Flower tells flower
And never speaks a word.

Chorus, repeat.

Bridge:
God, our voices join the tune
With Brother Sun and Sister Moon;
Your whole Creation praises you!

Chorus, repeat.

© 2015

STILL WORKING

Intro:
When you think the whole world’s gone to hell,
Remember what the Scriptures have to tell:

Chorus:
The Father is still working.
His Son is working, too.
The Spirit is still working,
Inside of me and you.

Verse 1:
We are working to save the world.
We are working to share the truth.
We are working to heal the broken hearts.
We are working to spread the news.

Chorus, repeat

Verse 2:
We are working to stop the greed.
We are working to stop the wars.
We are working to reach the lost.
We are working to feed the poor.

Chorus, repeat

Verse 3:
We are working for understanding.
We are working for love’s increase.
We are working for social justice.
We are working —for peace.

Bridge:
God, please keep us working
Side by side with you
Your hands and feet are working
To make your dream come true.

Chorus, repeat.

© 2015 Pamella Bowen

“Abba, Here I Am”, Song 15 for Fifty-Ninety, 2014

ABBA, HERE I AM

Abba, here I am

Lying in the dark

Lost in dead despair,

Fearing you’re not there.

Abba, here I am

Kneeling by my bed,

Crying in the blanket,

Feeling so abandoned.

Abba, here I am

Silent in my room,

Listening for your voice

Floating past the noise.

Abba, here I am

Empty hands wide open,

Ready to receive

The grace you send to me.

Abba, here I am

Standing in your love,

Shining like a star

Reflecting who you are.

Abba, here I am

In you as you in me.

Lord, I’m ready to

Do what you’d have me do.

© 2014 Pamella Bowen (BMI)

pam@bowen2.com

Song #13 for the 2014 Fifty-Ninety

CRACKED VESSEL

Verse 1:

A cracked vessel is the mind

What goes in leaks out in time:

People’s names and people’s faces,

What took place in certain places,

All the science, all the math,

Memories of the distant past.

CHORUS:

YOU CAN’T ADD MORE TO A FILLED-UP CUP,

YOU NEED TO LET SOME OUT.

THAT CRACK IS A BLESSING

YOU CAN BE GLAD ABOUT.

Verse 2:

A cracked vessel is the heart:

Passions, fashions all depart,

Tastes change, love grows cold,

Old obsessions lose their hold.

Why cling to the overrated?

What you treasured gets donated.

CHORUS, REPEAT

Verse 3:

But when God’s love rains, it pours.

If some seeps out, there’s always more.

Mind and heart and soul fill up;

A holy torrent floods your cup.

Overflowing, leaking too,

That’s how much your God loves you.

CHORUS:

YOU CAN’T FIT GOD IN A FILLED-UP HEART;

YOU NEED TO LET SIN OUT.

THAT CRACK IS A BLESSING

YOU CAN BE GLAD ABOUT.

© 2014 Pamella Bowen (BMI)

pam@bowen2.com

Country-Fried Fair

Do you have fond memories of going to the county fair? The rides were fun, but I mostly remember the smells of the fair food: greasy, sugary, and a treat we got to have once a year. This was in the days before Hot Dog on a Stick came into every mall. We had to wait till the L.A. County Fair in Pomona opened the week after school started to get a hot dog on a stick and a hand-dipped ice cream rolled in nuts.

This is song #30 for November 30, the last of my PaSoWriMo challenge lyrics. I reached my goal of 30 lyrics in 30 days. Some of them are already being musicated by co-writers. One, “No Alcohol Beyond This Point” is fully demoed and ready to post. Watch for it.

Thanks to those of you who have encouraged me along the way with your comments and facebook posts. Let’s do it again next year!

COUNTRY-FRIED FAIR
by Pam Bowen

CHORUS:
COME ONE, COME ALL IN EVERY TOWN!
BRING SOME MONEY, AND WE’LL CHOW DOWN.
SMELL HOT GREASE AND SUGAR IN THE AIR.
I’LL MEET YOU AT THE COUNTRY-FRIED FAIR.

Verse 1:
Chicken strips
Fish-n-chips
Fried burritos
Five taquitos
Hot hush puppies
Deep fried Twinkies
Hot dogs on sticks
Battered Snickers

CHORUS

Verse 2:
Funnel cakes ‘n’
Chocolate bacon
Cotton candy
Kettle corn
Soft ice cream in
A waffle cone
Nothing’s better’n
Battered butter

CHORUS

Bridge:
What’s the matter?
You don’t wanna get fatter?

CHORUS

© Pamella M. Bowen