These are not really about Melanie, but I've been a fan since I heard the (then new) single, "Look
What They've Done To My Song, Ma".
What do you do when you're all alone?
Do you turn up the music or reach for the phone?
People work all day, they say,
They do it for the peaceful joys.
But when they get some empty time
They fill it up with empty noise.
In their addiction they grasp and reach
Yet there is much silence can teach:
Great things are said without speaking a word
and the best music often goes by unheard.
THE TAO OF LOVE (1989)
To say "I love you"
is not really a true love.
Love is mystery.
We are not the same.
I think too much but you act.
See, we harmonize.
When people seek love,
even when they find it, they
love only seeking.
My love seems empty.
Gazing at you, I am filled.
Filled, but still hungry.
Communicate with me, don't be afraid.
It's true I'm awkward, moving at snail's pace
and dumb. The printed page is my device,
my readers, to convey and to confide.
Communicate, my camouflaged Life-Guide.
I know I've paid not complement nor made
complaint; but now I'm seeking Wisdom, Grace,
or failing that, let structured prayer suffice.
Communicate with poetry. Entice
lethargic souls to come with you to ride
behind the words to meaning and evade
the vain; to see the mind, not just the face.
Communicate across the void of space,
the oceans separating worlds of ice
with isolated phrases in which hide
the phases: vanish, disappear, and fade.
MARY COMES TO MEMPHIS (1999)
Some hippie artist created quite a stir in 1969
with a statue of you,
What mystified local art critics most was your hands,
not one right and one left,
but two left hands.
I've seen your African incarnations, the Chinese ones,
and Guadeloupe too,
Mother of all.
But remembering your statue I understand that you are
also the Madonna
of stroke patients.
WONDER WOMAN (1995)
Diana Prince, who brings Truth, Justice, and
the Amazonian Way, bravely fights
against each mindless masculine command
and so controls their apish appetites.
Like Emma Peel (Avenger absolute)
all underhanded males are crushed below
a righteous female foot (bare or in boot)
to silence boasting brutes. They're women's woe.
Men must be strictly taught obedience
to every feminine superior,
or else, through blundering incompetence,
they'd run and ruin Paradise and more.
So get your golden lasso, liberate
and let the macho myth disintegrate.