This solution untested
This solution untested
Right, I’m stepping outside of my comfort zone here so behave yourselves, you hear.
A few weeks ago I wrote a poem/song entitled ‘Harlequin‘ that Johnny Ojanpera read and liked. As it happens, he had just written a piece of music entitled ‘Lost’ and thought it would make a good background to a spoken piece.
Well, my weans, being who they are, said I sounded soft reading to music. I took that to mean like Telly Savalas talking along to the picture song. You know the one I mean and I can’t be jacksied looking it up. So many insertions to make here as it is.
So I’ve ended up doing a sung version of my poem adapted to fit the length of the wonderful music Johnny so generously provided, just one of the many beautiful pieces he has composed.
If you think you may have preferred the Telly Savalas version after hearing this, tough! Be thankful you didn’t get the video version. :P
I’ll drink your health in coffee at the sunrise
While Nature paints with streaks of grey and blue
Shades of light appearing from the night skies
Rest and sip and think of all to do.
Slowly, as the dawn trails, fingers skyline,
Dabbing daylight daubs, alerting birds,
Listen, think and sip and feeling quite fine,
Silent plans in head, unspoken words.
Reflected glow in windows as the sun wakes,
Bright without and brighter here within,
Sip and think and write and bid your health at daybreak
Good morning, world, a brand new day begins.
Located within reach,
t’internet halts halfway
between two poles,
can pick up
wouldn’t like it.
don’t know their passwords
till I’m told.
Ignore this shite,
I’m blogging ’cause I can do,
halfway ‘tween two poles,
I’ve found the line,
are doing my brain in
but they’ll do in yours
before they do in mine.
Caught between prolific
the devil and the deep,
let me finish up here
and I’ll try to
hold my schtum
with not another peep.
the sunshine and the shady,
insane and not quite gone,
sitting in between
two rows of washing,
between two poles.
I think I’m done.
Feck it. I’m making no promises. ;)
Take my hand and lead me to Aegean,
To ferry boat (or cruiser would be best),
I’ve packed some smalls, a sarong and my flips flops,
Some sun tan cream, my shorts and one cute dress.
We’ll sail to islands, (none of them specific),
And gaze on sparkled droplets caught by light
As dolphins, graceful, leap along beside us,
Pictured it? OK, you’ve got it right.
Let’s sip ouzo mixed with drops of sunshine,
Ecstatic with the gods as we lie prone,
We’ll rub each other up the right way,
Don’t be filthy! We have to, (for healthy skin that’s how it’s done).
Now get right back to images of mellow,
Chirrups in the air, among the grass,
Bottled beer with condensation running
Like perspiration between breasts and (something cheeky that rhymes with grass).
I’m spoiling all romantic with some laughter
For in memory that’s just the way it was,
Heaven tinkled on us, gods all giggled,
Forsook creating myths, took earthly pause,
Danced with us syratki, played bouzouki,
Zeus was in his element, that sod,
Scuba’d with his brother, what a show-off,
How in Hades’ name compete with gods.
Thunderbolt to side, he set the pace there,
I gave him run for money, snorkel on,
Flippered like that king of sea from telly,
He cheated! (Apparently, deities can do no wrong).
Ah, those were the days, as I recall them
Poetry in life I never wrote,
Well maybe in my heart, where I won’t lose them,
Eyes closed in sunshine, poems I know by rote.
So let’s join hands, we’ll drift on pleasant waters,
In pleasured memories and maybe soon
We’ll set upon another more fantastic,
I’ve heard of cheap flights going to the moon.
Don’t book the dark side.
signed, A Sun Worshipper
Where do the words go
All that energy expelled
Einstein would have known
Vocal atomic power
Absorbed, harnessed, split and spilt
One brought flowers
charmed in sellophane
but love was wanting
resistant to the
but found daunting
too brash, too flash,
but for noise
graced a table
to fortune, fame, fast cars
The one who won
brought love itself,
stripped of artifice
Seek and search
It always has been thus
Purpose found in doing what we trust
Not to death regrets held deep inside
Channel gut to thought
Or dreams abide.
Night or day
To inner voice
This then our choice.
May we still remember tender moments
Though shattered fragments lie like broken glass
Reflecting willful spent, patent torment,
Decried the future as denied the past.
Might there be a time when softer feelings
Arise to surface, no need to protect,
Shall there be a union, desired healing,
Hopeful, if undetected as of yet.
When the pride and pain have both subsided
Could neutral ground be found where meeting claims,
After we have shared and each confided,
Hearts and souls, truce sincere in all loves named.
Love there was and nothing can forsake this,
Though world of love betrayed without a kiss.
In a cavern underwater, round the bends, beneath whirlpool,
Wizened crone of ancients dwells, stores wisdom lost from fools,
Sits upon a creature, lassoed from some years back,
Prehistoric plinth once fought, though it no courage lacked.
No one ventures near her unless they be but fool,
Anyone who’s heard of her keeps to golden rule,
Stay away from trouble, if wisdom’s what you lack,
Find this trouble, won’t find own way back.
Dark in corners hiding of the cave she dwells, where rules,
Empty shells of victims never realising they were fools,
Intent upon the knowing of the knowledge that they lacked,
Shells she saves of those who never found route back.
Terrible her vengeance, she cannot suffer fools,
That’s her one and only golden rule,
She’ll have you in for coffee and pat you on the back,
But don’t, whatever, tell her knowing’s what you lack.
She’ll rise up from her plinth, that creature from way back,
She’ll whisper to her slave all that you lack,
Eyes of red will turn to avenge her simple rule,
Empty vesseled shell where once was fool.
Tossed into a crevice, her cavern does not lack,
Room enough for many at the back,
Look out for the signpost sporting solemn rule
Turn again, be off, you errant fool.
Cackles she at signpost, written some time back,
Direction truthfully is what it lacks,
She’s the only one allowed to break her rule,
From conches sups she consciousness of poor misdirected fools.
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