Time for a new collection of poems and songs and bits and bobs that I'll be collecting along the way. It seemed to start this year with Snake River (see previous blog, a poem about our local river which isn't called snake river but the timing of writing it coincided with the Chinese New Year [year of the snake] and I can't think of a better title right now than a line from it, Seven More Miles To Go. The photo is from one of mine from the garden. I'm guessing that, as always, journeys will be a theme.
25/02/2013
Seven more miles to go
Time for a new collection of poems and songs and bits and bobs that I'll be collecting along the way. It seemed to start this year with Snake River (see previous blog, a poem about our local river which isn't called snake river but the timing of writing it coincided with the Chinese New Year [year of the snake] and I can't think of a better title right now than a line from it, Seven More Miles To Go. The photo is from one of mine from the garden. I'm guessing that, as always, journeys will be a theme.
07/02/2013
Snake River
Mist rising from the river
Seven more miles to go
Green light city
Caught up in the flow
As dreams fly, cormorant shape on the
clean sky
Who knew this heart would carry me so
far from home
I can't sit and wait for you to notice
How far we've travelled from
All those things we took for granted
All those promises undone
A cold night fading into yet another
day
I can't wait for you to notice
We're travelling the wrong way
Mist rising from the river
Seven more miles to go
Green light city
Caught up in the flow
As dreams fly, cormorant shape on the
clean sky
Who knew this heart would carry me so
far from home
07/12/2012
Boxing Day Song
Christmas
cards are tangling on silver guilt strings
And the
walls are full to dangling with yuletide greetings
The tree
is shedding needles into the shag pile
And late
presents are being unwrapped
By the
children's hopeful eyes
Stars
are shining on the little fir tree
And the
glitter of frost on the pavement
Shows
it’s set to freeze
Cold
enough for mince pies and mulled wine
And part
of me is praying its cold enough
to snow
this time
Credit
cards are ringing to the sound of Christmas tills
Shop
returns are bringing a whole host of extra bills
Santa’s
gone from his grotto, no kids to ply with treats
He’s
busy sucking humbugs
And
stacking up the half price sweets
Stars
are shining on the little fir tree
And the
glitter of frost on the pavement
Shows
it’s set to freeze
Cold
enough for mince pies and mulled wine
And part
of me is praying its cold enough
to snow
this time
In
amongst the wrapping and satsuma peel
Hidden
with all the trappings of yesterday's meal
There’s
a little glimmer from a hopeful thing
On
closer inspection it's a cracker toy
Plastic
heart on a silver ring
The bins
are full to overflowing so I empty them outside
In the
silver moonlight of this boxing night
The
stars glint on the plastic heart I hold in my hand
And the
pavement glitters
As
snowflakes gently land
Stars
are shining on the little fir tree
And the
glitter of frost on the pavement
Shows
it’s set to freeze
Cold
enough for mince pies and mulled wine
And part
of me is praying its cold enough
to snow
this time
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10/10/2012
Accordion Heart
I've been singing this all morning so thought I'd add it here ~
Accordion Heart
Accordion heart
Give it a squeeze
The tune it plays
Might well please
And you’ll dance and sing
And feel real fine
As the last drop of music
Flows freely like wine
(Accordion, accordion, accordion, as the last drop of music flows freely like wine)
Baby, come hold me
Baby come close
Just raise your glass
And I’ll sing a toast
For the night is a blanket to throw on
the ground
And we’ll watch for those shooting
stars
And laugh at the sound
Of lovers still dancing
As the moon spins us round
Accordion heart
Give it a squeeze
The tune it plays
Might well please
And you’ll dance and sing
And feel real fine
As the last drop of music
Flows freely like wine
(Accordion, accordion, accordion, as the last drop of music flows freely like wine)
14/08/2012
Slush Fool
(This one always seems to be best in the summer, perhaps it's the contrast of the thought of quiet winter in the midst of a busy summer day. An old poem from some years back.)
Slush
Fool
He
never liked me singing
He
never took to my wings
So
I sit on the fence
To
wait for those
Little
crumbs in the snow
Melting
into the green
Mushed
up rain dreams
If
I decide to fly
What
will you do?
If
I decide
I'm
no slush fool
Winter
discord in this place
Catch
your breath and the icy trace
Of
words freezing in the space
Opening
up between us
Spring
is the dream
Melting
into the green
If
I decide to fly
What
will you do?
If
I decide
I'm no slush fool
I'm no slush fool
He
never liked me singing
He
never took to my wings
I
think I'm about to fly
I
think I'm about to sing
Deep Mystery
Swimming
up on the shore
With
my water wings
Scales
falling from my eyes
I'm back to the tide line
To hear the sand sing
Dragging the seaweed rhythm
Is there where I see the sunrise?
I'm back to the tide line
To hear the sand sing
Dragging the seaweed rhythm
Is there where I see the sunrise?
The wild horses couldn't keep me in my grave
And I'm washed up and not feeling to brave
Guess then, I'm on my knees to pray
Come Neptune, be my king
Not drowning, jusy need to sing
Dragging the seaweed rhythm
And when we smile it'll be a sunrise
All our lives pour into the sea
And yet it still retains deep mystery
10/07/2012
The things we keep meaning
All those things keep
Weaving in between
A pattern repeating us
My life spread before me
A patchwork place
Of here and there
And there you are, again
And here I am
With all those words
Fitting them together
Making some semblance
Of it all
Those things we keep
Weaving in between
A pattern repeating us
Into these shapes
In between those words and shapes
The light shifts and the shadows fall
We move on past
Our lives spread out here and there
And all the spaces in between
Where all those things we keep
Just a pattern repeating
Instead of
The things we keep meaning
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