There once was a man named Rod Serling,
Whose tales were quite frightening and sterling.
Across the airwaves, strange futures he brings,
He'd show you odd truths of all different things.
A woman who was quite a brat,
Was shrunken down and sat on a mat.
By the window, a strange shadow grew,
She'd lost her whole world in a flash and flew.
A doll came to life, what a fright,
In the middle of the dark night.
From the toy box, she slowly did crawl,
She'd come to get revenge on them all.
A man who loved books more than life,
Lost his world and his terrible wife.
His glasses were broken, what a sad end,
He'd been given a life with no one to befriend.
It's raining outside, but l don't mind
lets put on the music, and a glass of wine
lets shut the door, lets shut off the world
yes , you say, let's put on the music, girl
we'll have a music day, favorite music play
l always knew , you, that's what you'd say
as you see me struggle, sigh
you'll chase the pain, you'll chase the cries
l hear the words you hide, intriguing ties
sad, happy, crying, trying
day, night, never wait
lifts me up, never late
so its raining still, but l don't mind
forget the world, and l'll be fine
we'll put on music, and dance the floor
and fall in love, like we did before.
,
The Adventure by Angels and Airwaves Band
Observing from afar,
Experiencing who You are,
A star in the universe,
Writing your own verse,
In a story you rehearse,
Reversing the roles,
Filling in all the holes,
As the chapter unfolds,
You know what it holds,
You're the creator of the mold,
It's doing just as its told,
As you unload emotions,
Airwaves are full of commotion,
Sending Adams in motion,
Their devotion to you,
Is creating The view,
You're telling them what to do,
While you're vibrating through,
A stew of energy,
Building an entity to feel this reality,
So you can step back and see,
You are a gift to The Galaxy.
Shining Bright,
Filling the airwaves,
Freeing the slaves,
Digging up graves,
Daring to misbehave.
A brave ray of light,
Illuminating whats right.
Shining through a dark night,
Clearing the plank from my sight.
There's no need to fight,
Every choice is right.
The delight about being,
Seeing living is meaning.
Careening out of control,
It's time to let go,
Throw yourself in the flow,
You're free to grow.
It's a slow start,
Once you open your heart,
Mending the broken parts.
Charting your course,
A force to be known.
The answers are being shown,
Reach into the unknown.
We own the airwaves,
Thoughts are keeping you a slave,
Shave away the fear,
You are the light shining here.
Night falls in neon showers
Here in the nocturnal simmer of summer
slick city blacktops spark electric.
The juiced-up take to their cars,
pull into fast food haunts
where glazed eyes
return to two-way mirrors,
others fall without noticing
into a numb subliminal hum
an electric divining of something bad
to come.
An ear crawling buzz,
the static clutter of criminal minds
distorts the crests of overheated airwaves.
distant thunderheads pop like
galvanic mushrooms.
Light bulbs vanish
behind lighthouse eyes.
Under a canopy of magnetic shine
liquor stores promote a glow and fizzle,
a hissing power that backlight's
both beer can and bottle,
and we who drink
are thankful for the way
such strung-out needs carry us
in and out of our dreams
until, of course, as always,
a stark, accusatory dawn
jangles its steel-bright
jailhouse keys.
Quote from Berowne in "As You Like It"
"And I, forsooth, in love!". Now Shakespeare speaking with his good friend Richard Burbage.....
I must tell you forsooth
of my midsummer dream
a witch conjures bluetooth
her thoughts an air stream
oh crucify me not
t'is just a fantasy
and a wonderous plot
for some more alchemy
my very dear Burbage
this bluetooth will be king
Lear is merely garbage
when the airwaves can sing
now what madness is this
my dear friend, think again
to an ear no such kiss
of an unseen refrain
t'was an enticing thought
but I must beg of you
the notion is but naught
to taming of the shrew
ah well Burbage old friend
your counsel I so respect
thoughts of bluetooth I will end
my thanks for your connect
The summer season
Is just come to an end
As the colder season
Is fast approaching
The Christmas carol
Is just starting in the airwaves
And Christmas decorations
Is now displayed in malls
Christmas light is in plazas
In front of every facade
Of every town building
Christmas trees begun
Standing in every house corner
And the climate is getting colder
And people's face are getting brighter
Really, the yuletide season is coming
A celebration of heart and union
A long celebration all year round
A holiday celebration of the birth of Jesus.
Expelled from paradise, directed down to hell
Whose court is talking about justice here?
Yours are the apples, and your garden blooms so well
Pick any fruit, and treat the snake, my dear
The cruel punishment will never put them right,
Your congregation of the disingenuous slaves
The triumph of the law will not be glorified
By their rants expanded through the airwaves
If it's the other way around, what about
The high intention of a servant to command
Slaves become masters, so you see their snouts
Stick everywhere, your privacy is scanned
Sisyphus pushes up again his cobblestone
Choirs sing the psalms into the painted sky
Whilst in his tiny room the last bookworm
Hears the voices of those who refused to die.
My voice was mute like featherless songbirds,
without vocal chords to sing doting tunes.
Sleeping spirit yearned for amorous words,
composing twin flames to ignite from fumes.
Glance of her eyes and embers kindled bright,
like gold moonlight kissing indigo waves.
Symphonic stars formed in a lonely night,
as we sang among galactic airwaves.
Her touch is a cliché of butterflies,
her lips kiss like ballads with boundless verse.
Without her I can feel my heart capsize,
in sickness and in health, she is my nurse.
Her name remains on the tip of my tongue,
as her love completes lyrics, once unsung.
During the Eighties,
Van Halen ruled the airwaves...
OU812!
So you’re an alien
Well look at you!
What the hell took you so long to get…..
Stupid question!
Don’t answer that
I mean where on Earth did you come from,
erm…..
Another dumb question!
Forgive me
I’m just a bit nervous
It’s my first time to interview a fully legit Alien
I’m a Little green….
Man…!
what’s happening to me
I mean I’d no idea what to expect…
And you look… so well erm….
Out of this World
S#*t I’m at it again
What’s wrong with me today
Goddam!
Ok….ok let’s start again
you must have a name
all Superstars… do
Oh crap!
Gotta pull myself together!
Sorry I’m completely erm….
Star-struck
Oh f@#* this!
One last try
Hey! are those Black holes your eyes
or….
Son of a B!tch!
It must be the Gravity of the situation
Are you Binary or non… erm
No wait!
Please don’t leave
This moment is so
Special….. relatively speaking anyway
(Anchor man yells)
Cut Cut!
This is one
Supermassive f@#* up
Somebody get this
Nebulous idiot
off the airwaves!
Go to adverts….
These messages are brought to you
by Universal…. blah blah……!
SENSE PLEASURE
Red honeyed apples
autumn leaves dewed
****** merge with sun streams
whilst children sleep dear dreams
Bobbing bubble baths
yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
smell the sour dough
nourishment oh oh oh !
Blue moon paints front stoep
knobbly hand whispers stories
of heritages and future glories
skin ripples aptly rapt
Prancing clean laundry dance
mother’s milk in melting mouth
puppy grovels dirt digging south
sound frequencies simmer smoothly
Von Gogh sunflowers float in
mental notes skipping
Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
come dine alive then to jive
Pleasure finding the lost gazed
glance glimmer with God at no cost
Earth to Heaven find
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000
From morning light until 6pm at night,
I'm behind the scenes curating delight.
With tones that echo on your radio,
blending local stories into audio.
In the heart of waves, where frequencies ascend,
from AM to FM, radio signals extend.
In the realms of airwaves, where voices roam,
broadcasting melodies that are heard at home.
With many dials, meters and buttons galore,
producing shows, which listeners adore.
Weaving scripts to ensure presenters flow,
creating playlists of songs people know.
Colleagues call me the conductor of sound,
composing themes to entertain all year round.
Preventing silence from all transmissions,
making life easy for my technicians.
Inviting guests from a wide range of places,
from different backgrounds and new faces.
On standby to report on breaking news,
using social media to increase the views.
Monitoring projects are in my domain,
there's also an apprentice I have to train.
It's not just about navigating the studio,
I compose the moments that make hearts glow.
The pen exposes a plan
There is no need to fear man
Destiny moves forward exposing
The heart of a coward
Let me take a second and put myself in your shoes
If it was my goal to bring you down and try to take your crown
I would first make you feel unwelcome so that
You feel that you would not want to be here!
I will try to overpower your mind and make you blind to your purpose
I will flood you with unnecessary tasks and side-track you
I Will bring anxiety into your life and give you the silent treatment
The pen exposes a plan
There is no need to fear man
Destiny moves forward exposing
The heart of a coward
You think you have the brotherhood
But you don’t have the airwaves
So poetry paves a stream of your deceit
Even though you try to bring about my defeat
The pen exposes a plan
There is no need to fear man
Destiny moves forward exposing
The heart of a coward
I value my ( own life )
I cherish the right to
Live in a freedom of
Human trial and error
Rather than a endless
Regurgitative existence
Composed of
Negativisam and terror.!
I've no wish to scrutinize
Childrens faces to know
If they they live in fear.?
Oh no..' unlike those; of
Grotesque desire and aim
Suzanna Reid and Naga with
dr hillary death' and and aging
Anchor Charlie: that is their
Game.! I only view the b b c or
I t v, 4 even' to sift among
Their lies.. Is it to sad to know,
This now..? New (Unsurprise!)
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