Best Gerrard Poems
"I don’t think of all the misery
but of the beauty that still remains."
Anne Frank
My heart does mourn looking through windows pane,
As my eyes adorn the bright blue summer’s sky…
My spirit torn for I touch the brittle rain,
And the flowers born speak to me before they die…
I see the gallant rainbows dancing but in their vain,
Humming of music to compose as the day turns to grey…
A ballerina on her tippy toes struggling to abstain,
Holding a rampageous rose as the red drips away…
Upon the beauty of all things I lay me down to sleep,
Awoken by a fruity morn in a silent sadness I do not weep.
July.17.2019
Writing Challenge 2, Melancholy
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Music by Lisa Gerrard...'Lament'
using a female virtual voice
Placed 1'st...Thank You
prologue's entry
it’s as ancient as
the salt missing
in the dead sea
it doesn’t hold
that essence
in its tears
it looks over
its dominion
the souls
kissing its feet
entry point
found in the cracks of
over zealous blowing
their self-righteousness
stood on
soap boxes
they know better
let them speak
watch them
war with each other
it swallows opines
it feeds
prologue’s entry
it never leaves
it watches
the eyes of others
windows open
virtuous with bravado
pushed to believe
only when they are on their knees
when the truth monster
struts in
shutters close
not so brave
to defend, to endure
what they speak
it thinks
it waits
Prologue's entry?
it never left,
it never sleeps
Prologue's entry
Entry's prologue
as above,
so below
it watches them
in mirrors
invisible,
yet seen
soon
to be believed
it reads them,
like the other
it knows
them all
soon
to be believed
"what's inside them?
is it made of strength?
unbreakable?"
like a Vampire
it will impress promises
seduce them with
safety in its arms
it felicitates its
kind of freedom
"what's inside them?
is it made of strength?
unbreakable?"
stood on their
soap boxes, towers
the same as rosaries
soon
to be believed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Entry” / Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/6n_oDTpIc6k
essence
The winds of war
lift the essence
of man to face
the face of man
each speak
over the other
listening for
the true soul’s
confirmation
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Easter, 2022.
“Mirror Medusa” / Lisa Gerrard, Silver Tree
https://youtu.be/9LJt6Q80Zmg
"Freedom Sees - Part 1"
Sailing
her clear
Aqua Green
oceans
floating
mysterious exotic
fragrant
Dark Pink
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat,
gifts sent
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated,
rooted to the spot
they aren’t going anywhere
fast, that’s their lot on
Departure Shores,
waving their
confetti dreams
at the Bamboo Queen
sailing adventuress
standing tall now
not down on her knees.
She’s surveying her pearl beds
Giant Burnt Orange
Lilac Lavendar
Deep Emerald Green
Astropecten Articulatus
accompanying Royalty,
they are far from their
familial home.
Hippocampus.
Syngnathidae,
Olive, Ultra-Marine Blue.
Mate for life.
Sea Dragons.
This is true.
Golden Glistening
Burning Ball
the Sun’s
beckoning ascension,
light beams,
dapple the surface
there is abundant
life underneath
this, her verdant
Sea Bed Circus.
Crystal clear deep waters
full of mothers and daughters
the nexus electric current
for her virtues
her sins,
her babbling
ranting minions,
their downloading zone
go-with-the-flow.
A million zephyrs
cut the air,
they are calling HER
“HOME”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
For GVLM.
For K, M, VC, LJ.
1. "The Messenger", Lisa Gerrard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGc9nNi1LXU
2.
https://www.amandalinettemeder.com/blog/2014/1/27/10-signs-from-your-deceased-loved-ones
Human Rights June 27,2015
Human rights for you and me
Palestinian children living free
People free without a tear
Children playing without fear
Irish children white, orange and green
A united Ireland without the queen
A new Ireland for me and you
Living in peace with thirty-two
No death squads in our country
Make killing is a memory of our past
First nation people have their land
No dividing line in the sand
Mount Rushmore Mountain Time for change
Those faces on the rock
Free the people you and me
First Nations people must be free
Africa, Madiba’s dream
Eyes blind to bigotry
He showed the world the way
Let the people have their say
Black Americans locked in jail
The justice system did surely fail
Homeless people, you know what I mean
Give them a home, the American dream
Feed the people, ban the bomb
The politicians got it wrong
Make our world a better place
Save our children and the human race
Human rights for you and me
Palestinian children living free
Gerrard McGeachy
"WINTER"
the beautiful season
of suspension
where we find
our true selves
hibernating
under sacred blankets
of wisdom won
dreaming of all
the days past, gone
in the never complete
and we dream
in songs
of the other life
approaching
beautiful,
inviolate,
lilting pure,
lighter, pristine,
more truer
than true
than the heavy
coloured cloaks
covering lost victories
in the dedicated Obscure
never wrong
never won
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2021)
vcb-llb
(john 1:42 NIV)
“In Exile”, The Silver Tree/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/fjXqfjjFK_k
(john 1 NIV)
“O light! This is the cry
of all the characters
of ancient drama
brought face to face
with their fate.
This last resort
was ours, too,
and I knew it now.
In the middle of winter
I at last discovered
that there was in me
an invincible summer.”
(Albert Camus, L’été)
“A poet is a blind optimist.
The world is against him
for many reasons.
But the poet persists.
He believes
that he is on the right track,
no matter what
any of his fellow men say.
In his eternal search for truth,
the poet is alone.
He tries to be timeless
in a society built on time.”
(Kerouac)
"For small creatures
such as we,
the vastness
is bearable
only through
love."
(Carl Sagan)
“There are things known
and there are things unknown,
and in between
are the doors of perception.”
(Aldous Huxley)
"As Above, So Below"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_above,_so_below
https://linguaholic.com/linguablog/as-above-so-below-meaning/
https://wikireligions.com/as-above-so-below/
The talent of this England team
Will overcome the rest
Because the players on display
Are simply the best.
James our keeper will save every shot
He's experienced and so cool
Glen Johnson and Ashley Cole
The defence they both will rule.
John Terry solid as a rock
With King at his side
While Lennon and Joe Cole
Control the play out wide.
The creative skill of Lampard
And captain Gerrard too
Will create a hole in any defence
No matter what they do.
Peter Crouch up front is so tall
He reminds me of a Giraffe
When he scores and does that dance
He really makes me laugh.
Wayne Rooney wow what can I say
The best of the best
He's like a little bulldog
With three lions on his chest.
Our manager Fabio Capello
A master of the game
If we don't bring back the cup
We're only ourselves to blame.
"The Black Habit"
Bast never rests
claws sharp as scissors
The Black Habit
no natural skin
torn to shreds
with a cream filled kiss
Legs wrapped around a velvet lick
Perfume purrs in your ears
Like a Black Cat
Bast never rests
Like a Black Cat
Bast skirts your whiskers
Breezes over your lips
The Black Habit lifts
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Space Weaver”/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/TO25_qAq8xI
Alternative "Space Weaver"/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/WokkX5FOf14
“I want to fall in love in such a way,
that the mere sight of a man,
even a block away from me,
will shake and pierce me,
will weaken me,
and make me tremble and soften and melt.”
Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
The Labyrinth's Manifestation Spell
"Gravitate to Me"/The The
https://youtu.be/xgwx40iAdVQ
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/The-the-gravitate-to-me-lyrics
An Irish State of Mind July 20, 2013
In a New York bar, pretty far, with Donegal on my mind
Missing my country, miss my friends, in an Irish state of mind
Donegal town, Bundoran, Killybegs to Malin Head
I miss them all that’s for sure, that’s what an old man said
This is my new town; don’t know if I’ll stay
The Donegal feeling is with me every other day
I left sweet Gweedore behind me on that Irish shore
Sometimes I dream I’m home, who could ask for anything more
Just for a little while to walk an Irish mile
To be with them all, that brings a smile
Some future day I’ll be on my way to kiss that Blarney stone
When that day comes I’ll know for sure I’m home
In a New York bar, pretty far, with Donegal on my mind
Missing my country, miss my friends, in an Irish state of mind
Gerrard McGeachy
The Final Mile December 7, 2013
Madiba can I walk with you
On your final mile of life
As you grace the ground
With a peaceful sound
You walk the road of peace
You embraced the others
You made it happen on your way
You brightened up their day
The people you touched
The young and the old
Your words of peace
Discrimination must cease
You carried your load
To the end of the road
Goodbye my friend
We've reached the end
Madiba can I walk with you on
On your final mile of life
Gerrard McGeachy
Color Blind April 1, 2017
Color blind, just a little child
No hate to show with love inside
I’m not alone I have a home
Different colors on their own
I like the sun; a happy day
Living with love, don’t go away
Be my friend, there is no hate
Color blind, feeling great
I have no fear, be my friend
We can walk together till the end
Dream of peace, dream today
Hatred gone or so they say
The war goes on for you and me
Be my friend color free
Color blind, just a little child
No hate to show with love inside
Gerrard McGeachy
The Long Road Home April 3, 2016
It's been a struggle on our long road home
Troubled times for our people, ourselves alone
We've lost our friends and our family on the way
We stand united together on our streets everyday
Growing up in our country with the others that came
Soon made our children play the patriots game
Loosing a friend of your childhood days
Thoughts in your heart, the memory stays
walking through fields, thinking of four
This lovely land a nation once more
From every street we lost one of us
Lead don't discriminate, we know what it does
The children of today with Irelands cause
We're never going back, it's forward and more
Free people in our new land, Irish for sure
No hate in our land only justice and peace
Our struggle is over, the drums must cease
We'll live together the way it should be
When that day comes we will be free
It's been a struggle on our long road home
Troubled times for our people, ourselves alone
Gerrard McGeachy
My Irish Jewel May 15, 2016
They took a piece of my land, six of thirty two
They came with might and stole it, England shame on you
You took a piece of my land, you stole my Irish jewel
You divided my land, You treated us so cruel
Our people suffered, your religion and your laws
United together, We'll die for the Irish cause
From Cork to the little streets of Ireland
We remember and make our stand
A united nation together for me and you
Twenty six plus six, we want our thirty two
From every part of Ireland all the way to Donegal
We'll unite our land, we'll answer Ireland's call
Return my Irish jewel you stole, let Ireland live in peace
A nation again of thirty two with everlasting peace
They took a piece of my land, six of thirty two
They came with might and stole it, England shame on you
Gerrard McGeachy
Khaki Clothes ad Army Boots May 1, 2016
Khaki clothes and army boots kill the people on our street
The enemy came, they found out soon, Irish freedom no defeat
Go home to England, leave our land, take the planters with you
There is no welcome for you here in our country of thirty two
With the empires might you are selective, they picked you for their fight
Killing Irish people as you creep the streets at night
Give a kid of sixteen years a gun to fight your war
Sign your name on the dotted line, see the world for sure
A product of England's failure will fail again for sure
On an Irish street you will face defeat, If you're lucky you'll go home
If your not you may say goodbye on an Irish street alone
The promise of new lands and sunshine, welcome to Ireland's shore
No golden sands, no beaches, you've been sold a dream for sure
Go home before it's over, Go home to England's shore
We all make mistakes in life, you've made one for sure
Take your Khaki clothes and army boots, return them to your boss
They may have sentenced you to death and they never gave a toss
Khaki clothes and army boots, kill the people on our streets
The enemy came, they found out soon, Irish freedom no defeat
Gerrard McGeachy
Graeme’s hero is Steven Gerrard,
That Liverpool and LA football player,
And has Cerebral Palsy. It was hard,
‘Cos doctors said he’d never blether.
He was prematurely delivered 1979,
But can now lift 3x his body weight.
For his 8th birthday his parents fine,
Bought him a horse, sports to date.
He studied at Beaumont College,
In Lancaster, where he got involved,
In CP sports competitions to wage,
His abilities and strength devolved.
Joining Chorley town Athletic Club,
He became determined to make it,
And in May 2012 Graeme did tub,
Taking silver, to sprint the Worlds fit.
Then in the London Games, Paras,
He won another silver to objectify,
His raw talent in the T36 100 metres,
In which he does his dreams solidify.