Best Song River Poems
Awa' oan the Firth of Forth,
high oan the famous brig',
a laboring lad toils tirelessly
in the cauld and bitter wind.
Awa' aff the river shore,
a braw lassie waits for him,
scourin' and roastin' tatties
in a bonny wee but and ben.
The carls would hae him drinkin',
The cummers would pay him 'ahind the door,
but he oany has wan thing oan his mind
and she's awa' aff the river shore.
*Translation*
Away on the Firth of Forth,
high on the famous bridge,
a laboring lad toils tirelessly
in the cold and bitter wind.
Away off the river shore,
a braw lassie waits for him,
scouring and roasting tatties
in a bonny wee but and ben.
The carls would have him drinking,
the cummers would pay him behind the door,
but he only has one thing on his mind
and she's away off the river shore.
Glossary of terms:
* the Firth of Forth is the estuary of the River Forth in Scotland
braw means fine looking
tatties are potatoes
bonny means pretty or handsome
a but and ben is a modest two room cottage consisting of a kitchen and a main room
a carl is a laboring man
a cummer is a woman of questionable moral character
to pay behind the door is to engage in sexual activity as a form of 'payment' for favors, services, or goods.
Just give me a frozen river
So I could skate away
Then give me a minute more
Tell you how I feel today
I live here in a verdant land
We never do see snow
So I'll make a lot of money
Then to another place I'll go
I want to see the snow in Winter
See the bright clothes people wear
Join the fun of Halloween
Have kids give me a scare
I had a man I thought I loved
I know he loved me more
But when he got to know me well
He near flew out the door
I now have lost a lover who
Was gonna worship me
Put it down to bad behaviour
And undue jealousy
So if I could find that frozen river
Skate with sorrow in my heart
Maybe find him once again
And make a brand new start
“I am a song that needs to be sung.”
Words by John Denver inscribed in Aspen.
While walking the path alongside the Rio Grande
A circle of stones in memory of John Denver does stand.
Inscribed on the rocks are the words of his songs.
They moved me deeply as I strolled along.
Realizing that I was in Aspen because I did spy
A tribute to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High.
It sparked a desire to experience Aspen for myself.
Now here I am encircled with John Denver’s wealth.
I wasn’t a huge fan, but I did enjoy his songs.
His words stand tall beyond being written in stone.
I moved along the trail into an evergreen forest
Dwarfed by the pines as the river flows toward us.
Emotional connectivity with Aspen’s sheer mountain beauty.
Sitting on a rock in the river my only duty.
Feeling inspired to move again on the trail
An energy spoke to me; no words were entailed.
You are a song that needs to be sung
You are a bell that needs to be rung.
You are the newness of fresh mountain air
You are the energy of spring’s budding stare.
You are the eagle resting in its high nest
Ready to soar through the sky when the time is best.
You are the Rocky Mountain High
Colorado is the place for you to sigh.
Heave out the energy that is stored within
Sing your own song with a loving spin.
In gratitude I salute John Denver’s soul.
In the beauty of the Rockies, he continues his role.
Inspiring people to greater heights through his words.
Thank you, John Denver, for my heartfire heard.
The St. Petersburg river Neva
has sunk into yellow birches,
The St. Petersburg river Neva
has sunk into quivering aspens,
And into the dark-blue eyes of one woman.
River Neva has dressed up into autumn,
River Neva has decorated herself with gold leaves.
She thinks about something with smile -
Summer will come back again.
I dream of a pipal tree that grows
at the foot of Banasura Hill,
miles beyond the fishing village
I once called home.
Here, I rest in her long, sweet shade
and sing the Kabini River’s song.
Here, in the face of a full summer moon,
I sit with an empty golden bowl.
Published in Muse India
Videos of you replay in my head
Especially when I lie in my bed
I press rewind and I see your smile
And that soothes my mind for a while
Videos of you replay in my heart
Piecing things together that would otherwise fall apart
I press fast forward and I hear your song
Like a peaceful river, it moves my fears along
Videos of you replay in my soul
Recreating a time when my life was whole
I press pause and I inhale the very essence of you
I press start and I exhale my resistance to a me without you