Time was each bullet bore some name,
Each lens now does nigh but the same.
Privacy’s all but dead
If not on a deathbed,
Love at Coldplay? Ne’er a lens blame.
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Happenings |32.07.2025| humour, life, love
Note: Yes, privacy is all but dead. Social media have put it on a deathbed. If there’s any doubt, what happened recently in a public performance of Coldplay the ubiquitous lens should remove it.
Coldplay
All Chris’s pals started calling him yellow
He stopped playing ball took up the cello
His poor head is boiling
After such a roiling
Dunking it in the pool, helps him mellow
The spark in your eyes,
It draws my being in,
Left me mesmerized,
By the depth within.
The spark in your eyes,
They make your eyes glow,
They make your irises look nice,
But perhaps you’ll never know.
The spark in your eyes,
Are like a single candle’s flame.
The fire dances in that paradise,
Amidst the world’s pouring rain.
The sparks in your eyes,
I look at it with glee,
But then I realized,
The sparks were never me.
I’m guaranteed to get an N/A
If I write a poem on Coldplay
So I’ll pen the odd line
On a band so divine…
Then I’ll make Phillip Garcia’s day
Posted with kind permission from Phillip Garcia (who didn't want a poem about Coldplay submitted to his contest)
17th August 2016
The scientist spills her confection,
It was all yellow; her provisions,
Don't panic, whispered his green eyes,
Everything's not lost under these broken lights;
And broken clocks that hang low in space.
Come, pampered princess sit in my place,
Tonight I will fix you first instead,
Don't be in such a rush & quietly wait
For a message I only dreamt to sing,
On the chilly thoroughfares of Amsterdam,
Where we sat on the strawberry swing,
Now I can only say be careful where you stand;
Lost amongst death and all his friends.
Now your heart's beating at th' speed of sound,
Your royal violet hill swallow'd in the sea,
Living your crazy life you had had thy crown,
Now thy love resides in London's cemeteries.
I will see you soon back in our palace,
When God puts a smile upon your face.
[This is just a simple poem written with many of their song titles(how many can you spot?)]
I welcome the cold
Like music to my ears
Snow falling everywhere
Wiping off my tears
Treetops turn from green to white
Smiling down at me
Swaying to and fro
Longing to be free.
I hold you close all bundled up
Candles lit all over
Summer still trying hard
To heat the growing clovers
Time stands still outside and yet
The clock ticks on and on
The days roll by so slow
It seems I savor every song.
No Speed of Sound
No reason to look around
No reason to sleep
No reason to cry
No reason to leave the house
For why?
No reason to answer the phone
No reason to eat
No reason to run
You are my feast.
No reason to move
Because you move me
Like Coldplay
Like Music.
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