Encore, .... Encore,
En Plus "+"
"+ En Plus,
Strength's Might!
Two Fields, Two Field's Of Victories,
Our Climb!
It starts as a tickle, a gentle tease,
a whispered secret, like a breath of wind.
Then it swells and bursts, a joyous eruption,
a chorus of mirth, unleashing ripples of glee.
It knows no boundaries, no walls, no chains.
It traverses languages, cultures, and open country.
It unites the world in a harmonious song,
where in its embrace, we all belong.
In moments of sorrow, it’s a soothing balm,
a lifeline of hope and a comforting tranquility.
It brings solace to hearts burdened with hurt,
an antidote to sadness, a tender refrain.
It lingers in memories, forever preserved
in tales of laughter, our spirits aligned.
It paints our lives with vibrant hues,
nurturing bonds and deepening ties.
So let us cherish this gift, so scarce,
this symphony of joy that we all share.
Welcome its rhythm, an effervescent grace
that lifts the spirit and brightens our days.
Let us laugh with all our might,
ignite the world and let our spirits soar.
For in its magic, we all find release,
For laughter is life’s most precious encore.
Staring into
a crystal gaze
The throng is burning
purple haze
Music blaring
notes on fire
Crescendo glaring
demon ire
Staring into
a crystal gaze
The faces foreign
voices bade
In unison
their screams demand
Encored tribute
— to save the band
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Encore
David J Walker
The Straight-Line life will
find a way to wind
its way in time
Save the savings they say
for a future day
Save the savings for
play days and dates in a future
unsecured
I am the today onstage
there will be no encore
and therefor
No tomorrow
No yesterday
Are they electric curtains
Or simply strobe lights?
Shining beams upon
The bottom crimson creases.
Who knows because regardless,
Two beautiful voices
Continue to awe us.
An audience so appreciative.
Down passion's path we were led
until we could march no more
With appetence robustly fed
exhausted to our core
I lie beside you in love's soft bed
your taste still touching my lips
With love's scent lingering in my head
into the world of dreams, I slip
Until morning’s light, the darkness sheds
your soft skin glows like fire
I kiss you again from toe to head
rekindling our desire
wet sticky daydream
hands pinned down with tenderness
thundering applause
the violinist's orgiastic sweet spots
again, again, over and over and over...
he wraps his magical bow
around your yielding soul
filling you with visions
of uncharted forests, skies
peace never felt before...
you find yourself silently
screaming for someone
to share this ecstasy with ~
come join me
let us fly
to distant galaxies
of melody's imagination
A scientist by the name of Mulqueen
Wanted to create a Patrick's day scene
Some borax he ignited
The Irish were excited
When over town he sent clouds of bright green.
The crowds called an encore they did insist
Mulqueen quite drunk now he couldn't resist
To liven up the party
Mixed borax with TNT
And the town vaporised in a green mist.
Written 28th February 2021.
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Trinitrotoluene (TNT) is a very high explosive)
A Last Encore
Radiant shafts of light pierce the altar window
As memories, fragmented, slowly come of
Years long gone yet not forgotten,
For we knew each other well.
All gathered today
In memorial attire
Recall nothing of what we shared.
Ballads, country, rock, they
Roll around in my head
As I remember the backing I gave,
Side by side,
Stage right, every night.
Audiences enthralled by melodies
Known to all,
And always wanting more.
Separate lives from those of the day,
Unknown to that world,
Makes the telling seem strange.
Maybe a future venue awaits
Ensuring friendship and music never die,
Ray and I, together again,
Summers and Winters.
complete silence as the orchestra had finished the symphony
and final applause and salutes had brought down the curtain
but the director still staged tunes in the theatre of her mind
the cembalo envied the drums and the heartbeat got faster
as she mastered the triangle and trumpeted a simple refrain
sadly she had become stone deaf but was able to hallucinate
‘my truth my perception distorted reality but vigor nevertheless’
she had not left the stage when her cognition was at its best
now rather demented she managed to see clearly the trap door
bestowed by old age and the dubious benefits of longevity
lucidity had become feeble and fading enlightenment a curse
a purveyor of unwanted surrender and distractor from death
yet when her drapes drew closer she tore off her masked Self
sang revolutions pulled the trigger and went out with a bang
6th August 2020
I know just what to do
with that incense and these candles;
I’ll just go cut off all the lights
I know just how to vibe;
Sing to me with that guitar
so I can memorize your song;
So I can sing it when I need to
when everything feels wrong;
Sing to me with that guitar
fill my mind with only calm
so I can hear your echo floating,
Breathe a little easier in the dark;
So I’ll just go cut off all the lights
let the candle burn all night long;
I promise I’ll still want more
after every single song;
The desire will never flicker,
forever is never enough;
After every single song
I’ll give you what you want;
I’ll still be screaming,
“Hit me hard with an encore”.
The chords of wind plays
another song of dawn
each stroke a painting
behind the clouds,
slumber in my eyes
feel of dead throat
swallowed my last lyrics
Shall I ask for an encore
for the light of my reason?
Rain-grey days are the worst
for his presentation.
Weather's distraction
steals his thoughts
as it stills his soul.
Most days the others ignore
him, busy with their own
productions.
He is the only one who reads,
the others seem to sit and speak softly
to a polite and punctual
audience.
So he writes daily:
terse exclamations of love,
heated arguments with angels
and demons,
and even sad love songs,
but he never sings.
He only reads
with a broken voice
that mirrors his heart.
He's alone today with her
and she's ignoring him
as he finishes his latest work,
"...in eternity, love's a constant."
Silence, the passive killer of hope,
the enemy of every performer, ensues
as he folds the paper and tucks
it into his coat.
The rain taps lightly about his feet
as he kneels and kisses
the cold granite headstone
of the only true fan
he ever had.
I tripped upon some words
manifesting this line
but for the next
i might
take
my time
Watching rainbow
beams
flowing colour streams
from tips
of phoenix tails
just new born
and embers
bathe within the fire
of eternal sire
to watch its offspring's
final dawn
Adorn the words with letters
create spaces for the spaces
interlace the laced intern
combine the line
is written in the sand
No one understand
Welcome to my land
was your journey planned
dont clap
Just stand
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