His future was assured. I’ll tell you why.
His father owned “Repairs and Parts Supply”.
Though only twelve, already Markie could
your median income at a glance descry
and whistle as he raised your engine’s hood.
With me, he mastered nothing. Didn’t try.
What need had he for Treaties of Versailles?
Before he came to school he’d greet the crew
he knew he would inherit, by and by,
and sell a solenoid – or maybe two.
My classroom, in those days, happened to lie
across the schoolyard. Out of habit, I
arrived before the others. There I’d sit
completely unobserved by prying eye,
and grade some papers, daydream how to quit.
Young Markie would approach me on the sly,
just me and him, alone at Fleetwood High:
his head appeared around my door to shout
(it never varied – what a funny guy)
“Just sort your life out, sir!” and then run out.
Some jokes are full-on funny, some are wry:
and humour sometimes makes us want to cry:
our choices, often hard to justify.
My friends all wish, and say so with a sigh,
I’d followed Markie’s counsel. So do I.
The recent, decent, authorised remaster -
now deeper, fuller, meaningfully vaster,
it’s done its fifty years – this one’s a laster!
I don’t care if you’re reggaeton or Rasta,
you worship Satan, Seti, Zoroaster -
just play this baby for your priest or pastor –
it’s early Fleetwood Mac, but cooler, faster –
so get it grooving on your ghetto blaster!
Abandon Grand Theft Auto, drop your Dune,
and scrap your Patti Smith and Patti Boone:
just get more Gilmour (boy, that boy can croon!)
and Roger Waters, nicely out of tune:
the rest is paltry. Daltrey’s picayune.
I’ll meet you on the Dark Side of the Moon!
If fusty galaxies twirl like Shakespearian poetry,
is astrology a tragedy or a comedy?
Are there clusters of uppercase in outer space,
the remnants of metaphors that broke up like meteors?
My universe is full of orphaned verse,
and perverse alien names all have hyphens.
Quatrains swirl across the ecliptic plane,
and sonnets streak by like comets.
Argh! Where’s a pencil - too late - the thought’s gone.
Ever lose something essential - cause you couldn’t find a pencil?
It’s ok though, it’s not just me and not just you.
Black holes are swallowing Haiku too.
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Songs for this:
Hypnotized by Fleetwood Mac
Theme for a Nude Beach by The B-52's
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I saw a line with something like, “universe of orphaned verse,” in a poem a few days ago. The idea of celestial words rhyming with writing terms ‘mused’ me. I’ve been looking for the author to credit them (hello, computer searches). If you know the guilty party, please let me know.
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*No, this is NOT a sonnet, it’s just the name
I took my love, I took it down Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the* snow covered hill
'Til the landslide brought me down Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life? Mmm
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes bolder children get older
And I'm gettin' older, too 2x
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life around you
But as time makes you bolder children get older
And I'm gettin' older too, I'm gettin' older, too
take my love and take it down you climb a mountain you turn around
if you see my reflection in a snow covered hill
the landslide brought it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, a landslide brought it down, let the landslide bring it down.
Note to readers, the lyrics are not my own, but property of Fleetwood Mac
as title suggests.
A hit tune off 'Rumours'
Artists are Fleetwood Mac
Amazing musicans!
Also a sea bird with
An enormous wing span
Airborne beauty in flight
Alternate name - Gooney
Moses Fleetwood
Him and his brother first African American
To play in Major League Baseball
Rejected by the white citizens and players
Wanted to play continual for the Majors
Left and played for the minor leagues
Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper
Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read
“First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A.
Walker
6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
A rainy hike following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!
A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.
Not many Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight.
Tired, wet, and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home.
A rainy hike
following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!
A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird crap adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.
Not even Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight.
Tired, wet and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home.
I sat in the kitchen, Mum stood at the sink,
the radio nattered away,
when all of a sudden she stopped washing the pots,
a Fleetwood Mac song started to play.
It was 'Albatross', “ We used to both dance to this,
a Slow Foxtrot, your Dad and me,
come on, grab my hand, have a go, learn the steps
it is easy to do, as you'll see ”.
We stood face to face, hand in hand and began,
as she walked through the steps like a pro,
I tried to pick up both the rhythm and steps
without crushing all of her toes.
We moved round the floor in a figure of eight,
by the end of the song not too bad,
and with a smile on her face, both eyes closed,
for a second,
she danced Slow Foxtrot with my late Dad.
Billy Ray Cyrus sings of a state of mind
Donovan of periwinkle shells
The Bionaut's of streams aquamarine
Paul McCarty rocked about those bells
Carole King about a royal hue
Frank Sinatra croons of sapphire skies
Fleetwood Mac has album Cerulean
Brian Wilson cries of shades of eyes
Blu Cantrell of cobalt powder
Big Moe has lyrics about teal green
Double Trouble turquoise teardrops
Jake Bugg beautiful indigo horizons
July 15, 2016
Brevity in Blue Contest by Dale Gregory Cozart
Fifth Place
steamy dreams of
sharing midnight magic
to fleetwood mac
AP: 1st place 2021
Hello sunrise woman,
bring your perfect light right here to me
Start the new day calling,
soft upon a breeze so warm and free
Let me feel your whispers,
warm against my skin this summer day
Take me with you,
down along a stream where we can play
Beneath these heavens so blue,
dreaming of you,
seeing every beauty above
Sweet like the dawning dew,
everything new,
here in every moment I love
Tell me all your secrets,
say to me what no one else can hear
Whisper softly,
let me feel your sunrise shimmers near
Hold me closely,
in your arms of fragrance on the air
Say you love me,
in these hours the two of us now share
Now let me know your kiss,
one I will miss,
more than anything I can know
Then lay me down to sleep,
always to keep,
visions of your soft morning glow
Hello sunrise woman...
Watching Fleetwood Mac in concert, Stevie singing Gold Dust Woman as I wrote this. :)
Set to the Albatross, by Fleetwood Mac. (Hum along).
On love and astral travelling,
Through the stars we're wandering,
On the Universe we're pondering,
My eternal love, Napoleon,
Intangible man, but full of fun,
Our jewelled cloak of stars,
We've journeyed from afar,
Shape shifting, glittering,
On love and astral travelling,
I'm no Carlos Santana,
I have no scarlet bandana,
I am the oestrogen,
Old Josephine,
Where haven't we been?
I have no testosterone,
You're my "Yes, master," Napoleon.....
On love and astral travelling,
Sentimentally wandering,
Are you Angelus or Incubus?
Reminiscing, reflecting-----
Comical groupies for loving,
On love and astral travelling.......
Joy! Just saw a picture of my boy at Fleetwood...
All those years ago by Quayside Music and Fruity Louis.
It was a good photo, as well, with a yellow tram
turning to corner on trusty rails.
It was lovely to see him, once more at age of six,
our both planning our tram-filled day,
and then the excitement of the night to come
when all illuminations would shine in fun.
6/30/2015
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