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Arriving here at last at the house beside the sea
Through open red gate we are keen to explore her
Each room so unique with its very own persona
Full of calming vibrations and her welcoming aura
Charming works of art are displayed upon her walls
With fascinating artifacts from all around the World
Travel books galore from Bangkok to Cote d'Azur
Transporting us to foreign climes - our stress is now unfurled
We awaken every morn at the very crack of dawn
To the beauty of a sunrise full of red and orange hues
Such a glorious way for us to start a brand new day
Standing on our balcony we catch the most spectacular view
And then to the sea ~ her rock pools full of treasures
Displaying each and every day her many shades of blue
Upon the sands her daily ebb and flow creating sculptures
As a string of her white horses comes galloping through
Now we prepare to leave this stunning house beside the sea
Many thanks are left behind from all the family
So packing up our bags we bid our final farewell
And vow we will return one day ~ my family and me
2nd September 2019
Inspired by a week away at the most awesome house – it was on the beach…
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Dance is like fire
Been around and for quite a while
Seducing youth
Bringing juice to those old with no tooth
The body and rhythm are beauty and time
Even if real beauty is buried in the mind
Dance like the dead
Whom ever you may be
For the dance is within
Both you and me
It’s in our souls
Even if our legs know not the goal
The human spirit dances each day
Even when war sends bullets your way
Stand up and dance for all mankind
For dancing shall defeat the evil ones mind
Dance with the stars
Dance with the moon
Dance with Arthur and Lisa
The limousine has more room!
Whether in New York or Bangkok
The dance doesn’t understand any clock
The rhythms’ come from deep within
So kiss a dancer and have a wee little sin
Be united, and show your smiles
That’s how we shall march over all the miles
Defeating those who dare to say
Loving others is not the right way!
There was love in phases.
Phase I – Korean Cultural Center, Delhi
It was wrapped in the kimbap, served
with soy sauce on the side – only one
had to ask for it. We wanted to hold hands,
and keep holding – only one had to ask for it.
Love came, saw us with the kimbap,
and left, without asking first, empty-stomached.
Phase II – Siolim, Goa
You would be surprised at what I do
for love. It was tucked deep under our bed.
We looked for it, begged it to find us; it refused
to show – this time, asking did not help. There was
a cosmic rendezvous in the sky that night, yet
ours remained absent.
Phase III – Queen Street Station, Glasgow
It was in the seeds we fed the ravens. It is
impressive how easily they follow you, it is
even more impressive how easily I followed.
Goodbye seemed easy; it healed something that
I did not realise needed healing – this time, I did
not ask.
Phase IV – Lumpini Place, Bangkok
I remember packing it; it is kept somewhere safe,
yet I can no longer find it. Bits of it left in places
where it was felt the strongest – no one asked for it.
There was love in phases, and in phases where
it became a memory.
Multitudes enter the venue
all know there's something Entre Nous
You Take a Friend to find your place
it's time to just Cut to the Chase
All Losing It, the lights go down
Signals a start to the Countdown
Vital Signs race to Larry, Curly, and Moe
a Distant Early Warning that starts the show
Can't Resist that sound, distinctive
while The Stars Look Down it seems instinctive
The Spirit of Radio starts (with an attitude)
up on your feet you're In the Mood
Making Memories with a Headlong Flight
and straight on into The Color of Right
Might they play The Necromancer
or maybe even Fancy Dancer
Tom Sawyer starts a wild frenzy
One Little Victory follows unrelentingly
No Ghost of a Chance they'd play Cygnus X-1
but books one AND two - they aren't even done
only Intermission
Presto - back with 2112
how far back will they delve
A Passage to Bangkok brings you to Tears
then showing four aspects of their Fears
While Mystic Rhythms start to grow
O Baterista is next, as we all know
YYZ, Working Man both kick ass
Natural Science and then The Pass
Makes The Body Electric and Time Stand Still
knowing you are Here Again of your own Freewill
They Test for Echo seeing all still alive
Red Barchetta makes sure you can drive
Trees stand tall in Cities of Gold that are Seven
swaying themselves under the starry heaven
Limelight shines in La Villa Strangiato
Wish Them Well for it is time to go
But We Hold On....
Malignant Narcissism starts the encore
Spindrifts into The Snow Dog and By-Tor
One can only Hope it's not the last tour
Closer to Your Heart than ever Before(and After)
In the End you know
you are Finding Your Way back home
endlessly rocking
endlessly rocking under starry heavens
As the Caravans travel onwards
riding out into a heartless sea
Remember what, to you, brought these words
Dirk, Lerxst, Pratt, and the lonely letter of E.
song/album titles/partial lyrics-Lee/Lifeson/Peart ©
Saudade for friends I have lost
as I get older
I lose more people
every year
more people I knew
have died moving on
and I mourn their lost friendship
wished I had been
a better friend for them
and knew them better
and with the corona virus
spreading around the world
I will lose so many more
in the coming year
as the virus spreads
its malignancy far and wide
I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister
due to a freak illness in 2007
and my mother
due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
and my father-in-law as well in 2007
Demel Tucker
high school debate teammate
dead of HIV in 1995
Julian Bartley and his son
died in a terrorist bombing
in Nairobi in 1998
Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000
Paul Simon friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004
Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack in 2007
Chris Richard
one of my former bosses
from my days in Bangkok
dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014
and so many others
I have lost
along the way
and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old in the corona era
The heart of Dubai, dreams collide,
I’m a shadow the World can’t find.
Tijuana whispers on cold nights,
Lost in reflection under city lights.
Every corner feels like home,
Crowds mask where I roam.
Barcelona or Singapore’s tears,
Hiding in hotels from my fears.
Glass hotels, safe from love's embrace,
Open skies above but an empty space.
Know each city’s soul, I can't let them in,
Every heartbeat a reminder of my sin.
Aberdeen rain falling, sip Majorca wine,
Each drop a memory, chances lost in time.
Bangkok calls to stories not yet told,
Behind closed windows of silk and gold.
Yokohama’s sun never warms my heart,
Laughter echoes, when it all fell apart.
Trace lines of maps, tattoos on my skin;
Cities are familiar, how they pull me in.
My glass hotels, safe from love's embrace,
Open skies above me but an empty space.
Know each city’s soul, I can't let them in,
Every heartbeat a reminder of my sin.
Here I'll hide forever from the pain;
A traveler trapped in invisible chains.
One day I'll break free and go outside
I'm a ghost with no where else to hide.
In glass hotels, silence guards the night,
Open skies above, still holding on tight.
Each city’s pulse, veins beneath my skin;
Love a distant memory, haunts me again.
A young man, driving from work, my car would steer,
for some panang curry and Singha beer
Chao Krung restaurant, my favorite cuisine -
and Bangkok, Thailand in my dream.
A young artist, as I well recall,
painted Bangkok at night on an entire wall,
I can still see the city lights gleam,
the other City of Angels in my dream.
We were young. My, she was pretty.
I offered to show her the L.A. city,
the Angeles forest, a Malibu beach scene,
with my new Bangkok, Thailand dream.
I took language lessons from a monk at Wat Thai,
learning to speak Thai for the apple of my eye.
I was surely in love, and it would seem,
one day, I'd live my Bangkok, Thailand dream.
I look back fondly at memories afar,
her mother teaching us to cook Lard Nar,
Oh, yes, I can remember every scene,
as I dwell on my Krung Tep, Thailand dream.
But in a year, we went separate ways,
though I have fond memories of those days.
A laughing God, made fate intervene,
to the back of my mind went my Bangkok dream.
The friendly Thai people live in the Land of Smiles,
but, from L.A., it's eight thousand miles.
Over the years, my mind construed a scheme,
to visit Bangkok, Thailand, a forty-year dream.
My back is bad. I'm old. I don't travel well.
Planes and conveyances are living hell,
but I'm Googling "business class, supreme".
I can't lose my Bangkok, Thailand dream.
JOYFUL and JANKY
Bay of Bengal swells, bubbles to boast
of huge tidal waves to dash, thrash, on coast.
Amazing enchanting trip to Thailand.
Exciting venture of sail on speed boat.
Patayia, Bangkok, Phuket we covered.
Peerless treasures of Ocean were observed.
Submarine voyage was just wonderful.
Astonishing sea-view was discovered.
A glamorous gorgeous performance,
Fantastic show of Thailand chanced to glance.
Watched wild animals to walk free in park,
Gigantic big seal stood on tail to dance.
All along nice stay in five- star hotel.
Last day occurrence was janky to tell.
Travel agent arranged horrible meal
on dirty road side: ‘A Terrible tale.’
10/17/ 16
Your Last Janky Experience by Tanis Troutman
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Since
I’ve
NESTED IN •>
brazen
Bangkok
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ROUND THE CLOCK
I STROLL BRIGHT
DISTRICT BLOCK
~~~~~~ You can tell
~~~~~~ from my gait
~~~~~ I’m not very
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though deep under
I AM QUITE
A COCK
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Yet my • • free range
is short ^ lived
till ~ when
SHOWS UP OVER BOSSY MOTHER HEN
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she will peck back to chicken
me off stage > Coop Cage
I AM _____ STRUTTING
RED _____ DISTRICT
TILL _____ THEN
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Gossip Kills Writers’ Cramp
Gossip Kills
Sam Adams
Often thought of the adage
That Gossip kills.
He was both a great gossiper
A great storyteller
Had the Irish wit
Of his mother.
But he had been the victim
Of malicious gossip
Over the years.
For Sam was also a player
In the game of seduction
And had broken many a heart
Along the way.
And sometimes those whose affections
He had broken with
Would return and take revenge
On him.
Returning sarcastic comments
For sarcastic comment
And letting gossip do its dirty work.
All fair in love and war
Sam thought.
While nursing a beer
In the Cosmos Bar.
In Bangkok.
The City of Lost Angels.