Long Bowie Poems
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"Escalating the Muse"
Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty
from the
Book of Truth,
a page moored
in transparent skin
;
Black,
tattooed ceremonially
on the tongue
speaks diaphonous
Freedom
Written on the body
stretches stories ripped
and tall, they are torn,
a small revolution
amongst the crowds of
alphabet coding
in a tight sealed tin
akin to a
Can of Campbell’s Soup
Escalates the
Muse
Written in the body
a work of art, beautiful,
pure and stubborn centred,
dirt muddied yet,
clean stripped,
balanced for the
Laymen betwixt
Papillon
folded Wings,
en stasis,
looks through the Chrysalis
towards the you in gilded story
the Higher requires analyses,
there She thinks,
writes the Muse
tattooed on the tongue
Words
projecting Muse to
Escalation
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb/gvlm
for my daughter,
Georgia
;
"LUX VITAE"
"Brûle-moi" / Jean-Louis Murat
https://youtu.be/M6l_sQQ8lS0
"Distractions" / Zero 7
https://youtu.be/6ng6IKp8uao
"What New York Couples Fight About" / Morcheeba
https://youtu.be/RUE0J2UvThM
"Golden Years" / Bowie
https://youtu.be/JUuRGRcY9O0
Battement de coeur dans
;
Battement de coeur vers l'extérieur
A mate of Musk, I’m told I’m going soon
(if NASA still exists, this side of June):
the lack of oxygen might make me swoon
- my rear end is as puckered as a prune!
I feel I ought to leave a happy tune,
an album by somebody who can croon.
That swallows effort, warbled by Pat Boone,
or Herman’s Hermits leader, Peter Noone?
Perhaps a piece of marble, nicely-hewn?
Amid the regolith, randomly strewn,
A DVD by National Lampoon?
The one with David Bowie – what’s it – Dune?
The Brooke Shields epic movie, “Blue Lagoon”?
That stoned director (Stone) gave us “Platoon” –
or how about “Five Weeks in a Balloon”?
"The Well of Bluebird Eggs"
Treasure discovered
at the bottom of
The Well
Lost marbles
become Bluebird eggs
the Ravens crack and collect
Jewels in their serious beaks
their furious flapping wings
fly away like thieves opening new sentences
rapturous poetic recidivists
further upwards they journey
into a cloudless clear avian sky
The shells tossed like confetti
a marriage of blue investment
colours a new sky breaking the yolk
Burnished sun of gold
licks warmly the smile widening on
Kingfisher Blue
reverent and unruffled
overseeing the passion
from celestial view
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Aladdin Sane”/Bowie
https://youtu.be/bc-E78guBLI
refer "Title"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aladdin_Sane
The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Bread
Billy Joel and The Grateful Dead
Suzi Quatro, Styx, Kate Bush
Elton John, Yes, Kiss and Rush
Freda Payne, The Brothers Four
Dolly Parton, Sandie Shaw
The Jackson Five and Bruce Springsteen
Elvis Presley, Slade and Queen
David Bowie, The Beach Boys, Sweet
Rose Royce, Madness and The Beat
Dusty Springfield, Fox, Nick Drake
Neil Sedaka, Sparks, Greg Lake
Three Dog Night and The Ramones
Pink Floyd and The Undertones
Blue Öyster Cult, The Dave Clark Five
Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Golden Earring, Argent and
The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
Mott The Hoople, E.L.O
Dr. Hook and Status Quo
Skeeter Davis, Iggy Pop
Alice Cooper, ZZ Top
The Rev. Al Green and Steeley Dan
The Who, The Jam and Steeleye Span
The Monkees, Abba, Cream and Free
Lynyrd Skynrd, 10CC
Renaissance, Blondie and The Clash
The Faces, Love and Wishbone Ash
The Moody Blues, Deep Purple, Mud
Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Bob Dylan and The Shangri Las
The Kinks. The Birds. The Doors. The Cars
The Seekers and Roberta Flack
The Drifters, T. Rex, Fleetwood Mac
Tina Turner, Prince, James Brown
..And all the music from Motown.
I first saw her at an outdoor cafe
patting her dog cozying under the table,
with her dark sunglasses and her fluorescent yellow jacket,
inspecting the crowd.
"May I join you?" I asked and she didn't mind.
Inevitably we started a friendly chit chat and
she said she had a lot on her mind, school and all,
and I told her what was really on my mind,
looking for a date to enjoy Summer together.
"I could be your date," she jolted and so we began
on a more serious footing within minutes, asking
questions that were relevant on our mind.
Did she like sports and what was her favorite movie?
She said she was more into music than movies and
was a fan of David Bowie.
I too had eclectic taste and liked musicals.
We talked incessantly about Bowie and his 'Little China Girl'. Her
mother was Spanish from Central America, her father a linguist,
conveniently aiding the ruse.
She asked me if I liked dogs and
Yes I said wondering how old hers was? She said 12 and then I
wondered if that was not too old for a dog and she said she hoped not.
We were clearly a match and I had to rush to work and we exchanged numbers
and that's when I noticed for the first time she was blind.
How deftly the eye deceives. She was concealing herself in plain sight.
Of course, she knew how quickly this could make me disappear, but I
queried further.
Losing your eyes is easier than you can imagine, she said, recounting the moment she was caught at a Paris demo, a curiosity factor with the gilets jaune, and the ruthless police spray, blinding hundreds, and then I was thinking, maybe she wants a younger husband in her tender age, my
premonition told me of her absolute future devotion to me, until the day she
touched the bald spot and then our love lost its innocence.
Touch here,
sink your finger in my head, but it was for my lips that her finger
hushed me, just like Bowie's little China girl.
I choose to YouTube.
When famous people die,
You get to look back fondly at their lives.
You get to see what they accomplished;
You get to read what people write.
You get images never seen before;
You open whole new doors.
You learn the truth and the lies;
All truth is revealed in due course.
When famous people die,
You find out who really deserves to be in ‘Who’s who.’
You remember their contribution to the world
And you wonder; what could I do?
How could I do something to earn that fame, that respect?
You wonder if your life, when you are taken,
Will have had any kind of effect.
When famous people die,
You become nostalgic for a youth long since gone.
When a famous person dies,
You remember them in poetry or in songs;
Or you remember their songs,
Or the movies they made during their life.
When a famous person dies,
Some of them become more famous,
Than they ever did when they were alive.
Remember fame brings you immortality;
So find yourself a way.
Amy Winehouse, Michael Jackson;
Kurt, Bowie and Prince.
I really liked them all when they were alive…
I have loved their music since.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
"Night Flight"
the sky is
an open eye
blue as the
Orpheus ocean
clear in the
shallows' grit
naivety irritates it
birthing hard gems
it calls in
from beneath
the undertow
a new dawn
Morpheus deep
bipolar colours
unrecognisable
hues and tones
true tides
swiftly turn and
show themselves
for what they are
fair weather
in dark and light
there are monsters
always somewhere
casting their rods
fishing
for ulterior victory
displeased,
viscerally calm
hear their believable
impassioned pleas for peace
bought for the price
of freedom
there is no need
to bargain for bait
the fish swim to the hook
like well rehearsed sheep
the sky like a hawk watching
grey and heavy hooded
removed from it all
ghostly like a ghost
still and unobserved
watching, waiting
for humanity to call
the most feared
and loved,
in us all
it watches
day and night
it watches
us all
acknowledging
our slow fall
watching sad warriors
waiting
like sitting ducks
for the perfect storm
to close the call
to close
its eyelids
once and for all
the sky watches
it watches us all
it dreams of peace
to sleep without
the heart loaded
as a broken weapon
trigger ready, deadly
the calibre
of man,
well oiled
their noise is
desultory
no function
no form
but they are trigger ready
deadly, the calibre of man
well oiled
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Nite Flights"/Bowie
https://youtu.be/xeGs4yJrZVY
"There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs"
CLOSE THE SKY/Ukraine
https://www.openpetition.eu/petition/online/people-around-the-world-ask-nato-to-close-the-airspace-over-ukraine
calibre, noun
1.
the quality of someone's character or the level of their ability.
2.
the internal diameter or bore of a gun barrel.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus
LYRICS/ "Night Flights", Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-nite-flights-lyrics
“Painting Dragons in One Stroke”
Beware of angels
with big guns
falling for you
they lose their wings
it’s like clipping nails
they grow back again
eventually
the sun shine comes out to play
the rain springs a well
in the heart good for dipping
sharp fountain pens bloodied
swords brush a new page
alternately pressing
strong and lightly
against the canvas of you
triumphantly sheer
silky as feathers
delectably drawn,
in perilous
Rapture Blue
delicately tasted
as in a ceremony
novelly naked
addressed and undressed
against the glass wall
your true vulnerability
embraced and seen through
ippitsuryu
painting dragons in one stroke
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Moonage Daydream"/ Bowie
https://youtu.be/RPUAldgS7Sg
Opps! must be dead,
looks like the pearly gates,
Rough guy levitates towards me,
think I know his face,
St Peter, I need some help
trying to get into this place,
I’ll let you enter kiddo,
but my identity you mistake,
I’m Lemmy from Motorhead,
and these are rocknroll gates.
What! where the hell am I,
bet my drink got laced,
Musical heaven my friend,
come on let’s get spaced,
Sure thing, have you got
any weed, also love a pint,
Hey that’s my middle name,
I’ve just rolled a hardcore joint,
Guess who’s on tonight,
Jimi Hendrix tops the bill,
His new girlfriends, a foxy lady,
he’s even covering my overkill,
Hows Bon Scott, haven’t
heard from him in a while,
Drinking vodka in the bar,
hitting highway to hell in style,
I’d love to see Cobane,
that guy could really write a song,
Yeah still in rehab, his will is good,
be out before too long,
This is some kickass place,
when was it conjured up,
Jagger came up with the idea,
wanted his own club,
No way! he’s definitely alive,
I seen the stones last year,
afraid overdosed on brown sugar,
Devil had sympathy, let him reappear,
Wow this black cannabis stuff,
is really kicking in,
Can we go see a show,
but please not that infernal din,
Oh ignore him, Conway Twitty,
turning this place into a zoo,
Just hangs around the gates,
heaven banned him too,
Mercury, Bowie, George michael
did they make the cut,
I’ll let you in on a secret
we don’t see them very much,
Well Freddie didn’t settle,
said he wanted to break free,
Ziggy’s here ok, all time low,
after splitting from gene genie
And for George, lost his faith,
normally stays around the loo,
Watch out for Jim Morrison,
lighting fires, gets roadhouse blues
Wow I’m wasted Lemmy,
how come your not allowed on stage,
What! oh the straight jacket,
don’t get me into a rage,
That nasty war stuff I collected,
got me sent to hell,
My noisy music drove satan crazy,
left me here for a spell,
Well nice meeting you Lemmy,
I’m off to see the show,
God was never on your side,
better off down below.
By
David Kavanagh.
Modern times and politics tend to leave me cold
So I close my eyes and fantasize about the days of old
I’d travel back to Nottingham to serve the common good
And join the ranks of Little John, Friar Tuck and Robin Hood
I would be dashing and daring with my sword raised in the air
Fighting kings and princes for the hand of my lady fair
Sometimes I’d be a pirate, rollicking fun and pleasure
Sailing with Long John Silver, looking for buried treasure
I’d travel back to Ancient Egypt in the hot desert sand
Aid the escape by Moses to find the Promised Land
In Ireland you might find me, hiding out in a little town
Helping my fellow countrymen rebel against the crown
Then I’d be a cowboy riding the bull in the rodeo
Or standing side by side with Sam Bowie in Old San Antonio
Oh to be in Philadelphia in seventeen seventy five
Declaring independence, bringing liberty alive
In seventeen eighty nine, with a heart that’s filled with zeal
I would help the proud French citizens in storming the Bastille
I’d be a rebel and a cowboy, a pirate and a king
A bandit and a movie star, I’d laugh and dance and sing.