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for-Father Poetry Contest, Sponsored by: Silent One
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his childhood stories told
of when he was
a little scottish boy
grey days...freezing nights
the only way to keep out the bite
was the fires flames a roaring
"tis wasn’t much-but it was me home"
he would say
in his broad accent
but...i could never hear it
when war came
and his father did his duty
[a hero within a young boy`s eyes]
his spinster Aunt came to stay
"I had two mums in those days,"
he would often say-
in his broad accent
but…i could never hear it
he would often tell me
how he collected coal by the railway lines
to add to the night time fire
or the day when a Luftwaffe bomber was shot down
and crashed into a field near his childhood home
he would talk about
nights spent in air raid shelters
or the nights sitting in the dark
he would often say
"you cannae show the hun the way to London"
in his broad accent
but…i could never hear it
the silent piper greeted visitors at the door
he would always welcome them with a "G`day"
and a glass of whisky
[always a cheap one]
but there was something not quite right
about the way he said "G`day"
in his broad accent
but…i could never hear it
its true with what they say about the
Scotch being stingy
[he would say he was just being thrifty]
example- when we left the lights on in a room empty
he would say
"Andre Carnegie doesn’t live here,"
in a sarcastic way
and in his broad accent
but…i could never hear it
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explanations of words used in this poem
townhill-a scottish village just outside of dunfermline
G'day-an Aussie greeting for hello
Andre Carnegie-Scottish-American industrialist and philanthropist.[born in
dunfermline immigrated to usa aged 12]
##dad migrated to australia in 1951
The concept of a top ten, is a wonderful choice
For Joe Flach's contest, your words become your voice
Typically for me, music comes first
Below are my ten, please read and rejoice
In alphabetical order, these ten you may have heard
If you know the tunes, please sing along to the words
If I ever win the lottery, I shall book the Carnegie Hall
And invite all the Soupers to sing and have a ball
AC/DC, from the album "Let There Be Rock"
"Whole Lotta Rosie" with whom Bon Scott defrocked
Black Sabbath, from the album of the same name
Black Sabbath being the track, tolling bells in the falling rain
Deep Purple, with "Made in Japan" from the year 1972
"Smoke on the Water" resonates, Montreaux through and through
Ferry, Bryan, a Geordie, "Another Time, Another Place"
"Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" his voice in wonderful grace
Mellencamp, John Cougar, awesome with "The Golden Jubilee"
"Hot Dogs And Hamburgers" taking an Indian girls liberty
Pink Floyd, with their always inspirational "The Dark Side Of the Moon"
"Time" simply out of this world, eventually where we all go soon
Queen, Rock's Royalty, Queen II is the album for me
"Father to Son" to my father, I have grown up to be like he
Rush, the Canadian three piece, "Moving Pictures" from Toronto they are
"Red Barchetta" of Italian design, a gorgeous sleek sports car
Thin Lizzy, with their 1978 "Live and Dangerous" tour
"Emerald" with Gorham and Robertson, twin guitarists so pure
UFO - with their classic "Strangers in the Night"
"Love To Love" what a ballad, the Rock bands just get them so right
I really often love to cross country
here in Scotland, that's not very far
Dunfermline is a place I'm fond of
home of Carnegie, it's brightest star
Carnegie gave the town a park
it's so large, lovely and green
full of birds of many different types
but there was a special one I seen
These were lovely grey squirrels
so often loved to have a walk
round this beautiful green park
looked as if they wanted to talk
They acted as if they knew you
looking for a feed of a nut or two
trees were their favourite climb
amazing watching them so in time
Such a delight watching them
scampering around all over the place
this is nature at its most appealing
seeing all its creatures at their pace
Really love travelling across Scotland
from here in the west across to the east
Dunfermline my fav place over in Fife
just being there you don't want to cease
Pittencrieff Park I really love it
so full of grass taking many a route
uphill and down breathe in cool air
many tree types bear seed from root
It's famous son purchased it 1902
then gave it back to his home town
Andrew Carnegie world billionaire
left with little to U.S. to gain crown
So much wildlife around to feast upon
grey squirrels, many birds among woodland
lovely brook runs throughout the ground
water trickling over stones so grand
So that's something of my favorite place
bringing one a sense of it's worth
fun and peace for all the family
memories to kindle one all from birth
(Just some thoughts on my favorite park in Scotland to go and walk to enjoy its nature.
The Andrew Carnegie statue in the park for he bought the park for the people of his home town Dunfermline.)
Music drifted down all over me
From the apartment up above;
A piano piece from a symphony
Played with care and love.
I simply laid back and closed my eyes
Letting the music caress my soul.
By its beauty I was mesmerized;
Thanking the pianist was my goal.
I went upstairs one Saturday
And I knocked upon the door.
I heard the piano being played;
It was a Chopin score.
Then a little voice spoke to me;
Said, “I cannot let you in.
I’m all alone without Mommy
And I am only ten.”
I said, “I thought I heard a piano live;
It must just be from a tape.
I live in Apartment 2-0-5;
Sorry for my mistake.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, do I play too loud?
I practice every day.
I’m just trying to make my father proud;
Last year he passed way.”
“No, the music is truly beautiful;
I bet it makes your Daddy smile.
I just wanted to say ‘Thank you’
I’m enjoying it all the while.”
Later that night came a knock on my door;
I wondered who it could be.
I’d never had any visitors before –
It was that girl and her Mommy.
“I just wanted to say, ‘Thank you’
For the compliment that you gave.
Do you really think that what you said is true;
My Daddy is smiling from his grave?”
For years I listened to this prodigy
Perfecting her perfect gift;
Sometimes she played a tune just for me,
When my spirits needed a lift.
Last night I went to Carnegie Hall;
Got to sit with the V.I.Ps.
Her performance was welcomed with a great applause
And she smiled and bowed to me.
She grabbed my arm as I was walking home -
They had long since moved away -
She said, “You know, I never again felt left alone
Ever since you knocked on our door that day.”
I said, “I am sure that your Dad is proud,
And, if it’s okay, so am I.
I’ve never heard people cheer so loud.”
And, a tear came to her eye.
I met her in a pawn shop on a warm summer night
When running from the rubble of my shattered life
To sell a broken dream that would never come true
An engagement ring to pay for the rent that was due
There she lay sleeping in a battered rosewood bed
Heart strings breaking in a rusty sea of velvet red
So hauntingly beautiful, she took my breath away
Violin - an old reject who would change my life that day
So I bought Violin and lived out on the street
And played Rhapsody in Blue as coins fell at my feet
And soon we had a little flat high above the Bay
And every day, I got better with every note I played
Today I am a maestro playing Carnegie Hall
My name in lights blinking on a Marquee Wall
For it was I who saw myself in Violin
A tarnished soul and the beauty buried there within
Author: Elaine George
Written: 2013
~Roger Williams~
(Acrostic)
R-oger Williams, his music is timelessly delightful.There's no
O-ther in the world like him.He started to play piano at age three.A
G-raduated of I.S.U.Drake University,and Julliard School of Music.Performed at
E-very major venue,Carnegie Hall,the Hollywood Bowl,and the White House.He's
R-eferred as the "Pianist for Presidents" because of his later performances.Roger
W-illiams was born, Louis Weertz,(October 1,1924) in Omaha,Nebraska,U.S.
I-n high school,became interested in boxing,but then returned to music
L-ater on,only after breaking his nose and other injuries many times.He
L-ater majored in piano,and then enrolled in the U.S.Navy,served in World II.
I-n 1955, he recorded "Autumn Leaves"and reached #1 on billboard music charts.
A-fter that,he did,Born Free,Godfather,Romeo &Juliet,Evergreen and many
M-any more.On October 29,2004,was inducted into the Nebraska Hall of Fame
S-teinway Hall, found him celebrating his 81th birthday tickling the ivories.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.22.2015
Author Note:
A dedication poem for the very wonderful and talented,
pianist,Roger William (Mr.Piano)
Roger Williams
(1924-2011)R.I.P
Emma Riesgo
1897-1919
Alas, I was just a simple soul.
Born second in the corner house,
Over on old Washington Street,
Just a short stroll,
From the college there,
My mother labored for 9 hours
In the sweating shadows,
Upstairs there,
In my dead grandmother’s bed,
And out I slunk wet and slippery,
Gasping but not suffocating.
When Mr White brought me here,
My, but the ride was bumpy!
Up Greenleaf Avenue I rode,
In Mr. White’s old horse-drawn hearse,
Past the Carnegie Library,
And all those stones there,
Past the Greenleaf Hotel,
And its broad veranda there,
Then left the hearse tentatively turned,
Onto flowery old Broadway Street,
Past the double-towered school there,
On pleasant Pickering Street,
Past the fences and the dusty walls,
Past the granite tombstones
Of this bleak locale.
My friends, life was just a blink of the eye for me.
Just a simple soul,
Who found love at last,
In the cold dusty embrace
Of these old walnut trees here.
Written April 1, 2014
I hear the piano pounding through the years
From the old bohemian man across the way
Who's clearly lost his way
In the old abandoned attic above Mr. Guthrie's railway
The strands of lightless lights across the room
Like clothes lines in a Bavarian countryside
Or zip lines to lands far away
His mind does wander from time to time about the time that's passed away
His dreams are only sand in the hourglass
Down to its last grain
Despite the arthritic pain
The piano sounds of a child's exuberance
A teenage prodigy with plans of Carnegie Hall
Not the elderly man who sits before us, cane in hand
With only his hope to lose
Only his dreams left to pawn away
Yet there is still beauty in the old bohemian man
Who's clearly lost his way
Can I take your ear and tell you what I’m doing here
And will you stay to hear me through… as I relate my tale to you
All the people sleeping here are free forever of all fear
For one, I’ve left a red rose which I water with a tear
So look around at all the plots at all those final resting spots
And nettles of which there are lots, and dead plants stood in pots
But here you’ll see a cross of wood in memory of someone good
Who’d run to me, with wide spread arms and kiss me where I stood
I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now
And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow
I’d hoped and planned like any man, I bought for her a baby grand
And though I bought it second hand, I knew she’d understand
And she had practiced night and day, and, boy, that girl could surely play
She’d play Carnegie Hall some day… and then she went away
She was my day, she was my night, she was my dark, she was my light
She was the reason I would fight, in situations tight
That old road leads to nowhere; only drunks and lovers go there
And she pushed me clear before a drunk took her without a care
I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now
And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow
So now I tread my path alone, not many numbers in my phone
And all my music is a drone, my world is monotone
And all my loves and all my hates are memorised like awful dates
Aside from she I speak of who now dwells beyond his gates
My hourglass has emptied slow but now I feel it’s time to go
Please witness this, my final throw; I want the world to know
That as I walked this unlit road until approaching headlights glowed
I wore my darkest clothing out of fear they might have slowed
I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now
And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow