Long Harmonise Poems
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Ferdinand the frog was as mute as a swan
as his friends hopped to school one by one
he would sit on the rocks and silently cry
as the rest of the frogs sang a sweet lullaby
His sister and brother both had a fine voice
While Ferdinand just watched; he had no choice
they would choose the best spot and harmonise
serenading the group brought tears to his eyes
He puckered his mouth and pursed his lips
alas nothing came out except silence in drips
he stood on his back legs and tried to scream
but it was all in vain as he fell in the stream
It made him quite sad and his skin went pale
he broke out in warts, his health started to fail
his friends all gathered and laughed and joked
as Ferdinand slumped… then he finally croaked.
© 10/2/2014
In years to come it might be said,
‘I never realised this is where it led,
It just crept up, I just went with the flow
Nobody told me how things would go’.
Nobody explained what I took for granted
Would be taken, by those who commanded
That I conform and do not speak out
About the injustices they openly flout.
I cannot speak my mind for fear
That the thought police will soon appear
And erase my person from history
Nobody told me this is how it would be.
They divided the public into two
To ensure a rebellion would not ensue.
Then little by little they erased the past
By promising the changes wouldn’t last!
They told us in order to be secure
Further restrictions we should endure,
As Big pharma, tech and the media folk
Harmonise, to justify the lies they stoke.
Those who snitch on one another
Ensure the success of big brother
Not realising that their own fate
Will not be spared by those who hate!!
Let’s not let nineteen eighty four
Replace the way things were before.
Our freedom was fought and won with lives,
For what? A world they would today despise?
The vibrant colours of a Venice day
Are muted now, and drained to sombre grey,
As huddled shades of countless long past years,
Sharing their tears and ever constant fears,
Silent, intangible, diffused, now roam,
In tones of dank, primeval monochrome.
Sweet Melancholy breathes her mawkish air
As stony faces add their baleful stare,
Sightless, yet knowing well within their core
The days of pageant, and the grief, of yore.
These shifting nearly-souls of latter day
In sorrow, and against their will, they stay.
As pigeons bleakly view the scene below,
The church bells, softly stifled, peal, as though
In cotton wool. Canal sounds harmonise,
And gently rhythmic solace therein lies,
Easing the pain of those the city shuns,
Her unseen, phantom, long-forgotten sons.
In a dream, I see you shining as a star,
your beauty is a beacon that leads me,
you shine on me from near or from afar,
in my life, your love I shall ever see.
In a dream, I shall hold you close in love,
an embrace that shines bright as the sun,
I shall be your eagle, you shall be my dove,
you shall be with me until dream is done.
In a dream, I caress your beautiful form,
I lose myself in your eyes so divine,
you do give me calm from my inner storm,
as I feel your heart, it does merge with mine.
In a dream, your soft temple shall be mine,
believe in the dream that does sing, divine.
2.
In a dream, you now harmonise with me,
heart’s voices echo in the velvet night,
now hold on to me and we both shall see,
the wondrous glory of love’s shining light.
In a dream, you do lie with me by love’s shore,
you are the magical dream of desire,
come with me, we shall open up love’s door,
and our love shall become a raging fire.
In a dream, the moon it is shining down,
from you, I drink from the goblet of love,
within your soft eyes I do happily drown,
as our hearts are raised to Heaven above.
In a dream, our love can shine like a sun,
through stars of love, together we shall run.
3.
In a dream, your beauty shining so bright,
my beloved, show me your angel grace,
our love, it shall now shine with such delight,
I lose myself in your beautiful face.
In a dream, my love, it shall caress you,
love is the dream that we shall always share,
so softly our dream shall ever be true,
let us always share our love and our care.
In a dream, our love, it shall ever be,
I shall ever hold you close, in a dream,
love flows from me to you and you to me,
In a dream, we always know love supreme.
In a dream, you shine, whether near or far,
in a dream, I see you shining as a star.
Evening Quarters
And far away across the fields
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken
magic spell.
Sounding out to loneliness
soothing whispers to bereaved.
Grace confirmed by carillon
they live on, who believed.
As night call changes herald summer, echoes
summon hope
the pious soul ascending with
each pull upon the rope.
Forged in fire, tuned by blade
twelve sisters harmonise
bearing witness through the centuries
for those we've lost will rise.
'Breathe- reprise' by Pink Floyd
For contest 'music to my ears', sponsored by Silent one.
Now I fly !
May my gifts spread across our
blue-green Globe as I return to Sky
may my smile ripple in open hearts
as I dance on an orange horizon
may my healings remain
remembered balms and my
presence a white feather in
your cocked hat
May my meals remain flavourful
tastes on your tongue and my
touch soft breezes spiralling
sacred secrets
may my glance remain a
glistening gem in germination
and my breath a warm
whisper in your cosy beds
May my grey hairs nourish Earth
as I harmonise with angelic harps
my consummated flesh becoming
a silent magnolia at your window
May each slender match you use to
light your candle kindle my flame
that melts your marrow !
May tangled tears you shed for me
become crystal water that slates your
thirst after each marathon month
and may gentle colours of my
wash day become fragrant seeds
you plant afresh in damp Earth gay...
May soft indigo that vein my lids
cloak your luminosity in each
unfolding hour as ambrosia
arms to embrace my baton
you now hold aloft !
Now I fly !
A dense fog envelopes the valley today
The scene seems supernatural,
straight out of a fairy tale
Even as Nature's song plays out...
A light breeze brushes the bushes
and rows of roses regale with their refrains,
Lilies lilting to the lyrics of aurora allure the muse
Dahlias dally in a delicate dance
And merry marigolds move to the music of the morn
Chrysanthemums croon along in an enchanting cadence
Spring has arrived to perform its sonata...
Bougainvilleas belt out the blues
Cherry blossoms cheer and chant the chorus
Jubilant jasmines jive joyously in unison
Happy hyacinths harmonise in their psychedelic hues
Birdies chirp, squirrels squeak and doves warble,
adding their bit to this Spring composition
The fog lifts, lighting up the chromatic vale...
The Master Director of this orchestra is to be praised
for bringing out the best music Spring can ever produce.
I want to write a happy song.
A catchy song that's not too long.
A song like Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-a-Dee-Day.
Uncle Remus sang long ago in his day.
I have the urge to write something that will cheer.
Most things in the world today
Seem miserable and drear.
I want to hear laughter,
Tapping of the feet.
Music all around us
Some dancing to the beat,
Of a drum or slide Trombone
I need to hear people singing,
With others or alone.
The elderly clapping,
Waving hands in the air.
They smile broadly,
Without worry or care.
Their bodies swaying with the rhythm,
While sitting in a chair
Music, and Rhythm, help the world go round.
Rhythm and harmony,
Have got to be found,
Before this troubled world,
Is safe and sound.
Tim Remembers
Tim is a member of the club of life
with all its nonsense vagaries and beauty
pitfalls up-shoots conflicts contradictions
Dismembered or conjoined he has a choice
is privileged to have a working mind
emotions and a quest for wholesome soul
Yet memories become suppressed untold
forgotten where they want to surface
need to unfold for proper understanding
At times what pains the most is necessary
however hard the demons of the past cast
their murky sordid and unwanted challenges
Remembering bethinking recollecting yields
rewards when mere suppression teases
dismisses from consciousness the seed to grow
Freud speaks of mechanisms of defence
Jung wants to harmonise all polar opposites
the street sweeper in Momo’s story knows alike
What Tim wishes to think no more of is what
he has to tackle if only so in order to forgive
where others and he himself have harmed so often
01st October 2018
Every song has a story under our big sun
Our song we sing forevermore from since a note begun
Let us roar from our core, powerful with might
Mighty might with delight for others to unite
Singing songs in sarongs to step a little dance
If people do not join with us they are in a trance
As a song is great to hear so never should prolong
A happy, hearty healthy party for the greatest song...
Dogs may join to sing our song with an upright tail
Holding notes are the goats behind them is a snail
Who wants in to harmonise the butterflies and bees
The lyrebird will sing our songs in minor, major keys...
The kangaroo will hop along to our vocal beat
Backups with rosellas and famous lorrikeet
Dolphins clicks singing tricks whilst whales do there thing
Overlapping with some rapping funky fusion fing...
Songs are for the people and for the animals
Everybody sings our songs even cannibals
We need to sing our song right now, We’ll sing it high and low
C’mon baby sing the song Oh ! Oh !! Oh!!!
Funky fusion fing...
Minor major keys...
For The greatest song...
For The greatest song...
For The greatest song...
For The greatest song