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What can make the heart grow fond
I'll give you the tip
Nothing can satisfy your taste
Like Scottish Steak and chips.
Juicy highland cattle steaks will
melt just past your lips
feeding well the hungry soul
That's Scottish steak and chips.
What can put some fat on you
on your frame and hips
you'll never ever fade away
With Scottish steak and chips.
There's no food in this modern world
whether haggis, burgers or fish
that can match the beauty and taste
of Scottish steak and chips.
TV chefs seem unawares
and seem so ill equipped
of talent, skill and feel required
to cook Scottish steak and chips.
No need to be serious
Always poems to make you think
Need a bit of humour
Eating Scottish steak and chips.
When grandchildren ask about the nation's dish
"is it haggis or whisky nips ?"
I'll lean back in my rockin' chair
eating Scottish Steak and chips.
"Deep Duet"
When I write I feel my fingers tapping keys
In my mind they are stroking black notes and ivory
You are sitting with me
Place your warm hands on mine
“Metronome”, you whisper
Warm breath on my neck close behind
“But there are rules”, I say
I lean back into you
Time to move in tempo
We are deep duet
He colours my world
Intermezzo
Keys
Love Notes
Sharp
Accidentals
White and Black
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
"Love is like playing the piano, first you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart".
"An accidental, in music theory, is a musical notation that is used to raise or lower the pitch of a note. There are a handful of accidentals - sharps, flats, naturals, double sharps, and double flats. In piano, when an accidental precedes a note, it tells the pianist to play a different note from the original."
Lyrics/Let Me Love You - Peter Murphy
https://genius.com/Peter-murphy-let-me-love-you-lyrics
A Short Indian Tale
I look out of my window
As my leaves blow across the lawn
Some go into my neighbors yard
I laugh, lean back and yawn.
We seem to be now having
An extended Indian summer
Dec 4 with local temps
Mid 60’s now they hover
But that brought to mind
Our recent Thanksgivings day
And the sturdy Indians bucks
Some say came that day
They couldn’t have been all grown
Nor wearing a big head-dress
There would have been some ladies
Dressed proudly in a doeskin dress
Strapped upon their sturdy backs
A youngster safe and sound
His tan cheeks and tiny eyes
Just looking all around.
This lead me to a tale
Of a young papoose buck
Who lived a privileged life
With almost daily luck
But yet at times
Things may not work
Sometimes there’s just
Some silly quirk.
A warm, herbal beverage
As he went to sleep
Settled him down
Without a peep.
He went to bed
In his mom’s wig-wam
But woke some mornings
In his own “tea-pee”. :o(
Written by oldbuck Dec. 4, 2017
as a change of pace from all the Holiday themes
In the Shadow of Sunlight
It is one of those glaringly bright days that
make your eyes water painfully.
You can't see everything at once but in short glimpses and peeks. Between blinks, half an image forms, blurry around the edges.
You raise your hand as a shield, squint, lean back and tuck your chin, grimacing.
You thought you heard her say your name.
Searching in stuttering snatches,
Looking in limping lunges…
like a slow motion film in staccato strobes.
She begins far away but ends close, so close that her form blocks you from the light and you see her as the shadow of sunlight. She is glowing around the edges like a phantom.
She is smiling into your eyes for a moment.
The relief of sight, of cool darkness, and then gone in a flash of brilliance once again. Balking, you ask her to wait! Wait just a second! Why do your ears depend so much on your eyes? She speaks but without seeing her mouth forming words you're unsure of what she's said…dissipating as she goes anyway until only a whisper.
“I love you darling…”
And that's when I wake up and remember she is gone. Gone for just over 20 years now. An ache in my stomach and tears prick my sleep swollen eyes. I turn to my side and tuck my hand under the pillow…try to get back to my dream.
Sometimes it is the light that blinds us to the truth and darkness that soothes the burn.
From Gate 68 to Arrival Gate 14
Departs with arrival
Terminal to curbside
Through the Greyhound bus ride
Scenery across country
East meets West
The lean back to recline
No care nor worries
4 Days journey
Highway to highway routes
State to State
Town to Town
Seeing America up close and personal
Eyes of the picture windows
From a distance viewing the Rocky Mountains majestic
Picture perfect moment
Days of stagecoaches past
Terrain and rugged maneuvering through
The hound bus leading the way
Sunrise to Sunset
Hound bus wheels on action
I can almost hear country music
Accompanied with the horns
Passages of words united
America I never knew
Friendly faces with welcomed voices
Rest stops enroute
An Indian overpass observation with a hello wave
Journeying through America’s landscape
Seeing the old, revised and new
Reaching the finale in arrived
Every terminal departure comes with an arrival. The Greyhound bus being no hurry nor worry in stride, and the Hound dog that completes a ride with the hound dog stretched all the way
4 Days journey
Here I am
Young man gone West
I arrived
We lean back in the ride sunset melting on her skin like liquid gold
Chrome glides slow and the whole boulevard watches our story unfold
Her hand on my arm turns the city’s hard edges into something controlled
Bass hums like a heartbeat syncing with the secrets we’ve never told
Palms sway overhead brushing the sky like a dream for the night to uphold
Grill smoke drifts through the breeze wrapping us both in memories old
She laughs and the block feels lighter with even the shadows consoled
The ride dips gentle hydros bowing and her soft smile says she’s sold
I look her way and every struggle I’ve carried loosens its hold
We cruise on two souls leaning close in a world we quietly mold
Everything is falling,
the leaves, the snowflakes, the dust;
And I just stare through these broken panes,
as my bones decay and rust.
I see a couple walking hand in hand,
it's young love in full bloom;
Just living in the here and now,
and shunning all impending doom.
Two dogs are humping in the park,
while their owners stop and stare;
"That could be us," the young man says,
but the woman acts like she's not aware.
A bird slams into my picture window,
and is dead before he hits the ground;
Oh why, oh why, could that not be me,
or does that seem just too unsound.
I pull the shades down slowly,
and quietly lean back in my chair;
I think there's something I'm supposed to do,
but all I can do is stare.
The glamorous, tuxedo look
of the hollow wooden body
tuned perfectly with its four
strings manages to embody
a heavenly favor of sad energy
as a bow is drawn across its strings.
Its notes waltz upon my soul
and awaken and pull against
my attuned heartstring imagery.
Its soothing chords being played
captivate, while joyful warm tears
swell and slowly flow.
Priceless, merry thoughts of my children
growing up long ago, playing ball
in the summers or on a wooden
sled in the snow.
The absence of my husband I dearly miss.
Coming home exhausted from work,
I'd wrap my arms around him,
then lean back and smile
at the love we had for each other.
The sad sounds the violinist awoke
from the violin as they played;
memories never to be forgotten.
8/8/2024
You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in daydream's reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will show it
Having our love listed on the docket
You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"
Goodnight Dad
I was sitting in the backyard earlier, just gazing at the stars. The sky was clear, and the moon was still asleep somewhere back east. My mind, as it usually does, started to drift back through time to those nights of hunting with my father and brothers. On some of those nights, when the dogs were still trying to figure out what scent impressed them most, there would be a small lull in the action. That was perhaps my favorite time of the entire hunt. We would lean back against a tree or find a nice log to sit on and dad would teach us everything he knew about the night sky. He pointed out the big dipper, little dipper, the north star, and the seven sisters and how to use them to navigate our way home if we were to get off track. My father passed away many years ago, but his words still ring in my ears today. As I sat there, I realize that the stars I was staring at tonight are the exact same ones we were looking at on those nights so long ago. Except for that one little star way over by the horizon, right next to that little blue one. I don’t remember that star being there before. It reminds me of the twinkle in my father’s eyes when he smiled.
A single moment
can survive eternity
through fond memories