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"Everyone's Searching"
(Willie Nelson Style; 4/4 Rhythm)
Verse 1
(G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold
(G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old
(G) Some want only to (C) make love
(G) Others want a love to (D) hold
(G) Some want to (C) save their eternal (G) soul
Verse 2
(G) Some seek for pleasure, (C) some look for truth
(G) Some hunt for the fountain of (D) eternal youth
(G) Some want such power, (C) some want such fame
(G) Many hunt for fortune, (D) others just a name
Chorus
(C) Everyone's searching, (G) nobody finds
(C) Everyone's looking, but (G) everyone's blind
(C) All play the jester, (G) all play the fool
(A7) For nobody (D) plays by the golden rule
Verse 3
(G) Some want a cause on (C) which to spend their life
(G) Others long for death (D) just to end their strife
(G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold
(G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old
Chorus
Nelson paced the deck of the Victory
In waters off the coast of Gibraltar
Signalled to his fleet to do their duty
Before the battle known as Trafalgar.
~
Off the Spanish coast man o' wars engaged
In battle paid for in lives at great cost
Loud booms of cannon as the fighting raged
At the battles end three thousand lives lost.
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England outnumbered had the lesser fleet
Twenty seven ships against thirty three
Admiral Villeneuve suffererd defeat
Against a brave and determined navy.
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A French sniper shot Nelson fatally
On his death bed was told of victory.
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3rd April 2019
Poetry Marathon Final Placement
Sponsor Mark Toney.
Revised 16th March 2019.
Your words, which seem to be my words,
are but footprints on the fen floor of
the white page, echoes of wand'ring lyric loping.
And if, perhaps, the P's that B have blessed,
they click, they crunch, they sweetly rot underlip.
Tearing words from mind, squeezing through that jealous heartspace.
Tearing follows, wetting page after page, piling into a formless stream.
They clatter upon the mocking whiteness, an array in disarray.
A shattered and graphic mythography, mud clots on tile
after a hike. Why do not my hot words summon Leidenfrost?
I love words, no...I love meaning.
I love meaning, I don't love
the promise of words' bringing of
meaning.
It is National Poetry Month and Shakespeare.
died today.* The first time he died today was
four hundred years ago. I am set to write and read
'publicly' (which spellcheck insists and my heart
does not insist is better writ as 'public ally') some
'poetry' while dancers carve the air, in response to,
in love with, in relation to, hand/heart drawn trees
which have drawn, well-
wishers to wine 'n cheese' 'n chit 'n chat
an opening. A gallery.
But Prince died last night.
The artist formerly known as Prince Rogers Nelson,
and formerly known as a symbol,
and now formerly known as Prince. He died.
The symbol has gone and I don't know what it means.
The words are here behind my teeth, within my fingertips,
astride my heart, tickling that lump in my throat.
It is Earth Day, too. I'm supposed to say some words and make
them meaningful. And make them sing. And ring in the hearts as though
my ditherings are one tine of a tuning fork and the other is the spirits
of those dearly beloved, gathered here. Our coils unshuffled, for in our
sleep of life what dreams may come. But we stand upon, today, both
the funeral's grounds and the corpse to be. The Earth. We are meant
to celebrate her life as she withers. Strangled, starved, and trampled. And I?
I can't.
I just...
cant.
-ShhDragon
*He died today but every day we don't give birth to him with our tongue, on the stages of our heart, he remains a fetid, rotting, beautiful corpse. ’Lo four hundred years ago he died, but every day he isn't summoned, isn't animated, he remains dead. The fact of anniversary is our failing, our repeated failings, to bring forth what might be dead.
I took a trip down memory Lane;
My soul teleported to higher plane.
I was lost in reveries;
I found an angel that lives in my memories,
Lost but found in the field of ferns.
A diamond amidst the waving field of ferns.
Behold the enchantress!
As majestic as an empress.
Her countenance radiates love,
Her eyes like that of a dove,
Her smiles illuminate the soul,
She reigns without control,
She lives in my memories;
Forever in my memories.
When she utters my name;
My heart get wrapped in flame,
Her soothing words subdue my anxiety,
Thanks to her comforting quality.
Her words enchants my soul,
And triggers the feeling in my soul.
Behold the enchantress!
Born with loaded sweetness.
Indeed, she stuns.
Each sand shimmering in the sun
Is a precious moment shared together,
Basking in the sun forever.
Dedicated to Nelson Sandra
I had a life.
I used to walk down there, in the days of old;
From way up here, I still hear their words.
I lived that life, in a world I no longer share;
Now I’m lucky enough to be flying up here, higher than the birds.
I have walked on the land where Mahatma Gandhi had walked;
I have talked with the people, with whom Nelson Mandela had talked.
I went to war, to secure peace, in the name of love;
I lost it all to the writers, the fighters and the children of God.
I spent my free time living with the men,
Women and children of our lives.
Now I spend my time up here with those same people;
I am dancing with the angels, way above the sky.
Humans touched my soul; I am, was and could still be loved.
I was kneeling at Jesus’ feet when they hung him on a cross.
I have seen the worst of humanity
And I have sat and broken bread with the best of the good.
I have forever been at peace with the hippies
And I have spoken with philosophers,
The stranger, the dead and the lost.
I evolved with the Neanderthals and ran free with the Gazelle’s.
I lived, I loved, I died; I saw Heaven and I feared Hell.
I became immortal and became consecrate in God’s eyes…
I was there;
I was human;
I had a life.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
VIVA – FATHER OF A RAINBOW NATION
Nelson Mandela, what a man,
What an icon, what a wise politician,
Even though he was in prison for
A 27 year span,
Held no grudges, or hate, just wanted
No segregation, he went on a mission,
To make sure that as a father of his nation,
He would achieve just that!
Free at last, locked away for so
Many years of his life
He walked amongst a sea of cheering,
People, next to Winnie his wife!
He was forgiving,
Despite been jailed,
For all those years.
Mandela’s beloved South Africa had never
Known democracy and had miserably failed,
He went forward with an intentional stride,
Charismatic and determined,
He was esteemed for his pride!
The Mandela presidency was known
As an era,
Loved by his people, together they grew
Dearer and nearer.
He was a humanitarian, got the Nobel Prize for
His peaceful transition, FW De Klerk also got
The Nobel Prize.
They stood side by side,
Two dynamic politicians who had changed
South Africa’s political tide!
President Mandela’s inauguration
In May 1994 was televised
Around the world,
It was a heartfelt, emotional ceremony,
Where many nation’s
Flags were unfurled.
Nelson Mandela had a remarkable wit
And sense of humour,
This is quite true,
Not just a rumour.
He had an acute awareness and brought
His cherished country to realize their
Independence, a passion he always sought!
But sadly although an icon,
He was like us all, only human,
And so our hero died
On the 5th December 2013,
And the world cried!
Many people were licking their wounds in force.
Others counting their dead after the World War
Summer Olympics were held in Paris, of course.
Mussolini created Fascism, making Italians sore.
In USSR there was a new economic policy.
Many liked the idea of private enterprise now.
Of course it was touted to be more than it could be.
The limitations put on this made it less than a wow.
Japan was angry with the USA, felt it was not being fair.
Wanted to continue to fight them, put planes in the air.
Christian Nelson put in a patent for Eskimo pie,
Which is still made today. Still sweet with a sigh!
Snowfall caused a Washington theater to collapse, so….
Ninety-eight people died in this Knickerbocker fiasco.
Forty-eight states were in session in the USA.
Wyoming was the last one to join “back in the day”.
It was 1922, and the movies were made in black and white.
The neighbors had different opinions about flappers all right!
Women were smoking cigarettes and being lose back then.
All to the delight of many eager, amorous, fascinated men.
*Read it with a Nelson Mandela voice in your head,
because that's how I wrote it.*
Blibble Blob.
Is the bible liable to libel,
it couldnt lie more,
lie after lie lay on the page and lies pour,
so is the bible liable to libel?
Lie after lie lay for the eye,
line after line the lies go by,
but why is the bible not liable to libel?
Adam and Eve were made to look bad,
forbidden fruit booted out by their dad,
I would tell you more of this bull
but I've only read the first bit,
yet I'm able to say to all
the bible's full of *hit.
So why is the bible not liable to libel,
bull for the eyeball lay in the bible,
blibble and blob will be this poems title,
bubb bye all, more sense than the bible.
Food in the Fridge
Good music on the
Bluetooth speaker
Bills paid
Money made and saved
Friend far away but near
Songs from yesterday
Lots to say
No goodbyes
Heavy sigh
Front door
Lots more
Like sunshine
No pain
Leaving for a journey
Staying home
Ok with alone
No regrets
Less frets
Open eyes
No AI's
More rain
Shoulder pain
Dim lights
No fights
Within
No same struggle sin
Let's begin
Easy chairs
TV stares
Little lies
If your high
My many Me's
I self self
I
Me
Eyes
Next door cares
Neighbors there
Hurt and hide
Come inside
Table talk
Then a walk
Down the same
With a name
A Hi hello
I got to go
Radio on
Yes your gone
With a smile
Another while
Then a plane
Still the same
Bills paid
Money made
Then let go of
Gotta go
Open eyes
Little lies
No food in the fridge
Songs to play
Gotta away
With a sigh
And thanks again
For that goodbye
Hide a heart
Make a start
With hello
And the show
Curtains close
With the day
Left alone
Alex nelson
February
2025
HE’S THE DEAREST
ALEX NELSON
He’s the dearest
The nearest
The man.with
The miles
Who took
All the hard
Times
And left us
With smiles
He’s the dearest
Not nearest
With the miles
A long run
Yet when
You pick
Up the phone
The fun’s
Just begun!
He’s the clearest
My dearest
My Dad with
No cares
Just carpet
And some slippers
With black coffee
Sitting there
He’s the always
No hangups
With hands
Always tough
With get up and
Take the time
When my enough
Is ENough!
He’s been there
Not did that
Yet the length
Is a cord
Like pick
Me up
With slow down
AN did you see
“That's a Ford!”
He’s a long mile
A great smile
Yet the brush
Is not new
Like way back
With all heart
Attached
The missed
Just a start
Like my dad
Not really sad
And happy
All the while
Like see ya soon
And not so
For a 1000's
The miles
So line up
The candle light
With no tests
Just the rest
Like see ya
There and
You are rare
And At
Dad
Simple Best
He dearer
And clearer
Not near
Yet Always fine
Like up
Here and
Down there
With a son
Year after
Year
He's the dearest