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What was it about
the roar of the crowd
the crack of the bat
the circling of the bases
headfirst slides, the dust they begat
What was it about
the swish of the net
the dripping of sweat
in those musty old gyms
none of us ever forget
What was it about
that seventy-yard pass
dropping like a feather
right in the receiver’s lap
The magic moved us all back then
kids with heroes and larger-than-life dreams
‘til we no longer made the team
‘Til Fenway Park and
Madison Square Garden
became two more venues
for hustlers’ schemes
The steps of the stage make a sound so crude
The scratch of the speaker gets me right in the mood
The tuning of the instruments is soothing to my ear
The humming of the chorus takes away my pain and fear
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
This number always releases my inner chains
The beat of the drums is the pulse of my veins
The striking of the keys always takes me higher
The riff of the guitar sets my soul on fire
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
The roar of the crowd tells me what's in store
Its time to rock and roll as I count from one to four
The harmony of the band will take away my hurt
My life and love is playing a live concert
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
The roar of the crowd, a deafening sound,
As helmets collide on hallowed ground.
But whispers arise, a cynical plea,
"Is victory real, or just make-believe?"
Like headlines that spin, a truth half-concealed,
Or storylines scripted, emotions revealed,
The gridiron's drama, some claim it's a show,
A pre-ordained dance, where the winners all know.
The quarterback's pass, a perfectly flighted arc,
Or a fumble recovered, leaving its mark.
Are these moments genuine, raw and untamed,
Or puppets on strings, in a carefully planned game?
The news it may bend, to an agenda's sway,
And wrestlers perform, their roles they portray.
But the sweat and the tears, the grueling long grind,
For athletes who strive, a different truth you'll find.
Though doubts may persist, and shadows remain,
The passion they bring, can't be purely feigned.
For the love of the game, in hearts burning bright,
Ignites the true spirit, and fuels the good fight.
Wishing I could be anywhere but right here,
On a dream bathed with barley and low lined cloud.
Relishing nature's eagerness to endear,
Leaving the busyness and roar of the crowd,
Delighting in vast small grain fields freshly plowed.
Ceasing to care of expectations once placed,
Rising only to meet the next mallard called.
Unfathomable desolation embraced,
In fresh cut grain stubble fields with decoys sprawled.
Sightseeing along a section line road, not showing on any of a map,
Expecting Fall’s migration to explode, with a north Canadian cold snap
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Sunlight, oh do go away!
Midnight is created for dreamers all.
Who tango dance on lovers' stars.
In slippers of the finest silver made.
We, who don't require the icy cold roar of the crowd.
Just eyelids flutter, for each other.
So come, my cheished love, join me now.
To my universe that sparkles with only us.
So in love with the moon and stars.
Walk the floral winding poetic staircase now.
Intoxicating gardenia in my flowing hair.
In our soft, opaque togas, waving in celestial air.
Where only the scent of truth and beauty consumes us.
In their magnificent, Midnight Palace Garden~
Ah, yes, so magnificently extraordinaire!
March 6, 2020
Noon PST
City Girl-Country Girl
I swore I would never live in a small town.
I wanted noise, people and the
roar of the crowd.
Crowded restaurants, highways,
Exhaust fumes galore.
Sounds of police cars all over
town.
Lounges, theaters and 24 hour
anything!
Those bright lights, you know?
And twenty-four action, no matter
where you go.
I never dreamt I would end up
in agricultural, wine-country
USA.
Here, street lights are not ugly,
bright and garish.
As for churches, there are many
to choose from and to cherish.
No security cameras in unwanted
places to get your mugshot, how
disgraceful that is!
Where verdant trees grow and
gardens bloom year round.
125 varieties of grapes, too?
Ga-zounds!
And stores are not jammed and
parking for all abounds.
Where all in my neighborhood
wave as we pass each other in
snow free cars.
And life is more than good here.
It grows by leaps and bounds.
Have to say...life here is more
than heavenly and a daily treat!
July 11, 2019
Noon PST
With the crack of my whip the roar of the crowd fell silent
But the roars of the beasts reverberated throughout the circus tent
I was the new Lion Tamer, and I had seven lions under my spell
Was it an illusion?, I wondered, but could anyone tell?
These lions could attack at any time, but on that thought I didn't dwell
As music played, the first trick was completed, now on to the next
I noticed a lion that seemed eager to get his regal respect..
He charged very quickly... I barely had time...
But a crack of my whip kept the ferocious feline in line
The crowd roared... so far everything was going fine
Next time he charged I wasn't as quick
He clamped down on my hand!, and this was no trick
After they sprayed him with water, I was released by the beast
Before of me, he had made a feast...Good Grief!
Humbled and bloodied, but alive, I breathed a sigh of relief
My stint as a Lion Tamer would be no less than brief!
For most of his
Bumming around days
He was lost
In dead end jobs
Once in the gym
He became a silhouette of youth
Weaving like a cobra
Slipping
Countering
Learning how to hook
Footwork and poise
A moving target
Possessing speed
And brutal power
Waiting
To connect
On
Flesh and bone.
All his life
He searched for what was missing
His dream
Was to be champion
Months
Years of solitary training
Was the price he gladly paid.
The ring waited
Patiently
Knowing that he lived for the moment
When all was a blur
Of sudden activity
Moving shadows
And the roar of the crowd.
Years go by
Another decade
Another time
The city moves on
In a singular rhythm all its own
For him
Time now stands still
In a quiet place
Of warm sunlight
Streaming through an open window
A place of
Old fight posters
And faded photographs.
He won a title
Had good times
Some laughs
Traveled with an entourage
Met the famous
Parties came and went
And so did his money.
Holding the yellowed clipping
The old thrill
Returned
He felt strong again
The bright lights were on
The roar of the crowd
Was louder than he ever remembered
The smart money and the ladies were in front
All eyes on him
Bobbing and weaving in the empty gym
He stopped to catch his breathe
Raising his hands in triumph
He knew that in the bottom of his gut
No matter what anyone said or did
In the ring
He had fought and lived like a champion.
Living as if Dying, Dying as if Dreaming
I turn in early, the mind's eye slowly closing like a gate,
I live as if dying — soft steps through the dust of silence, carrying me
toward a land where light and darkness embrace like brothers,
we were two worlds in one... why, my love, did you walk away?
We look eye to eye, two mirrors lying to each other in secret,
and I feel our truth running slow, like paint peeling from glass,
"the best of both worlds" was only smoke on the evening window,
now only hollow shadows remain, wandering through the season of loss.
I won't regret dying poor, a small fish in the wave of the world,
far from the roar of the crowd, from the heavy noise of the foam,
I die softly, like a rust-colored leaf drowning in the evening river,
and in place of tears, I give the earth the seed of silence.
I grew tired of "ifs" and "buts," hollow words, wandering and lost,
I was glad no one saw the cuts I kept hidden beneath my clothes,
I carry wounds like black butterflies, caught in the net of night,
and I stay silent — for only my silence speaks the language of fate.
I die like a reed broken by the wind, yet my soul still feels sacred,
even if they erase me from memory like some forgotten word,
I dream as I die and die as I dream, in a circle without borders,
psychedelic smoke drifting soft through the stars, a gentle solar burn.
The glimmering light of a full moon or a beautiful sunrise
Doesn’t affect me like when I look in to your eyes
The light blue sky the deep blue sea
Doesn’t come close to what you do to me
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you
A walk on the beach makes me feel grand
But its nothing like the touch of your hand
The sound of music sends me on a relaxing path
But it doesn’t rank higher that the sound of your laugh
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you
My favorite all time hobby or the elation of vacation trips
They will never hold the same excitement of the kiss of your lips
When I’m watching my favorite home team win and I hear the roar of the crowd
It doesn’t hold a candle to you saying I love you out loud
The wonders of this world are amazing to see and do
But there is simply just no comparison to you