Long Singer Poems
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You came when I’m young no longer
Blew like breeze of spring in my heart
Bare tree couldn’t turn a singer
For brown leaves broke music apart.
With summer drizzle from the cloud
You came when I’m young no longer
My senile mind behind dry shroud
Knew moist touch wouldn’t linger.
My weak body won’t be stronger
In hold of your youthful love, for
You came when I’m young no longer
I couldn’t respond to the lure.
A bird you flew in my lone heart
I knew you're mine, the sole bringer
Of sweet dreams in green pasture, but
You came when I’m young no longer.
November 22, 2017.
Form : Quatern. Syllable count : 8 each line.
BRAGI, ORPHEUS,
SARASWATI, KUI
, AND PAN
LOOKED TO UZUME
TO FILL IN THE SPACES.
HE BECAME FRUSTRATED
WHEN KUI REFUSED TO
REHERST THE SONG WITH
THE ORCHESTRA. bOTH
NEED REHEARSAL TIME,
BOTH NEED
INSTRUCTION TO PERFORM,
IT IS MADE GREATER BY
EXPRESSION SPOKE KUI
OF THE WORDS
HE WAS TO SING.
PHEME WROTE THIS AND PHEME
SEEMS TO INSPIRE TROUBLE
WHICH WORDS ARE FOR
SOMEONE TO MAKE MENTION
OF ANOTHER
THAT THEY MAY
SEEM STRANGE FROM
BEING TALKED IN CIRCLES
REGARDLESS MUSES WILL
DEMAND THAT
BOTH ORCHESTRA
AND LYRICS
ARE PERFECT,
WHETHER THE
MENTIONS MAY BE
DIRECTED AT THE
DESTRUCTION OF ANOTHER
AFTER BEING BEGGED TO SING
KUI BEGAN REHEARSAL
WITH THE ORCHESTRA
TO THE DELIGHT OF ALL INVOLVED
THE NIGHT OF THE CONCERT 75,000
PEOPLE CAME TO THE PLACE OF MUSES
TO HEAR THE CONCERTED SHOW
BILLED AS
"THE THIRD PERSON PRESENT"
AFTER THE TALE OF TANACALE THE
GENTLEMEN WHO'S WIFE
HIDE BENEATH A BED
TO CATCH HIM
WITH HIS LOVER.
SHE HIDE THERE
AND WHEN THINGS
BECAME QUIET
SHE CRAWLED FROM
UNDER THE BED
TO STARTLE BOTH OF THEM.
THE SINGERS WERE
SCARED TO SING
THOSE SONG PHEME HAD
WRITTEN AS PHEME LIKED
TO OUT PEOPLE IN SONG
DURING THE SHOW
A SINGER
BEGAN SINGING A
SONG BY PHEME
AND A PERSON IN
THE AUDIENCE
ROSE TO
BOO AND CURSE HER
THE SINGER BECAME FRUSTRATED
AND CURSED PHEME IN FRONT
OF THE AUDIENCE.
Tickets went on sale to see Gary Barlow
A well loved singer, it will be a sell out show
My hubby was 1600th in the on-line queue
There were no tickets left when he got through
I went on the Internet to see if any were for sale
Yipee, I found a ticket, but my face went pale
The face value of the ticket was £163 pounds
but the price they were asking it just astounds
It was five times the cost of the original ticket
Such intense profiteering, it just isn’t cricket!
Title is a play on words – Gary Barlow was a member of a group called ‘take that’
The venue only holds around 2,000 people so ticket demand was very high and it sold out very quickly. Poetic licence used – hubby didn’t bother staying on line to get the tickets as he knew it would be sold out
* a British phrase - if behaviour is not cricket, it is not honest or moral
10-21-17
Irelands' famine, England chose to ignore
The potato blight caused devastation
Michael stole corn from a granary store
To stop loved ones dying from starvation.
Arrested and charged with theft from the crown
Judge passed sentence and he got twenty years
Outside prison walls in old Galway town
His wife Mary and family shed tears.
Ne'er again see the fields of Athenry
Sent to prison thousands of miles away
He would ne'er again see the free birds fly
From that harsh prison in Botany Bay.
The ship sailed that day on the evening tide
His dreams for the future had all but died.
Written July 26th 2019.
Inspired by the song 'The Fields of Athenry ' The music and lyrics were composed by a Dublin folk singer Pete St John.
Musical inclined as a kid at 15
Played a Portable Organ which my Grand Dad brought me
Listening next door was my neighbor hearing of my organ playing
She was a Musical Teacher at a School, but also being a Professional Opera Singer, and I attended numerous of her performances at a Downtown Opera House
I was later introduced to a Professional Male Concert Pianist
I learned the fundamentals of the Piano Ivories keys taught by the Concert Pianist
The Female Opera Singer also gave me voice lessons included
All this was happening when I was a teenager at 15
I play the piano by ear
Musical background was beginning to form
At the present, I haven’t played any organ and piano in quite a while
I am sure it would come back
I am advising you to get your ear plugs as what you might hear won’t be secure
Better yet, run for your life
Musical pattern that was a beginning
My musical past
Time that went fast
Musical blend that didn’t continue nor last.
Making a Quilt
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016
I’m going to make a quilt today
if nothing else gets in my way
he’ll want a cup of tea I know
as soon as I sit down to sew.
I tell him that the needles stuck
he says that he will have a look
don’t know what he thinks he can do
doesn’t know a bobbin from a shoe
He sits down, all full of zeal,
but then he asks me where’s the wheel
there’s no belt, no pedal too
don’t know what I am going to do
I know a Singer Sewing Machine
but one like this I’ve never seen
its not like the one my mother had
to do the sewing for my dad
I’ll pull the cotton and see what shakes
but that’s no good, the needle breaks
at least it’s not stuck anymore
and then he just walks out the door.
The 27 Club is but a myth.
A lot of pop rock stars die also young
and in their 20’s; by coincidence,
four biggies of the Woodstock Era died
just years within each other, and their age
just happened to be 27, so
because of tragic deaths, these are the ones:
Joplin, singer of “White blues” was lonely.
Guitarist Jimi Hendrix was too reckless -
like wild, brilliant Doors’ Jim Morrison
and Brian Jones, a singer with the Stones.
All four did drugs and did them foolishly!
Years later, Curt Cobain in ‘94
used drugs and shot himself. He happened to
be 27; thus the term was coined!
A final truly tragic figure joined
the 27 Club by overdose:
Singer Amy Winehouse, who like Joplin -
imprisoned by her image - was so lonely.
Though many famous actors and musicians
are listed in this legendary “club,”
the focus goes to six iconic figure.
The club should be renamed “The Tragic Six.”
*Note: I was reading the history of this club and some have suggested
that in reality, this club is mainly about the "tragic Six"
Sept. 17, 2022
For Anthony Biaanco's The 27 Club Poetry Contest
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
MIDNIGHT SHOW
At midnight butterflies must dance,
'Cause bright Full Moon started to sing ,
smiling and casting cheerful glance !
At midnight butterflies must dance.
An exciting nice happenstance.
Butterflies flapping restless wings.
At midnight butterflies must dance.
Music of Moon : Melodious.
Wings of butterflies to shiver
listening to song mellifluous.
Music of Moon : Melodious.
Dance and song ran spontaneous.
Singer and Dancers in fervour.
Music of Moon : Melodious.
Wings of butterflies to shiver.
Butterflies to dance ! Moon sings song.
Stars are spectators to be charmed.
Splendid show continued night long.
Butterflies to dance ! Moon sings song.
Perfect rhythm, nothing went wrong.
Meteors and comets got alarmed.
Butterflies to dance ! Moon sings song.
Stars are spectators to be charmed.
I met her only once,
the lean, mean calypso queen;
not every singer-dancer,
has driven a cable car.
She gave me a firm, handshake,
as if she’d known me forever,
to my very soul
and her light embraced my spirit.
When she spoke,
I devoured her eloquence;
as if it were a,
platter of buttery cheesecake,
floating in, chocolate-raspberry syrup.
I could have listened for hours,
to what poured forth from her
reservoir of wisdom.
Experiencing this tall,
Renaissance phenomenon’s light;
I found new joy.
Some folks just exude, a
huge bubble of spirit-gold.
Hers was gleaned from fields of
life experience,
some desolate; some abundant
and her labors were, pure love.
As the pen channeled her light
onto the front page, of my copy,
that poet-angel of love and light
wished me well.
How I hoped that her light,
would welcome me again, another day,
for I had truly met,
A “Phenomenal Woman”.