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Once in a blue moon
I vividly dream of a veiled woman
noisily walking into my dream in high heels.
Oh, how I wish she could
seep into my dream
night after night!
Her mega-watt smile, fireworks
Bursting into a shower of sparks.
A frangipani always stuck in her hair
faithfully obeys the wind. She's a poet's dream muse,
sashaying down the street
like a runway supermodel
Her black stiletto high heels
Pounds the pavement "Clump! Clump! Clump!"
Attracting rapt attention here and there.
A cynosure of all eyes wherever she goes.
She's the epitome
of sheer elegance and charm.
And she walks
with such sublime grace,
strutting, exhibiting immense confidence
She's one of a kind, not real, though.
She just shows up in my dream
Once in a blue moon
Date witten: 06/02/2018
She whispers, “Can you feel the love tonight?”
“Yes, we all fall in love sometimes”, I said.
“It looks like someone saved my life tonight,
Don’t let the sun go down on me” I pled.
“Yes, we all fall in love sometimes”, I said.
“My lady, what’s tomorrow? Are we friends?
Don’t let the sun go down on me”, I pled.
Who knew that harmony so quickly ends.
“My lady, what’s tomorrow? Are we friends?
Alas, this tiny dancer danced away.
Who knew that harmony so quickly ends?
My candle in the wind went cold that day.
Alas, this tiny dancer danced away.
Now skyline pigeon’s a high flying bird.
My candle in the wind went cold that day
For sorry seems to be the hardest word.
Now skyline pigeon’s a high flying bird,
“I think I'm going to kill myself”, I cry.
For sorry seems to be the hardest word -
My little Jeannie’s with some other guy
“I think I'm going to kill myself”, I cry,
Her blue eyes were the hardest thing to lose.
My little Jeannie’s with some other guy,
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues.
Her blue eyes were the hardest thing to lose
Sing me them blues, ‘cos sad songs say so much.
So I guess that’s why they call it the blues -
I miss her love song and I miss her touch.
Sing me them blues, ‘cos sad songs say so much
Some circle of life mysteries bestowed
I miss her love song and I miss her touch
She hears me sigh, “Goodbye, yellow brick road”
Some circle of life mysteries bestowed -
It looks like someone saved my life tonight:
She hears me sigh, “Goodbye, yellow brick road”
She whispers, “Can you feel the love tonight?”
29 May 2016
John Watt
A pantoum using song titles. Below are 20 song titles by Elton John that were used in the poem:
Blue Eyes
Can You Feel The Love Tonight
Candle In The Wind
Circle of Life
Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me
Friends
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Harmony
High Flying Bird
I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues
I Think I'm Going To Kill Myself
Lady, What's Tomorrow?
Little Jeannie
Love Song
Sad Songs Say So Much
Skyline Pigeon
Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word
Tiny Dancer
We All Fall in Love Sometimes
M-me S-stranger
M-watt he say
dat vogonese
b-4 he flu away
deep-sea me, deep-sea me
thot dat at lease
i new vogonese
hee-haw-why-yen me
knot no vogonese
under-neat da kokomo tree
thot i lern a thing ore three
S-***hole
M-watt u say
yea wok away
hee-haw-why-yen wee say
d**n dat how-lee bugga
day knot nice slang say
d**g dat how-lee bugga
S-dat is knot a nice thing 2 say
M-watt u say
u no luke how-lee
u luke mo hong-kongnese
S-i am knot hong-kongnese
i am ja-pa-nay
from toe-key-yoyo
M-do u no vogonese
halo halo o how rood
d**n dat ja-pa-naynay bugga
triad day bad
yakuza took my car
butt d**n those how-lee buggas n now ugh
nex time i lern mo betta vogonese
As a social worker in my middle 20's,
I worked with elderly people in a center
Designed for them. It was a place of daily
Lunches, socialization, and recreation.
My 2 year tenure there taught me lessons
I would not trade for anything. The people
I met and served, the seniors from whom
I learned; picking their brains and sponging
Wisdom from their hearts of gold. As I look
Back upon that brief season in my journey,
I feast upon the memories and give thanks
To God for such a privilege of service.
Of the many seniors I met, I must share a
Brief story about one of them. We called
Him Mr. Capers, a very gifted man in spite
Of him being an amputee, losing both of
His lower limbs from waist down. Long
Before there were sensitivities and special
Services for handicapped Americans, there
was multi-talented, Mr. Winston Capers.
I never saw a 1000 watt smile upon his face.
Mr. Caper would never be accused of wearing
A smiley face, but his face was painted with
Peace, and his entire demeanor was paved
With contentment and poise. Mr. Capers had
No bitterness to spill out, no score to settle,
And no self- pity to display.
He was a fisherman, highly gifted in arts
And crafts, glass works; and Mr. Capers was
Very articulate in many subjects.
Mr. Capers was very blending and such a good
Fit in every capacity. One day, I was so moved
And overwhelmed by his many abilities and
Versatility that I was compelled to ask him, "Mr.
Capers, is there anything that you cannot do?"
I was deeply moved when Mr. Capers looked
at me very intently and said, "I can't walk".
Eye rowed my hoarse
won summer’s day
My horse went hoarse
and wood knot nay
I whisted my turds to make him laugh
Butt Muffin choked and started coffin
I said Muffin you’re having a giraffe
A lass I kneed a coffin two carry him off in
Eye road my hoarse won summer’s day
My hoarse went horse and wood knot nay
Pleas can ewe tell me wear two berry a hoarse
Knot inn the knackers yard ore on a race coarse
My hoarse went horse won summer’s day
Butt now he’s dead watt can eye say
I’d whisted my turds to make him laugh
Eye will put hiss obituary inn the telegraph
Eye’ll miss old Muffin my trusty hoarse
Butt Muffin choked and now he’s dead
Aye wish my hoarse had staid the coarse
I’ll bye a donkey and ride hymn instead
Butt my donkey was in fact a mule
Aye didn’t no the difference I’m a fool
Now Muffin the mule’s ran out of fuel
Eye should have listened moor inn school!
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Looking close at the blank canvas.
Impressions he wanted displayed.
Stroking slow and pressing his brush
an image came forth from Monet.
Laying dormant all of Her life.
Her moment in time had arrived.
The feelings She felt from within,
were delicate strokes, brushed by him.
They were gentle and soft to feel,
and made his love all the more real.
She was sad to feel him finish,
as Her tears fell and relinquished.
He assured her he'd never leave,
and in Her Heart She felt so pleased.
In completion of Her He saw,
His Masterpiece hung on His wall.
Michael Tor
I asked my Lord Jesus
to help in writing.
Inspired by my late
father Rene, a hobby
Painter and Sculpturer.
Also inspired by John
Watt and his PoemThat
Starry Night a Poem
about Vincent Van Gogh.
Thelonious Monk
piano keyboard prophet
harmonizing scales
Melody from flat to sharp
rhythm soothing to the soul
Comments: Thelonious Sphere Monk (1917-1982) is recognized as one of the
most influential figures in the history of Jazz. He was one of the architects of
bebop and his impact as a composer and pianist has had a profound influence
on every genre of music. Thelonious Monk Institutes of Jazz are located at the
following locations: Washington Office: 5225 Wisconsin Avenue NW, Suite 605,
Washington, DC and Los Angeles Office: University of Southern California, 3443
Watt Way, Lower Level, Los Angeles, CA. The Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz, a
nonprofit education organization, was founded in 1986 by the Monk family along
with the late Maria Fisher, an opera singer and lifelong devotee of music.
A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...
The electrical engineer's wife greets him: "WIRE you INSULATE?"
Husband: WATTS it to you? Don't go blowing your CIRCUITS at least I'm OHM!
Wife: "Don't you make LIGHT of this if this were our daughter, you'd be GROUNDED!"
Husband: "Let's leave her out of this she can CONDUCTOR own business"
Wife: "Don't revAMP your story you know it reVOLTS me when you do that"
Husband: "Honey, I'm sorry it HERTZ just trying to keep you CURRENT"
Wife: "Well, I apologize for my RESISTANCE I felt POWERless"
Husband: "I didn't mean to give you STATIC but I'm feeling the SPARK now
Let's go enjoy an ELO concert it will be a good OUTLET"
Wife: "JOULE be SHOCKed to hear this... that would really reCHARGE my BATTERIES
You sure know how to flip my SWITCH we should do this with more FREQUENCY"
Husband, now whispering to the viewer "I just can't RESISTOR charm"
*** Note: ELO = Electric Light Orchestra (70's rock band) ***
This morning’s sunrise was a tacky and artificial affair.
The sun was played by a weak, 12-watt, refrigerator bulb
that looked wet and heavy as it struggled uphill like a drunk.
The horizon reminded me of a cheap, runny theatrical illusion,
the clouds were old cotton balls glued to cardboard silhouettes,
the birds sagged like dead puppets from uneven, coat hanger wires.
I don’t miss you. Everything’s fine. I hardly noticed you were gone, actually.
Things here are a laugh and a half. We’re doing fun girl things. Anna got new shoes.
I’m hardened by years of inescapable, solitary, covid lockdown. I’m immune to despair.
So go off, interview for that new, far-flung PhD life. Go fawn over Elon Musk for all I care.
I’m definitely not in my room eating spoons of peanut butter and crying to Tom Waits songs.
In the place where I live, curtains rise and fall
every day presents a different view,
snapdragons sing with a gifted voice.
A focused sun spotlights,
accentuates
the morning glory of another day.
A faintly embossed rainbow
burned on the retina of a brand new sky.
Fireflies that like thousand watt bulbs
glow to light even the shadows they create.
I own my life, I cherish it
I live every moment in
celebration of every living species.
Where I reside I see no end
I know of no beginning,
rather rolls of events
and miracles for the taking.
My arms remain open wide,
as does my mind with acceptance.
In my habitat,
nature is wrapped in a quilt
of a trillion unimaginable views
in that landscape is where my God lives.
For it was he who by his own hands
knitted and sewed
this perfect mother called Nature.