these songs are about wizards (mostly)
the untroubled child sleeping peacefully
and when the new washing machine
arrives at the same time as the food delivery
you do wonder if the men at the door
exchanged pleasantries
did they make eye contact
did they ring the door separately or
one honk of it was agreed
non-verbally, or verbally
or with a wink, fist bump
or a hand sandwich
drive over a cliff listening to these songs
you won't feel a thing
It is one hell of a risk
Away The Cops could Stan whisk,
By Jeff's window with a disc
They'll think he's there to things frisk,
Although, slow Stan's moves not brisk...
Stan means recording a rape;
He's gone there, too, with a tape
Any funny noise Clean Escape;
He's learnt to jump like an ape...
But Jeff has got a shot gun;
If he sees Stan, end of fun!
He, sure, shall blow Stan's brains out,
As he thinks of getting out
All gun's cartridges fire,
All idle killers hire!
The idea is damned risky,
Stan suspect of downed whisky.
High time i did their studio voicing
To ignite a genuine rejoicing
Over verses dismissed like Virus
And by Sun Magaz The Mysterious,
Poet making out as The Deleterious.
For all he might seem Boisterous...
But Good Producers gasp for cash,
Here in Nigeria ‘dying to smash;’
Rare knocks at their doors for sought job,
Even as they bear he names like Bob,
Planning to it complete with Marley
Or if it’d trouble cause Barley…
Yet, Reader can The poet’s Voice pick
Theirs quite likelier for The Task click;
Wasn’t there A Dolly Parton’s song
A Whitney Houston’s gave Bigger throng?
What is the human
perception of time
If measurement stops
and clocks will not chime
Seconds to minutes,
minutes to hours
Pendulum still
—Big Ben disempowered
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
shadows of buddy
two rockers from the old school
marvin plays holly
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Trace your body upon mine with pen
Tracing each moment in time
Recording each sound we make
Keep these pictures of sound
Safely locking them away
For If we lose one moment in time
Forever it will be gone
Erased from our memories
Place me upon your easel
Array me with many colors
Brushing with each stoke of our love
Creating this moment of time
as the world spins,
a needle’s placed upon vinyl
endless tracks
12/28/2017
Die, and the chirping of the bird.
I while being surrounded by the birds
on the edge of a cliff
on the island of the hippocampus,
was a recording of the 100 hours of radio drama.
In the entertainment field, I have a familiar face.
In movies and TV, I have been all over the place.
There are some memorable parts that I can call my own.
A doll named “Talky Tina” tripped me down the stairs in “The Twilight Zone”
I have been an actor for quite a few years back.
Most folks know me best as television’s “Kojak”.
Mr. David Gates has written a pretty song.
He and his group called “Bread” could do no wrong.
Their song went very high on Billboard’s charts.
The beautiful melody and lyrics won some hearts.
A lot of records have been sold by David Gates and Bread.
Perhaps the public would like to hear something else instead.
There’s another side of me most people don’t know.
I think it would be good to enter a recording studio.
I will do an oration with musicians and a chorus.
I have a feeling what I do will be fabulous.
If my recording gets some air time on the radio,
I believe my rendition will have far to go.
I got to perform my version on another television show.
My record will be going places; I know.
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