Warren William Zevon
weird themes his music touched on
without a care or bother
he gave us Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
St. Patrick's Day
My cousin went joyfully to Ireland,
A first trip with her best friend, Tim Roland;
Joining fares on Paddy’s Day,
He viewed all green the whole day,
She shouted joyfully, “I love Greenland!”
Cicada Dreaming was told to Roland Robinson in 1965 by Julia Charles of the Yoocum Yoocum clans from the area around Wollumbin in the headwaters of the Tweed River, Northern NSW and is used with permission.
Tiny Dreamtime children, imprisoned in the earth,
pierce the little tree roots to sip sap beneath the dirt.
For seven years, cicada grubs, as they scratch and dig,
keep getting so much bigger that they pop off their skins.
The final time they’re off and up: up a fence, up a trunk, up a shed.
Kids collect the shells they leave, stuck with claws on curling feet.
Buzz, buzz, buzz: cicada wings brush past my nose.
Their raucous chorus is a non-stop drone.
A thousand bodies cling on sticks and twigs and leaves.
Above my ringing ears their yellow wee rains down me.
Every year they deafen us. The noise is really bad -
crying for their mothers, screaming for their dads.
But, this year there are - none.
I’m surprised that I feel sad.
Where have the mad things gone?
Yellow Mondays, Green Grocers,
Black Princes, Cherry Noses -
Much as they annoy me,
I hope that they’ll be back.
The programs I watched as a child.
Button moon the clangers too
Mr Ben and Scooby Doo
Bugs Bunny and sylvester the cat
Sesame street and Roland rat
It was tiswas I liked the most
Then came another renta ghost
The Mr men and Joe 90 to
Johnny morris down at the zoo.
Champion the wonder horse
And I can't forget zorro
Tune in again same time same place
Tomorrow.
Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
Cameos by Misty Marsh and Lily Lake.
Marquee brags of Nature’s spiritual mysteries
comprising the life of Rose Meadow.
I am one woman band
With a white Roland brand
Grandiose though not grand
Attuned to my command
Performs under my hand
So here is where I stand
Music - my passion and
Piano - my wonderland
January 23, 2022
No place on earth is more changeable than the seasonal forest
Undergoing radical transformations from the world above
Year after after year
To spend a day here is nature’s way of offering a spa
A bathe in nature
No place under the constellations echoes such beauty
Denying this blessing is like hosting the roland garros amongst the stars,
My fathers father braved these woods
These vines have been mingling in my veins before my chain and slave trade days
I am an original Blackman
Descended from the soil and birthed from the womb of an African deity
Four hundred rotations ago,my life was worth less than ngwe and kwacha
Or perhaps ivory and copper.
I was taken by ship,auctioned and campused through the door of no return
To Babylon I was cast
Told to believe without questioning their religion,
They called it faith
And in that maze of what is and what could not be, Our fathers tree’s had lost their roots
They now tell us to believe without questioning
And they call it obedience,
But in my dreams I have seen the clouds crushing and the world on fire,
I have pierced my probing eyes through the veil of anonymity,
Ethiopia is the promised land. Not Jerusalem.
The birthday of Brother Roland
Is remembered beneath the sky;
Focusing on the promised land,
He just never fails to comply.
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Rolando A. Esguerra (March 17)
Here! Is where another love song is born
With every touch on the keys
An echo is heard on the moon
It's a sweet release
I am the writer of this love song
My wife says she wishes I was as romantic as what I write
She must be right
Considering our house started to dissolve right after
Her,
She is the lead singer in this two piece band
Her voice quivers like an earthquake
With every note I want rip my ears off
But I smile cause she is the love of my youth
These imperfections make us beautiful beings
Even petals on resplendent flowers must fall but that doesn't make them any less beautiful
I remind myself
I am alive today by luck
I desire to let these sinister hands play the garros roland on the strings of what I stole from my father's house
With every touch
I give breath to a lovely symphony
A sweet release
My wife in twines herself with a vibrating Harmony
Blithely and resilient as she is
We are a terrible mixture
Two butterflies flying in a cocoon.
R-ight
O-pus
L-ets
A-crostic
N-ote
D-eploy
P-oetic
I-dea's
N-obility
G-ladly
O-ffering
L-ines
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Roland T. Pingol (January 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-ings
O-f
L-ove
A-pply
N-uptial
D-evotion
&
A-s
I-nspired
L-itterateur
E-mploys
E-xceptional
N-ote
Topic: Anniversary of Roland & Aileen Sison (June 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
"I will take this lamp, here, back to my room."
"I don't care, I'm scared of the dark too."
Night Lasts Long
April 5, 2020
Author: Minera and Roland Dust
Endless Arboreal Hills
Crisp Oak Leafs
Here are the prints
I am the Tireless Tracker
Dunes On Fire
Rolling Burning Sandstorms
Here are the signs
I am the Tireless Tracker
Dirty Cobblestone Streets
Broken Homes Abound
Here are the marks
I am the Tireless Tracker
There It Is.
I've found it.
Here are my desires.
I am the Tireless tracker.
Mr MacPherson, a mathematician
Was married to Sally,a keen statistician.
With little division to trigger vexation
Their conjugal lives led to multiplication.
First Roland, then Harry and then the addition
Of first daughter Jenny, a gifted logician.
The one common factor of great satisfaction
Engendering fervour and strong interaction
Was love of arithmetic, logic and theories
Together with quantum and harmonic series.
In sum, they endeavoured on every occasion
To bring mathematics within the equation!
24.03.20
R-eader
O-f
L-ines
A-ppreciates
N-atal
D-edication's
P-oem
I-n
N-ifty
G-reetings
O-f
L-itterateur
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Roland T. Pingol (January 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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