Short Paul Simon Poems

i used too
much baby
oil with the
lights turned
low but soft
music can 
be heard as 
Paul Simon
sings slip 
sliding
away...

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Paul Simon was an island
with his books and his poetry
                           to protect him...

In his twenties, Simon couldn't see
~ Poets, too, crave camaraderie...

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I 
love to
hear him laugh -
this student not
exceptional, but
looking like a sweet young
*Paul Simon. Maybe it's the
way he laughs like me. . . heartily,
or maybe it is just because his
laughter reassures me I'm still funny.

* Paul Simon was part of a folk rock duo 
most popular in the 60's....

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Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
~Paul Simon

They will all be swept aside like dead leaves 
In a  blast of angry wind, 
Only whispers remain....

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It is a cold stormy winter’s night.
And the power has gone out once again!
I light my candles and throw a log on my fire,
The bright embers burning a rich amber as they spark. 
I turn up the volume of Paul Simon at Hyde Park. 
Thank god for my Spotify downloads!
I take a sip of my red Malbec,
And dance up a storm to the lively music, 
Bringing a smile to my face as I catch my breath....

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BRIDGES

There are those problematically  structured:
Garth Brooks had burning bridges “one by one”,
London’s was always falling down, ruptured,
Paul Simon over troubled water would “lay him down”.

But there are also excellent bridges in no peril:
Like those of  Madison County
Peopled tenderly by Eastwood Clint and Streep  Meryl,
And those in Paris under which the bounty 

Of Edith Piaf would make your dreams come true....

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