(To be read in the rhythm of “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen / Rufus Wainwright)
I know I said I’d be better by now
But I wander through like a ghost in town
And I can’t live with the person that did that to you
It’s not unlike a wounded heart
It bleeds and aches like dripping art
And yet it beats in rebellion to keep the pain in
I have hurt you
I have lost you
I have let you down
And now you’re forced
To keep me around,
Safe and sound
We both know I’ve been here before,
I’m a coward commanding a broken horse
Expecting him to move on like a machine
Ignorance is a travelled arch
But recklessness is the patriarch
It takes the lead and decomposes all your progress
I have hurt you
I have lost you
I have let you down
And now you’re forced
To keep me around,
Safe and sound
I have no pride in what I did.
It makes me question my will to live
But then again, that was questioned before
I know that’s not what you want to hear
But then you ask me to draw you near
And I cannot shield the darkness as it’s around me
Hold me softly
Don’t forgive me
Here I will sit down
I’m sorry you’re forced to keep me around
Safe and sound
Categories:
wainwright, dark, hurt, relationship, sad,
Form: Lyric
Buttemere to Ulla pike,
our walk more ramble than hike.
Up and down,rain or snow,
two teenage daughters in tow.
Haystacks,Loweswater overlooking the lake,
now locked in memory's keepsake.
Up Skiddaw and Wythrop beck,
much much longer than our usual trek.
Through the wood onto Dodds crag,
both the girls now starting to flag.
Down the slope to Underseer
stopping to buy a small souvenir.
Out on the fell with spongy moss,
Wainwright in hand as the paths criss-cross.
Along the beck in a tree lined walk,
watching the antics of a hovering hawk.
Deer grazing 'neath woodland trees,
Cartmel to Keswick,just the place to take one's ease
lunch-time picnics on grassy banks,
vacations now recalled with thanks.
Categories:
wainwright, family, vacation,
Form: Rhyme
FORGOTTEN DEEDS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Colin P. Kelly, John Basilone
Two Good Men That Should Be Known
They’re Now a Part of Our Ancestry
Now Fading into the Pages of History
Audie L. Murphy, Jonathan Wainwright
They’re Framed Images Now out of Sight
Kenneth N. Walker, George B. Turner,
John C. Squires, Curtis S. Shoup,
Joe P. Martinez, William K. Nakamura,
Manuel Perez,.Jr.,Donald Kirby Ross
Names Now Forgotten as Time Slips
Absorbed by the Sea like the Wake of a Ship
Who Were These Men What Did They Do ?
The Answer: Left Solely to You
Categories:
wainwright, courage, freedom, hero, history,
Form: Rhyme
Jeter got two hits while in
His final All-Star game.
He got a huge ovation
As the crowd roared out his name.
Though afterwards, the pitcher claimed
He’d tossed some easy throws,
Like Derek wasn’t quite the hitter
Everybody knows.
But Jeter is a classy guy;
When told what Wainwright said,
He laughed and answered, “Thank him”
As he shrugged and shook his head.
The pitcher later stated
That he’d meant it as a joke;
Still, it’s hard to reel back in
The stupid words you spoke.
The baseball world won’t be the same
When Derek Jeter leaves,
For few can match the heart he puts
In all that he achieves.
Categories:
wainwright, baseball,
Form: Rhyme
I now know how Loudon Wainwright III was inspired.
What happened to me was what I never desired.
I have to consider this one of my darker episodes.
Nocturnal creatures called skunks often cross the roads.
They have a defense mechanism that keeps predators away.
To describe what it is, I don’t need much to say.
Driving on the road, I could not stop in time.
That animal produced a scent that nobody calls sublime.
The unfortunate black creature became another road kill.
The smell emitted by the carcass remains there still.
Categories:
wainwright, animal, death,
Form: Rhyme
Walkers gather throughout the year
In Keswick, Ambleside and Grasmere
They come to walk the fells
No matter the weather wet or clear
They travel from near and far
To follow the maps of Mr Wainwright
Who walked these same fells in the past
And left a memorial to follow aright
They are many to choose from
Helvelyn, Helm Crag, Catbells and Skiddaw
That’s just a few from the many
You have all kinds in which to draw
Be prepared for all eventualities
Good boots waterproofs ect. are a must
So are water to drink and food to eat
Then looking upwards in prayerful trust
They also are captured on film
Featuring Julia Bradbury on DVD
To follow the steps of dear AW
Giving hope and inspiration for you and me
poetgord
Categories:
wainwright, earth, inspirational, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
“It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.”
This is my favorite quote from the song Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright because it is a sad yet uplifting song that tells about the trouble of the world in their attempt of piety and holy praise. It also speaks personally to me because of the troubles I have faced. The melody is beautiful, done on a piano, and this composition is moving. it brings me memories of my Grandma's sudden and painful death, and so I cherish it with prideful tears.
The dark hunter howls with ferocious pride.
Yet you cannot hear it at the bed side.
A happy day this day should be,
Yet it's not for you, nor for me.
For Death is cold and overbearing.
The pain of grief we end up sharing.
The song you sing should bring a smile,
This stain of death gives Holy defile.
Cold and broken is this night.
He's going down, there is no fight.
The silver tears pour down our face,
For this is no Hallelujah place.
Rufus Wainwright- "Hallelujah"
Categories:
wainwright, death, death, song, day,
Form: Rhyme
A
work
of art-
in tourist
pictorial guides.
Tribute to Alfred Wainwright
Categories:
wainwright, art, on writing and
Form: Fibonacci
Buttemere to Ulla pike,our walk more ramble than hike.Up and down,rain or
snow,two teenage daughters in tow.Haystacks,Loweswater overlooking the
lake,now locked in memory's keepsake.Up Skiddaw and Wythrop beck,much
much longer than our usual trek.Through the wood onto Dodds crag,both the
girls now starting o flag.Down the slope to Underseer stopping to buy a small
souvenir.Out on the fell with spongy moss,Wainwright in hand as the paths
cross-cross.Along the beck in a tree lined walk,watching the antics of a hovering
hawk.Deer grazing 'neath woodland trees,Cartmel to Keswick,just the place to
take one's ease.lunch-time picnics on grassy banks,vacations now recalled with
much thanks.
Categories:
wainwright, family, holiday, nature, places,
Form: Prose Poetry