Mr Parkinson has got an arbitrary timeline Let’s get going and let’s get it done No tapping of heels or waiting at the stop sign Let’s get going before the others have begun
I see you and you see me, it’s true we can see each other’s point of view My black and your white may paint us grey but we’ll not let that poison the day
Open up and bleed, so exposing slowly, ideas of one’s proposing made to each other, so listen well to the stories we’re designed to tell
Ending gracefully after a spell Both forgiven at each hurdle fell When let down, we’re sure to be gentle Our broken hearts never judgmental
Suffering together, pain is shared Gather and embrace so none left scared Concrete actions for community It’s true, I see you and you see me
Shared with dVerse OLN as I thought this one deserved a bit more loving.
Washed up on the sandy shore, I am the debris of all the bad decisions made with certainty; it seems I’m not done, up ahead, the paths to choose; so many losses to come, so much more to lose.
For every adventure approached at full throttle, all ended the same, clutching an empty bottle; last night’s enlightenment sought to confuse; so many losses to come, so much more to lose.
In pursuit of fun, all the wasted time I spent losing myself in dreams and repeated lament; here I go again, sober and set to abuse; so many losses to come, so much more to lose.
A 12-syllable Complaint shared with dVerse and No Theme Thursday picture prompt. The refrain was inspired and paraphrased from this post at Tiny Hearts, though I’m not sure exactly who originally penned it.
As the summer days came by, drifting, my demeanour grew more uplifting; I took to sitting upon the sill, to occupy the sunshine’s gifting.
Long gone the air of old winter’s chill, April showers and softening still; the harshness of all those darkest nights; open the window to dog days thrill.
Ever changing, yet familiar sights, somehow, the world now set to rights, Lee and Nancy, with their velvet song, saw me shine under the bright stage lights.
The future mine, I could do no wrong; angels of innocence kept me strong; yet now, the window, open too long, the chill returns, and my hope all gone.
Nancy her deep blue eyes watch me from the cover first stirrings of teenage dreaming beauty
During the summer, when I was 11 or 12, I would sit on the sill of my bedroom window with the window open to the birds and my imagination. I would imagine that I was the next Lee Hazlewood singing along to the whole of the Lee and Nancy album and hoping that I would be talent-spotted by any random passerby, of which there were very few as I lived in a remote countryside village. Not helped by the fact that I would duck away in shyness if anyone ever did come by! I was also a terrible singer.
I remember this album cover clearly and was sure that Nancy Sinatra had blue eyes! I can still see it in my mind!
I got bored with my dream, so made another I realised too late that I didn’t need to bother Why are we always happy yet never satisfied? Chasing a bucket list of things never tried
isyouisorisyouaint – Tubeway Army 2019. No guitars!
Sleep Sigil – I dig this because it is ‘out there’. I’ll never listen to it again myself but I appreciate the fact that someone went to the trouble of making this.
vovaOMYT – Kinda cool and interesting. I think I best like the track featuring some dude with the same name as you – haha! Again, appreciate the effort but not for me.
Bent Knee – I thought that I was familiar with Bent Knee but maybe I was confusing them with beNt – who you should check out. You know, I think I have checked this band out before and despite the fact that the girl can sing I really don’t like the style. The music is great in places. Just wish it was a different singer. Damn – I really do like the music (I’m listening to their first album) so I’m going to give this stuff more of a chance.
Tub Ring – Familiar with already. I dug them back in the day, revisited them a few years ago and didn’t like it so much but then a year or two ago, I listened again and realised I’d made a mistake. Great stuff.
New blooming flowers draw forward buzzing bees inspiring budding poets with frivolous reveries, this joyous re-creation, once poetic enough spawns a thousand imitators – spring can fuck right off!
The glorious calms of a beach bathed in sun triggers a thousand lines of torture begun, this scent-filled glory, once poetic enough to waste the paper and ink – summer can fuck right off!
The mourning skies becoming dull and brown; woodland walks stir the poet to get words down, this reflective mood returning, once poetic enough, each leaf holds another cliche – autumn can fuck right off!
In hibernation, sat in front of a warm log fire each crackle and sizzle will, the poet inspire; This year’s snow (as every year!), once poetic enough; the word weary reader wonders – winter can fuck right off!
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