Poetry Blogs (2019, singing)
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Together let us gather to sing the Christmas songs.
Let us open hearts to strangers, together we belong.
Let us kneel with kings and shepherds upon this strawy earth.
Let us sing with joy, and worship He who gives the second birth.
Never mind the hustle bustle, the clamour all around.
Let us gather us to worship and sing the joyful sound.
Lay aside your daily woes and the heaviness of life.
Friday 13th December 2019 9:16 pm
One of my favorite games
to play as a child
was seeing shapes
in the clouds:
It was one of the
of my childhood.
As I grew up,
I began to see
Now in the archway
of my golden years,
I see beauty that
brings me to tears:
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:18 pm
There's a ghost in my room
That sings me to sleep
Whispering in my ear
A sweet symphony
With a simple melody
That has a heart mending remedy
But the words that it sings
I can't remember for the life of me
The voice is familiar
But can't put it to a face
I remember something similar
When my mind was in a better state
All I can hope
Is that it never leaves
Because if it were to depart
Saturday 17th February 2018 1:13 pm
This is my vision of a certain cast of English village (not so much in springtime).
March winds stir listless eddies,
fluke in tired gusts over thin pools,
flare through fields of stubble
then flag, exhausted, sour and wheezing
from the blowing day;
coughing, rubbing arthritic fingers,
cold as a church bell sounds the hours.
Spring will be late this...
Saturday 23rd December 2017 3:13 am
Are the essence of a highschool choir
That sings often the sounds of Queen in the style of acapella
But also the rolling notes of Ezekiel Saw the Wheel
And the thumping heart of Elijah Rock.
How Can I Keep From Singing
When piano pushed
And the opening notes gently pulled in, to meet a booming brillance
My life goes on in endless song
And I recall the disconnect...
Friday 8th December 2017 8:20 pm
She’s back, back from the worries and woes
Back to her laughs and chuckles
And we’ve gone back, back to our first days
Camden Palace no more
I should Koko you can now say
Beth Ditto on a Monday night whatever next
Rolling back the years
Yes I’ve got my little girl back
Shorter hair, but not short of love and laughter
Swaying and singing at the top of our voices
Tuesday 17th October 2017 4:00 pm