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Writing a Song

WRITING A SONG

A couple of times
He couldn’t make it rhyme
So he boogied the riff
And paused – to flick his quiff

He couldn’t make it work
So considered himself ‘a jerk’
‘Call yourself a musician?’
He mused – in recognition
Of his bad hair day
And his condition – of dismay

He thought: ‘I will try later’
Sliding from his chair like an alligator
No sooner away from the deck
and the thoughts came flooding back

Try it this way – try it that
‘C’mon man – is this all you’ve got?’
Suddenly it came to mind
As he set himself to unwind:
‘I will write the song as though
I can never have another go’

And rising to his own challenge
He at last found he could manage
A song – simple but true
It came out ‘riffy’ and blue

He smiled and marvelled at
The difference the heart’s new format
– Could make – when it came to lyrics of poetry or prose
Now – written without difficulty – I suppose?

 

 

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Life’s Culture

Life’s Culture

We love the drum solo
We love the sound of those
harmonious chords
We like this song of quirky sound
We like this poem of balance and
rhythm and rhyme

Great voice –
these words work tenfold
over and
above the norm

Latch on to that saxophone –
how it curdles and percolates
the
coffee of sound

And now reach over and
turn up the volume
For that supremo –
of investigative jazz guitar

Oh Spanish one! How skilful
you play
What’s that you say?
No – haven’t heard of him –
but I will at weekend’s repose

Great work –
originality – is it a long lost word?
– time for it’s resurrection

Be bappa bappa ba –
bappa bappa ba…
Do you know that one?

Lend me that book would you?
The cover splurge stirs my interest

A new what shop? Record shop?
Wow! Back in time here we go…

See you in the restaurant with
my MP3’s
A slice of cake?
Hmmm no….

Paint me a picture – I want to
order one now
Money has unexpectedly arrived

So I will indulge myself
in one of your works.
Better still I will call up to see
them soon…

No I won’t ask how long it took
to paint
And last but not least –
make sure it’s in watercolour

The simple things in life
Lasting indentations on the brain.

Pop Festival

Pop Festival

Pop Festival – I suppose that’s what we called it
One in particular was a turning point for me
Plumpton near Brighton, if correct my memory be

With beer in hand – running, startled, at sudden sound
The Festival had begun – this was a beckoning call
Running with a friend – ‘it’s about the music, that’s all’

But the atmosphere on me was dark and lost
I didn’t understand it’s foggy devilment
Only that the darkness was not heaven sent

Extremity of hopelessness – lost and undone
I tried to grasp why? Everything should have been fine
But a battle was ensuing for this soul of mine

I stood up and danced before all
Reaching for the sky for some answer – not found
Feet in the air, but soul on the ground

Inner conflict, doubt, confusion and all
Pain and hurt, depressed, with chagrin
‘Why am I here?’ ‘What has brought me to this bin?’

Many thoughts – none making sense
Laughed at, mocked and told to sit down
Fearful, confused, thinking myself a clown

Ashamed and something else,

I got over it – and carried on my way
Living to fight another day

But many months later
The lost was found
as Grace came after
That shadowy time –
and tears turned to laughter

It’s the way the Christ always works
Drawing near to the tears of despair
Sending to flight the power of the air

Dark and lost devilment
From the heart that cries out
– has to leave –
when faith replaces doubt

Its a strange language to others
when a man can say –
I met Jesus today.