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Memory’s Song

MEMORY’S SONG

You listen to the song
It triggers your memory’s reprise

The song of intermittent thought
going from scene to scene
You alone know what it means

You’re back there
and then
You’re back here again

Your memory has made them
glorious days
But sometimes
Take with a pinch of salt
what memory says

Nevertheless it’s good to recall
Give thanks for most – if not all
But in your youth –
(are you in your youth?)

Such travellings don’t
get a look in
‘Cause – see –
you haven’t time for them

But even you –
(what’s in it for you)
Gives way to:

A lived moment back
through your teens to
Mama’s outstretched arms
And cuddles so pure
You felt loved and secure

Maybe though –
you cannot compute?
Due to loud angry shoutings
Of an out-of-tune song
The lyric of incessant violence
Bad behaviour of the most
despicable kind
This memory song you
never want to sing

Nevertheless my friend
Find the memory that
means the most
And sing your song of
frozen-screen’s joy

Live it again
the song of back then

And see the contrast
of good and bad
But know good is…
As bad should not be…

Count blessings
God is in earshot
Let Him know
you will sing His hymn

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?

 

 

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.