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YOU

 

The shell

Apparently fragile

Contains such life

Awakening

Not just yourself

But others, too

 

The eyes

Deep and hazel

Drawing me in

Bathing me

In wisdom’s warmth

It’s what you do

 

And then

The shape of your cheeks

A perfect form

Enhancing

The shape of your soul

I doubt you knew

 

Your lips

Bright and red

Mouthing carefully

Explaining

The depth of your mind

The shape of you

 

A spark

Has lifted my spirit

Neurons firing

Awakening

The self I disguise

I never knew

 

A fear

Of never re-knowing

Your thoughtful words

But hoping

My idiot mind

Made sense to you.

Watching the Whales
(
This can be sung gently)

People say I’m crazy, doing what I’m doing


Pinching lines from Lennon will lead me to ruin


If I found my own lines, maybe I could make some sense


Of this feeling and stop sitting on the fence


I’m just sitting here watching whales swim round and round


When I close my eyes I can almost hear the sound


Of music coming from the deep blue sea


But so could everyone – or perhaps it’s only me.


 


Seven kinds of wonder, all with red, white and blue in


Waving seven flags, in spite of all the booing


Disunited Kingdoms spending billions on defence


Not on medicine that would be easy to dispense


So I’m sitting her watching the whales swim round and round.


When I close my eyes I can feel the things I’ve found


Imagine possibilities of the things that once could be


In the past or future, oh if only you could see!


 


People say I’m crazy, doing what I’m doing.


Writing lines again - and maybe songs with you in


It discompletes the jigsaw and helps me to make unsense


Of the world you’re  building in the past and present tense


I’m just sitting here watching the whales swim round and round


When I close my eyes I unravel the unwound


Take your glasses off and maybe you will see


Put the world together in a better way for me.


The water from the taps is fine

But we drink Bottled Water

Strange as strange as that might seem

It’s what her mother taught her.

 

Too many things I should have done

Just too much Bottled Oughta

And now I’m angry with myself

Committing mental slaughter.

 

I won’t wear dresses, I’m a man

I’m not your Bottled Daughter

And if that sister’s inside me

I turned around and fought her.

 

Behind Blue Eyes, my favourite song

My angers Bottled, Sorta

And now I’m laughing at your joke

The girl you’re with, you bought her?

 

The plastic looks just like the sea

A sea of Bottled Water

She slipped and fell as I stood by

Perhaps I could have caught her

 

If I hadn’t been sipping on

My Bottled Water.

Twenty-Sixteen-Twenty (201620) – And All That.

 

This year will go in History

Down as such a mystery

When things occurred

That no one dared

Believed could come to pass.

 

It might seem strange

To rearrange

The dates involved,

But I’m resolved

To educate this class.

 

Like this:

 

1026 we think was born an earl whose brother ‘came the king

But Tostig’s fate was not so great

Of him no heralds sing.

At Stamford Bridge he lost his life a traitor to his clan

Hardrada’s side? Had he no pride?

Not part of Harold’s plan!

 

1062 a city grew, Morocco’s city of red

A Muslim place of charm and grace

Where Patron Saints lie dead.

In Marrakech medina rose to sell such diverse wares

Then Crosby, Stills and Nash brought thrills

And sang that song of theirs.

 

In 1206 an engineer, an Arab, al-Jazari

Published a book, please take a look

Though YOU might find it dreary

A ‘Book of Knowledge’, so it says and ‘Ingenious Devices’

And in that year – Yes! Sugar’s here!

Along with many spices!

 

1260, then, a music man said notes have shape and length

Frank of Cologne, as he was known (!)

His theory had much strength.

It’s used today and followed still, his ideas of notation.

For what he wrote said every note

Has rhythmical duration.

 

 

1602 and England’s bard, he wrote of Merry Wives

And other plays, or so it says.

Of people and their lives

Twelfth Night in London made them roar so call it What You Will -

About the twins and love and sins

A Christmas favourite still.

 

In 1620 I am told, the Pilgrims all set sail

Across the seas, their God to please

They knew they could not fail

In Turkey, too, a merry-go –round, the first one ever seen

At some strange fair, I’ve not been there

Philippapolis, I mean.

 

2016 - the strangest year of Brexit and of Trump

The people’s voice? They had a choice…

They really ‘got the hump’.

In dangerous swarms they raised their arms and made their feelings known

With talk of walls in raging halls

The ‘little man’ has grown.

 

And now all that – they may rise up to ‘take back’ their own land

The unheard mass; forgotten class

Decide to take a stand.

They march as one and know what’s best, they don’t need foreign aid.

By millionaires and billionaires

They’re led, but won’t be paid.

It’s like a clamp, in my head

Or a revelation, like I’m dead

It’s a tramp, in the woods

A heavy cargo of goods

 

Heavy and hanging, intense like a crowd

Oppressive and clinging

Like a hot thunder cloud

Waiting for rainfall, a blessed release

From tension, depression

For something to cease

 

Then it’s light for a moment

All sunny and light

The pressure seems lifted

Like rainfall at night

Relax, be normal, smile a genuine smile.

Back to the person I am, for a while.

 

Then a stamp on my head

Its like nothing I have read

Just a tramp, down and out

Never letting me shout.

YOU

 

The shell

Apparently fragile

Contains such life

Awakening

Not just yourself

But others, too

 

The eyes

Deep and hazel

Drawing me in

Bathing me

In wisdom’s warmth

It’s what you do

 

And then

The shape of your cheeks

A perfect form

Enhancing

The shape of your soul

I doubt you knew

 

Your lips

Bright and red

Mouthing carefully

Explaining

The depth of your mind

The shape of you

 

A spark

Has lifted my spirit

Neurons firing

Awakening

The self I disguise

I never knew

 

A fear

Of never re-knowing

Your thoughtful words

But hoping

My idiot mind

Made sense to you.

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Gary
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I am a wordsmith. I hope I paint pictures using words. Colourful, or, sometimes, colourless. I don't always 'get it'. But I do my best...
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Lolita-Artz Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2017  Professional Digital Artist

thank you very much for the watch!! :heart:

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OtherVoice Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2017  New Deviant
It is my pleasure. Your work is truly amazing. So enchanting and magical.
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aw thank you so much!!
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Welcome to Deviantart! :wave:
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OtherVoice Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2017  New Deviant
Thank you. Your work is stunning. I especially love the vivid colours.
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Stunning V3 by PapaGolf54 welcome
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