Forest Lord for S.J.Gardner
As I walked out beneath the moon
I heard that old compelling tune
The Pipes of Pan that faintly play
have power to steal my will away.
The old God rules the forest yet
I know he does I can’t forget.
I was forced to follow the sound.
Although I know he can’t be found.
Unless he chooses to reveal
he is alive and well and real.
To tell the truth I found it odd
For Pan is a forgotten God.
He has the power to overrule
with music as his only tool.
My hardened shell of disbelief
and in some way grant me relief.
From all the woes which trouble me.
So for a little while I’m free,
to leave reality behind.
For long enough to still my mind.
I might be only fantasy.
I’m well ware that it could be
Although I try I can’t explain
the forest is till Pans domain.
Then suddenly the music ceased.
I knew that I had been released.
I still cherish the memory
Of the night Pan played pipes for me..
28-Oct-08
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Merciful Release?
Merciful Release.
The mist descended suddenly.
Totally unexpectedly.
I could not see to find my way
So I decided I should stay
Just where I was. It seemed to be.
The wisest choice
I’m not so certain that it was
I think perhaps that is because.
The clammy fog embraces me
And whispers to me quietly
You have no choice.
If I decide to let you go
I am quite certain you will know.
Not to brave the moors alone
These moors are mine all that I own
and I rejoice.
I have the power to heal or kill
I always had and always will.
These moors are worthy of respect
It is mission to protect.
It whispered sotto voice.
I will remember till I die.
There is no reason I should lie
The day the mist enveloped me
and whispered to me quietly
I hear that voice.
In nightmares to this very day.
Although it let me go my way.
I still retain the memory
Of the lesson taught to me.
The moors own voice.
Although it spoke so quietly
Is etched deep in my memory
I can’t forget although I try
And to this day I wonder why.
It made the choice
To set me free as suddenly
as the mist had captured me.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever know
Why it chose to let me go
I had no choice.
The moors have little time for fools
They can and will enforce their rules
I'm forced to take it seriously
Or pay the price
Tuesday,15 November 2011
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Moon dancer 2009
Beneath the moon alone I dance
to music only I can hear
Though other folk may look askance
and turn away to hide their fear.
They fear me ‘ cos I don’t conform
to any rule they recognise.
The say I’m mad when I perform
my shuffling dance beneath the skies
I may be mad but I am free,
more free than they will ever be.
For what they see as sanity
a subtle form of slavery.
They must conform to some set norm.
They are afraid of liberty.
Their life a role which they perform
albeit most reluctantly.
Until the pressure got to me
I used to be a college grad.
A nervous breakdown set me free.
Insanity is not too bad.
I dance alone beneath the moon
to music no one else can hear.
I caper to a lilting tune
My dancing drives away my fear.
Sometimes I can talk lucidly
and demonstrate intelligence
But all too soon the clarity
fades into incoherence.
I do no harm to anyone.
I represent no threat at all
But peoples fears still linger on
which they conceal behind a wall.
Pretending they’re indifferent
They do not try to understand
the reason I am different
They just dismiss me out of hand.
I am obsessed compelled to dance
to every moonlight rhapsody.
Recovery, there’s little chance.
Please show a little sympathy.
It could be you instead of me.
That’s forced to dance beneath the moon
to some compelling melody.
Believe me it could happen soon.
You are compelled to seek success.
The stresses grow too hard to bear
and all your efforts to impress
dissipate into thin air.
Then you will learn to be like me
Free from all the stress and strain
escape into insanity
Because you overstrained your brain..
04/06/2009
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What can you lose?
I’ve dreams to spare and dreams to share
For those of you prepared to dare
to leave behind reality
and try a little fantasy.
Although my dreams may not be new.
The promise that I make to you.
My dreams are all in good repair,
though some have seen a lot of wear.
You need not pay my dreams are free
because they’re low technology.
You do not need a power source
to view my dreams.Although of course
you must return them when you’re done
and if you’re truly satisfied
Exchange them for another one.
All sorts of dreams can be supplied.
Friday,22 January 2010
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Who was he? Welsh bardic form
Cywydd Llosgynrog.
I am forced to live alone
All those I knew long since gone.
There’s no one left who loves me.
This must be the penalty
I pay for longevity
It will be my turn soon
I am waiting patiently
Death will claim me finally
I will be happy to go.
There’ll be nothing left of me
but a fading memory
Which will be soon forgotten.
Thursday,11 February 2010
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Music Is Our Special Reserve
Think of a song without any tune,
It's like a forest without any birds,
Think of our Earth without the Moon,
Or a poem without any words.
We all know a song we love to hate,
Yet when heard it can still make us sing,
That's the power of music we just cannot wait,
To feel the joy those lyrics can bring.
We all have classics which forever remain,
As a memory which we'll never forget,
Is it lyrics or melody, the happiness or pain,
It can be joy or perhaps even regret.
The written word can and will cause you grief,
You will find some can also unnerve,
On the other hand song can bring such relief,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ''
The sign of a song that will forever endure,
Is the way some can bring you to tears,
It can also bring joy with it's special allure,
Within it's music you feel you belong.
Those lyrics remain in our memories store,
The tunes we will never forget,
They'll remain in our hearts forever more,
When they're played our appetites are whet.
There are songs that make the whole world jive,
They're the ones that are special to us all,
They can wake you up make you feel more alive,
That's the magic of the musical stall.
Listen to the messages contained in a song,
They are wonderful things to preserve,
By enjoying your music good times you'll prolong,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ‘'
Music can and will have a positive effect
It allows feelings to come shining through,
Those lyrics will give you the time to reflect.
Make you aware of what music can do,
We all want to leave a legacy of hope,
So words written that come from the soul,
Can allow us to heal and help us to cope,
They can once again make someone whole.
To the writers and singers whose music we love,
For each message that your song imparts,
Shows us your talents are a gift from above,
We thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
So lets all salute them and give them our praise,
It's a tribute which they truly deserve,
We thank you for your music as our glasses we raise,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ‘'
And no bird sings fot new friend Mel
.
The breeze which rustles in the trees
assisted by the birds and bees
Whose interlacing melodies
produce pastoral symphonies
Which vary as the seasons change
and the musicians re-arrange
the notes to suit their vocal range.
I think it would be very strange
if suddenly there ceased to be.
The music which can set us free
from worries temporarily
and silence reigned; permanently.
The sound of silence echoing
instead of song birds carolling.
13/04/2007
Revised
18/04/2009
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Only a thought away for M'lady Tara
The moonlight casts across the lake. A gleaming path which dreamers take
which leads them to or so it seems a magic land of fulfilled dreams
A different reality where they are granted instantly
The powers which they need to be utterly and completely free
To travel at the speed of thought to see the silver dragons sport
their changing colours as they fly in graceful dance across the sky
Or watch the mermaids as they play amidst the surf at break of day.
Though every wish is satisfied eventually they must decide
To leave the realms of fantasy, returning to reality.
The hum drum world of every day, resume the roles they have to play
but they return refreshed renewed. More positive in attitude
than those sad soul who dare not take the silver path across the lake
But choose instead to lie awake regretting every past mistake.
Because they lack the courage to, do what wiser dreamers do.
So take your courage in both hands forget this world and its demands
Just set your troubled spirits free to roam the lands of fantasy.
It does not take too long to learn and once you’ve been you will return.
You are quite free to come and go between the worlds you’ll come to know.
The boring world of every day or fantasy when you wish to play.
10-Aug-08
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Here and There for M'lady Mary Gordley
To you they are pure fantasy.
To me they are reality,
So we are bound to disagree.
In worlds I visit frequently,
you can see dragons flying free.
But only if you have the key.
To open up your tight closed mind
to all the wonders you can find
when reality is left behind.
Try it out what can you lose,
travel anywhere you choose.
You have free will you can refuse.
But when I need a holiday.
I close my eyes and drift away.
7-Jun-08
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Fuzzy Logic.
Between the worlds the boundary.
Sometimes grows thin and disappear.
Fantasy and reality
Which is which no longer clear.
Imagination can supply
Alternative scenarios
Where normal rules do not apply
But are they real? nobody knows
It may well be that it is so
I can accept a different view
I do not really want to know
whether or not that it is true
I can believe quite easily
there is no definite boundary.
Sunday,17 January 2010
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Changing perspective for bro Colin
A patchwork quilt of sunlit fields
Is visible as grey mist yields
to the majesty of the sun.
The morning mist and night shadows
are well aware that they must go
Now that a new day has begun.
The distant hills which I now see
Become for me reality
Now that the mists have fully gone.
No longer just a fantasy,
a half forgotten memory.
I wandered happily alone.
I did not lack for company
I had my book of poetry.
What more could any poet need
except a quiet spot to read.
31/08/2009
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Transformation
Moonlight filtered through the trees.
Can cast strange shadows on the ground
which fill me with a vague unease
because they seem to move around.
Somehow independently
The minute that I look away.
As if they have been watching me
to try and lead my thoughts astray.
I know that in reality
the shadows represent no threat
But fear erodes my certainty
and in my panic I forget.
I only know I have to run.
Just as the shadows knew I would
They coalesce, attack as one
Then finally I understood.
I should have run when I first saw
the shadows on the forest floor.
I know now what I did not know
before I became a shadow.
31/07/2009
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Past and Present.
The truth is written in the rocks.
The Fossil Record does not lie.
Although it’s true it sometimes shocks.
We must accept new rules apply.
The facts we once believed were true
are proven false by further proof
that’s been unearthed. Something new
which takes us closer to the truth.
The truth is what we seek to find.
Try to take an unbiased view.
Attempt to keep an open mind
It’s something that we have to do.
There are still answers to be found
by accident deep underground.
Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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A whole new ball game.
The time had come for me to go and leave the world of work behind
I was not sure, did not know how I would occupy my mind
To fill the long hours of the day. I knew some things I’d like to try.
But work had left small time for play and now there s was no reason why.
My times my own an I am free to try my hand at something new
from pottery to poetry and that is what I mean to do.
It may seem strange but now I find there are too few hours in the day.
To do the things I have in mind. I look at life a different way.
Retirement wrought a change in me I do the thing I want to do
I have no one to please but me. Something you can look forward to.
When you too leave the world of work behind. You’ll be too busy to regret.
The years you spent as a wage slave you’ll be quite happy to forget.
19-Jul-08
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Freedom of choice.
I see God as a neutral force.
A universal power source,
which everyone has access to.
To do the things they choose to do.
It can be used for good or ill
according to the users will.
But like any power source
there’ll be a price to pay of course.
Be very careful how you use
The power that you’re free to choose.
It’s your responsibility.
You cannot claim to be blame free
For what you freely chose to do.
You’ll foot the bill when it falls due.
Sunday,27 February 2011
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Dreams are not reality for M 'lady Ann Beard
Dreams are not reality
She was not fat nor was she thin
but rather somewhere in between.
She was not dark nor was she fair
for she was blessed with auburn hair
Her eyes were neither brown nor blue
but of a subtle sea green hue
She was not bold se was not shy
but always acted modestly
She had a brain which she could use.
Quite unafraid to state her views.
By nature she was sweet and kind.
The ideal girl I had in mind.
I searched but unsuccessfully
Perhaps I set my sights too high
Still single at thirty and two.
I met and fell in love with you.
I knew you were the one for me
and I surrendered easily.
Gave up my foolish fantasy
and recognised reality.
I was not meant to be alone
I think that I had always known.
Some day somewhere there had to be
A real girl not a fantasy.
So I asked you to marry me
in the faint hope you would agree.
Overjoyed when you said yes
I could forget my loneliness.
We face the world now side by side
I have some reason now for pride.
Because you love me I must be
a better man than I could see.
Until I looked into your eyes
and saw you saw me as a prize.
27-Nov-08
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Time to be,
Steal away quietly meditate
You can spare time enough. For a while
silently hide away. Contemplate
who you are, what you are thoroughly.
You may find peace of mind, leave behind
the pressures and distress easily.
All you need to succeed is concede.
You can fly if you try earnestly.
You will see, you can be really free.
12/07/2009
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Rosalie
Words and music by bob seger
Shes quite the mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Shell see you later
And no one dares disuade her openly
She knows music
And no music till you see
Shes got the power
Of loyal teens - queen rosalie
Rosalie... rosalie...rosalie
Shes got the classics
Comes from all the corners, corners of the world
So fatastic
Shes everybodys little record girl
She knows music
No music till you see
Shes got the power... got the power, rosalie...rosalie... rosalie
From chattanooga to good bogalloosa
You can hear them fine
She makes her choices
And it may be best to smilin when its choosin time
Knows music
No music till you see
Shes got the power, got the tower, rosalie...rosalie...rosalie
Knows music...knows music...knows music
Rosalie...rosalie
song performed by by Bob Seger
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I would if I could
Philosophers considering
the mysteries if the universe.
May seem to be woolgathering
or dozing off which would be worse.
But they are not: They’re deep in thought
Oblivious to reality
They contemplations of a sort
which is akin to fantasy.
Their thoughts are on a higher plane
I don’t pretend to understand.
Although they try they can’t explain.
So they dismiss me out of hand.
At least I work to earn my pay
I cannot sit and think all day.
13/05/2009
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Dual Personality for C.P.Sharma
Dual Personality
Sometimes I try to concentrate.
My mind decides to deviate
and gaily goes its sweet way
Against my will I have to say.
Although I love to fantasise
I often find to my surprise.
My mind is playing tricks on me.
Accepting as reality.
Strange things which cannot possibly
exist outside of fantasy.
Perhaps my mind is free to go
to places that I cannot know.
Bound by my frame of reference.
To where there is no difference.
Reality and fantasy
can coexist quite happily.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
It seems to me quite possibly.
My mind does not depend on me.
An independent entity
which is quite free to come and go.
I am convinced it must be so.
Although I know I’m always me.
My mind remains a mystery.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
I ponder on it frequently.
It seems to work efficiently
but how it does still baffles me.
12-Oct-08
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Open invitation for M 'lady Lucianne
Just loose your hold and come with me.
Explore the worlds of fantasy,
strange places only dreamers see
There is no charge it is quite free.
Decide where you would like to be
and we will travel rapidly.
Borne on the wings of poetry.
There is nothing for you to fear
reality won’t disappear.
You can’t escape so easily.
29-Apr-08
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