A Ballad Begins

close thine eyes of heather’d bliss
and sleep ’til springtime’s green
let night seduce you with his kiss
and cast the darkness out with dreams

unfinished

WINZERFALLE

I heard Lord Bacchus try to sing
discordant sad and long laments
of eternal thirsts unquenched
that to his blood red eyes did bring
a tear for all those sorry souls
who to his world of vineyard’s old
gave all their dreams so cheaply spent
in trade for those his kisses lent.

yet on the dire and sunken host
such melancholic ayrs are lost
as they pay gladly all that costs
and to Lord Bacchus spend the most.

Older Poems #4 : Maiden of the Elm Tree

fair maiden of the elm tree
love borne upon the bough
each leaf that falls
requited tears
I must return somehow
a thousand fold
in joyous weepings
a river forms thy name
and within its eddies
I shall drown
not to emerge again.

© 2017

HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE

Isaac Asimov stated the obvious
and Vonnegut smiled like a loon
Bradbury laughed to see such fun
and Dick put a man on the moon, the moon,
and Dick put a man on the moon.

a scribbled partial lyric found in box

my favourite shirt lies on the bed
just like that Nicky Heyward said
and no one pulled the blinds last night
I laugh inside at who I became
on Earle Street in the pouring rain
as my shadows drank up the light

of just another Sunday morning
let regrets play no mind
just another tied on head
push the button to rewind

Songwright (unfinished)

write songs with sincerity
to sing them with uncertainty
show that side to you we wish we were
amd in our insecurity
we’ll find out who we want to be
beyond that which to the world we share.

Another Verse Without A Protest Song

the bells are ringing,
and the sirens singing
to warn of wars that never came
for the end will be dealt
in silence and stealth
and what was won’t come again.

The Forgotten Songs (unfinished)

In the days before
I was filled with youthful songs
still I sing their words
though the music comes out wrong

as now my days are short
and their tunes but memories
floating back across the years
to who I used to be

in some long lost springtime
each verse a lover’s dream
have now in winter as regret
relate what may have been.

Untitled Song

she said to me farewell
and from this summer’s golden joy
winter’s dark befell

she said to me goodbye
and ’twas at once all of the stars
had left the evening sky.

we are no more she said
and in a moment from this heart
all that lived was bled.

From Another Riverbank (a song for Scott Walker)

from another riverbank
I stand watching her
framed against
the distant clouds

from another riverbank
I stand watching her
singing her song
without words

from another riverbank
I stand watching her
as the rain falls
on the still waters

and the ripples which grow
closer to the other side
roll against the footprints
where she once stood
and whisper my song
too late, too late

while I can only stand
and watch her
from another riverbank