Friday, 31 August 2018
Thursday, 30 August 2018
Wednesday, 29 August 2018
What If
what if you
were no longer in my life
the ferns would pale
to a faded green
even with soft tinkling rain drops
you
who sustained me for years
you
who always remembered birthdays
mothers day christmas new year
you
who made me feel less alone in my world
you
who was everything i ever wanted
but forbidden to me
you
who confided and trusted me
with so many of your secrets
you
who were so fearful of the connection
you
who kept on reminding me a propos of nothing
that you did not love me
what if you
were no longer in my life
i would always remember the
smile of you
the lie of you
what if you
were no longer in my life
it will be sad
it will be lonely
but it will never be empty
i will always have vivaldi
Midweek Motif - Poets United
Carpe Diem 1506 - Tango From Argentina
takes two to tango
hearts beating fire and passion
the dance of love
Monday, 27 August 2018
Sunday, 26 August 2018
Friday, 24 August 2018
Carpe Diem # 1504
folk song from the slaves
the nation owes them everything
free labour plus fine music
Saturday, 18 August 2018
I. Handel Arrival of the Queen of Sheba - The Sixteen
Queen Of Sheba
who do you think you are?
the queen of sheba
yes
every girl's a queen
deserving of
making an entrance
with celebration music
a curtsey and nod
to the word weavers
jungle cat lovers
handel
celestial wind choirs
oboes
tis an ill wind
that only a few
blow very very good
Thursday, 16 August 2018
Wednesday, 15 August 2018
Friday, 10 August 2018
Carpe Diem # 1494 - Koto
japanse koto music
cherry blooms cherry blooms
cherry blooms are everywhere
as children we sang this
for our school play
small children with fans
dressed in silk kimonos
wearing makeup
an exciting memory from
a distant childhood
Wednesday, 8 August 2018
Monday, 6 August 2018
Carpe Diem # 1491 Kabyle - Algeria
joyful dancers
expert movers and shakers
at wiggling the right bits
Carpe Diem # 1490 Joik - Sami Song
lapon dans la neige
cheeks pink'd by the icy frost
fur clad freezing cold
Sunday, 5 August 2018
Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise (feat. L.V.) [Music Video]
what life throws at you
never let it wear you down
you are in to win
Haiku Horizons
Friday, 3 August 2018
Turkish Folk Zeybek Dance
the music of fear
they could hear them across the straits
only one hour by boat
the blood soaked aegean
still red from ancient times
Carpe Diem # 1489
Wednesday, 1 August 2018
Earth, Wind and Fire
lying in the sun
listening to this
i think of you
when i think of you
i think of summer blue skies and smiles
a party on the beach
dancing in the supermarket aisles
laughing at the back of the bus
i know i struck a windfall
finding that black pearl in the oyster
a rare moment of
happiness deserves to
be immortalised in verse
Amália Rodrigues - Fado Português
from a seedy dockside bar
fado lights up the night sky
ringing out across the bay
Carpe Diem # 1488
Anne Frank
"Dearest Kitty, ". . . Can you please tell me exactly what "a bundle of contradictions" is? What does "contradiction" mean? Like so many words, it can be interpreted in two ways: a contradiction imposed from without and one imposed from within. The former means not accepting other people's opinions, always knowing best, having the last word; in short, all those unpleasant traits for which I'm known. The latter, for which I'm not known, is my own secret. As I've told you many times, I'm split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the lighter side of things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, an off-color joke. This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper and finer. . . ."
written august 1st 1944
three days later
kitty who never was
and you who never will be
took the one way
german cattle truck express trip
to auschwitz
on arrival
the sirens
blazing lights
guttural shouts
orders
alsatian dogs
wagner
leider
running
loud speakers
putrid smoke
were
a veritable re-enactment of dante's inferno
in the panic and haste
a very knowing insightful
little girl left her diary behind
we all read it
we knew what those blue numbers meant
on the lady's arm who worked in the delicatessen
they are tattooed on our memory for the rest of our lives
we don't see them anymore
Midweek Motif - MLMM
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