all i ever had
November 7, 2008 at 6:16 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 14 CommentsTags: Bob Marley, love poetry, poetry, writing
subtitle – oh no, Friday Night live,
subdrop – The Frank Zappa Riff
Dear Alessander and The Angel Headed Hipster
thankyou, i have not changed my ideas one iota
but i have become better in the implementation
of certain instruments, nudge nudge,
as a result of drunkenly stumbling
out of Argentinian steakhouse tango
parlours at dawn laughing and
toasting some sungod for his obvious
glaring and quite cliched blinding.
hypothesise my darling amber eyes up on
the pavement that ideas never die, it is the having
of them that’s important and watching as they fly,
i can’t control some outcome which occurs on
an event horizon all i ever wanted was for her
to hear me cry,
oh my what an act of perfect
transportative plumptiousness,
and watch her walk away like some ocean
perfect uncontained,
as Bob Marley sings
redemption song,
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Gliding past Alessander, as he would do me I’m sure, my smile broadened muchly at even the sight of the wonderful Angel Headed Hipster. The middle is just gorgeously pirhouetting and twirling, with her wicked laugh teasing. Plumptiousness what a stupid word, haha.
Comment by Mary P— November 7, 2008 #
“your words clearly emancipate themselves from mental slavery,” said marley to squires, waiting for the guitar break…
your references are always playful and provoke something intangible within me…
Comment by Chico Mahalo— November 8, 2008 #
amber eyes up on the pavement. wicked.
Comment by tipota— November 8, 2008 #
like a hug
like Mary i smile and such beautiful words.
please uncle, tell me again what i should do in the Orchid room, I must have been looking out of the window…
Comment by beeskiffle— November 8, 2008 #
i am loving the musical themes running through your work these days, high art to low, loud to soft
Comment by jason— November 8, 2008 #
you are terribly inspiring and my favorite ~ ideas never die, it is the having
of them that’s important and watching as they fly
Comment by la lunatique— November 8, 2008 #
Thankyou all. I want to make a note for me here and call this a study in ‘i’ sounds. Haha,
Comment by Paul— November 8, 2008 #
“the pavement that ideas never die, it is the having
of them that’s important and watching as they fly”
beautiful
Comment by cocoyea— November 8, 2008 #
What a refrshingly different read! Did my old heart good, it did! Thanks for that. I have come to your blog via Jim’s The Truth about Lies. First impressions: very impressive.
Comment by Dave King— November 8, 2008 #
Paul….
You have brought tears to eyes of mine…you captured me like noone else could, and I am terribly honored by this.
Email coming
(((((YOU))))))
Yayayayay there she is! ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((you)))))))))))))))))))),
Comment by Amber eyes up the pavement— November 9, 2008 #
wow that middle stanza wows
hmmn and there really is an amber eyes up the pavement!
Comment by artpredator— November 9, 2008 #
second art predator on the second stanza, it captures one’s mind … and settles for a while.
and the whole poem sings very well.
Comment by Annamari— November 9, 2008 #
‘Watch her walk away like some ocean
perfect
uncontained…’
Lovely………
Comment by Selma— November 9, 2008 #
okay starting w/frank zappa.. way cool.. and ending with bob marley… oh, and inbetween “..the pavement that ideas never die, it is the having of them that’s important and watching as they fly, …” and “..oh my what an act of perfect transportative plumptiousness,
….” kudos paul..
Comment by one more believer— November 10, 2008 #