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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#11 Let It Rock |
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Hello Poets; Some of us on Tir are fond of using music in our poetry postings, yeah I am one of them. I must admit my love of music is one of my inspirations even if her ladyship, the Muse, goes at a somewhat deranged angle at times so I thought a relatively free challenge this time using your own choice of music to inspire your write. Please remember to include a reference or link to the music you are using. (You tube is good!) Happy Quilling and Blessings to All Jem XXXX |
Let It Rock Responses
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Kathy AndersonThe age came And went away From freedom Time holds no breath It swings a pendulum Like a rockers drum We take our steps Higher visions To the next cantata Then hurry back To the back beat Of classic Perifidia The new revolution Is already squashed In Rap sauce GreenPeace So lets let our hair down And take a step back To Aquarius! ----- A Trip Your On I'm just a trip you'vre on from that last glass of wine you had a dream of me and I dreamt just of you then when it was over we are where we once were Don't be too afraid cause your hearts in me racing with the sun as shapeless as clouds and just watcn it fly I am a dream you are my trip to places loved that are now gone quiet now know that love is with you A trip our dreams end. |
Divena CollinsListen do you feel it deep within That penetrating beat Drums of desire. Loud bass vibrations deep inside To excite the senses Of spirits higher. Rendering souls within a trance Of deep rhythmic moods Drums of desire. Meditation of the mind and body That beats deeply within Of spirits higher. Can you feel it within your heart Pulsating loud the rhythm Drums of desire. Releasing tensions deep within Feelings never forgot Of spirits higher.  ----- Eighteenth Century Rock I had a funny dream last night travelling back years and years In an eighteenth century ballroom. and baby I was bored tears There were women fanning fans,and wearing wigs and bustles And men that were so pale they had hardly any muscles As they lined up for a dance, so sedate and so demure To something called a minuet very chaste and pure It needed livening up a bit and I had nothing to lose So I showed them how to rock and roll to the tune of `blue suede shoes` They never enjoyed themselves so much, as they did that night with me There`s much more fun to rock and roll as everyone there could see, The Ladies retired to their boudois to take off their party dresses While they were there they took off their wigs to free their flowing tresses, Discarding their bustles before stepping out to rock in just their bloomers Shocking Mamma`s to the point of a scream, for risking scandelous rumours. While Grandpapa was standing by in his crimson stockings Decided he`d join in the fun and rocked `til his knees were knocking "I do believe" he did say"that this could be something great But I don`t think even I can keep on going at this rate" Just at the precise moment .when they played `heartbreak hotel` I was awakened abruptly from my sleep by my battery alarm bell.  ----- Rock`n Roll Crazy Remembering days of rock and roll When I was just a teeny bopper `God Bless My Soul.` How I loved those rhythm and blues Lime green and shocking pink socks `Blue Suede Shoes.` A brand new era of rock and roll bop `Good Golly Miss Molly`s` `At the hop.` `Long Tall Sally` said `Johny Be Good` `Lucille` is wearing `Chantilly Lace`and `In The Mood`. `Run Around Sue``The Girl Cant Help It` `All she wants to do is Shout Now` Rhythm and Blues. `Rock around the clock` dig that song `Sweet Talking Guy` `Yakety Yak` `Shakin All Over` all night long.  |
Jem FarmerDelicious scents of cocoa tease the nose While baking a cake for candles to crown A tender greeting for a birthday treat As brightly wrapped parcels gently repose All chosen with care so my love is shown Today it is her I shall celebrate. My passion baked into morsels, sweet My love declared with a scented, red rose And breakfast in bed needs no dressing gown. It is her love that made my life complete From that first tender kiss on our first date I’ve welcomed the warmth she placed in my heart; Now love’s wants and needs can anticipate As from her side I can never depart. ----- The Language of Love I love you Three words without reason Or logical explanation! Amo te The ancient powers of passion Bourne from coyly made glances. Rwy’n caru ti My Celtic heart surrenders Enthralled by her tender soul. Techihhila Waking up in your arms I find myself falling in love. Kimi o ai shiteru Trusting instincts overcome The darkness of fear. Taim i' ngra leat A long lost beat of my heart Rediscovered by you ----- Sylvan Sunset Amid silhouette trees she stands, Unseen and silent is her breath While watching the sun go down. Reflected rainbow skies recall The ancient sylvan dream While watching the sun go done. In the stillness of twilight The forest folk whisper their magic While watching the sun go down. The leaves answer on a breeze Sharing their secrets of the night While watching the sun go down. And in the forest nymphs are walking Hand in hand quietly talking While watching the sun go down. Beside the glistening waters They sit beneath the willowy fronds While watching the sun go down.  ----- Where Lies the Peace Another shooting in the Middle East Yet tabloids focus on a footballer’s affair Where lies peace in this stormy world? The fall of morality For financial glory and power Where lies the peace in this stormy world? A child starving in a rain starved savannah While fat-cat politicians argue a penny Where lies the peace in this stormy world? Domestic abuse leaves a wife dying Hidden from stray shafts of sunlight Where lies the peace in this stormy world? Homelessness and poverty swept out of sight Unwelcome in the streets of a newly built city Where lies the peace in this stormy world? Wasted words engraved on tombstones As no-one cares to hear a desperate cry Where lies peace in this stormy world? |
Ryter RoethicleHey look at that yo-yo’s That’s the way you do it Writing poetry in the Tir nan G That aint hard working That’s the way you do it Your money for nothing And the Chicks and Me. That aint hard working That’s the way you do it Let me tell you our girls aint dumb Maybe get a blister on yer typing finger Maybe get a blister on yer thumb You Tube, Google, all we need Lotsa music, colour picc eys That aint hard working That’s the way you do it Let me tell you Willow aint dumb Readn Willow better than a TV Other websites aint no fun Shoulda mentioned Jemmy and Divena Kathy, Peggy and Maryse to Liz is a new one but she Ok Then there’s others poppin day to day You Tube, Google, all we need Lotsa music, colour picc eys Cummon Yo Yos Lets see ya do it Come along and join us Throw away the TV It aint workin it’s the way you do it Having fun till ya gotta go an pee.  ----- Quaranta Miglia The way I feel right now, I know we’ve met before, perhaps a thousand lifetimes. I feel myself drawn to you, but is that good, or like 40 miles of bad road? Are we part of fates scheme, and will we meet again perhaps a thousand lifetimes? Or have our paths just crossed like two cars in the desert covering 40 miles of bad road? I cannot imagine any time or any place or a thousand lifetime without you. I know each life we meet and share our load together to cross our 40 miles of bad road.  ----- We will Rock You After eating berries From off’ve my tree The birds thought of a way That they could repay me Singing We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you A huge purple stain Of excrement Runs down my shirt I wonder what What the bastards meant Singing We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you Buddy you a dead bird If I find you, And if I do Then you are mine And I’ll shtick yer feathers Where the sun don’t shine Singing I will, I will stuff you I will, I will stuff you Buddy stop yer singing Yer a big disgrace When I find you As I’m bound to I’ll smear yer shit All over your face Singing I will, I will rock you I will, I will rock you ----- Wonderful World It’s winter the birds are noisy whilst the sombre sky look down. It’s winter some trees are bare but some still have their leaves. It’s winter but Lorikeets still play and the trees seem happier for it. It’s winter and they are hiding again as winter rains belt down. It’s winter and the rain’s belting down hear it pounding on the roof. It’s winter and the birds are back it's still a wonderful world.  ----- Yesterday and Tomorrow Should I roll away time from my mind And make love to you as we did then It will easily roll away the centuries. Shall I play and tempt you till you find Memories return to those other times when We played and touched so many times before. It will easily roll away the centuries To events and fruits of so many kinds Awakening your mind and mine ye ken! It will easily roll away the centuries When first your voice invited me explore, To sip the wine and taste the fruits of love. Now across the centuries I want you more Sharing the bounties we know so much of.  back to list |
Liz Ruleelectric guitar's screaming metal overtones - Hendrix' singing soul skipping pebbles across the river - rock dance. ----- My Tambourine Man Come to me, my Tambourine Man, find me in the hush of morn, pipe for me your wildest magic, dance with me at the gates of dawn. Strum your guitar, my Tambourine Man, sing to me your sweetest song, I hear your ankle bells a-jingle, love me while the day is long. Cast your breath upon the wind, I will inhale your fragrance deep, take me aboard your rollicking ship and rock me in your arms to sleep. Take me far beyond night’s curtain, show me the secret ways of rhyme, drum me the rhythms of the ancients, skip with me into a vortex of time. There we will sip, from wells of darkness, primeval thoughts from before first dawn, there we will cast our lines of gossamer, fishing for galaxies not yet born. Come to me, oh, my Tambourine Man, your music has me in its thrall, pipe once again your ancient magic and I will dance till evening’s fall. ----- The Unbreathing We are the unbreathing, We followed where you led, The unthinking, the unknowing, To the hungry cannons fed. You told us we’d find glory, That our families would be fed; "Dulce est pro patria mori"* Were the last words that you said. But we didn’t know our Latin And you lulled our minds asleep With your voice as smooth as satin, While you herded us like sheep. And we didn’t know that glory Was another word for dead, That your Cause was just a story To justify the blood we shed, While you counted up your profits And watched your millions grow, And labelled us as misfits If we ever dared say no. We fought for Jehovah, We fought for Genghis Khan, We’ve fought the whole world over And through every age of man. Your wars we’ve either won or lost, According to your schemes, Sacrificial pawns in mass graves tossed While you plundered all our dreams. But from the grave we’ll haunt you, For at last we’ve learnt the truth, That wealth and power for the few Spring from the blood of slaughtered youth. back to list |
Peter WillowdownBirds sing after the shower of rain, briefly forgetful of hunger, territory and life's little pains, delighting only in the vibrant wetness of leaves. without thought of loss or gain, raising their voices in joyful song, no agrieved or estranged individuals at traditional odds with each other but a united and harmonious throng, feathered paladin's of Heaven's bright blue Grail. Even the little snail sleeping on a post in my garden lifts his antennae to see what all the fuss is about. Words spring up as naturally as sun-seeking water in the poet's care-laden heart; he forgets the wounds and travails of the day's journey - like the birds rejoicing in the nature of liberation and the vouchsafed glimpse that life is not a constant tourney but a dance of deft delight. All the world thrums and thrills to the tune of an invisible Piper and even in the vault of Night when the light of the Sun is absent, the stars all twinkle, remote and bright, leaves upon an invisible Tree only those possessed of the gold and silver keys of the pure and open heart can see. back to list |
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