amaryn poetry and pics 2013

the man singing from the minaret of the mosque in Ao Nang
in the early morning
is a nightingale to his people
but a bagpipe to the tourists
who want to sleep long

I sent you a PM in regards to "dedication" that being said........great poem!
Roaring Times:another Amaryn classic!Come visit Hollywood!(Paid for the California Visitors Bureau)

Thank you, pm read and answered. I think Hollywood will remain unvisited as the globe has so much to offer, but thanks for the invitation,lol

walking along this lane
I seek relief of pain
'cause here I realize
that I live now, not twice

who am I to complain?
here I'll return again
to find my peace of mind
I almost left behind

I shall inhale this spring
as time is on a wing
not dwell on memories
my heart it is I'll please

who am I to complain?
when I walk on this lane
I know what I want to be:
a blossoming cherrytree

c: amaryn 2013

at my foot end
lies your silence,
your picture
which does not seem to fade;
many lipps
I have analyzed since
and sometimes
I see my own scars
in a mirror:
for a moment
I find myself totally
unimportant

impressions of Istanbul


the smell of hastily washed women
and the odour of rapidly sweating men
hang in the hall
where erotics
dealt paradise
a deadly blow

morning dawn
stands in a bright orange dress
in the meadow nearby
flirting with me,
whilst farmers pluck
silver sweat
of the mown grass

Originally Posted by amaryn

Thank you, pm read and answered. I think Hollywood will remain unvisited as the globe has so much to offer, but thanks for the invitation,lol

You can always visit it anytime you watch a film!Hollywood is a state of mind,that when everything is going great,I feel I'm there.In Fantasyland!I'll reply to your poems next commercial break,if I stay awake!(there's a start for you!)

Doug zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Obviously fast asleep,lol! However: you're right there. I'll be awaiting your comments. Hahaha: no 140 restrictions needed.
What abt writing a song about that,eh?

Originally Posted by amaryn

the man singing from the minaret of the mosque in Ao Nang
in the early morning
is a nightingale to his people
but a bagpipe to the tourists
who want to sleep long

Very good, amaryn. However, I must admit to loving bagpipes. It must be a genetic thing, though some people disagree! There are other instruments that affect me in the "fingernails scraping across a blackboard" sense, though . . .

Originally Posted by amaryn

Yes, a great thanks!

I admit, I am not into country music (though you are from the "heart" of Kentucky and the mountains there are very dear to you, I know).
But I appreciate your attention. The lyrics are well understood and straight forward. Loneliness is a dreadful thing and noticeable all around us.
Thank you, Frankie! It is a theme which suits any style of music and indeed is being used by a great variety of performers, like- to name just a few - Nat King Cole,
Janis Joplin, The Doors, Diana Krall, Nina Simone, Dusty Springfield, The Beatles, The Stones, a score of rap artists , Elvis Costello, Elvis,
and certainly many country artists too.

Agree, Amaryn--all those people and more can express these lonesome feelings in song. Not everyone likes country or bluegrass music. I thoroughly understand why not. If I had not been born here, I wouldn't like this old-fashioned style of country music either. But as it is, it's in my bones.

Decision:love it
Impressions of Istanbul:thanks for the Warning!Sounds like my neighborhood!
Morning dawn:Sweet,like you my Friend!

I really liked the istanbul one, and bagpipes. Both having great line breaks. You seem comfortable with this style, so keep going like this!

Originally Posted by Eccer

I really liked the istanbul one, and bagpipes. Both having great line breaks. You seem comfortable with this style, so keep going like this!

Thanks indeed, Eccer! I think you could call them aforisms. I like at times to wrap my impressions as compact as is possible

Originally Posted by Doug Denslowe

Decision:love it
Impressions of Istanbul:thanks for the Warning!Sounds like my neighborhood!
Morning dawn:Sweet,like you my Friend!

LOL That was another delicate remark of yours. Istanbul I visited during my gigs on the Mediterranean and I had a chance to have a good look at it once a week. I walked a lot. It is an amazing place indeed, as contrastive as Rome, culturally a Superpearl.

In "Morning dawn" I wasn't sure if it should be "of the grass" or rather "off the grass" What do ya think, Flower Brother?

"Decision" includes some walking: thanks you liked it, in spite of your sore feet

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

Very good, amaryn. However, I must admit to loving bagpipes. It must be a genetic thing, though some people disagree! There are other instruments that affect me in the "fingernails scraping across a blackboard" sense, though . . .

You should never listen to me playing the piano with my long fingernails, which I need for the guitar!
Thanks for your comments and reading, Frankie.
Appreciated as always!

Originally Posted by amaryn

walking along this lane
I seek relief of pain
'cause here I realize
that I live now, not twice

who am I to complain?
here I'll return again
to find my peace of mind
I almost left behind

I shall inhale this spring
as time is on a wing
not dwell on memories
my heart it is I'll please

who am I to complain?
when I walk on this lane
I know what I want to be:
a blossoming cherrytree

c: amaryn 2013

i cant even count all the times that i've felt like writing smth like this, but there you did it and it's perfect

Amd did you know that pink-blossoming cherry trees are the signature of Washington DC in spring? They almost blanket the whole city

Originally Posted by amaryn

Thanks indeed, Eccer! I think you could call them aforisms. I like at times to wrap my impressions as compact as is possible

Ah cool I didn't know. I'm bad at basic poetry/lyrics theory. I just do it you know? What I learn is from you guys, and when I look up for new ideas and etc...

@morning dawn is perfect as you wrote it!"off the grass"or "of the grass"does it matter?As long as you don't "smoke the grass"!!
(hey,it's ATL;the children,the children!)

first winter sat in my lap
but my hands were too cold for comfort
then I took a walk with spring
but I felt too restless to enjoy
when summer knocked at my door
I was fast asleep
then autumn woke me up
and brought colours back into my life