amaryn poetry and pics 2013

Sir Karl Marx gesturing wildly
loosening up his red bowtie
Abraham Lincoln smiles mildly,
retro steps- as time goes by

Che Guevara in a T shirt
teaching Chavez a chachacha
Al Capone seeking a free bird
to dream with her about Sicilia

Mao quoting redbook pages
bowing politely for a dance
while a bluesy rhythm rages
to pave the way for any new romance

an audience spontaneously clapping
their hands for performers
they used to know
wondering 'bout what had been happening
where did these dancers all go?

c: amaryn 2013

@Doug: enjoy a footbath with soda after such a walk and listen to this avalanche of musical escapades. Thereafter you'll be fine again! Hoot,hoot![/QUOTE]

Great idea!I don't know why I didn't think of that myself!I'll report back what I listen to tonight....I know you're dying to know!(Cream at the BBC;Fresh Cream)

Dancefloor of history:absolutely delightful!
I'd love for you to expand on this theme,there are so many that need mentioning;Garbo,Dietrich,Harlow,Carole Lombard,Clark Gable to name but the tip of the iceberg.

You are right there indeed and such an imposant line of people, Doug! Cream with your coffee? Sounds good to me!

I always find if I want to "step up my pace" just put a little Cream (or in more extreme cases,Blue Cheer)on my iPod and I'm walking around the track like a marathon man!Yes,it is 4:48 A.M. Here on the West Coast and here I am at ATL.........mommy!

Wish i were there to breathe a bit of frisco. Mind you , walking here through the fields of our outskirts ain't that bad either. Brooding on garbo, groucho , bogart, cagney while looking for my shanghai lil!

Originally Posted by amaryn

Yeah! With that high whining voice of his...btw: winter was delaying spring so badly that tulips were inported this year for the flower carneval!!

NO! Amaryn! That is a crime against nature! How dare winter be so brutal!!!

Originally Posted by Doug Denslowe

Find me:Again,this would be a great song if you rearranged a thing or two.That's the biggest compliment I can muster.

I agree.

Amaryn, keep it as a poem . . . but "Find Me" is a great candidate for a song, should you choose to develop it in that way! Let us know if you post it there!

True, I did mark that I liked these poems at the time you posted them. However, today I read them perceiving that sharpness/edge that you express so well. Many may think I'm a fan. It is true--I am a true fan of your poetry! Amaryn, you MUST start a real book of poetry to be published. Your style . . . sometimes poignant, sometimes tongue-in-cheek, sometimes both . . . is a sure winner, for it will make people smile in spite of themselves, and at just the right times.

Originally Posted by amaryn

if the night
would refuse to come
the sun
would be stressed
but the moon
could go
on an eternal holiday

Originally Posted by amaryn

my girlfriend asked
who would be
my next girlfriend
I left
to look for an answer

Originally Posted by amaryn

friends, it seems only a word,
but they're important, it can hurt
if they say they have had enough
when time is bleak and they get tough

friends, when trust is dead and gone
whilst you had them to lean upon
if they just go, leave you behind
what thoughts are running through your mind?

chorus:

it seems a tunnel without light
without your friends you cannot fight
and when you take a walk outside
there's nothing but a starless night

friends, though sometimes they deceive
you do not want them all to leave
life is hard, you want some fun
who can live without the sun?

chorus:

it seems a tunnel without light
without your friends you cannot fight
and when you take a walk outside
there's nothing but a starless night

Excuse me, has Hank Williams been resurrected? I can hear his trill or warble and yodel-tones in these lyrics (just as in "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry;" although Hank's writing in this case was in "non-rhyme/rhyme/non-rhyme/rhyme" pattern.)

Originally Posted by Doug Denslowe

To change the name on a Thread,Go Advanced.
iPod in the Jungle;what can I say?It's cute!I joined your "in progress" group.I was writing Frankie a PM,touched the wrong thingamajig and ended up on your page.I defo will post some "works in progress".This is a good idea,as posting unfinished stuff in Lyrics Review never appealed to me.Now I've got a place to see how I'm doing.Good idea!

Where is this "In Progress" group?

Originally Posted by amaryn

with her ipod in the jungle
-music was her friend-
she didnot hear the tiger
and met a tragic end

she'd always loved her music
she couldn't live without
listening to rock and blues
her stereo always loud
she danced through fields of passion
she never felt alone
it was her true obsession
which made her feel at home

she went into the jungle
her ipod was her friend
she didnot hear the tiger
and met her tragic end

her parents took her with them
to an isle called Borneo
headphones on her ears
her parents saw her go
with a small group of tourists
she went just for a day
the promise of adventure
what else was there to say?

she went into the jungle
the ipod on her head
she didnot hear the tiger
is what officials said

This song/poem reminds me of an older Flower Child friend I know. Although I hope the "end" of the music lover in this poem is not the same for the Flower Child!

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

Excuse me, has Hank Williams been resurrected? I can hear his trill or warble and yodel-tones in these lyrics (just as in "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry;" although Hank's writing in this case was in "non-rhyme/rhyme/non-rhyme/rhyme" pattern.)

Hahaha, Frankie! I have to listen to Hank Williams to answer this question correctly. I don't think I am too familiar with his repertoire

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

Where is this "In Progress" group?

The "In progress group" you can find when looking at Doug's or my wall, Frankie. Just click i Group Singers /Songwriters and there you'll see 3 parts, one of them being "songs in progress" It was founded by Wishin On A Star.

Allow me to do the work for you. Here's about as original/traditional "Country" as it gets (but great poetry), Hank Williams' "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" with lyrics and dictionary notations! (Pls excuse YT ads...)


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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.

to me she looks fluffy
size of clothes:S
she says parkgrass shoul be made of plastic:
it would be green all year round
in front of the hotel
she waits for businessmen
to catch her attention
while listening to a Tokyo band
blasting her eardrums
eternally happy
impossibly careless
develish defiance

Originally Posted by amaryn

violent babies a gun in their hand
living like zombies no one understands
sticking their head in the ominous sand
oh, how happy we are

apologizing on telly, great show
using their handy for a thousand "hellos"
lost in a minefield, nowhere to go
oh, how happy we are

brainwashed by adverts day after day
no more excuses, no more delays
live like we want you to, no more to say
oh, how happy we are

Hi Amaryn, I wonder how you imagined this poem, it´s amazing that I heard in the news that a 5 years boy killed his sister when shoot at her with a rifle. As if your read a Month ago the news
papers. And you end wisely your lines "how happy we are". You are unique, gracias.

poker, poker, poker
watch them, dollars in their eyes,
much too late to realize
poker poker, poker, poker

life's a game
enough to play
why to throw your time away
playing games all night and day
poker , poker, poker

poker, poker, poker
see them glued to any screen
winning, losing, so obscene
poker, poker, poker

life's so short,
throw up the dice
tear those dollars from your eyes
sail away 'cause otherwise
there's nothing left but lies

I have thought once in a while
it would be better to be dead
I would feel better being dead

I have thought once in a while
only silence would mean peace
it would leave my mind at ease

I saw the picture of a man
waiting somewhere for his bride
I saw the picture of a king
who didnot go out in the night
just surrounded by his luxury
he felt only safe inside

I have thought once in a while
death will soon knock at my door
what am I still living for?

I have never thought that I
would then enter paradise
too much suffering hurts my eyes

I saw the picture of those souls
still in people's memory
I saw the picture of their life
stormy as the wind can be
and as fragile as the laugh
of a little child can be

copyright: amaryn 2013

while Hollywood babies were tapping like mad
James Cagney lost his baby feelin'so sad
there were others too who walked the same road
ask Humphrey Bogart who carried his load

Josephine Baker was keen to dance
Charleston steps in front of her fans
showing her thighs on an erotic level
whilst Garbo starred in Flesh and the Devil

bathing in culture was the Westend
when Hepburn showed what ballet to her meant
black bottom made even white men go crazy
yes, the Old Times were really amazin'