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Sunday, July 29, 2018
Sun
Paul B says.this is your day in the sun, will the sun last forever? write a poem about the sun and your personal feeling about the suns effect on you and your world..
hope this works. to quote the clash" you been drinking booze for breakfast " in the sun strangely enough.
BRIGHTER LATER
i remember the sun it's something that happens to other people dumped with rain, by the million ton while people prayed for the sun, under the steeple
you are marriage of nature and her daughter science lost in the past tense oooooo lost in hospital, with a sunny sutre dreaming of a starlight future
atomic sun on nuclear earth not a good thing to give birth maybe it will be sunny after all if we can just get over this infinite dark wall and answer the hero's clarion call then men and women can stand tall.
Paul I'm sorry...maybe it's that I'm extra tired this morning but while there are some great lines here I am not finding the meaning. it's like a jumble of words that don't fit together. i'm sure someone else will find what I am missing.
LOL, Bonnie, you are one up on me then. I would say well over 50% of the time I can't figure out exactly what Paul's poems are about. I put them in the category of "language poetry" where he plays with words and I like the way they sound together.
the three verses are about three different things bonita. that's why it gets a bit " muddle headed " as my ex girl used to call me. one is about rain and depression. two is about lying in a hospital bed in the sun and three is about nuclear power, the power of the sun on earth - don't let those pussy cats take over now - paul.
i do like to play with words vic. i was one of those weird kids that used to read the dictionary and comic books, rather than the garbage we got at school. my phone is buggered. don't understand the new one and it lost most of my contacts and e - mails. e - mail me vic - love and peace - paul.
one more straight up before i go and see iron maiden tomorrow and get deafened.
COULDN't MAKE THIS STUFF UP
been involved in a mother and daughter soap opera in the pizza shop
all my library ladies are sunny and foxy but banned from the roxy an english reference there so american ladies be aware
being banned from the roxy was a badge of honour only the nice bands played there the bands that were bland and without flair not particulally fair and singers too drunk to stand missed a rhyme but i'll get it next time
sitting listening to lesbian folk bands and realising, i'm the only man in the room gotta get the train quite soon or my head will go boom!!!!!
the sunshine is magic though most of my life is tragic.
Now this one I think is about realizing he was in a lesbian bar and not noticing because he was drunk and enjoying the music. Could be wrong, but once again, the words run smooth.
like I said I was really tired and usually I enjoy Paul's off beat poetry and find the rhythm and the path but I just wasn't processing. still I wanted to let him know his poems had been read. he knows I generally like what he writes.
the roxy was a music venue, and a punk band called " crass " got banned from there and wrote a song about it. it's closed down now as no cool band would play there. i knew american women wouldn't get the reference. i prefer lesbian folk bands any way ha ha - love and sun - paul.
i like hanging with lesbians vic. there is no pressure to try and be cool. strangely lesbians tend to be better musicians too. don't know how that works. eeeeeerrrr yes. i was drunk. not as drunk as i was at the iron maiden concert the other night though - sunny days and wayward ways
no poem yet but a funny story from my days as a 411 operator
caller (with a thick Texan accent): yes, I need the number for John Smith at such and such garbled street dallas texas me: I'm sorry what was that street again caller: repeats street name still could not understand me: I'm so sorry I'm just not getting the street name caller: let me spell it S U N me: oh thank you! see I'm from Erie PA caller: oh now I understand why sun would be a foreign word to you
maybe you had to be there but those from Erie PA will get it
my friend worked at a call centre and a guy phoned up and said " i need mr singhs number. she asked him where mr singh lived and he said " somewhere in london ". there are only a million people called singh in london uh-hu!
Annie sings the sun will come up tomorrow the Beatles tell us Here comes the sun George Michael doesn't want the sun to go down on him while Norman Blake tells us we are his sunshine... the sun lends itself to song a symbol of what brightens our days and lightens our hearts makes us feel happy to be alive and yet we complain when the sun is too hot shines too brightly we thirst for the cooler days of fall when the leaves crunch under feet and the wind blows the first chill of winter... then we tire of winter and we dream of summer days again days playing in the sun... living on an Island of sun what we all need to remember as time moves on our lives are really just seasons in the sun
LOL. Now I have to try again. The one I was working on involved lyrics because it's another one that that was all that kept coming to mind. And a scene from a Lawrence Block novel. There's a bit character who is blind and in a wheelchair and smiling. Someone asks him how he can be so upbeat and he answers something along the lines of, "I love the way the sun feels on my face when it reflects off the sidewalk."
I too kept hearing lyrics involving he sun in my mind whenever I thought about the prompt...as I am wont to do do until I get something written. Finally, though, I ot them out of my head and wrote my poem below, and here they are! Funnee.
Never seen my son born to a sun Never seen my son when I knew his mother in the sun Many lives and drugs, women and loves spent in the sun I never seen my son in the sun. I doubt I have seen sun at all.
beautiful! the sentiments and the poem.... hope you don't mind me adding a funny story but your first verse brought this to mind. when I worked for ups in florida my best friend was a black woman named Felicia. we were discussing race and she said if being white is so great why do white people sit in the sun trying to turn brown? you never see a black person sitting in the shade trying to turn white :-). she totally cracked me up.
my ex always had the perfect tan. in winter she once spent the last of our money on tanning sessions instead of food and drink. yeah. she was that vain and self centered - nice poem. i get the imagery - love - paul.
i used to chase rainbows when i was a kid tash.....never caught one.nice poem. it's my promt tomorrow uh - oh!- " the sunshine of your love " - cream - love - paul.
yes the sun will burn out one day but for now it provides essential life giving forces we need along with the rain and other elements. remember when we would lay out back soaking up the sun tanning our bodies? lazy hazy crazy days of summer.
don't worry wolfie. it'll be 4 and a half billion years before the sun exhausts it's hydrogen turns in to a red giant and engulfes the earth. by then the human race will either be off in to space, or have eaten each other - " here comes the sun " - the beatles - love - paul.
How can I describe the sun's real elegance It's singular place yet essential in relevance Life giving radiance from a benevolent friend Who may fluctuate but, will stay until the end
People worship the sun for its incredible power It can dry up a lake or coax life into a flower The sun pours light into the dark space around Once what was lost has now been found
Veils torn asunder in the emptiness of space Bringing forth a miracle in this earthly place Diversity and magnificence are its elements Providing for tiny bugs and great big elephants
The warm caress of tendrils soaking your skin Soothing your heart and erasing the din To commune with the sun is a private thing Like your own belief, in what this life can bring
The sun may ultimately be our demise But, while it was friendly, it sure was nice To bask in its rays on sweet summer's days Highlighting mountains and glistening bays
I'm glad I experienced what is truly amazing From hummingbird's fights to animals grazing Out in the sun heeding it's call Providing it's energy, giving it's all
hope this works. to quote the clash" you been drinking booze for breakfast " in the sun strangely enough.
ReplyDeleteBRIGHTER LATER
i remember the sun
it's something that happens to other people
dumped with rain, by the million ton
while people prayed for the sun, under the steeple
you are marriage of nature
and her daughter science
lost in the past tense
oooooo lost in hospital, with a sunny sutre
dreaming of a starlight future
atomic sun on nuclear earth
not a good thing to give birth
maybe it will be sunny after all
if we can just get over this infinite dark wall
and answer the hero's clarion call
then men and women can stand tall.
Paul I'm sorry...maybe it's that I'm extra tired this morning but while there are some great lines here I am not finding the meaning. it's like a jumble of words that don't fit together. i'm sure someone else will find what I am missing.
DeleteLOL, Bonnie, you are one up on me then. I would say well over 50% of the time I can't figure out exactly what Paul's poems are about. I put them in the category of "language poetry" where he plays with words and I like the way they sound together.
Deletethe three verses are about three different things bonita. that's why it gets a bit " muddle headed " as my ex girl used to call me. one is about rain and depression. two is about lying in a hospital bed in the sun and three is about nuclear power, the power of the sun on earth - don't let those pussy cats take over now - paul.
Deletei do like to play with words vic. i was one of those weird kids that used to read the dictionary and comic books, rather than the garbage we got at school. my phone is buggered. don't understand the new one and it lost most of my contacts and e - mails. e - mail me vic - love and peace - paul.
DeleteInteresting verses. They do need some greater sense of coherence to make real sense, however they sound musical even without making sense.
Deletei was going to make it a song tash. but i couldn't get a beat going.....the harmonica was fine though ha ha - thanks tash - love - paul.
Deleteafter reading your explanation, the poem made more sense. I could appreciate it a lot better.
Deleteone of my poems that makes sense wolfie? there is a novelty ha ha - sunny days - paul.
Deleteone more straight up before i go and see iron maiden tomorrow and get deafened.
ReplyDeleteCOULDN't MAKE THIS STUFF UP
been involved in a mother and daughter soap opera in the pizza shop
all my library ladies are sunny and foxy
but banned from the roxy
an english reference there
so american ladies be aware
being banned from the roxy was a badge of honour
only the nice bands played there
the bands that were bland and without flair
not particulally fair
and singers too drunk to stand
missed a rhyme
but i'll get it next time
sitting listening to lesbian folk bands
and realising, i'm the only man in the room
gotta get the train quite soon
or my head will go boom!!!!!
the sunshine is magic
though most of my life is tragic.
again the jumble of words lose their meaning... I do like the 3rd verse though
DeleteNow this one I think is about realizing he was in a lesbian bar and not noticing because he was drunk and enjoying the music. Could be wrong, but once again, the words run smooth.
Deletelike I said I was really tired and usually I enjoy Paul's off beat poetry and find the rhythm and the path but I just wasn't processing. still I wanted to let him know his poems had been read. he knows I generally like what he writes.
Deletethe roxy was a music venue, and a punk band called " crass " got banned from there and wrote a song about it. it's closed down now as no cool band would play there. i knew american women wouldn't get the reference. i prefer lesbian folk bands any way ha ha - love and sun - paul.
Deletei like hanging with lesbians vic. there is no pressure to try and be cool. strangely lesbians tend to be better musicians too. don't know how that works. eeeeeerrrr yes. i was drunk. not as drunk as i was at the iron maiden concert the other night though - sunny days and wayward ways
DeleteI love it.... Old-school, with a bit of anger.
DeleteVery present moment,and a good image of that moment.
Deletethanks kev. i'm very old school. was a punk before it was fashionable - take care mate - paul.
Deletethink i wrote it down at the time tash. i always have my note book and multi coloured pencil - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI really loved the last two line. They say a whole lot...
Deletethanks wolfie. on to the red white and blue. already got 4 poems for it and i can only post two - take care now - love - paul.
Deleteno poem yet but a funny story from my days as a 411 operator
ReplyDeletecaller (with a thick Texan accent): yes, I need the number for John Smith at such and such garbled street dallas texas
me: I'm sorry what was that street again
caller: repeats street name still could not understand
me: I'm so sorry I'm just not getting the street name
caller: let me spell it S U N
me: oh thank you! see I'm from Erie PA
caller: oh now I understand why sun would be a foreign word to you
maybe you had to be there but those from Erie PA will get it
LOL. There IS a poem in there somewhere.
DeleteThat story made me chuckle!!!
Deletemy friend worked at a call centre and a guy phoned up and said " i need mr singhs number. she asked him where mr singh lived and he said " somewhere in london ". there are only a million people called singh in london uh-hu!
DeleteAnnie sings the sun will come up tomorrow
ReplyDeletethe Beatles tell us Here comes the sun
George Michael doesn't want the sun
to go down on him while Norman Blake
tells us we are his sunshine...
the sun lends itself to song
a symbol of what brightens our
days and lightens our hearts
makes us feel happy to be alive
and yet we complain when the sun
is too hot shines too brightly
we thirst for the cooler days
of fall when the leaves crunch
under feet and the wind blows
the first chill of winter...
then we tire of winter and we
dream of summer days again
days playing in the sun...
living on an Island of sun
what we all need to remember
as time moves on our lives
are really just seasons in the sun
LOL. Now I have to try again. The one I was working on involved lyrics because it's another one that that was all that kept coming to mind. And a scene from a Lawrence Block novel. There's a bit character who is blind and in a wheelchair and smiling. Someone asks him how he can be so upbeat and he answers something along the lines of, "I love the way the sun feels on my face when it reflects off the sidewalk."
DeleteThe one I was working on involve lyrics, also...lol...starting again. I do love yours, Bonnie!!! It expresses a lot of people's feeling about the sun.
Deletei could play this on the harmonica bonita. make a good song. "waiting on the sun " - the doors.
DeleteWell done.. And you got the words right. But with your own twist.
DeleteI too kept hearing lyrics involving he sun in my mind whenever I thought about the prompt...as I am wont to do do until I get something written. Finally, though, I ot them out of my head and wrote my poem below, and here they are! Funnee.
DeleteNever seen my son born to a sun
ReplyDeleteNever seen my son when I knew his mother in the sun
Many lives and drugs, women and loves spent in the sun
I never seen my son in the sun.
I doubt I have seen sun at all.
wow! left me with such a feeling of loss and sadness.
DeleteLast line really got me. Like it a lot.
DeleteInteresting take on the prompt, and on the use of words. Brief and poignant, nice job.
Deletevery poignant...the last line says a lot!
Deletewe have to spend a lot of the time in the shade before we see the sun kev. keep trying mate - paul.
DeleteSun worshippers
ReplyDeleteintentionally
poison their white skin
with heat rays
that beat down with
suffocating heat
simply to change color
golden brown
that will change back
to white come winter.
Rain worshipper am
I, prefer
dark, cloudy skies,
not a hint of sun
peaking through, water smell
on the wind,
awaiting rain,
the sound of thunder
grey sky breaking into
a downpour.
I like this one a lot. It is personal and at the same time, expressive of truths beyond. Lovely and I agree, myself, as well.
Deletebeautiful! the sentiments and the poem.... hope you don't mind me adding a funny story but your first verse brought this to mind. when I worked for ups in florida my best friend was a black woman named Felicia. we were discussing race and she said if being white is so great why do white people sit in the sun trying to turn brown? you never see a black person sitting in the shade trying to turn white :-). she totally cracked me up.
DeleteI'm a rain worshipper, also. I never did like the sun on my skin. I like this poem a lot.
Deletemy ex always had the perfect tan. in winter she once spent the last of our money on tanning sessions instead of food and drink. yeah. she was that vain and self centered - nice poem. i get the imagery - love - paul.
DeleteI remember that same story being told by Diane at Keystone Towel Supply. LOL. And yeah, that was what was on my mind when I wrote the first stanza.
DeleteDo Vampires Dream
ReplyDeleteDo vampires dream of the sun,
forbidden, no longer available?
For them to see it is to die.
Is leaving the sun forever
worth the promise of a life
that lasts forever or nearly so?
It is said that venerable vampires
wearying of life, willingly
walk into the sun to end it.
I have loved the source of light
always, nor would I trade my days
for night and darkness everlasting.
Do vampires dream of the sun,
do they yearn for its benison,
or do they learn to love the night.
the third verse kind of goes off topic for your poem... but I do like the concept... good question too :-)
DeleteNot sure how it goes off topic? Here is another poem I wrote inspired by that last line in yours.
Deletei used to date a vampire. she only came out at night and bled me dry ha ha - love and fangs - paul.
Deletenice take on the prompt! you took a different turn!
DeleteHad to look up benison. Well-written poem.
DeleteSeasons in the Sun, for Bonnie
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a wee tot, I reached for the sun
I thought I could chase it down and keep it for myself,
in the springtime of my days I yearned for it so.
As I grew on in years I learned to be content
with whatever light was shining, hoping for warmth
to nurture my growth with the gift of light.
As harvest time came on I worked in the sun
reaping what I had sown, cared for and loved,
rejoicing in the wisdom threshed and stored.
Now in the winter of my days I bask in the light
nourished myself, sharing with those who come.
all I have grown in my seasons in the sun.
I like how the sun is used to represent the aging process and how we change as we get older...
Deletei used to chase rainbows when i was a kid tash.....never caught one.nice poem. it's my promt tomorrow uh - oh!- " the sunshine of your love " - cream - love - paul.
Deletenice poem, Tasha. you did a good job!
DeleteLove the metaphor and can seriously relate to this one.
DeleteThanks all for the kind words, so nice to be part of this poetic garden of verse.
DeleteI watch the sun come up each day
ReplyDeleteit shines warm upon my face
I radiate it's heat, it fills my soul
I wonder that it stands there in the sky
and gives nourishment
to all that live here on our earth
people used to praise the sun for a god
it's so easy to see why
the never failing life giver in the sky
the only thing I fear for life and our sun
is that the orb is nothing more
than a star burning up there in the sky
what will happen to our earth and life
when our lovely star
loses all it's burning joy and dies
all I know is that I'm happy now
to be warm and alive
and rejoice in the life of our beautiful sun
yes the sun will burn out one day but for now it provides essential life giving forces we need along with the rain and other elements. remember when we would lay out back soaking up the sun tanning our bodies? lazy hazy crazy days of summer.
Deletedon't worry wolfie. it'll be 4 and a half billion years before the sun exhausts it's hydrogen turns in to a red giant and engulfes the earth. by then the human race will either be off in to space, or have eaten each other - " here comes the sun " - the beatles - love - paul.
Deletelol...yep
DeleteGreat take on the prompt. We both wrote about sun worshippers of a different kind.
DeleteLove the sincerity of your words and the simplicity of the sentiment. Very lovely, very kindly.
DeleteSeasons in the Sun, for Bonnie
ReplyDeleteAs a young child I reached for the sun;
I wanted to capture it and keep it.
In the springtime of my days.
As I grew in years I learned
To be content with whatever light shone
Hoping its warmth would nurture me.
At harvest time I worked in the sun
reaping what I had sown and tended:
the wisdom threshed and stored.
In the winter of my days I bask,
nourished, sharing with all who come.
this harvest from my seasons in the sun.
while this left me feeling a bit sad it is the cycle of life. reminded me of the Circle Game by Joni Mitchell
Deletecareful tash. remember what happened to icarus - " fly as high as the sun " - iron maiden - take care now - paul
DeleteI wanted to work on this poem as I had written it quickly and posted it at the end of the day...I'd appreciate any comments on this version...Thanks!
ReplyDeleteSun
ReplyDeleteHow can I describe the sun's real elegance
It's singular place yet essential in relevance
Life giving radiance from a benevolent friend
Who may fluctuate but, will stay until the end
People worship the sun for its incredible power
It can dry up a lake or coax life into a flower
The sun pours light into the dark space around
Once what was lost has now been found
Veils torn asunder in the emptiness of space
Bringing forth a miracle in this earthly place
Diversity and magnificence are its elements
Providing for tiny bugs and great big elephants
The warm caress of tendrils soaking your skin
Soothing your heart and erasing the din
To commune with the sun is a private thing
Like your own belief, in what this life can bring
The sun may ultimately be our demise
But, while it was friendly, it sure was nice
To bask in its rays on sweet summer's days
Highlighting mountains and glistening bays
I'm glad I experienced what is truly amazing
From hummingbird's fights to animals grazing
Out in the sun heeding it's call
Providing it's energy, giving it's all
lovely imagery... I really love the 3rd verse!
ReplyDelete