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No Longer Free and Easy (IDIOmaTIC expressions can be fun)

05 Bedna od whisky

I know I’m late – apologies, and I know the piece below is not perfect. But it has been published before so I’m not changing it and sharing with the same introduction it had once had.  And I’m attaching the Czech version so you can sing along 🙂

 

No Longer Free and Easy

IDIO(ma)TIC expressions can be fun

 

Once upon a time (2001, if I remember well), I was a “Practical English” teacher at Faculty of Arts, Brno. As usual, I had students produce feedback at the end of the semester and this is one of the suggestions I received: “compose a song on idioms”. Challenged by this I tried, and this is what I produced.

 

I borrowed the tune from Miky Ryvola (Bedna od Whisky – Empty Whisky Box), thanks Miky.

 

I used the idioms found in the bottomless source of these – Leo Jones’ well of such expressions called New Progress to Proficiency (CUP, 2001), cheers mate.

 

The idioms are underlined. Have fun and try to sing it (sometimes it is not like free and easy…).

 

No longer free and easy,

And off the beaten track

A halter made of strong rope’s

Part and parcel of my neck

No more airs and graces

An open and shut case

Rough and ready tie will soon

Put me through much disgrace

 

Chorus:

So hang me high, let me rock

Let me rock to and fro

This time won’t be up and about

Or as fit as the fiddle, too,

I’ll reach the gates of heaven

Hopefully safe and sound,

If heavenly angels put

My feet back on the ground.

***

 

Put two and two together

Can’t put me at my ease,

They set a trap for me

And that trap won’t release.

To put you in the picture

Without using no knife

They’ll kill me – lovely creature,

Put a stop to my life.

 

Chorus

***

As pretty as a picture

And just as good as gold

I wanted to live by her side

And with her to grow old

Another guy as strong as a horse

Took her away from me

She was as free as the air

It’s touch and go, you see.

 

Chorus

***

 

When we met for the first time

We were as warm as toast

It was love at first sight

She was my life my boast

I gave her a bunch of flowers

We climbed a range of hills

And then a flight of stairs

And that was overkill.

 

Chorus

***

 

My life is no longer,

No more cut and dry,

For her full and ruby lips

I am now gonna die.

For that pack of cards that

I should never have played

My story’s as old as the hills

As old as love and hate.

05 Bedna od whisky

Chorus

May 2017

“It’s spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart”

R.M. Rilke

 

Though it’s May, “my life will be forever autumn cos you’re not here”1

You’re “in these arms”2 but can’t be felt, pain severe

When dreams make love to nightmares.

Who cares?

 

The offspring cremated by morning frost.

No Pentecost,

No finger into the palm would sneak.

There’s some green on the twig.

 

 

  • Jeff Wayne: War of the Worlds
  • Jon Bon Jovi: In These Arms

Sonnet – our September and October 2016 topic

Dear Poets,

in September 2016 we encourage you to write a sonnet. As an example, we would like to share one of those that William Shakespeare created – see below. We look forward to reading your own sonnets 🙂

Marie, Adam, Jarek

 

SONNET 145
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’
To me that languish’d for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end,
That follow’d it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
‘I hate’ from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying ‘not you.’

Love (Spring 2016 topic)

Love

 

 What’s left of an old flame?

A plant bought again, taken care of.

In the air, lingering that name

That used to mean love.

 

What’s left of an old flame?

A thought if those letters still exist

After those days when first got kissed

In the air, lingering that name

 

What’s left of an old flame?

A memory of lyrics that said goodbye

For hesitation’s squander

 

In the air, lingering that name

That did not want to try

Then any longer

 

What’s left of an old flame?

A flashback of palms’ incidental contact

A remembrance concrete or abstract?

In the air, lingering that name

 

What’s left of an old flame?

Raspberries planted and taken care of

In the air, lingering that name

That used to mean love

Breakfast

Hello, our March 2016 topic made me remember one of my “me” poems: ME-questions (I was answering students’ questions…) and a line from it I decided to try to develop…: Breakfast

PS. Sometimes I have this kind of most decadent breakfast on a Saturday…:

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🙂

QUESTIONS

Questions

Snow

Maybe either not really or a different kind of a darker snowy poem… Hope the inspiring song gets downloaded too. If it does, I suggest you listen to the song first and then read the poem 🙂

Snow

Scents of December

Scents of December

 

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit

inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsYGwibNy_c

 

Wind In The Hair

A bit late for our November, 2015, topic but hopefully better late than never 🙂Wind in the Hair

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