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Sid – the humping Seagull
Gazing at the wonder of the skies,
Powderpuff clouds drift silently by.
Almost at once distracted am I,
By rhythmic, resounding, erratic cries.
Such is the hubbub, of a birds demise.
Perched precarious, upon his prey,
Fiendish behaviour, promiscuity.
Such is the like of, ‘Sid’s’, debauchery.
‘Humping Seagulls – come what may.
Breda Ware
Masquerade
Mysterious faces hidden behind veils.
A
Silhouette, not tortilla flat, but hills just begging to be won,
Quarantined in clothes that’d better come
Undone.
Eyes wide smiled,
Raw look, but…
A love bite – how would it be from what’s under the mask?
Dare ask? No.
Emotions masked.
Mysterious faces hidden behind veils.
A
Silhouette, not tortilla flat, but hills just begging to be won,
Quarantined in clothes that’d better come
Undone.
Eyes wide smiled.
Raw look, but…
A love bite – how would it be from what’s under the mask?
I never
Dare ask.
You the abusers, you know who you are,
With your multi million homes,
Driving top of the range, expensive cars.
Well to do toff’s, habitually spend,
Berating others, with your ‘yuppie friends’.
Narcissistic, know all’s,
You think your the best.
Egotistic, morons, give it a rest!
Animus towards others, less fortunate than you,
Revile them as low life – your ‘golden rule’,
‘Keeping up appearances’ – with kindness,
Such is your disguise.
While animosity shows in your eyes.
Breda Ware.
Seducing nocturnal
Darkness
Infernal
Caress
Angelic demon jailed
The guard failed
I stole the key
To set you free
And let your flower reign.
I’ll be the rain.
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
STREET TALK
A ‘storm in a teacup’ trivial our tiff to you, sadly ’tis’ I’m that’s left ‘to stew’.
‘Water under the bridge’ ‘tant’ easy to say, while I’m left empty day after day.
‘Too blind to see’ the pain intentionally you inflicted on me, in a cruel attempt to ‘bring me to my knees’.
Caught ‘between a rock and a hard place’ what options are left for me?
‘Tis’ evident I’m ‘flogging a dead horse’ , best it’s left ‘to run its course’.
‘What goes around comes around’ that’s what they say,
I will be patient ‘I’ll have my day’.
Breda Ware
Dear Poets,
summer is here! Let’s write a summer poem full of IDIOMS!
Well begun is half done! 🙂
We can’t wait to read your poems!
M+J+A
It is spring again.
The earth is like a child
That knows poems by heart.¹
Ready to play
Ready to run fast
To bloom and have fun.
It is spring again.
The earth is like a child
That knows poems by heart.
Ready to spring
Spring to a full life
To rest again in a few months
¹By Rainer Maria Rilke
“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.
Dear Poets!
spring is here so let’s be inspired by R.M. Rilke and celebrate this lovely month with poems!
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Marie, Jarek and Adam
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