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Other Diversions

Well, looks like I’m done ‘publishing’ my poetry anthology, “SoulRide”. I suppose I do have more poetry in the ‘archives’ but all of the best stuff went into “SoulRide”. And as I said in the final installment (see “Part Six: Epilogue”) I never again had the desire or inspiration to write poetry later in life. But fear not, faithful followers: as the focus of this blog shifts from ‘poetry’ to the ‘other diversions’ mentioned in the title, if you stay with me you’ll find lots to entertain you, to challenge you and to make you ask the questions. Such as: ‘has this guy lost his marbles?’. This change puts me in mind of the time my favourite radio station, WKRP, changed formats. Going from ‘beautiful music’ to rock ‘n’ roll was a major shift and a lot of long-time listeners had trouble adjusting. Thing is, ‘beautiful music’ is nice but rock ‘n’ roll is great, too. The two styles are different but both certainly have value. And then there’s your host, me. While I’m no Dr. Johnny Fever, I do have charisma to burn.

Carrying on with this blog is really a big step for me. In the past, I never could understand ‘regular’ people blogging. I thought it was terribly arrogant and presumptuous – as if I care what you have to say, buddy. But as a good friend of mine recently remarked, blogging can be simply a ‘public journal’. I’m going to enjoy the writing for writing’s sake and I’ll even assume I’m going to be interesting enough to be entertaining to others.

I guess all I can do is hope that those of my followers who are poetry fans will stay engaged to see what I have to say about all things media and pop culture. Actually, I’m counting on it because lots of times I’ll be blogging about things I’m going to need your feedback on. I’m going to want to know if anybody out there is ‘feeling me’.

It’s going to be fun – stick around.

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Part Six: Epilogue

such a troubled young man, eh?

There is a freedom in the morning
a hope
a sense of relaxation
a feeling of peace
far removed from the strangled prayers
of a madman
living a teen-ager’s life
on this morning
I am far removed from the insanity of weakness
and I am living in the lap of confidence
sleeping in the arms of victory…

finally

still
a prayer for her
for she is lost
and cannot be helped
and doesn’t know it
it’s out of my hands…

finally

(from “Part Six: Epilogue”)

“Epilogue” was written years after the previous work in this anthology. It is an appropriate finale. When I was single and searching, seems I had a lot to say. I was feeling a lot. When I wrote this one I was looking back over all these “strangled prayers” and the time when I was actually “a madman living a teen-ager’s life”. And then when my life changed – and certainly once I met my future wife – I ‘lost my muse’. Which is a good thing in this case. As an ‘old man’, I was inspired enough to write this fitting farewell to my life as a poet.

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Promise of Love

I can remember
the dress that you wore there that night
I’ll never forget
the way that your eyes shone so bright
and I can’t recall
a moment that I felt alone
I can’t even think
of a time when the truth wasn’t known

and I think
oh, darlin’
you’re sent from the heavens
and how did I get you
why did you stay
oh, darlin’
you look like an angel
to me

wouldn’t you think
someone like me would search all of his life
I looked ‘cross the room
and the sight of you cut like a knife
and I couldn’t stop
the feeling that ran over me
I started to dream
and all of my wishes were free

and I think
oh, darlin’
you’re sent from the heavens
and how did I get you
why did you stay
oh, darlin’
you look like an angel
to me

I can’t explain
the smell of the perfume on your wrist
I can’t describe
the magic I feel in your kiss
now don’t you know
that you and I were meant to be
isn’t it clear
that it’s only you that can save me

and I think
oh, darlin’
you’re sent from the heavens
and how did I get you
why did you stay
oh, darlin’
you look like an angel
to me

oh, darlin’
just sleep in the silence
as I sit by the window
and feel the night air
oh, darlin’
the night is wide open
so take my hand and walk with me there

oh, darlin’
the river is callin’
the grass will be warm
the sky will be blue
oh, darlin’
I can’t stop my feelings
my heart’s overflowing with love for you

oh, darlin’
you look like an angel
to me

(from “Part Five: An Album Full”)

The reader will make up his or her own mind but, to me, this maybe is the best. Which simply means that all things came together: I conveyed the sentiment successfully with words and phrases that resonate. This one makes me – and should make you – sigh. No angst. No yearning. Just bliss. Contentment. I have to say: I hear Don Henley’s “Lilah” in my head when I read this.

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