Poetry & Songs 
Poetry is mastery of words, language, and emotion. Some originals, a lot from the masters of long ago and today.
These Golden Hours (Part II)(1)
Here is my song for the asking Ask me and I will play So sweetly, I’ll make you smile This is my tune for the taking Take it, don’t turn away I’ve been waiting all my life . . . … Read More ›
Pink
The last in a 12-part series on colour. Wonderment Then a wind blew; And he who had forgot he moved Lonely amid the green and silver morning weather, Suddenly grew Aware of clouds and trees Gleaming and white and shafted, shaken together And blown to music by the ruffling breeze. Like flush of wings The… Read More ›
Brown
The eleventh in a 12-part series on Colour. It’s not a colour you notice. It’s a wood floor you stand on, it’s a door you walk through, it’s the trunks of trees whose leaves you look at. And when it’s on cats, it’s the classiest, most inimitable shade of brown you can find.
Orange
Part Eight in a series on Colour. Babylon The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all’s poetry with him. Rhyme and music flow in plenty For the lad of one-and-twenty, But Spring for him is no more now Than daisies to a munching cow;… Read More ›
Purple
Credit: Wikipedia Part Seven of my series on Colour. Our lives are made in these small hours These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate Time falls away but these small hours These small hours still remain — Little Wonders, Rob Thomas, musician There is a keyboard riff of a tune by one… Read More ›
Green
Part Five of my series on Colour. What is Green? Green is grass And the leaves of the trees Green is the smell Of a country breeze. Green is lettuce And sometimes the sea. When green is a feeling You pronounce it N.V.
Blue
Part four in a series on colour. The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air!… Read More ›
Gold
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay. Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay This beautiful poem, when heard with Stevie Wonder’s… Read More ›
White
The second in a 12-part series on colour. Each post will feature a colour poem. White is black’s perfect counterpart, is everything black pretends not to be. It is clean and serene, calming too, and optimistic. Unlike sand or beige, white is not a neutral, for this colour of all colours always makes a statement…. Read More ›
Black
Of all the colours on the earth, the one I love and turn to the most is black. 1. You can put on black and then forget about it 2. Black makes you look thinner and better dressed without really trying 3. Black is calming 5. When getting a present, choose black 6. It hides… Read More ›
