Some towns are best viewed
In luminous retrospect
Having grown up there
A turd is ugly
No way to pretty it up
Some things are like that
Ravel's Bolero
Smooth operator's version
Seduction music
Now that you're retired
What's to do to fill the days?
Well, you make things fit
Man needs a woman
Telling him he's her hero
Not a nincompoop
The person who writes
Is not the who you are, but
The one that might be
Onomodopy:
It sounds like what it's being
Broadcasting pictures
Life's a vacation
Away from what passes for death
When bodies wear out
When's the time to live
If you don't believe in God
Or Heaven? It's now
Life's a bit of fun
Heaven's long on promises
Hell? Let's don't go there
Look at what's coming
Death is a life after all
So don't ignore it
Listen to Mahler
Take a stroll on a green screen
Fill in your own scene
Demagogue wanted
To take over OWS
"Communicator"
I'm saving the world
Trouble is, most people just
Ain't interested
You got leftovers?
Save 'em, make 'em into bread
Then that's all you eat
Henry
See "More of this and that, mostly that, actually..."
THE PORT WHITMAN TIMES
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
HAIKU by HENRY
Straight up bebop jazz:
Cotton Candy for the ear
Pure ephemera
Composing music:
Write what e'er occurs to you
Tunes snatched from the air
Purged of life itself
Coming down to the end now
No bridge left unburned
Death comes tomorrow...
What will you have left behind?
Something substantial?
Playing piano:
Master the "thumb-under" move
Along with triads
In my dreamland I'm
A pianist and composer
Inventing new tunes
Some night I'll decide
I'm gonna stay in dream land
Bridge to the next life
To live in dreamland
Permanently is my wish
Finally achieved
If I had my choice
Here is how I'd like to die:
Go. Sleep. Don't wake up.
Did a bunch of stuff
I had no business doing
But it was there, so...
A new way to learn
How to play the piano:
Chords, not scales, to start
Not a follower
Nor inclined to leadership
Just want to be me
Here's the idea.
Just create the dialogue.
(Shouldn't be too hard)
Coupla characters
A one-act play, maybe more
Controversial though...
God creates the souls
Men and women make babies
Not at the same rate
More babies than souls
Thus our essences return
Time and time again
After each demise
Heaven's gate requires a choice:
Go in or go back
Each time St. Peter
Explains the alternatives
To new arrivals
The Lord's gatekeeper,
Helps each candidate's spirit
Make the decision
Retire to Heaven
Or wait in purgatory
For the next body
The choice is random
Or go to the end of the line
How democratic
Take a body here
Reincarnation bingo
To go live a life
You think you'd recall
Having existed before,
Ain't gonna happen
But talents survive
Make transitions to the new
Unaware of death
"Think outside the box"
Don't fear exploring unknowns
"Walk on the Wild Side!"
Play a three-note chord:
Three white keys each separate
By a single note
Improvise a tune
To the harmony you'll make
With the three-note chord
Only use white keys
At first to learn mo' better
Play a well-known song
"Hey diddle-dee-dee"
It's a doctor's life for me
Healing the body
Outlaw lobbying!
Take the money interests
Out of Washington!
Ban the Lobbyists!
Their money is ruining
The United States
The Jazz Band players
From the Darktown Strutters Hall
Made it all special
"Occupy Wall Street"
Figure things out now
The way they might be better
For Some, things couldn't get better
For others
They couldn't be worse.
Modern Confucius
Is what I'm aiming to be
Making sense today
I think extra-box...
Forbidden contemplations
...See if there's logic
...Educational
Playing in between the notes
Where the wild tones lurk
"OWS!" "OWS!"
A blog now to save us all
From ruin at the hands of Money
Please, not to worry;
I'll be back, and when I come
You'll recognize me
Henry
See "More of this and that, mostly that, actually..."
THE PORT WHITMAN TIMES
Cotton Candy for the ear
Pure ephemera
Composing music:
Write what e'er occurs to you
Tunes snatched from the air
Purged of life itself
Coming down to the end now
No bridge left unburned
Death comes tomorrow...
What will you have left behind?
Something substantial?
Playing piano:
Master the "thumb-under" move
Along with triads
In my dreamland I'm
A pianist and composer
Inventing new tunes
Some night I'll decide
I'm gonna stay in dream land
Bridge to the next life
To live in dreamland
Permanently is my wish
Finally achieved
If I had my choice
Here is how I'd like to die:
Go. Sleep. Don't wake up.
Did a bunch of stuff
I had no business doing
But it was there, so...
A new way to learn
How to play the piano:
Chords, not scales, to start
Not a follower
Nor inclined to leadership
Just want to be me
Here's the idea.
Just create the dialogue.
(Shouldn't be too hard)
Coupla characters
A one-act play, maybe more
Controversial though...
God creates the souls
Men and women make babies
Not at the same rate
More babies than souls
Thus our essences return
Time and time again
After each demise
Heaven's gate requires a choice:
Go in or go back
Each time St. Peter
Explains the alternatives
To new arrivals
The Lord's gatekeeper,
Helps each candidate's spirit
Make the decision
Retire to Heaven
Or wait in purgatory
For the next body
The choice is random
Or go to the end of the line
How democratic
Take a body here
Reincarnation bingo
To go live a life
You think you'd recall
Having existed before,
Ain't gonna happen
But talents survive
Make transitions to the new
Unaware of death
"Think outside the box"
Don't fear exploring unknowns
"Walk on the Wild Side!"
Play a three-note chord:
Three white keys each separate
By a single note
Improvise a tune
To the harmony you'll make
With the three-note chord
Only use white keys
At first to learn mo' better
Play a well-known song
"Hey diddle-dee-dee"
It's a doctor's life for me
Healing the body
Outlaw lobbying!
Take the money interests
Out of Washington!
Ban the Lobbyists!
Their money is ruining
The United States
The Jazz Band players
From the Darktown Strutters Hall
Made it all special
"Occupy Wall Street"
Figure things out now
The way they might be better
For Some, things couldn't get better
For others
They couldn't be worse.
Modern Confucius
Is what I'm aiming to be
Making sense today
I think extra-box...
Forbidden contemplations
...See if there's logic
...Educational
Playing in between the notes
Where the wild tones lurk
"OWS!" "OWS!"
A blog now to save us all
From ruin at the hands of Money
Please, not to worry;
I'll be back, and when I come
You'll recognize me
Henry
See "More of this and that, mostly that, actually..."
THE PORT WHITMAN TIMES
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