Poems? It is what it is folks!
Hello every one, welcome to this weeks Blog.
It is what it is, is the title of my 2015 collection, being a sort of mixed bag or lyrics and poems. the poem of the week (same title) is a play on poetry, where the poet is a sort of jester, throwing out lines, that get the meaning from the readers. There's a touch of impishness there too, and self vanity, as most writers/poets need an audience to feel their work is important and they are too (even if this is not the case!)
I'll refrain from making comments on the pieces, to get out of the way as it were, so you the readers can glean your own resonances and meanings. A poem of lyrics has several lives: every piece I write has its meaning to me, then the page reader, then those who listen when its read out or played in a song.
Silent Bliss
The most boring speech in the entire world
Can be about yourself.
Trouble is you may not know
And no one tells you.
Those words and sentences you should
Have left unspoken on the shelf.
Self-obsessed and banging on
Caught up in an endless repeating loop.
Syllables are slippery things and
Before you know it your
Blah blah der der blah
Has swiftly flown the coop.
Quit. Savour the silence
You garrulous sucker!
Just make a silent O
Slowly exhale
Feel the breath over your lips pucker.
And the grace and calm serenity
Of pausing to allow others and the world
To exist, to get in.
Is worth the effort
To uncover other words and stories.
So simply just begin.
It is what it is, #2
“It is what it is”
Some handy phrase.
Use @ will, flip the thinking
Out of your days.
No reason in the words
Just something to say.
Illogical sound
Helps you get through your day.
“It’s not what it was”
Are some words getting better.
See your mind’s kicking in
Even if considering the weather.
“It’s not what it could be”
Leads to considering now.
And some beauty building dreams?
Get real, don’t have a cow!
Chickasaw Blues
I’m little but I’m loaded, chock a top of love for you.
Said I’m little but I’m loaded, chock a top of love for you.
Just give me all your sweetness
You know baby that will do.
Woke me up this morning, and the first thing that I saw
Woke me up this morning, and the first thing that I saw
My baby’s a driving
Going to Okolona
I could sit here wondering, play my ukulele all the day
I could sit here wondering, play my ukulele all the day
Or maybe find myself a new girl today
A new girl today.
Okolona please don’t begin
Drive my girl into the house sin
If I catch her in the arms of another fellow
Well its rage I’ll be not my usual mellow
(For Chickasaw, Mississippi)
Much improved thank you
I am sarcastic, so it is alleged.
Thank you God, I have improved from:
Angry, deluded, too rational, too intellectual, cheeky and disrespectful. A bumbler, away with the faeries, full time comedian who simply can’t sing and no musician too.
To list a few.
God provides the Teflon to assist all debris to flow,
So He views me clean.
Not every tsunami of shite sticks.
Show me something
The worlds a nest of vapours
Flowing past around me, diverse capers.
All those keeping true, doing their best,
To fill each moment, chasing thought,
So it can’t rest.
Show me something real.
Show me there’s another way of living, to be.
Show me something real.
Show me there’s some truth in all I see.
I mine the black vein, of crooked men’s hearts.
Refining the works, of their shady arts.
And though they are cruel, to each other and some.
Doing good, alone in my corner,
Seems I’m the only one.
Show me something good.
Show me there’s still a loving way to be.
Show me something good.
Show me there’s some love in all I see.
Till next time keep safe and well, Louis
All poems/lyrics taken from "It is what it is" copyright 2015 Louis J. Casson This Blog and contents copyright Louis J. Casson 2016