Amid the urban turmoil
Of a rush hour city street
A cacophony of diesels
Joins a mass of stomping feet.
Mix the rattling departure
Of the elevated train,
As the local band convention
Starts out marching once again.
There's the rolling of the thunder
Country music from the stores,
Heavy hammers of the builders
Who are laying office floors.
Overhead the jets are flying
Leaving vapour in the sky
And a chapter of the Angels
Ride a hundred Harleys by
.
As you shelter in a doorway
From the racket and the rain,
I can hear across an ocean
You are whispering my name.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Sunday, 18 December 2011
I am a Knight
I am a knight valiente
An armoured cavalier
Who’s Chivalrous in combat
Oblivious to fear.
I ride upon a warhorse
None mightier was seen,
Prepared to fight a thousand
For the honour of my queen.
I am a lowly minstrel boy
No land or title mine,
I play the melodies I write
For bread and watered wine.
But I will walk the darkest paths
Dare swamp and shifting sand
To entertain the courtiers
And win my ladies hand.
I am a graceless gypsy lad
Who’s far beyond the law
I live by wits and thievery
Am vilified by all.
The ladies in the market town
Who shun me every day
Burn candles in the casement
When their masters are away.
Saturday, 10 December 2011
Bondage to her Smile
I'd heard of such a romance
How it rocked me when it came,
As the breeze became a whirlwind
Fanning embers into flame.
In a moment of eruption
That I never could explain,
Falling all that way in moments
Praying not to rise again.
Always something overwhelming
When her love begins to pour,
And she rolls on me like thunder
Never leaves me wanting more.
A convection of capriciousness
Compels me to implore.
To be in bondage to her smile,
Seductive, lustful, yet demure,
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Alice in the Afternoon
Alice in the morning
Was a foil for the sunrise,
Her eyes were filled with
splinters
Of another sleepers dream.
She looks down on a city
And is tired of her future,
Knowing she is drowning
In the overwhelming stream.
Alice in the afternoon
Found wrinkles in a mirror,
She brushed her hair with tortoiseshell
And felt the sun go down.
Sometime in the evening
She started into cleaning,
With dusters she kept tearing
From her virgin wedding gown.
Alice in her rocking chair
Winnowing her memories,
She's finding pain and gemstones
In grains that she has panned.
Somewhere in the long age
A moments playing over,
Then fading with the music
Alice reached to take his hand.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.
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