There's a Millennium Falcon built in Lego on the side
my drum in the far corner which I banged loud with Pride
Evidence of music which is a passion as you'll know
my PS Five and TV - this is a place I go
to while away the hours that I have when being me
be that music, games or writing - it is a place to be
I danced on a quay at Emsworth
playing a really big drum
The crowds from the town all following us
and everyone having fun
I danced with Pride in Brighton
‘neath a rainbow coloured flag
The crowds of people partying
in the sun made me feel glad
I danced on the Portsmouth waterfront
as five tall ships furled sail
The rhythm of the music thrummed
and helped tell a happy tale
I danced then and I’m dancing now
because the music never dies
It’s always in my heart and mind
for that’s where my rhythm lies
Like a strong hand to lift my soul
Music comes again
And as my rock begins to roll
Sunshine comes to play
Like a fishing net to catch my blues
Music drains away
All the cobwebs which have gathered
In the corridors of grey
Like a drum which beats a rhythmic sound
drowning my dismay
Music cleanses, music cleans
more than I can say
Like a sunbeam piercing stormy clouds
Cutting through the rain
Music is my heart and soul
My perfect summer’s day
Excitement builds, anticipation
for this spectacle I’ll see
with Mr Gwilliam, my friend
who will be there with me
We’ve waited now for ages
but the time is here at last
as off to Wembley we both go
for jollies and a blast
Underworld (‘Born Slippy’)
‘Tiny Holes’ and drumming loud
along with several thousand others
we will be there in the crowd
Photo – Underworld at Brighton Dome, 2015. Tonight we catch them at London’s SSE arena in Wembley. [NB – if you know Underworld, you’ll know the context of ‘born slippy’ and ‘tiny holes’; if you don’t, sorry about that, but hopefully the rhyme and syntax still work with the words for you!]
Sometimes when no one is watching
I will dance around my name
with a loud drum always banging
which never sound the same
Yes, it’s always rhythmic
but the pattern’s one of change
Its signature and syntax
quite often rearranged
Synonymous with freedom
My name just like my drum
is one that’s good to dance to
for me and everyone
So as life brings me the rhythm
likewise I sam set free
and the dancing it continues
unequivocally
Photo – Jempics (the drum in the rear of the picture – the one with a pink boa – is mine with me playing it. A bottom surdo as a part of a mass ‘Encontro’ in Brighton back in 2001).
The wooden floors vibrated
from the sound of many drums
Rhythm everywhere around
enjoyed by everyone
And I danced to special timbre
pulsated by the beat
from heart and soul and head and hands
right down to my feet
With reflections in puddles
as I’m walking along
the timbre of my thoughts
falling naturally to song
the rhythm of the world
helps me hum a little ditty
as it’s mirrored down there at my feet
looking really pretty
It’s a walking to work song
with contented frame of mind
looking forward to the pleasures
that I know the day will find.
The rain acts as percussion
drumming at my feet
with the song just like the puddles
mirroring the beat
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...