Rhythm II (reprise)

6 of 10 in the Jemverse series ‘Music II’

As the music fades
with the rhythm of my drum
I am still dancing

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Photo – Jempics

[‘Rhythm II‘ was first posted to Jemverse in June 2015]

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Dancing to life (reprise)

5 of 10 in the ‘Music II’ series from Jemverse

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

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Photo – Jempics

Dancing to life‘ was first posted to Jemverse in April 2015

Lifting (reprise)

1 of 10 in the ‘Music II’ series from Jemverse

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

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Photo – Jempics

Lifting‘ was originally posted to Jemverse in July 2014

At the eve III (part 4)

4 of 12 in the Jemverse summer 22 series ‘Melting Days’

At the eve of this day
I will see echoes of a summer's child
and there will be the boy I once knew
and the man he is now
and there I will find rhythm

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Photo – Emily Rose Croucher

Constant rhythm shared

Prevailing sou’ westerly blows
across this grey-green sea
but the sunshine warm, encourages
so I’m content to be
Staying here throughout the day
to watch the sea out there
as white-capped waves comes into shore
with constant rhythm shared

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The dance, the drum

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

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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).

Drum

 

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

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Rhythm of the rails

Rhythm of the rails
strikes a resonant chord
Music for the morning
and the commuter hoard
Newspapers folded
Tablets fired up
with caffeine boosters
from paper cup
Gathering momentum
into the Weald
Heading for London
through Sussex field

Distorted, the tannoy
every once in a while
interrupts with a word
for a frown or a smile
And cocooned within
the journey begun
We listen and roll
to the clatter and thrum
But the words like the rhythm
(if only they knew)
is only heard here
by the still awake few

For this is eclectic
ethereal, rare
with the tune heard only
by those with a care
Rhythm of rails though
has a place in my heart
for I’m attuned to the music
which I heard from the start
And it soothes as I listen
and tap along to the beat
with the clatter and thrum
from my window seat

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Writing at night

In the small hours when
silence is my company
And my pen scribbles words
as they flow fancy free
The verse and the rhyme
to the page come with ease
So this is the time that
the poet will seize

My craft in the making
no distraction to cast
The silence consuming
the prose firm and fast
These are moments to cherish
to have and to hold
The words captured here
more precious than gold

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Lyrical

I hear a rhythm deep inside my head
and the words just seem to flow
Mostly moving there in time
sometimes a little slow

It’s rather like a beating drum
repeating patterns heard
With me there as the drummer
turning rhythm into word

Lyrical, the magic flows
words dance to rhythmic beat
Crafted by the poet’s hand
until they are complete

©Jemverse

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