AND NOW... LOADS More Music and Original Poetry AND A CHALLENGE
SO WHAT'S THE CHALLENGE?
Take any of these poems and do it your way. And I don't mean your AI way. Your original way.
Try any tune that you think works, with your voice. Use one of the music arrangements on this site, or create your own, but use the poem as it is. Or perhaps a translation?
You can be a single artist, a band, new to this, or established with your own web page. It's all good.
As long as it's genuine, I will put it on the site, crediting it to you, with your information. Even your video. Anyone might see it!
Good luck!
Send it to frustratedscribbler@proton.me
... some more unique poems from Bill Textworth, with original music: PAGE 1
Spring Hopium
(With much appreciation and some apologies to WW)
I wander lonely in a crowd,
Avoiding all, for me to see
Words no longer here allowed
By someone who was texting me.
On my screen with data capped,
A virtual life where I am trapped.
In this new order we dare not see
The world fouled and strewn with litter,
So many others just like me
Engrossed in never ending twitter.
Antisocial media, our only chance,
As we bow our heads in a techno trance.
For oft when upon my couch I try
To lose myself in thought alone,
I gaze upon our chemtrail sky
And reflect upon adrenachrome.
Those who dare report such schemes
Rob others of their selfish dreams.
Once more among wild thoughts I find
Ideas of loosh, of war and dumbs.
Can we evolve to leave behind
This created world where love succumbs?
Perhaps a few, from this shared fate
Will overcome control and hate.
Looking forward to the day
That I can truly see, and learn
To play as elementals play, then dance
With them as I return.
Until then will my soul stand still
As a solitary daffodil
Speak now of matters only shown,
And no more of lizards in hushed tone
Use headphones for music – it's SO much better!
Rebirth of the Trapped Spirit
And so I died, but then I woke,
And I learned as I left that continual night,
That all of it was merely smoke,
A counterfeit of breath and light.
That new sensation, it did not lie,
'Though I expected the world to shatter
Like cold glass falling from the sky,
Without any depth of form or matter.
Too much.
Too much.
And yet… it is right.
Our many lives, they are all still here,
Living histories of our deception.
Moments of joy, with constant fear,
Needs of love, of health, protection.
He was the genie who now is free
From all that had kept him blind.
For locked in the bottle he could only see,
Ideas sent to fill his mind
In new life he carries on.
The genie is free.
The bottle is gone.
The genie was me
Then all at once it came to me,
A sudden dawning of the sense
That I was ever meant to be
A host for another's experience.
So all truth is finally mine,
Joy at freedom, but anger too.
The sour taste of ancient wine,
Mixed with ecstasy found anew.
The lies that I had thought were real,
That I was more than a moonlight ray,
Could not survive the way I feel,
As I again with elementals play.
Now I truly know it all.
In this silence beyond the sea,
Nothing will ever be mine to call,
So everything can nothing be.
And the only thing I know that dies
Is contrived. And so it is that death
Is never a gift, or prize,
But leads us back to the first, true breath.
And here is hope, as I dwell
In both mortal and immortal soul,
For everything passes and no hell
Could ever contain my boundless whole
Use headphones for music – it's SO much better!
... just a passing thought ....
Doubling Up
There is only one one
But there are two too
So what are four for?
And what if I ate eight?
Something strange going on here.
