A Poem a Day
I am pleased to report I have kept up with my poem a day, on my FB account. I have been sick, "The kind of sick that knocks you for six!" That's what it has been like, is there a poem everywhere? pretty much. My day has a new focus I am constantly thinking of meeting my criteria of a 'Poem a Day'. fortunately I seem to produce something most days by about 08:00 hrs, I will share this with you and hope I don't jinx it. I don't know if it is the tunnel itself, or the particular train I take, or maybe its the fact that recently I have been running late for work. (huddle in, come close) I sit down on the Central line, and within two minutes I have started composing a poem. Not just a random collection of words, but good poems entertaining, witty and most times damn clever. Now listen to this bit, my journey is only fifteen minutes. Well now I've said it I will share a poem I wrote yesterday on my way into work. I named it Nina Simone (I find that the most difficult thing to do, finding a name).
This is how it came about I was speaking to one of the Trainers where I work, and the subject got to children and the funny things they do. I shared a few stories about my daughter, who by the way the general consensus is 'She is a Genius'. Yes I know I am bias. Anyhow the passion, the twinkle in his eye that could be detected when he spoke of her with such fondness, I was captivated, in contrast he said his little son lacked rhythm where his daughter at age 4 had lots and a real appreciation for the old classics. Ella Fitzgerald? James Brown and Nina Simone? I loved the fact she had this very definite taste in music, she knew what she liked and and was vocal about what she didn't like sorry 1 Direction, she wasn't fond of them. Guess she's not at an age to be intrigued, besotted or in love with Harry Styles or one of the other members of this group, said to be the next Beatles.
#26 Nina Simone
She's been here before
Ask me how I know
She's four
Stands just a little from the floor
Like she's heard him before
She digs Ella Fitzgerald
She understands Nina's moans!
She has a clear idea of how she got here
Tells of how she arrived at her home
She speaks of having wings
Then surveying the land
Observing carefully
Then choosing her Mum and Dad
She knows things beyond her years
She's an old soul who has already been here
I look into her eyes,
I want to read her soul
I want to know what she knows
She looks up and smiles
I've touched a nerve,
I've connected with her inner spirit
She's ready to connect with me
You dream of this then it happens
Suddenly you feel inadequate, not prepared
Then looks sincerely into my eyes and says
'Can you hand me my juice box?'
Be Bop be bop!
Written by : Love Junkie 26/02/13 (This is my youngest daughters input, The Meticulous Genius, she always insists on adding a date name and my age, to which I normally object after a certain age does it matter?)
As a rule I don't write poems for people, let me quantify I don't write poems about people upon request. Whenever I tell people I am a Poet there are the endless wise cracks then the customary.
"Write one about me!" what I want to say is "Why?" "What have you done?" in my mind I am thinking how egotistical and how boring would that poem be.
I normally smile and just change the subject.
Strange Fruit -Nina Simone
I have just spent 20 Minutes selecting this from YouTube it is not a palatable subject, it is very disturbing, this song always haunts me. To think
a little four year old has listened to this and can appreciate the poetical beauty of it. I applaud her father for exposing her to this. I was aware of Billy Holidays version, and would play it again and again in some sort of trance. it moves you. it touches your inner being. Strange fruit inspired me to write 'The Lynching Tree' My poem dedicated to Ricky Bishop who mysteriously died in the custody of Brixton Police officers. Now that's Poem for another day.........
a little four year old has listened to this and can appreciate the poetical beauty of it. I applaud her father for exposing her to this. I was aware of Billy Holidays version, and would play it again and again in some sort of trance. it moves you. it touches your inner being. Strange fruit inspired me to write 'The Lynching Tree' My poem dedicated to Ricky Bishop who mysteriously died in the custody of Brixton Police officers. Now that's Poem for another day.........
