Not Quite A Poem

Life has been so incredibly complicated and busy this year, and shows in the number of posts I have made, especially since the spring. One of these days things will sort themselves out and I am sure my artistic output will return to normal.

In the meantime, here is a lyric. Meant to be a little bit of fun, it was well received at my ukulele club when I tried it out on them in an "open mic" spot. I thought that with absolutely nothing in the poetry line to share here, I would at least show that I am still just about turning out something creative in the writing arena. Hope you like it and take it for what it is.

My Uke Is Gonna See Me Through The Day 

refrain

When I ‘m feeling  low

Got no place to go

And no one’s ‘round to raise my sorry mood.

I don’t sit a round

Staring at the ground

I Pick up my 4-string and I start to play

verse 1

Oh my uke is gonna get me through the day

Raise my voice and strum along and play

My spirits soon will rise, soaring to the skies

Oh my uke is gonna get me through the day 

verse 2

The cheerful sound of strumming is so cool

Takes me back to days I spent in school

No cares to weigh me down, no sign of a frown

Oh my uke is gonna get me through the day

verse 3

No pills or potions do the same for me

I’ve tried them all, they fail it’s plain to see

But when I hear those chords, I’m never ever bored

Oh my uke is gonna get me through the day 

If you would like to hear the song, having read the lyrics, then I offer next an early recording of the song which I often do to hear what I am doing. It is so easy to perform a song without really hearing the results. I do think that it does enable me to learn and improve. Anyway here it is:-

Finally - a new poem

I have been so busy learning to play the ukulele and painting again that writing has been on the back-burner for longer than I care to think; hence the long break since my last post. There is only so much time in the day unfortunately.

But writing is never very far from my mind, in fact I wrote a song a couple of weeks ago so maybe the time's may be a-changing?

But what bought this change about? Well last weekend, we spent a few days in Brighton and did a little shopping in the lanes. My wife persuaded me to buy a red paisely shirt. Not honestly my style, but she decided that I needed to have something a little outrageous in my dottage. It will do for ukulele concerts, I guess. Anyway, Whilst the rest of the party spent a couple of hours tramping around The Royal Pavilion, I sat in the sun and took out my notebook and decided to WRITE A POEM. Yes, it was a conscious decision. But what should be the topic of my endeavour? Why, my new red shirt. I don't need big stories to get me writing - so here it is:-

A new Shirt.

Today, I purchased a brand new shirt

A little bit red but, OK;

It's colourful, patterned

Will stand out in a crowd,

Wearing it makes a statement,

"This is me, and I'm proud"

To be just a little bit different.

Just for once in my life

I'll stand tall

So don't tell me it's flash;

Nothing so rash!

It's just a little bit loud

- That's all.

Just a little bit of fun really - no hidden messages, etc. Not my usual style but maybe that's because I have not been over-zealous with the lineage. I have not sweated over the number of syllables as I might once have done. The next thing is to record it, and embed the recording on the post. You can then hear how I think it should be read.

Anyway, the long abstinence is over. I am hoping that my writing will become part of my life once again.