up-fiddler
Taming the World--for now
....of entries for this month I have put them all in one thread for easier perusal. The limerick was harder than any of us expected but a good learning experience. I know that it isn't MIDNIGHT yet everywhere but I am booked in the studio tomorrow and won't be able to get here. Anyone who still gets something in just put it in a new thread and I will add to the entries below on Sunday night. Enjoy and critique for as many who wish to do so. You certainly don't have to be an entrant to comment.
Snowflake
Gecko-zzed
v1
I shuffled in shoes of lead
Forsaking the warmth of bed
The mist hung low
beneath the moon's pale glow
The empty road lay ahead
v2
A streetlight flickers in Morse
A message seen only by moths
Their orbital plight
A suicide flight
A journey that follows no path
ch1
In cloud shredded storm
The snow crystals form
To silently cover the land
And chancing my luck
I reach out and clutch
But the snowflake melts in my hand
v3
I leant against a cold wall
beneath an old red-brick vault
my memories fade
as the light turns grey
the snow . . . began to fall.
ch2
The soles of my shoes
Are nearly worn through
From treading the cracks in the street
My collar is wet
From rain down my neck
From splinters of ice-needle sleet
ch1
In cloud shredded storm
The snow crystals form
To silently cover the land
And chancing my luck
I reach out and clutch
But the snowflake melts in my hand
Just the other day
Whatmysay
Just the other day I saw you walking
You were going down the street to a man you were talking
I hadn’t seen that smile
Not in a while
Just the other day I saw you walking
Just the other the other night I saw you dancing
In your new dress you were there with him
As you caught my eye
You must have seen me cry
Just the other the other night I saw you dancing
And don’t dance well as you light up the room
Lord you dance well I need the way you move, next to me
Like the other day when you were mine
Just the other day I heard your leaving
Got to get away you go this evening
Now I’m running through the town
To stop the Greyhound
Just the other day you left me bleeding
Like the other day when you were mine
When you were mine
Just the other day
Have You Seen Him Sway?
up-fiddler
They came from all over the town
To watch him lightly step round
He would swing so free
As the earth left his feet
They called him Sweet Sammy Brown
Have you seen him swaying in the moonlight?
Have you seen him turning in the air?
He would dance so lightly that he barely touched down
In the bars, on the streets, at the fairs.
He would dance for people everywhere.
He was leaving the bar heading west
Going home for some well deserved rest.
But young Angeline
So pure and so clean,
It was clear, was a maiden obsessed.
Have you seen him swaying in the moonlight?
Have you seen him turning in the air?
He would dance so lightly that he barely touched down
In the bars, on the streets, at the fairs.
He would dance for people everywhere.
He knew better than to drink from that cup.
Forbidden fruit never makes for good sup.
But Angeline showed
Him her secret abode
He was still there when they both woke up.
Have you seen him swaying in the moonlight?
Have you seen him turning in the air?
He would dance so lightly that he barely touched down
In the bars, on the streets, at the fairs.
He would dance for people everywhere.
People pressed in from all over the town
To make Sammy dance yet one more round.
And to help him swing free
They strung him up in a tree
Both his name and his skin was Brown.
Have you seen him swaying in the moonlight?
Have you seen him turning in the air?
Snowflake
Gecko-zzed
v1
I shuffled in shoes of lead
Forsaking the warmth of bed
The mist hung low
beneath the moon's pale glow
The empty road lay ahead
v2
A streetlight flickers in Morse
A message seen only by moths
Their orbital plight
A suicide flight
A journey that follows no path
ch1
In cloud shredded storm
The snow crystals form
To silently cover the land
And chancing my luck
I reach out and clutch
But the snowflake melts in my hand
v3
I leant against a cold wall
beneath an old red-brick vault
my memories fade
as the light turns grey
the snow . . . began to fall.
ch2
The soles of my shoes
Are nearly worn through
From treading the cracks in the street
My collar is wet
From rain down my neck
From splinters of ice-needle sleet
ch1
In cloud shredded storm
The snow crystals form
To silently cover the land
And chancing my luck
I reach out and clutch
But the snowflake melts in my hand
Just the other day
Whatmysay
Just the other day I saw you walking
You were going down the street to a man you were talking
I hadn’t seen that smile
Not in a while
Just the other day I saw you walking
Just the other the other night I saw you dancing
In your new dress you were there with him
As you caught my eye
You must have seen me cry
Just the other the other night I saw you dancing
And don’t dance well as you light up the room
Lord you dance well I need the way you move, next to me
Like the other day when you were mine
Just the other day I heard your leaving
Got to get away you go this evening
Now I’m running through the town
To stop the Greyhound
Just the other day you left me bleeding
Like the other day when you were mine
When you were mine
Just the other day
Have You Seen Him Sway?
up-fiddler
They came from all over the town
To watch him lightly step round
He would swing so free
As the earth left his feet
They called him Sweet Sammy Brown
Have you seen him swaying in the moonlight?
Have you seen him turning in the air?
He would dance so lightly that he barely touched down
In the bars, on the streets, at the fairs.
He would dance for people everywhere.
He was leaving the bar heading west
Going home for some well deserved rest.
But young Angeline
So pure and so clean,
It was clear, was a maiden obsessed.
Have you seen him swaying in the moonlight?
Have you seen him turning in the air?
He would dance so lightly that he barely touched down
In the bars, on the streets, at the fairs.
He would dance for people everywhere.
He knew better than to drink from that cup.
Forbidden fruit never makes for good sup.
But Angeline showed
Him her secret abode
He was still there when they both woke up.
Have you seen him swaying in the moonlight?
Have you seen him turning in the air?
He would dance so lightly that he barely touched down
In the bars, on the streets, at the fairs.
He would dance for people everywhere.
People pressed in from all over the town
To make Sammy dance yet one more round.
And to help him swing free
They strung him up in a tree
Both his name and his skin was Brown.
Have you seen him swaying in the moonlight?
Have you seen him turning in the air?