Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Magpie Tales: Consolations

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Feast in the House of Simon, 1610, El Greco 

Consolations

The consolations
where you sit at table
So far back in time and place,
an emerge 
in consciousness
to dizzy and defy,
this seating
side by side.


© Gerry at Strummed Words



Monday, February 17, 2014

Brown Stone




Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien 


At cross purposes, my bike walks 
to your apartment, for let, to wake
a free spirit determined to leave
these brown bricks
dappled in sunlight and a promise
of celebrities for view. 

© Gerry at Strummed Words

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Monday, February 10, 2014

Sexy Pout

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from Magpie Tales

"I'm too sexy for my love
Too sexy for my love

Love's going to leave me" *
* "I'm Too Sexy" is track #2 on the album Up. It was written by Fairbrass, Fred/fairbrass, Richard/manzoli, Robert.  Read more: Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy Lyrics | MetroLyrics 


That being said
What's the pout
for again
don't wait for 
a response to 
your witching ways,
said the man on the grandstand.
© Gerry at Strummed Words


Sunday, February 2, 2014

Piano Feet

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My toes find purchase on your keys
While I swing my arms, open to the breezes
of time that pass by in the sun's arc.

Tiptoeing around your curves,
the cure for a malaise throws itself
casually back to the skies, 

The dance goes on with the music
of an inner being playing with abandon
the notes of this curling time. 

© Gerry at Strummed Words

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Cobbled Sidewalks

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New York at Night, Vivienne Gucwa

Cobbled Sidewalks 


Walking head down, on cobbled sidewalks,
I remember wintry mountains,
Sparrows feeding in the snow,
a wooden feeder filled
with dry brown seeds.

The bright lights of the city call to me
but so do the songs of birds on the wing
fluting in the trees or fluttering
for space on a birdfeeder
standing on a trellis in the snow. 

© Gerry at Strummed Words
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