There's no time like the present
and the present is no prize
but give a gift to Germans
and you hasten their demise
The train is at the station
The feces in the hat
hardly ever feeds the cat
what started as a good idea
must now but end abrupt
so let's sing Leonard Cohen songs
and cheer the whole place up
Your poem is cheering, to an extent Johnny. At least the flow of rhythmic song is present! it is also depressing in a way! I like that double effect!!
Great poem, Johnny. I liked it a lot.
Would you settle for some Simon and Garfunkel?
The 59th Street Bridge Song(Feelin' Groovy)
---Simon and Garfunkel
Slow down you move too fast
You got to make the moment last
Just kickin’ down the cobble stones
Lookin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy
Hello lamp post
I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
Ain’t-cha got no rhymes for me?
Got no deeds to do
No promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life I love you
All is groovy
Thanks KQ and Les
KQ you are correct in seeing the duality of feelings that are present here.
Les, for a happy song, it sometimes makes me sad, missing that time in the past when everything was, even though I know it wasn't.
The 59th Street (or Queensborough) bridge connects Long Island City (my fathers old neighborhood complete with cobblestone streets in many places)) to Manhattan Island.
J.C., the laughing savior
I know a poet
he makes is from what and will
he looks into his window
and stand upon it still.
The laughes he get with poetry
release his reader's quick
to slow the temp alackrity
and make the birdies dip
He ripe as any violin
the day the band is beat
he know the candle's waxing true
and yet he keeps his seat
the friend of every poet else
he gives us back a laugh
with every line and syllable
hanging from his gaff
Subtle yet obvious.
Thanks Peter !
Thanks A-Leenos for the gift, er...i mean geschenk !