Salon Night

Slow down
Watch out for the hi-hats
Skat’s off and he’s playing
The crowd’s hot and they're swaying
Slow down
Watch out for the night cats
Skat’s off and he’s playing
The crowd’s hot and they're swaying

Blue beat
And it’s raining
Skimming the life
The pianist is straying

Picker of steel
Working on the reel to reel
Laying it down
And feeling the feel

Slow down
Watch out for the hi-hats
Skat’s off and he’s playing
The crowds are loud
And the musicians are swaying
The musicians are hot
And tonight, o boy, we aren't half all swaying

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Painters & Poets

A clear glass vase, holding blue flowers
With bright sunlight catching
The cut free stems in the water

Six square-panes make up
This wood framed window with
Shadows and smears of rain

That looks out to the old
English oaks in Capability
Brown's middle and far distance

I might imagine, that right now
You Simena, are sat beside
Michael Gorban’s painting

Hanging in the cottage parlour
I might be more presumptuous
And think that the stains

Are from your tears, as
You write your farewell letter
That these thoughts still cross

My mind, and that young people
Still learn to recite war poetry
That, in any way

One’s imagination alone
Would be able to raise and dwell
On such a thing, is wondrous enough

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Finnish Film

Sometimes all that technical information
Distracts me from concentrating on the picture

But these notes were from Finland, and
I know a photographer from that country
(I should say I know his Uncle Peter better)

It is of grass, and stars, taken at night
He uses a long exposure
To simulate the strength of daylight

It is in October, nearby the lakeside chalet
Where they ventured
Each year, for a short vacation

His website talks of beginning again
With a larger, clearer view
Larger, and clearer, than what you may ask

I could tell you of the make and model
Of camera, the name and speed of film
The methodology employed for development

I could tell you all of this
For that information he easily releases
But thats not what we want to know now, or is it?

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Ses Touches

Sleep slips in
Its quiet movement
Brings the peace

And off I go; zip straight to
The Steppes, and The Tundra
Breeze by the neon-lights
Of good old Amsterdam

One more footstep
To the key locked door
Wherein lies
The bathroom with a view

Warmed so thoroughly through
In luxurious bubbles
Laying back
To take it all in

As the sleep
Who, with her quiet movements
Slips in

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Navigators

Search for the light of love
Not for the need to fight
Ease into the sight of love
As if the flying of the kite

That we should reach
For the right of love
With gentleness to teach
That calm insight of love
Such we need not preach

Include the mirth of love
There right from the birth
Leaning our earth into love
As if for all we are worth

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