POST-PUNK POETRY PAROTTY PARODY BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

I don’t need anything to wake up for…
I just need nothing to sleep…

I used to think I worshipped you,
but now I know it was the ideal me…
because the vision’s become, sun shining through tree.

We should have statues for all the environmentalists killed in Africa, trying to save animals and world, such as the Adamsons (Born Free: Joy and George murdered nine years apart) and Dian Fossey (Gorillas in the Mist).Other statues for locals killed, like the many in the Amazon.

Prophet Mohammed of Islam fame should definitely be cancelled, as he had a 9-year-old in his harem!

It’s ironic that Princess Latifa (mid-30s age) and the other captive princesses are being ‘protected’ by their fathers, when the groomed girls in the UK were being enticed out of their homes, and away from parents who tried to keep their children indoors when they knew what was happening. That’s how Islam works, locking their females up, while grooming others to them, where they ruin their lives, chipping away at local communities, so they can’t have family lives. The Yazidi women raped by I.S. had to leave their I.S.-raped children behind, and they and their families and communities will have to live with it forever.

This is how I feel on the edge of the greenYgrey world, with the bulldozer of mass media humanity against me!

What makes animals automatically mate, fighting each other for a partner and position; sometimes to the death; not seeming to enjoy it, and endangering themselves while pregnant and caring for the young. Only humanity will miss most species; the animals will just miss a mate; probably wondering what life was all about… like many humans now!.

If there was no Earth there’d be no air, devoid of atmosphere. Our space would be void, only matter would matter, not eco disaster

Everything on Earth all in mind, space we know and hope to find, but the bigger picture is beyond mankind, possibilities signed…

Our lost Princess Latifah
looked oh so sweeter
taken by cancer forever
not locked away by father!

The great greenYgrey journey… I’ve often taken too… feeling a pull to England across the Severn… out of more distant travel/music_events necessity… my Jersey birthplace… or ancient memory?

Every Muslim ‘women’ feature should be framed/introduced with the fact that the Prophet Mohammed had a harem that included a 9-year-old: Ayeesha. The Princess Latifa story is the latest example of it not changing much since; following the I.S. treatment of women in the Middle-East, Taliban in Afghanistan, and ‘grooming gangs’ in the Western world.

Above posted on Facebook first.

4×4 space raindrop tree philosophical thought

Sun is not just our light-giving fireplace.
Without it’s gravity,
Earth would hurtle alone:
a lifeless rock through space.

Believe what you want,
nobody knows for sure,
and the unknowable today,
will certainly be yesterday tomorrow…

Just a raindrop on Earth’s top,
where we land not sky’s plot,
supposed to help planet sort,
what is living from what is not.

I wish I knew all the trees;
by name not disease;
their branches, leaves, seeds;
and what they’re saying with ease in breeze.

First posted last night, and others just now; letter count fitted for colourful backgrounds; on Facebook.

New pop Art wordplay poetry

There’s warmth in life,
but C+7 Cosiness can become Cooling Calamity strife;
sun – forever free,
but ODing UV can be costly…

Humanity will always win..ter before spring;
because they are the con..cepts we bring;
not dissimilar to bird..song each morning..

Originally posted on Facebook.

The above poems fit into the pop art poetry theme after POP (PinkyOrangePurple) ended the epic poetry greenYgrey world…

PAGAN SELF-PORTRAIT POETRY

Reconnecting with my families
sunlight, rocks and trees
no barriers in-between
brain disk clean.

At one with tree canopy
eyes’ white light greenery
north’s solar open season
Earth’s axis tilt summer reason.

sky brain skain* somewhat Quantrain

Our 1 brain’s always different
1 day to another
like our sun 1 planet and its weather

There’s sooooooo much happening in sky,
I can’t remember why,
we’re all wound up going round – round
down on ground!

1 2 1 w’ sun
clouds curtain call
could be stellar nursery
move so serenely, I SAY ‘I C, I C’

*skain: combining sky-brain I thought the compound sounded familiar, and skane has relevance for the poems, being an endonym for the southern part of Scandinavia and over to Britain in Scotland.

Finding endonym is also relevant to the above poems, as its meaning is a localised term, as my brain/mind is only my / my only locality.

If you like the above poems and explanations; reminiscent of the greenYgrey’s rambles glory days; then there’s loads more in my books on Amazon.

CLEAN GREEN POEMS

Clouds: trees of the sky,
without them planet life would die…
no water fly, wood die, no nature cry, wind sigh:
humanity why?

Sleepolution: incomplete solution to planet’s pollution…
can’t stop breeding?: try more sleeping.. give the planet a rest!

Poem Inspired by mistYmuse on Day 4 of Longest Festival

Where there is mist

Y, there is muse

Tryst In Me, Sky Birds Tree

grist to the mill
mist on the hill
words enter mind
meet-up maybe rhymed

then they chime, clickety click time

sub-lime olive green
branch bells ringing
nest like ancient amygdala
mirroring brain stripped bare

I wasn’t going to write a poem until seeing the misty weather forecast; even though I could see the mist! so the above poem could definitely be said to have been inspired by the mistYmuse, although it was more about seeing it in writing and having the proof to display.

A couple of links I used:

grist to the mil definition 
brain and trees similarities

A couple of books I wrote and recommend:

Winter Months Fireside Wordplay Poem

The dark cold hinterland between the Northern Hemisphere’s late autumn/fall and winter is here. A perfect time for fireside retrospection and wordplay.
On the second day of #mYm2019 here is the first poem to wordplay the embers of months with those of fires, as far as I know.

mistYmuse Reflection, Fireside Connection

Nov-ember, Dec-ember
dying embers of year?
preceded by Sept-ember.

like night’s end, sitting around fire

spent remembering past
of life and ancestors?
Imagination, Creation

Winter Solstice Month Away Means mistYmuse Week Day

The way I see sunrays sweetly sing, and songbirds softly shine, I think it must be… mistYmuse week…

Through Trees Horizon, Inspirational Words Arising

winter sun
gentle one
subtle fun
no sunburn
year’s done
timeless pun
mistYmuse return, yet again
without pain
no disdain
still unsane*
freedom’s fane*
perhaps inane*
Y-tying m-twain*

*unsane – intentional non-word, describing state neither sane or insane.
*fane –  temple. Found while looking for ‘feign’ originally!
* inane – recognition that this is ‘just’ art.
*mistYmuse – Y joining two m-words.

Bottom half changed course from:
words play
four day
Morgana Fey
greenYgrey say

 

My Poems’ Soundtracks: Blondie Pagan and Danish D-A-D.

I just wrote a little pagan poetry ditty over at travel25years:

I don’t need to travel the Earth
to be where I feel home
because I’m already
in a pagan state
pagan state of mind.

… to introduce a couple of gYgPOP (greenYgreyPinkyOrangePurple) clips from documentaries about the old Native American settlement at Cahokia, and had a song playing in my mind.

Blondie – Song and History

After a while I thought the chorus was Living in the Real World, but still didn’t know who’s song it was. I was shocked to find it was Blondie, and it was their song; although written by keyboardist Jimmy Destri according to Wikipedia.

Eat to the Beat (1979) was the last album that Blondie were my favourite band, due to musical differences! (self-parodying a cliché reason when bands break up).

They mellowed out the next year with Autoamerican, while I went in the opposite direction, getting into heavy rock and metal full-time!

The Poem of Two Songs 

My recent Folding Mirror poem Fracking My Brain Up… was so epic, taking about a week of thinking and psyching up before writing it, that the soundtrack morphed in my brain from the Spinners’ Working My Way Back To You (Fracking My Brain Up For You)…

… to D-A-D’s Sleeping My Day Away… (Fracking My Brain Away)!