Life Coaching, Observations, Reflections, Things that make you go hmmmmm
Sailing unawares on your way today
Moving with a purpose only you know
Maybe it’s finally something that’ll be real
At least enough so you can make believe
Glamour girl gets her skirt caught in a twirl
Hair flip with the hapless I’m helpless giggle
Set free by the kindness of one of your strangers
Off you go leaving a wake of stalking heads
Should’ve taken the umbrella because,
because it looks like pain
I can see and it looks like,
like you’re headed for hell
Not a place for you,
you’re not going to fare well
You can trust me because,
because everyone knows I’m insane
Surprised to hear voices calling cats
Treats herself that the slights just imagined
Tricks of conscience kick start the reality train
Night scares turn over in to stormy days
Loving so many who don’t love her
Doesn’t understand how to be alone
She can’t stand going home on her own
No other girls she can tell her fears
She’s only one way to hide from voices
Taking solace in some lucky one’s arms
You look down, she tells you she loves you
You get up telling her you can’t love her
Should’ve taken the umbrella because,
because here comes the pain
I can see and it looks like,
like you’re already in hell
Not a place for you,
you’re already not doing well
You can trust me because,
because like you, I’m insane
G.R. Hambley ©
February 26, 2018
Among all the other smiles
There you were dancing free
Your gypsy skirt flying high
Girl you caught more than my eye
Couldn’t help but watch you move
Hair water falling down your back
You caught me staring madly
Saw your eyes make me your mark
Keeping time with those devilish hips
Lips sending me your angel kiss
Gypsy woman crooks her fingertip
Calling with her wiles to play her game
The same music keeps playing on
Everyone with their own old verse
Those others don’t have the sense to go
We gotta romance and they’re in the road
G.R. Hambley ©
February 23, 2018
Softly creeping comes the light
seeping through your prison’s glass
Masking out the stations of the cross
along your rotting creaky floor
Memories leaking from the dripping faucet
that’s really your beleaguered mind
Swirling slowly away you, cry
washing them down the drain
Hey you, you up there,
can you feel her stare?
Hey you, you listening up there,
can you take her despair?
Hey you, you watching up there,
can you show you care?
Once there shone glimmers of hope
now there’s only the hanging hemp
Taking your place in the stations
last light the signal of descent
The shrieking beams might as well
be your muted screams
Alone in your corner you swing
twisting over all the years left unspent
Hey you, you up there,
couldn’t you feel her stare?
Hey you, you listening up there,
couldn’t you take her despair?
Hey you, you watching up there,
couldn’t you show you care?
G.R. Hambley ©
February 01, 2018
I wake this morning and I am now in my 60th year on this little blue planet 3rd from the sun. Doesn’t feel much different than yesteryear but it is!
It’s so cold in this country the Calgary Zoo took the Penguins inside. Yet, I go out and forage coffee. Priorities my good reader, priorities. Writing can not be done without coffee. No it can’t, hush yourself!
Last year and in previous years, I would write in two things at the same time, narrative and poetry. This behaviour has continued in to this year I’m pleased to say.
Sneak peek of the poetry… it aint close to there yet!
Should’ve taken the umbrella because it looks like pain
I can see and it looks like you’re headed for hell
I see it’s not a place where you’re going to fare well
You can trust me because everyone knows I’m insane
It’s good to be me!
Here in Ontario, I’m expecting it to be frigid until June 7th. Gonna get real warm that day, and if you’re of the liberally minded RITE, I don’t see you liking it one damn bit.
I took a cab late last year and the driver was real sociable. For all you immigrants, just because I’m Canadian it doesn’t mean I like frickin’ winter! I like winter in the country where it’s pretty. I like winter in California where you go visit the snow! Been there, done that, short pants 70-degree weather.
Winter in the city is mostly ugly. The snow don’t stay as it was purely driven very long.
This narrative interlude is complete. Poetry is staring me in the face. Word!
G.R. Hambley 01/01/2018 ©
All round the world, love is deceiving
Mountains of love have been moved
Ashes and residues, marking such proved
Disciples crow that they are the deserving
Look hard, look twice at what you know
You think your wiles make everyone smile
Please see there are some whom you revile
Living to love when craving life’s marrow
Each and every way, not trying to understand
A null place, your heart‘s on your worn face
Stings under veils, still showing every trace
Angels in tattered wings working their plan
Night’s glitter faded to day wear tarnish
The door closes behind the window to your hole
Longingly watching, the abyss sinks your soul
You hang to hope knowing you’re about to perish
G.R. Hambley ©
December 22, 2017
Lyric
(chorus)
Once upon a time, there was a time
Wasn’t much in way of reasoning
Ignored all your flashing eyes warning signs
(verse)
From here to there and back to there from here
Can’t quite keep straight what I’m supposed to do
Don’t quite know where I’m supposed to go
This lovin’ baby of mine, got me so I just don’t know
When she’s here she’s gone somewhere else
The calls keep dropping, she can’t say why
Got so many questions you’re going to have to hear
Any one answer could break this lovin’ heart
(chorus)
Once upon a time, there was a time
Wasn’t much in way of reasoning
Ignored all your flashing eyes warning signs
(verse)
More and more feeling I’ve made myself blind
I don’t know what’s got you getting in so late
Would you let me know if you’d found a new flame
Wondering how much more of your lovin’ I can take
Desires died, just like pissing out the fire at night
Almost believe it’s how you wanted this to go
This disinterest is our death so we gotta part
No grave yard sighs, thanks for the lovin’ and goodbye
(chorus end)
Once upon a time, there was a time
Wasn’t much in way of reasoning
Should of paid attention to your signs of the times
G.R. Hambley ©
October 24, 2017
Lyrics List |
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| Then one day you look around and notice just how many you’ve done.
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| 1 | Little Black Dressed is collaboration that is very special. |
| Living out life in a gleeful rage | |
| Innocence in this smile, tricks in another | |
| The sweetness of the slaughter upon the lips | |
| The second-hand silk is only a tease | |
| 2 | Closing Time |
| Another time, another place, | |
| you’d become not just another face | |
| 3 | Making My Way |
| Walking round and round that house of tells | |
| Your voice comes calling out in the dark | |
| Heard you sayin’ it’d be right for this old heart | |
| 4 | From The Stars |
| Long before there was sin | |
| Way out where the souls begin | |
| Came a song in a whisper | |
| 5 | We Have One Now |
| Happens once and a while, only for one man smile | |
| An angel face, melting eyes, her sweet breathy sighs | |
| Dropping in to talk, lingering on a walk | |
| 6 | Edge Walking |
| Waking to another day, already on the knife | |
| Always at the ready, keep staying honed | |
| Lookin’ round, it all appears the same as yesterday | |
| 7 | Realize It’s Over |
| It’s about taking time to take time | |
| There just hasn’t been much at all | |
| Call comes in on the telephone line | |
| 8 | On That Jersey Shore |
| Started out like any other day | |
| Woke up with the waves calling | |
| Wanted to just lie there numb | |
| 9 | If You Dare |
| Once in a time | |
| that was better than anything in your mind | |
| Not so strange | |
| in a world where love’s made such a change | |
| 10 | Red Rose Among The Trees |
| Know this being all alone to well | |
| Staying late, never going home | |
| Seeing others close, sticks and stones | |
| Hands in hands, hands in my pockets | |
| 11 | Baby Be Mine |
| She’s colder than northern winds | |
| She’s hotter than original sins | |
| Gonna be there and bide my time | |
| Do right and make that girl mine | |
| 12 | Now Begins Forever |
| We’ve been going round and round | |
| exchanging our half smiles | |
| having all those conversations | |
| where we won’t let them the end | |
| 13 | Counter Cutie |
| Climbs herself up on that chair, gives up a little high thigh | |
| Overtly lets them legs cross, grey skirt makes a swift shift | |
| Uncrossing them, a small curvy push, tilting back the cool stool | |
| 14 | Nella Notte Cieca |
| Believing with all her heart someday it’ll come true | |
| Letting the living lie slide on out the way it came | |
| Inside where she hides from herself and the pain | |
| 15 | Angel Beach |
| We were just walkin’ along that beach | |
| Seeing the ripples, rise higher and higher | |
| Stopping to stare into that setting sun | |
| 16 | Won’t You Tell Me |
| Baby I got these thoughts going on | |
| Sitting all by myself at home | |
| Sitting here feeling all alone | |
| 17 | Beach Bound |
| Been working an all night day | |
| Now there’s time for a little fun | |
| Sun’s making its morning run | |
| 18 | Departure Gate |
| Fretting over it hour after hour | |
| Worrying about it night after night | |
| Feeling it fall week after week | |
| Been knowing it for months now | |
| 19 | Train Of Thought |
| Sitting on this sweltering city roof | |
| Far below people roaming around | |
| Sweating and swearing as they go | |
| 20 | The Devil’s Fine Day |
| He done went down from heaven | |
| The boy just up and shuffled off | |
| The Devil took himself a powder that day | |
| 21 | Witness |
| Looking for a little down time | |
| . had to get myself away | |
| Monday morning glory | |
| . wasn’t happening today | |
| 22 | Crashing Down |
| Day slides it’s way to the end | |
| Not looking forward to going home | |
| Turning in at that bend in the road | |
| Rather be making a long drive alone | |
| 23 | Fallen Angel |
| Newly fallen she wakes to a different world today | |
| And she’s never | |
| never been on her own before | |
| Went from home on the hill to a home on loan | |
| 24 | In The Quiet Of The Night |
| Half past midnight and finally free | |
| free from the demands of a clamoring world | |
| World moving so fast it’s hard to keep your feet | |
| feet feel like miles and the miles feel like hell | |
| 25 | You No More |
| Sometimes you just know | |
| just know you got no more | |
| no more love left to give | |
| 26 | Girls Rite |
| You hear them, it’s the shame every time | |
| They’ve all had it happen, been torn apart | |
| Now another one’s got the no romance blues | |
| 27 | Falling Apart |
| These days are almighty long | |
| the nights so lonely | |
| Giving the best for the cheque | |
| spending nights in hazy dread | |
| 28 | Once Again |
| Once again freedom’s crying | |
| ringing out while on the run | |
| It falls to the old ones | |
| those who long ago came of age | |
| 29 | No More Yesterday’s |
| There were those who’d gone ahead | |
| Learned the ropes and roads and dread | |
| Some came and shared their mind | |
| Others struggled and suffered and died | |
| 30 | Everyone’s Girl |
| Her days don’t begin before three | |
| Her nights spent in party grove | |
| Never seen the sun go down | |
| Seen it coming up so damn often | |
| 31 | Lost And Found |
| The times wearing me on down | |
| no time for any little thing | |
| Sprung from the trap you set | |
| gonna take the fast road back | |
| 32 | Lake Side |
| Day dreaming out on the rocks | |
| sun setting the lake ablaze | |
| all but gone the hostage daze | |
| letting down all the blocks | |
| 33 | Haunting Her |
| Unseen she stepped inside | |
| Know it’s her by the steps | |
| She stares straight ahead | |
| Her face kept firmly set | |
| 34 | Once Bitten |
| We were young and oh so cool | |
| Back when we were all fools | |
| Feelin’ our way around | |
| 35 | Spinsters |
| Stories making the rounds | |
| none to be believed | |
| none to be trusted | |
| careful not to get busted | |
| 36 | Left Unsaid |
| Whispers and rustles making the rounds | |
| Sighs and gasps the disbelieving sounds | |
| It’s between us, no one must, couldn’t ever be us | |
| 37 | Were You Me |
| Watching out the window on a cloudy day | |
| Caught up in all those billows shifting shapes | |
| Faces through my ages floating in grey space | |
| There’s so little that’s left out in front | |
| 38 | Missing Day |
| Up in the morning and the coffee’s on | |
| Sour dough toasting, golden for me | |
| A little cinnamon sugar reminds of you | |
| Not even seven and there’s the phone | |
| 39 | Going Clean |
| Whispers in the air | |
| Eyebrows raising up | |
| Pretending not to hear | |
| Taking in what’s said | |
| 40 | If Only |
| Walking on home alone, | |
| that old bell softly chimes | |
| Passing right on by, | |
| the tower bell strikes again | |
| Falling farther behind | |
| that niggling bell tolls once more | |
| G. R. Hambley © | |
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I’m told the scheme is from romance
Something more in the poetic amore
My first time playing at this dance
Found myself needing to write today
Drifting with the harmony in rhyme
Thinking I’ll love this style’s sway
One’s first try may not reach sublime
Line two of writing follows one and three
Should this fail to soar I shan’t pine
Aye, the style doth differently challenge me
Perhaps tis worthy to read of others pursuit
Much to learn before bidding adieu the plebe
There’d be such the scene were my chest hirsute
Seems a shame to be winding this piece down
The puffing and preening would be an absolute
During writing there was A moment profound
Me thinks the engineers should hear this tragedy
Never, ever, let MS Word read poetry aloud!
G.R. Hambley ©
September 04, 2017
There you have it, a first “Terza Rima”. Still not sure where the stop in the scheme should be. When I got in to the flow and the scheme, it is fun and it is a beaut!
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Lyric
Walking on home alone,
that old bell softly chimes
Passing right on by,
the tower bell strikes again
Falling farther behind
that niggling bell tolls once more
now it’s gone to three
world’s turning quietly
alone in the night
and it’s mostly alright
if only you were here…
if only you were here with me…
Feels like I’m missing
more than a few chimes of my own
Wondering why I even said
this place isn’t striking me as home
Really starting to understand
It’s me for whom that bell is tolling
Everything tangling me up
get so damned lost sometimes
Mind turning it end over round
keep expecting that lost key to show
Walking around thinking way too much
hoping this magic hasn’t got lost
now it’s half past three
world’s turning quietly
alone in the night
and it’s not alright
if only, if only you were here…
if only, if only…
if only you were here with me…
If only I could just walk over
leave this lost feeling behind
If only I could just touch your smile
let you see love isn’t lost
If only I could so tenderly say
only my mind was lost
now it’s long, long past three
world’s brightening quickly
alone in the light
and it’s gonna get right
it wasn’t freedom chiming
the lightning did strike
now it’s time to pay the toll
if only…
if only…
if only you’ll believe
believe when I say I’m sorry
G.R. Hambley ©
August 01, 2017
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