Jim you're a man who writes real good songs. You are a champion and your a singing and guitar player who gets the message across in what I call Bob Dylan way.     

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Cheers thank you Jan. I’m glad to hear that some of the words I’m emptying out of my wheelbarrow are good.
I’ve just recently read about Arthur Stace aka Mr Eternity a humble cleaner who could barely write. He became famous for using one word “Eternity”  in a copper script chalked on hard surfaces around Sydney to get his message across. In 2001 the Sydney City Council Trademarked his Eternity” script in order to protect it from indiscriminate commercial use. Arthur life has been written about in a  book. It got me thinking maybe all it takes sometimes is one good word to get a story or message across. I recommend people check out the Arthur Stace story. People such as the famous street artist Banksy have used Arthur script “Eternity” in their works. A short tv thing about Arthur attached.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EMAdvqbkkE     

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Thank you debervifan  and Jan for your encouragement.

Every word that comes out of our inner self.

Can sit on an invisible shelf turning to dust.

Or breathe life onto a page.

It can be heard by a listening ear.

Backed by silent air or filling the soul with music.

Sometimes putting our words or music out there.

Can feel like murder.

Once it's done it can't be undone.     

Jim with a slightly different tempo and phrasing I could imagine George Thorogood doing a real good job of your song. You're a talented songwriter.     

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Cheers Piri. I am enjoying your feedback. I know I have been guilty of casting negative aspersions on a person’s character which weren’t justified due to my own ignorance. No doubt most people on this planet have been guilty of that at one time or another. The first line of Perception came to me after reading an EasyBeat poem  that started with the first two lines              Empty room
                                                      But filled with light



PROST Jim

I hear that word used by my German and Swiss friends sometimes, your Europe trip would have been a very special and interesting time? Thank you for your ideas on what to do with my poems.

My assumptions can sometimes lead me to the wrong place or answer.  I always assumed that Jesus was working with Joseph as a carpenter in those missing 18 years.   Just now having looked in on google to see what that says about what’s in the Bible has made me realise its not that clear what he did in that time. Anyway it made me think of that song written by Larry Norman “The Outlaw” which talks about  how Jesus is perceived by different people.

It starts with his clever lyrics.



Some say he was an outlaw that he roamed across the land
With a band of unschooled ruffians and few old fishermen
No one knew just where he came from or exactly what he'd done



After that he has clever lyrics in the song for the other options of what people thought of Jesus.

There is a very good show that has been on TV  here in NZ recently called “The Chosen” made in the USA which is very cleverly done bringing to life the characters in the bible. It would have to be one of the best I have seen on that subject. Have you watched it?

Thank you  Jim for your input and encouragement it means a lot to me.

Pete

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Thank you Piri and Jim, for your feedback. I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to put that poem up on chordie at first as I have this thought that maybe I’m over supplying chordie with my poems.  I thought by at least by posting this poem on chordie it will be available for anyone who might be interested in my poems in the future rather than disappear altogether by not being shared in a public way. Up until now it had only been sent out to a couple of people by email in the hope that it might entertain them rather than bore them. I have had a look at contributing some of my poems to some poetry sites but none of them appealed to me.  I guess I'm overthinking it and, in the end maybe my perceptions can lead me in the wrong direction. While I'm ranting on about words here is another poem I wrote on words.



Perception

Some say the room is empty.

Even when there is only one person happy in thought.

Some say that person is lonely.

Others say that person is happy alone.

A person who sleeps most of the day even though they have had a shower and breakfast every morning.

If they stay in bed most the day some say their bedridden.

If they get up early have breakfast and a shower.

Then get on a chair and sleep most the day.

What do they call that chair-ridden.

Someone enjoying a book on a couch.

Some say they are feeding their mind.

Others call them couch potatoes.

Some feel lonely in a crowd and yet happy at home on their own.

To each their own.

Today a person called a Hermit is often considered antisocial.

In days of old becoming a Hermit was considered a legitimate pathway to salvation.

Many hermits came to be regarded as saints.

Beware of perceptions that a word can paint.     

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Mother With The Lost Child

Lying in wait, set to pounce a crazy idea.

The disorganised complexity of my mind.

Turns this crazy idea into words jumping onto a blank page.

Taking a plunge into the unfathomable depth of a reader's mind.

Do these words come to life or numb the readers minds.

Fishing lines hook into my fingers pulling them in different directions.

Thrashing away my fish fingers are unable to sink into the music in my mind.

Today dancing around will be just words not lyrics to a song.

Out of satisfaction comes dissatisfaction.

Satisfaction the mother.

Dissatisfaction the child.

How can I not love the mother with the lost child.

Not all words have a tune.

The joy of writing. 

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Thank you Piri for affirming that the odd odd song can work at times. I read that Dick Francis wrote, "some are born weird, some achieve it, others have weirdness thrust upon them. "

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Cheers Jan and Piri thanks for taking the time to have a listen and comment. I was trying to put together something outside of the conventional as more of an experiment than anything else. I hope it didn't come out as being weird?     

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Cheers Piri and Jan, I enjoyed reading your comments and for some strange reason that song "Grandad." by Clive Dunn popped into my head.     

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I don't play much guitar nowadays due to what is going down with my shoulder's fingers and arms, About a month back I managed to put together this simple little song I wrote on YouTube called Rain Move On.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXRqXrga9yM

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One of my favourites from when I was a kid was when my Nan would get us laughing by saying, "how many million times have I told you kids not to exaggerate". When the laughter died down after some of her comic turns, she would say, "I love it when you all laugh your faces off."     

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Cheers Jan thank you for your feedback. Recently I have found myself using old fashion sayings more often when chatting with people such as "A stitch in time saves nine."     

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I don't know what the answer is I would like to see more people post on here. In my short time of being part of chordie I have been very thankful for the generosity of spirit of those on here who have helped me navigate music and storytelling through helping me with words and lyrics and their knowledge of music.

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Cheers Jim when I wrote that poem, I was metaphorically trying to put together my feelings about ageing and coming to accept the changes that come with it.  I find it hard as I get older to conceptualize what people mean when they talk about middle-aged, elderly aged. third age. This third age thing does that mean we have a first age and a second age if so, what makes a person fit into those categories? In my head I’m young but my body as it is now falling apart tells me different things. I guess like most people tell me youth is wasted on the young. I’m glad that you got my metaphoric way of expressing myself as I was worried that people would take my words literally or read them as the nonsensical ramblings of a mad man. I hope my words are something that people from all over the world can relate to.

Like you and Phill I would be interested to know how two of the legends of Chordie Bill and Russell are doing.     

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Cheers Piri there are times when we are all in-the passenger seat with a driver with whom we feel is out of control.
Please resend me the email you sent me as I didn't get it due to a problem at my end of emails not been received last week on my email that has now been fixed,

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This is a poem I wrote about Louie Armstrong singing the song Wonderful World on a car radio coming to my rescue.                             

            In A Car Learning To Swim

Siting in the passenger seat is not always a fun thing.

Listening to the music on the radio as my serious driver talks about morbid things.

I’ve been chasing all sorts of dreams for a long time.

And now I am wondering as an old man what is the right time.

Is it time to stop or be thankful with my lot.

Now that I forget more than I remember.

Does it matter if its April, May or September.

I use to look for a song.

To tell me about right or wrong.

To be positive about my dreams.

The old songs of my youth are starting to feel staid.

The new songs are all about been laid.

All so temporary.

Ships in the night with no guiding light.

Taking the warmth out of the sun shining bright.

Songs from before my time that I didn’t like in my youth.

Loved by my elders and wasted on my youth.

Fill me with the wisdom of old fashion truth.

Those of my generation who thoughts made a big splash.

Many I want now to throw in the trash.

Cross legged Gurus on mountain tops.

Ideas  and mantras don’t mean a lot.

The Frank Sinatra mantra of I did it my way.

I’m not sure or confident if that’s what made me okay.

Will children gain wisdom as they grow.

Will they learn much more than I'll never know.

As I’m about to get out of the car.

To head into a Chapel to say goodbye to another friend.

Satchmo comes on the radio and make’s me smile.

No longer out of my depth in modern murky water.

I have learnt how to swim.

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Mojo, that is a good song about a man getting shot because of his love for a woman.     

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Jim, reading your lyrics created an image in my head of a beautiful maiden born of the cosmos whose spirit and beauty appears to a warrior or a knight of old. There she is in all her beauty standing on a beach appearing to him in a dreamlike manner via nature. Like the wind he can feel her, but he can’t physically hold her in his arms. This beautiful astral dream woman, the love of his life. I could also see this as a song about a man on a beach, seeing in nature a love of his life who has passed on but her spirt haunts him. The sort of song that would be good in a movie.
Wonderful lyrical images you have created there Jim I look forward to hearing it as a song.

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Phill Williams wrote:

Great Post Pedr. I knew you were well read but Plato?

Cheers Piri, when Maree and I spent time in Greece staying with her family it hit me how Greek history and culture has had a significant impact on Western civilization. As a result of Maree and her father's influence on me it led me in to reading about some of the famous and influential philosophers from the ancient Greek world, including Plato.     

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Excellent thought-provoking piece of writing there Scott.

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Sitting in a quiet café today waiting for a friend to arrive made me feel strange or out of place.. It hit me the reason why I started feeling uncomfortable was because there wasn’t the sound of music or the noise of people voices telling stories. The Simon & Garfunkel song “Sound Of Silence”, entered my head and hearing in it in my imagination lifted my spirit. As we all know with all the dark clouds and stormy situations in the world through out time, some human and some in nature in the middle of it all a song can lift ones spirits. Storytelling and song is as old as human culture I guess. Many societies have long-established storytelling and song traditions. The deal with stories, and song performances thereof, function is to entertain as well as educate. Plato said, “Those who tell the stories rule society.” I would say that would also apply to song. So I would like to thank all the wonderful musicians, songwriters and storytellers on chordie who take the time to post their songs and poems for continuing that tradition. What I’m thinking is there must be people who read these posts on chordie who have never posted, that write and play songs.

So, if you're reading this and your one of those it would be great to see you become a presence on here. 

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Thank you, Jan, I'm pleased my words made some sense.  For this upcoming long weekend wishing you and everyone, on chordie a good Easter.     

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Cheers, Piri and Jim, I have this weird theory that most probably is boring to most people, that behind every simple event is a slightly bigger picture to write about. I think your right the thirst for likes that people want never quenches their thirst for acceptance. For those who have an Internet addiction, all computer use can feel essential. With the rise in online banking, bill paying with business and doctors doing more online it's getting harder to get away from the internet. The agenda to get everyone online is going to be unhealthy for the mental health of many in the long run, I think. Jim, I like and appreciate your suggestion and I will add your two words to the end of my poem.

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Thank you to Jim aka TIGLJK for the last two words of this poem.

Word Key

Life is a typewriter with different fonts and different response.

Absurd and humorous.

Right and wrong and numerous.

Word processors tongue and cheek.

Out of our beaks is it answers to life’s questions we seek.

Whispering meek.

Or just loud words flowing down a creek.

Is it something profound.

Or something to be drowned.

Does the right to express thought have to be brought.

Do we have to believe everything we’re taught.

It is a young child telling us they have been finking about fings.

Or an adult raving after drinking too many strong things.

Breaking hearts torn apart by a tongue and words delivered with no heart.

Berating debaters and narrators.

The captains that stand at our helm and overwhelm.

While those below decks stop our ships turning into wrecks.

Dancing fingers on keys lighting up computers is what most people get to see.

Gone is the feather, the quill and the ink.

Still doesn’t mean that we can’t think.

Too many theories make me tired and weary.

Are they Canneries in a mine or words that are a waste of time and dreary.

I will switch off the computer, go for a walk.

Just let nature and beauty fill my thought.

While the lady concentrating on her phone walks into me.

Jolted back into reality apologizing profusely.

With no harm done I wonder if she knows the words, she just said to me are from a bible psalm.

It's only another ten seconds walking away from me.

She’s worshipping her phone again looking for certainty and approval..