 LIGHT FANTASTIC © Copyright 2018-2020. Lyric & Music by John Hessburg. All Rights Reserved. You are the fountain of all burning stars You sift the galaxies like sand And when a comet carves the night It's just a comma In your luminous command. You are the keeper of the wind and storm You breathe the seasons in and out And when your lightning flares along From west to east I feel a song Inside me rise and shout. CHORUS: Hey Lo’, Love your Light Fantastic Mmm, gonna run with you all morning And through the long night I crave your colors Until your New Day shines. You shape the valleys and the mountain walls Your summits pierce the alpenglow I'm never more alive than when I dig my doubtless fingers in Your shining sides of rock and snow. You are the painter of the western sky You splash your seas with living fire And when another day is done I sing your names into the sun Heart climbin’ like a choir. Hey Lo’, Love your Light Fantastic Mmm, gonna stride with you all afternoon And through the long night I crave your colors Until your New Day shines. You say to let the children laugh and play You gather all their mothers’ sighs So it’s no mystery it seems How every lover’s living dreams -- Your spark gleams in their eyes. That spark rejuvenates and crowns with flame The poets, painters, singing souls, And newlyweds all lost in space Rapt in wholly flushed embrace That’s how your Spirit rolls. Hey Lo’, Love your Light Fantastic Mmm, gonna rest with you as evening falls And through the long night I praise your power Until your New Day shines. ( Sung slowly, a capella, sotto voce… ) You are the keeper of the wind & storm You breathe the seasons in and out...  Our warm thanks, once again, to the talented team at Pixabay for these images of alpine & island Light. Top photo of ice climber by Felix Broennimann, Germany. Beachside palms by "Mustang Joe," Canada. Curacao sunset by David Mark of Alcoa, TN. Hats off all 3 photogs for securing their "Decisive Moment."  Seigneur de tous, nous aimons ta Lumière ... aujourd'hui, demain et pour toujours.
Herr von allem, wir lieben dein Licht... heute, morgen und für immer. Señor de todos, nos encanta su Luz... hoy, mañana y siempre. Senhor de toda a gente, nós amamos sua Luz... hoje, amanhã e sempre. Signore di tutti, noi amiamo la tua luce ... oggi, domani e sempre. Bwana wa wote, tunampenda Nuru yako - leo, kesho na milele. יהוה כל, אנו אוהבים את אור היום, ... מחר לנצח. Κύριε όλων, αγαπάμε το Φως σου ... σήμερα, αύριο και για πάντα. Tuhan, kita mengasihi Lampu anda ... hari ini, besok dan selama-lamanya. 우리는 모두 주님, 당신의 빛을 사랑...오늘, 내일 그리고 영원히. Chúa tể của tất cả chúng ta yêu, ánh sáng hôm nay, ngày mai... và mãi mãi. सभी का भगवान, हम आपके प्रकाश से प्यार करते हैं ... आज, कल और हमेशा के लिए। Наш Бог на небесах, мы любим ваш теплый свет, сегодня и навсегда. 所有的上帝，我们爱你的光芒......今天，明天，永远。
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 LIVING the SCREAM By Geoffrey Garwick Felicitations to Edvard Munch, Norwegian painter, for building wealth, fame and his beloved estates of Ekely and Ramme; and for being banned as “degenerate” by the Nazis – who tried to imply at his funeral that he approved of them. On the jeer-stained bridge to no day, Mouthing off, swallowing the possibly Krakatoa light over Oslo’s Ekeberg Hill, Where slaughterhouse hugs his sister’s bedlam; Bugged by cardboard, technicolor munchkins, Extracting death’s cowardly canines, Dance around its fallen hovel. Rinsing fragments of mint-flavored grit, Chewing on it. Chewing on it. Eschewing wit, but still they bit. They munch and munch and munch. On porous death’s raggedy corpse -- Inwards spilling out, Moebius warps, Love, beauty, guffaws, music -- joys apprenticed, Rot’s root canal is drilled by dwarf dentists. Charon’s toothless boss leaps off the Golden Gate, (Or maybe Brooklyn’s Bridge?) as we nip, nip, nibble. Flossing Tartarus from that shock-brained wail, Our every breath robs Cerberus’ kibble, Scratching time’s heads, folks quip, quip, quibble. Little digits plying choirs of pliers... Though the children died, each descant they sang Pried painfully out -- one more deathly fang -- Forgetting the Lidocaine, playfully, Then we the billions of merciless hygienists Swarm over fey fate in a Dada gang. The Peanut Gallery swarms the scyther’s soul, What time is it now kids? yells groaning Sheol, The frozen life: poppy, absinthe, syphilis, Grow into chitin for Ramme's chrysalis. His lover Tulla’s bullet gives the finger -- Middle, nitrous, tricking death to linger. Pain tempts us all to jumped conclusions… Yet when tots yell back, death reaps contusions. © All 4 Poems Copyright Geoffrey Byron Garwick. All Rights Reserved. © Photo of the iconic painting "The Scream" by Edvard Munch, provided courtesy of Pixabay. SURFACE TENSION Sleek pebble stands As pond hurtles Past it. Ripples leave The crash slyly. RICE RAIN Throwing a hefty Seventeen syllables May grunt like a Sumo match. AUTUMN TANGENT First snow gem Glides shyly to my skin -- This glancing flutter may become Warming rain or drift-sculpting blizzard. Either way, Sistinely, the touch has been made. So, if a hexagon shard melts on finger or arm, Then close-reflected in the air-borne mirrors, Eve-Adam grazes Lilith-God and Life, oncoming winter and all, Is, first of all, a flesh wound. While the partners may be Enchapeled in frost-fused crystal For a newly risen sparkling, Interlacing thaw drip and ice, From confusions of finger-thin branches This mighty now, this flimsy might, Traces languid channels on my hide. © All 4 Poems Copyright Geoffrey Byron Garwick. All Rights Reserved. Cruised into work one morning and out of the blue found this zinger of a poem, "Bad Influence Girl," by Janet Rogerson, posted on social media. Set aside all morning e-mails, relishing her wild new poems. Faux-twerking the Mardis Gras in New Orleans, this bit of satire was propelled to life by the sass and sauce of Janet's 1st stanza. Look her up on Google+, amigos. She's a happy hurricane slicing up the doldrums...
A bad influence girl is sampling a department store. She takes my hand, leads me into traffic just as it starts to breathe again. She runs, pulling me through five lanes throwing her head back laughing like she’s just turned sausages to gold and is wearing a string of them around her neck..... _________________________________________________________________ FAT TUESDAY SONG (for Mardis Gras) Just what the planet needs right now... The free world sorely needs -- Legions more -- Bad Influence Girls And dancing global warming feeds... Hot trance, a hive of hand-swept curls No blushes on their knees, the girls stand Tall, tossing gilded sausage garlands Off imperial balconies to boot The carnal cool parade, Le Carnaval de Joie That presses past, a steady grinding Tide like sheep and goats in a stockyard chute, Sleepy-eyed and grinning, neatly Groomed for the abattoir. One dire "Badder the Better" clone Girl perched above, furls her tie-died T shirt high, Serene and zaftig, swept off in some Samba zone She flings with blase' joy more jewelry of meat, Flesh trapped and shredded from this world, Headed for the next. (Now pause, repeat.) Semi-precious? Rare as Mardis Gras beads, New necklaces of afterbirth about To be reborn as pearls are Raining down to meet the needs Of blank-eyed shuffling reveler boys And girls embracing the longish Night... Oh here they come, inurred to joys, Yo Mama here they come Unblessed and numb, insentient to Light. © Copyright 2016-2020, John Hessburg / The Diction Aerie. All rights reserved. © "Bad Influence Girl" 1st verse / Copyright Janet Rogerson. © Copyright Geoffrey Byron Garwick. All Rights Reserved.
My God, there are a lot of ways To carve into a person. In the locker room you see them -- Hacked, whittled, head-to-toe, Back to front, sewn left, middle, right. The remnants some seamster joined Glisten with shower, sweat, tears. Recall that these ridged meat fabrics Are the ones surviving. The Impersonal Trainer squints, Stitching these outward signs Into pieces of motley quilts: Puce, onyx, pink designs. Time not only will erode us, It slices and dices Like the flying fingers, And heavenly droning patter of those State Fair barkers Who whiz their miracle knives for the crowd's delight, Dissecting bushels of veggies. The randomly knit logic of Flashing blades and hapless flesh Flays carrots into edible sticks And helpless skin to herringbone. Incising the athletic Y From stem to sternum, From delts to pecs to abs, For final workouts and glimpsing All that intimate embroidery. We run our laps. We toga drape our towels. We lift our weight. We limp under glass-dark rowels. Life maps our skin; We laugh, shrug, cry our howls. © Copyright Geoffrey Byron Garwick. All Rights Reserved.
What is the price of winter – All those summers dead and gone? Half the buffet sits emptied, The still sunlight’s gold, but wan. No warmth left to be mirrored In the ice-wrinkled lies of dawn. Then, just when I’m a loyal thrall of gloom, Some damned, scarlet-blurting cardinal Wings to punctuate the tree-streaked blank of sky. Or a six-yeared granddaughter whirls past, Doing a roundoff with – count them – One, two, back handsprings. Where’s the consistency of theme or mood? I want a refund, or, at least a recount. Better yet – more thyme on my cold curry.  Nerve center of fine arts & dialectics in Dinkytown USA -- WayneBo's pad for 14 years -- The Alamo. The 'Mo was a near-legend in Southeast Minneapolis during the 1980s & 1990s -- Dinkytown's revered House of Chill Repute. © Copyright 2015-2020, Lyric & Music by John Hessburg. All Rights Reserved.
WAYNEBO the RAINBOW BOY Some souls are like rainbows, they last just a while You never know where they start They arrive on a breeze & depart when they please But they always gladden your heart. Ain’t easy growin’ old in a culture this cold Folks are so mobile & fast Wayne filled his cup only half growing up He made the innocence last. (CHORUS) Oh WayneBo the Rainbow WayneBo the Rainbow WayneBo the Rainbow Boy He was clever & curious, a little mysterious His pot o' gold was a wry kinda free-flyin’ joy WayneBo the Rainbow Boy. When WayneBo was young his spirit was stung By forces & faces he never could share His heart grew wary & he never did marry That loyal cat Gusto was his only heir. For 50 odd years he danced with his fears Toy action figures were satires of Self No need to sulk while Godzilla & Hulk Delighted our boy from their shelf. (CHORUS) His hair was unkempt, his aroma fresh hemp His jeans they were Holier Than Thou He was Mad Hatter sweet from his smile to his feet Maestro of the Here & Now. Wayne's luminous brain never let him grow vain No time for drama, no braggin’, no bling A grin lit his face when he said he got grace From “TV Church” Sundays -- watching wrestling ! (CHORUS) In his warehouse called “Spectrum,” no boss to correct him Years with no windows, his work was his toy Comic books galore, in piles on the floor A New Never-Land for an Eternal Boy. Ah remember when, back at Ol’ Seven-Ten And a house that we called Alamo Those late-night bull sessions, we partied like Hessians And life had a carnival glow. (CHORUS) ( Slow a capella, tempo rubato chant… ) Some souls are like rainbows, they last just a while You never know where they start They arrive on a breeze & depart when they please But they always gladden your heart. © Copyright 2015 - 2020 / Lyric & Music by John Hessburg. All Rights Reserved.
Life aint nothin' but bones 'n souls And joy is just a riddle Me, I wanna spray-paint a Strad violin To look like a cow-punk fiddle. TV shows me a million grins And every bloody one is bland I'll trade you seven deadly sins For one lyric that gets banned... CHORUS: There's just so little time to live But so much time to kill So help me God I'm ready I need a brand new thrill. Fame & fortune intoxicate you But oh that glory fades Me, I'd rather park at a red-line curb And dodge the meter maids. I know a man who wheels & deals Pushing to be nouveau riche Me, I walk a Doberman to the zoo Just to let go of the leash... CHORUS: There's just so little time to live But so much time to kill So help me God I'm ready I need a brand new thrill Some guys are looking for Princess Grace Some for the devil's daughter Some like to set their skin on fire Diving into winter water. Some folks love to ski off cliffs Some are jumpin' out of planes Me, I like to drive about 45 In the left-hand freeway lanes... CHORUS: There's just so little time to live But so much time to kill So help me God I'm ready I need a brand new Need a brand new thrill. © Copyright 2015 - 2020 / Lyric & Music by John Hessburg. All Rights Reserved. I said I know a place Of solitary grace & pleasure We climbed a narrow trail I promised to unveil a treasure When you saw the high cliff And the ivory water falling You were like a child with eyes aglow Catch the river spirit Can you hear it calling? CHORUS: Ah your step & swirl Little dancing girl I love to see you curl & sway Trace a pirouette Maybe I'll forget That all this world is only wind & clay Forever River dance away. The falls & silver pool A moment of renewal was ours We swam into the spray Washed the world away... soul showers When the clouds divided And a sudden sunlight touched you I could see a fire you held inside Pretty city daughter Taste the wild water... CHORUS: Ah your step & swirl Little dancing girl I love to see you curl & sway Trace a pirouette Maybe I'll forget That all this world is only wind & clay Forever River dance away. Ah your step & swirl Little dancing girl I love to see you curl & sway... INACCESSIBLE BLUE
© Copyright 2015 - 2020 / Lyric & Music by John Hessburg. All Rights Reserved. Sky high I need to fly into your pale embrace Deeper than life you are the womb Sky high So faraway in perfect emptiness Say, do you really have the room For a traveler such as me Who is resting on destiny And living it up for a song About laughing at gloom CHORUS: Love teacher how I bless you I reach but can't caress you You're so Inaccessible Blue Sky high Your little finger stirs the galaxies So won't you lend me a hand Sky high I'll run my fingers through your soft celeste Then maybe I will understand Why you planted this longing so deep That I'm calling for you in my sleep But you never will show me your face In this place where I stand CHORUS: Love teacher how I bless you I reach but can't caress you You're so Inaccessible Blue Sky high I feel your warm breath flowing down on me Deeper than love you draw me near Sky high If I could glide into your quiet heart You'd roll away a world of fear Oh I wait for you every night Then I praise each day's new light You're a dawning, a promise Of everything bright & clear CHORUS: Love teacher how I bless you I reach but can't caress you You're so Inaccessible You're so Inaccessible You're so Inaccess... Sybil, Sybil, Sybil, Sybil...Blue… © Copyright Lyric & Music by John Hessburg. All Rights Reserved. |
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