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Old world wisdom, new world insight – poems, poetry, philosophy, dreams, commentary, ideas


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remember, only you remember

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

…remember only you remember…
together in places
we left traces of when we last spoke

about make-believe races
purported cases
of out of sync paces

then the laces fall
and if now we talk at all

your memory of loving me fades away
until the day

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Tom Petty – RIP

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

In an ironic twist of life and death, we will soon celebrate the birthday of Thomas Earl Petty, AKA Tom Petty, the  American rock musician, singer-songwriter, producer and music icon.  He was born in Gainesville, Florida, on October 20, 1950.

As the lead singer of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers in his early career, he went on to co-found the 1980s supergroup “The Traveling Wilburys” with George Harrison (formerly of The Beatles) which also included Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, and Jeff Lynne (formerly of Electric Light Orchestra).

His recent death on October 2, 2017,  came too soon for our current generation of youth and 20-somethings who are woefully musically clueless by being exposed to the overpoliticized genre that is the self-aggrandizing rhythmic expression performed as Rap. Add to that the Electronic Pop swill from LA and NYC “record” production companies which foist repetitive and mindless phrases posing as anthems into the distribution stream to hawk oversexualized personas that will never pass as teen role models no matter how little they “donate to show you care” –  when everyone is looking. But, I digress. Suffice to say that music as an art form has gone DOWN a peg with his unexpected passing.

If you grew up with rock music and appreciated what it was to sing about America and the American dream, or even if you only just learned about his melodies, or were ever fortunate enough to see him in concert, you may appreciate the following  song from the Heartbreaker’s golden years.  It was at the dawning of cable TV and MTV and CCTV and mobile phones. 

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Know the words – Part Three

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Here is the continuation of The Chaos by poet Gerard Nolst Trenité, AKA, Charivarius.

Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, and chair,
senator, spectator, mayor,
ivy, privy, famous, clamor
and enamor rhyme with hammer.

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VERSE: That last step

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard, February 2015

Chasing the rabbit he runs, then he stops.
I stutter and side-step, I pounce but he hops.
No matter the meadow or valley or plain,
the rabbit escapes and goes home again.

Time is that bunny who gives me the eye.
Isn’t it funny when your heart tells a lie?
“You’re gonna make it boy, just give it your all.”
By noon I am only half way down the hall.

I’m running toward you, open arms, anticipating every smile
Nobody knows how long I’ve loved you
Eventually the days will tell

You said before and now say again, ‘This might take us a while.’
Forever’s a long time to be blue.
and clarity’s a living hell.

Each one of us see’s tomorrow, then puts it in a future file.
Always checking for a false or true:
– Sign
– Explosion
– Spectacular swell

“Tomorrow,” some say, “is better for me. Better not cramp my style”
Got no reason. No, not into you.
I stuttered, side-stepped, pounced, then fell.

The last step for me is fooling myself.
Each morning ray of light consumes me
I dream then awaken and hope I am making
the last step for you but I’m fooling myself.

Chasing the rabbit he stops, then he runs.
I stutter and side-step, he pounces, lunges.
No matter the meadow or valley or plain,
the rabbit escapes and goes home again.

Time is that bunny who leaves me to sigh.
Isn’t it funny when your heart says goodbye?
“You’re gonna make it boy, just give it your all.”
By twilight’s end I am in a full crawl.

I’m living in winter
with my mind in the spring
One look and this heart begins to sing
My hopes could never take the place of you.

I’m running toward you, open arms, anticipating every smile
Nobody knows how long I’ve loved you
Eventually the days will tell

The last step for me: coming off the shelf.
Each morning ray of light consumes me
I dream then awaken and hope I am making that last step for you.
Am I fooling myself?

Copyright © 1960-2015 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved.


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VERSE: I thought you were dead

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard – October, 2014

I heard on the news that there was a car crash.
Bank robbers in daylight who stole a big stash
the policemen charged but there was a backlash.
I thought you were dead.

The phone call startled with a loud interrupt.
An official was sorry for being abrupt.
The details caused my head to erupt.
Because I thought you were dead.

No one is safe from these trying times.
nobody can move on alone.
One day you wake up and notice the signs
Looking for you but you’re gone

The Hospital clerk said I had to pay cash
A nurse said the shock would leave me in a flash
The orderly waited then pulled back a sash
I thought you were dead

I saw beautiful eyes in a surprised disrupt
And two ruddy cheeks that were long since bankrupt
A yesterday causing your smile to corrupt
Because I thought you were dead

No one is safe from these trying times.
nobody can move all alone.
One day you wake up and notice the signs
that look for you but you’re gone

Next time I see you we’ll throw a big bash
No matter if urns collect all of the ash
And      afterwards      we’ll      have      still one thing to hash
Because I                   thought you were dead

No one is safe from these trying times.
nobody can move off alone.
One day you wake up and notice the signs
that look for you but you are gone

No ID for friends underdeveloped
No common sense and never wallopped
My heart cannot take another hiccup
Don’t make me re-think you are dead.

 


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VERSE: First One Out The door

By Lawrence J. J. Leonard, April 2015

It’s windy. Its raining.
I’m tired of complaining.
The longer that you call for me the more that I break up.
Commotion. Emotion.
The thrill of our devotion.
No matter how the punches fly, I still drink from your cup.

It doesn’t really matter if the disciple says it’s time.
The softly spoken magic spell never reaches the sublime.
Whatever song within our hearts can make it to our lips,
That’s the melody we sing, ever in its grip.

It’s freezing. It’s frightening.
Each day a bolt of lightning.
Climbing to the top will only give a better view.
No coaching, cajoling,
no ever present scolding
can stop my dedication to the heart of hearts in you.

Pay no attention to the headlines touting fear and pain and crime.
I come to you with speed and you never have to spend a dime.
Whatever song within my heart can make it to my lips,
That’s the melody I sing, when the time comes.

No one can feel the pull of tomorrow the way that we do.
Nobody can save us because we are brave .

Compelling. Retelling.
I say it in my dwelling.
Defending every move to make it back to you.

Rejoicing, am voicing
these words to encourage you.
Keep pressing on and pushing.
The only illusion is resting.

Copyright © 1960-2015 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved.