Monday, 14 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 101 OF 230

Poem 101 of 230:  JUST SUBSIST

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF G MAJOR:

D2 F#3 G2 F#3 G2 A3 G2 G3
D2 A3 A2 G3 F#2 G3 G2 G3
D2 B3 B2 A3 G2 A3 G2 G3
D2 A3 A2 G3 F#2 G3 G2 G3
D2 A3 A2 G3 F#2 G3 G2 G3 -
i.e., each last-line repeated)

At times when I’ve had time to take,
    I’ve thought of a plot by a lake.
The place would be of fertile ground,
    With native flora all around.

The plot’s dwelling would be basic -
    Well insulated, made of brick.
Plus, on this abode, there’d be built -
    Solar panels, kept at best tilt.

And, also tapping nature's hand,
    Sails turning atop a stand.
Orchard and vines, for fruit and shade;
    Plus, in thin beds, vegetables laid.

Up at dawn, to use all sunlight -
    Farm by day/play and sing at night.
A spouse with me I’d not resist -
    In retirement, we’d just subsist.

(C) David Franks 2003
Hear here - http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=28293 
Hampstead Heath, London; 16/5/2016

Epping Forest, London; 25/5/2015

Kew Gardens, London; 4/9/2016



























Sunday, 13 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 102 OF 230

Poem 102 of 230:  CONGESTION

The waxing view;
And the taboo:

Increasingly now, for congestion,
Leaders make this sort of suggestion -

Nationalisation,
    Standardisation,
Integration,
    Taxation,
Bike-on;

Bon...but (through dread of accusation -
    “They don’t care about our children” -
And of losing the next election)
    Most politicians never mention -
Promote a lower population.

I do care for the lives of children,
And think birth-control mends congestion -

Curb the birth queue
And influx, too.

(C) David Franks 2003

Saturday, 12 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 103 OF 230

Poem 103 of 230:  EQUAL AWARD-PAY

“Equal average-pay,”
    I heard her say.
But males, on average, are just as smart
    And physically stronger -
One can see it at sport;
    I’m sure she’s wrong there.

In clarification,
    I should add on
That any applying woman, best prepared
    For the tasks of work that lay,
Should win work, and receive
    Equal award-pay.

(C) David Franks 2003

Friday, 11 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 104 OF 230

Poem 104 of 230:  ALONG WITH THE INGENUITY

Let us not forget -
    If we should visit
The world’s grand buildings,
    Such as those for kings -
The underlying
    Human suffering,
And inequity,
    Of facades we see.

(C) David Franks 2003

Thursday, 10 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 105 OF 230

Poem 105 of 230:  GLOBAL REGULATIONISM

No income-scale would be unjust -
    It’s a matter of degree;
And, to have less inequality,
    Regulations are a must.

For, in Millennium’s status quo,
    The pay-gaps for human work,
And what’s obtained simply as a perk,
    Are wrong - inhumanely so.

(C) David Franks 2003

British Museum, London, October 2016

British Museum, October 2016

British Museum, October 2016

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 106 OF 230

Poem 106 of 230:  TESTING 4,3,2,1

I’ve tried to learn to sing a song
Well enough to let a singer
Know the way I found to sing
My lyric-only songs.

That is, just in case a singer
Was in want of a way to sing
These lyric-only songs.

But I’m sorry there’s no notes with the songs,
And hope they’re okay said, if not sung -

As love songs.

(P.S:  notating, via mimicking, my tunes came late,
But they were all in shorthand by 2008 -
With rhythm added, via numbers, to the symbol-scene
Several years later in 2015.)

(C) David Franks 2003

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 107 OF 230

Poem 107 of 230:  ON HONEYMOON!

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF D MAJOR:

F#2 E2 A1 A1 A1 A2 G2
G1 A3 B1 B3 A1 A3
F#2 G2 A3 B1 B1 B2
B2 C#’3 B1-A3 A1 A3

A2 C#’2 C#’2 C#’2 C#’2 B3 A1 B3 A2
A2 B2 B2 B2 A3 B1 A3
A1 A1 C#’2 C#’2 C#’2 C#’2 B3 A1 B3 A2
A2 B2 B2 B2 A3 B1 A3)

‘Twas a Saturday morning,
And our weekend was free,
When this great idea
Just came through to me:

“If he’ll be my macho tomorrow,
I’ll be his muse for today;
Yeah, if he’ll be my macho tomorrow,
I’ll be his muse for today.”

I turned over to him -
He was drowsy and meek -
And, with some trepidation,
I decided to speak:

“Will you be my macho tomorrow,
If I’ll be your muse for today?
Yeah, will you be my macho tomorrow,
If I’ll be your muse for today?”

I moved closer to him -
He was starting to peak -
And, with some hesitation,
He decided to speak:

“Yes, I’ll be your macho tomorrow,
If you’ll be my muse for today;
Yeah, I’ll be your macho tomorrow,
If you’ll be my muse for today.”

So I rubbed him, with oils,
From his top to his toe,
Before topping his bath,
Which sure did make him go.

I relaxed him with tea
While I dried his torso,
Then aroused him again
With a lingerie show.

It was nearly midnight
When I said to him sweet:
“Can I give you one more?”
He said, “No, I’m deadbeat.”

Then he turned over to me -
I was drowsy and meek -
And, with a smile on his face,
He continued to speak:

“But I’ll be your macho tomorrow,
‘Cause you’ve been my muse for today;
Yeah, I’ll be your macho tomorrow,
‘Cause you’ve been my muse for today.”

(C) David Franks 2003
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Monday, 7 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 108 OF 230

Poem 108 of 230:  YOUR SALT UPON MY LIPS

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF D MAJOR:

F#2 G3 A1 A3 B1 B2 C#’2 C#’3 A2
A2 C#’3 C#’1 C#’3 B2 A2 B3 A2
A2 C#’3 C#’1 C#’3 B2 A2 B2 C#’3 A2
A2 C#’3 C#’1 C#’3 B2 A2 A2 B2 C#’3 A2

A1 B1 B3 C#’2 C#’3 B1 A1 B3 A2
B1 B3 C#’2 C#’3 B1 A1 B3 A2
B3 C#’2 C#’2 C#’2 C#’2 B2 A2 B2 C#’3 A2
A1 C#’1 C#’1 C#’3 B1 A1 B3 A2
B1 B3 C#’2 C#’2 C#’3 B1 A1 B3 A2)

I saw the tears escape your eyelids,
I felt the stinging on your cheeks,
I knew the blur within your vision,
I heard you cry and I smelt the water.

And I want your salt upon my lips -
Uh-huh, your salt upon my lips;
Yeah, I want to be with you in private,
And kiss your salt onto my lips -
Uh-huh, taste your salt upon my lips.

I saw you come out of the ocean,
I felt the sun shine on your skin,
I knew the tingle through your torso,
I heard the surf and I smelt the water.

And...

I saw the sweat break from your body,
I felt the heat build in your cheeks,
I knew the beating of your big heart,
I heard you sigh and I smelt the water.

And...

(C) David Franks 2003
Hear here - http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=27983

Sunday, 6 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 109 OF 230

Poem 109 of 230:  WE GO TOGETHER

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF C MAJORY:

C2 E2 G2 E3 C2 E2 G2 E3
E2 G2 E2 E2 E3
C2 E2 G2 E3 C2 E2 G2 E3
E2 G2 E2 E2 E3
C2 E2 G2 E3 C2 E2 G2 E3
E2 G2 E2 E2 E3

G2 A2 B2 B2 A2 G2 A2 G2
B2 A2 G2 A2 G2
C2 A2 B2 B3 C2 A2 B2 B3
C2 A2 B2 B3 C2 A2 B2 B3
B2 A2 G2 A2 G2
B3 B2 A2 G2 A2 G3)

Does a mortar need a pestle?
    A curry a grind?
Does a monsieur need a madame?
    An ooh need two la’s?
Does a work-bee need some pollen?
    And flowers a bee?

Yes, Honey, we go together;
We go together...
Like scones and tea just after three,
Or cheese and wine at dinnertime,
We go together;
Yeah, we go together.

Does a mortise need a tenon?
    A cue need a glaze?
Does an hombre need a mujer?
    A tango take two?
Does a taproot need some wet earth?
    And flowers a buzz?

Yes...

Does a fortune mean a soul-mate?
    And love extreme care?
Does a body need a shelter?
    A finger a ring?
Does a sloth-bear need a hide-out?
    And bees a beehive?

Yes...

(C) David Franks 2003
Hear here - http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=27837

Saturday, 5 February 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 110 OF 230

part three
WALKABOUT LANCASHIRE
(travels)

Poem 110 of 230:  MORE PICTURES

Photographs and, more so, painted-
    Pictures of people and places,
For ends, involve in some cases
    Adjustment of what was gathered.

With restrained poetic licence
    (To make rhyme and metre with sense),
All matters related here -
    Including songs that appear -
Did happen to me, no fear.

(C) David Franks 2003

Photographs of English painted-pictures at
Manchester Art Gallery 2017...