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Scenes on Sunday ~ Free as a Bird

a bear, seeking freedom, the open air, and two tickets to adventure

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

on a day like today

he would blow his cares away

with the wind, the sun, and the sea

lost love’s journey’s ending

the heart’s darkest wilderness is not a place of this Earth

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I have journeyed far

through Xanadu, Samarkand, Shangri-la, and Elsinore

I traveled not for love alone

but to fulfill my quest, meet my fate, and free my soul

my heart torn apart by ardour

I wandered by the mountains of the moon’s raging river

in darkest passion’s burning fervour

I could take the pain and stand the rain as should warrior

a warrior proud, steadfast, alone forever

I wouldst take you far to Shangri-la, a land of never never

so join me, my princess most proud and fair

be my Lady, my Goddess, Queen of Camelot and Elsinore

to be together, as it ’twere long ago and before

lost love’s journey’s ending, together now and forevermore

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

darkness cannot drive out darkness

only the dawn’s early light can do that

chaos in love

true love finds an oasis of calm in the storm’s chaos

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and where there once was love

now there’s nothing left to say

go down to the water’s edge

cast dreams and prayers away

leave all the hurt and pain unsaid

I was bad, I was blind, I was unkind

all that’s left are memories to forgive

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

there are no rainbows over a black beach

when a man’s in love

a real man takes the time to learn how to love only one woman

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if he is in love

he will find a way

to forge their destiny

together, forever, always

under a soft summer moon

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

yin and yang

darkness and light

she’s calling on the telephone

how does she always know just when to call?

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she only calls when she’s lonely

she only calls when she needs me

and every time she calls she cries

she tells me her little love stories

then she tells me her bigger lies

she tells me how fine it could be

she just can’t look into my eyes

so, it’s time I said goodbye

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

she’s lonely again

it’s just her choice of men

she loved me for a day

the flowering of love never dies it’s time just passes

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twilight’s last whisper

dreaming of memories

loves lost times past

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

loves sweet sorrow lingers

as the night gathers

 

The Sea and The Sky

I must go down to the sea again
to the lonely sea and the sky

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

pour out your soul to the clouds

and wish for a fair wind

 

Writing

English, the finest and truest language ever known to mankind

Nobody can write a scene like Shakespeare, even though he couldn’t even spell his own name.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers

For he today that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother

I cannot write prose like Mark Twain, even though he was naught but a steam boat pilot.

Never allow someone else to be your priority

while allowing yourself to be their option

Few can stir the blood like a Tennyson or Coleridge.

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward

into the valley of death rode the six hundred

Or evoke love and passion in the way of a Keats or Shelly.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness

But I can write like me ~ direct, pithy, sanguine, and terse.

Haunting music of the wind, wave counterpointed, pink sky echoed

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

perhaps not the greatest writer

Fleming created an iconic character

ruined world

now is the long dark midnight of your soul’s despair

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and after lockdown

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it was so quiet in the ruins

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walking through this old town

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the dogs bark but no children play

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every child is kept safely locked away

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no bright shining voices to be heard today

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

and the freedom to walk

has been taken away

 

my heart writes

I’ve been listening, listening to the soft silences

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my heart writes while my brain watches in awe

I could be dreaming, hopelessly stranded in love

your love surrounds me with thoughts of the ocean

soft sand, the deserted beach, waves breathing gently

sunshine, the passage of time, tides, the moon and stars

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Life may bring a lot of things

just remember that you’re not alone

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