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
