poetry in hands

poetry in hands

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Drummer

Never tell a drummer that he's out of time

Metric Modulations and Polyrhythms
A drummer for many a year
Changes in metre I hear them
But my feet and my wrists can't I fear
I still feel the rhythm flow through me
Though my body won’t dance to the beat
Heart pumping faster
Breathing much harder
To master being on the drum seat

As we get older
We have to get over
The things we can no longer do

Even now they tell me
'You should play again'
'Must play again'
'Tell us that's what you will do'
But lo and behold
I'm more rocket and rolls
Than rock and roll, now
Sad but true!

Mike O’Leary September 2011

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Freedom


Freedom

Free to choose, I choose to care
Free to lose, my losses bear
Free to care, I care for free
Free to gain from giving freely

Freedom from, freedom to
Licence will what freedom won't
Licence says, do what you will
Freedom says you can, but don’t!

Free to starve, free to freeze
Got no money, free to sneeze
Free to live a life unhindered
 Food or heating, fires untindered

Free to live on dreams and hopes
Free to struggle, not to cope
Free to think ‘It could be me’
Can’t buy a ticket for 50p

Free to work, free to play
Free to do what others say
Free to vote, x to win
Cameron, Cowell, factor in

Free to smile, free to frown
Free to be up, free to be down
Free to want to see some justice
Free some day, free markets busted

Free to dance, free to move
Freedom song, freedom groove
Free to listen, free to voice
Is everything just a matter of choice?


                                                       Mike O'Leary November 2011