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Stephen Pickering

Month: April 2013

  • Sonnet #11

    We have eternal ‘monicas that sing.
    An icy cloud is growing over the South.
    Out of the woods the Sun creates a ring
    Though which the river dances in its mouth.

    We’ve rowed this dream one hundred times before.
    We’re made of the same blood that’s in the stars.
    What does it take to sail through the gold door
    Back to a life that always has been ours?

    The pink clouds are the signal you sent up.
    There’s something missing from this story line.
    There must be something in that holy cup.
    The same as Gilgamesh’s sacred vine.

    We dive below that sea on every night
    That Tristan oneday sees her sail is white.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

  • Chords and Lyrics for Simple Pleasure by Josh Rouse

    Simple Pleasure
    (By Josh Rouse)

    Here’s a link to a downloadable .pdf of the Lead Sheet: SimplePleasureLeadSheet.pdf

    G                             D
    It’s right here in my face,
    A                            D
    but I turn the other way.
    Cmaj7/G                 D
    The end is drawing near,
    G                                  D
    And we live in a state of fear.
    /           Bm       A        G
    Under-neath Ari-zona skies,
    /        Bm            A         G
    I pre-tend not to see her cry.
    Em                                G
    In a whisper soft and low she says:
    Dmaj7
    Simple pleasure that is really
    Gmaj7
    all I want.
    /                        Em
    When you come round, when you
    come round, when you come round,
    /        Gmaj7
    I want more.
    Dmaj7
    Simple Pleasure that is really
    Gmaj7
    all I need.
    /                        Em
    Won’t you come home,
    won’t you come home,
    won’t you come home
    Gmaj7
    with me?    		 G                           D
    You’re fading out a-gain.
    A                          D
    So I take it on the chin.
    Cmaj7/G          D
    Help me find a way
    G                                   D
    To make it through each day.
    /           Bm        A       G
    Under-neath Ari-zona skies,
    /         Bm           A          G
    I pre-tend not to see her cry.
    /      Em
    In a whisper soft and low she says:

    Repeat Chorus.

    Won’t you come home with…
    D D/A G
    (Solo over the above chords.)

    /           Bm        A       G
    Under-neath Ari-zona skies,
    Bm            A         G
    I pre-tend not to see her cry.
    /               Em
    And we’re tryin’ not to live for,
    G
    tryin’ not to live for now…

    Repeat Chorus.

    Em
    Won’t you come with me.
    G
    Won’t you come home with me
    D
    Won’t you come home with me.

    End.

  • Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter

    Those Canadien snow geese are the soul
    The azaleas in the Spring
    They have nowhere to go
    But one can hear them sing.

    That was a little poetical fragment that came to me on a walk just now, in the gorgeous springtime air, of course a little Starbucks influenced as well as the air, water, Sun, geese, birds singing. Maybe I’ll make it into a longer piece, or maybe I’ll just leave it as it is. Feels honest. Anyway, below is my latest “Sonnet” installment

    Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter

    We can not face ourselves.
    There has to be a way.
    We’re grasping for the trails
    Of fairies on the lake.

    I wanted you to know
    We’re oxygen that see
    A blanket in the snow
    Of flying wild white geese.

    We have too many things.
    Sight blinded by two eyes.
    The trails go out in rings
    Soul’s wings that spray the skies.

    When we accept this ride
    Then Isis is our bride.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

  • Sonnet #8 in Iambic Tetrameter – A White Hart

    What do we find ourselves inside?
    The Roman army’s moving north.
    A sacrifice the snake won’t die.
    The oblations smoke is rising fourth.

    Wish you could fall in love with me.
    The sacrament’s the gateless gate.
    I could turn you back from a stream
    Fulfilling or escaping fate.

    The Garden’s walls are Persian blue
    Aladdin’s castle’s Spanish bound.
    It all comes down to me or you
    If secrets hid are ever found.

    Our Jinn fall down a Roman well.
    The white hart runs without a trail.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

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  • Sonnet #7 in Iambic Tetrameter – “Blue Mountain”

    I think I’ve figured out a way
    To flower dreams and rain down stars,
    To step on through the cameras frame
    Back to a life that’s always ours.

    I think I’m bathing here in rain.
    On this blue mountains’ lifesong slope.
    Eternal, never ending train,
    You feather birds and lift our hope.

    I write today you underground.
    You’ll always hear my whistle song.
    This sea of Neptune will be found
    Through ocean blue and London fog.

    I’ve swum this sea that floods the past.
    A fish for which Apollo cast.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

     

  • Sonnet #6 in Iambic Tetrameter

    I don’t know why I turned away.
    I come to Athens to be born.
    The angel of goodbye will play
    Through even Aristotle’s horn.

    I will appear up from the sea.
    I am again borne by the tides.
    Will she agree to marry me?
    I like her wild, surprised green eyes.

    In soaking water I’ll be found.
    My river loves the water blue.
    I drink this love in which I drown
    Forever swimming here with you.

    We surface and what do we find?
    That fairy hills are back alive.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

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    (04-18-13 I edited this today and changed some things. Threw out the original last stanza and closing two lines. They are here below. I’m gonna keep them around here on the blog post. If I ever make it into a musical song, I’ll need another stanza, and maybe another refrain.)

    You are the burning flame that rose
    But we can only feel the nail.
    When spring azaleas colors explode,
    Your spirit opens the sacred trail.

    I need to be outside with you.
    You’re soaked with Sun and morning dew.