Haiku From behind the clouds A new dawn and a new day Giving hope to all Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Senryu Walking lonely streets Thinking of you always Wondering what’s next Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Senryu Don’t let your fear win Be brave and find confidence Today you have this Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
I hope this post finds you safe and well in these troubled times. It is Wednesday and times for a little levity so I offer you this and hope it will bring a smile to your face.
Have a great Wednesday!
In response to Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday
Haiku The sun still rises Even on the worst of days A new beginning Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Senryu A new page to turn The start of the next chapter Realizing dreams Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
My blood is your blood Our tears flow together in shared pain Toiling together our skin colors blend in earth shades from our different birthplaces My brother anger rises inside me for I bear witness to the last breath as your life slips away Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © In memory of George Floyd May 25, 2020 Linda from Charmed Chaos is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with the word Slip. A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title.
Senryu Confused with my thoughts Wondering what to do next I seek help within Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Like you I have struggled to find the words to respond to the horror of the murder of George Floyd before my very eyes. A man who allegedly tried to pass a counterfeit $20 bill was immediately regarded as a thief and killed without a trial or a chance to plead his case. Was he a threat to society? Did the police treat him this way for our own good? Absolutely not.
The irony of this story is he was killed by the knee of a policeman. If you remember it was just a few short years ago that quarterback Colin Kaepernick knelt during the national anthem in silent protest to the unjustified police killings of African Americans. His action was quickly adopted by many players in the NFL and every Sunday we saw them all taking a knee prior to the game. Kaepernick was promptly fired by the San Francisco 49ers and was ostracized by other teams who regarded him as an unpatriotic troublemaker and he never played in the NFL again. His career was ruined for protesting and highlighting that Black Lives Matter. Instead of acknowledging what he was protesting, his critics were deeply offended by his disregard for the flag and thought that was more egregious. “Taking a Knee” as it was referred to quickly picked up steam and it was adopted by many sports personalities. They became targets of Trump and were treated despicably.
Now a policemen has used his own knee to publicly take the life of an African American. Where is the justice?
Today I am ashamed of America.
Taking a Knee
We watched as the horror unfolded He lay helpless on the ground Hands behind back Cuffs binding wrists Immobile Yet a knee on the neck Unnecessary Arrogance and power pressing down hard Choking life from his body Oh the irony of the knee! Silent Sunday protests Peacefully and respectfully objecting to police brutality Taking a knee Only to be Criticized Deviled Ostracized Unemployed and threatened with silent warnings You take a knee and our knee will Take the breath from your body ... and they did Racism lives on in the USA Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Rest In Peace George Floyd, you will never be forgotten and your death will not be in vain. #blacklivesmatter Prompts RDP - For our good FOWC - Thief
This week I was stumped to find something to fit the prompts for Song Lyric Sunday, hosted by Jim Adams. They are Cinnamon, Mint, Parsley, Pepper, Rosemary, Sage, Salt and Thyme. You know the most obvious song will be Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel and everyone will either choose it or avoid it like me! So what is left? Well I found a few but nothing that particularly excited me. So I am going with one that I couldn’t get out of my head because of its reference to “a shaker of salt”. What else but Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville.
As I live in Florida I can attest that Margaritaville is like the state song. Everyone knows, plays it, sings it, lives it and you hear it everywhere! Isn’t it amazing how Jimmy Buffet made a fortune based on a lifestyle of laid back drunkenness? 😊
Buffett wrote this song in Key West, Florida, after he finished a tour with his group, the Coral Reefer Band. They had just toured Texas, and Buffett spent some time drinking margaritas in a Mexican restaurant with a friend before going back to Key West. When he got there, he sat at the Old Anchor Inn watching gridlock on the roads – and used it as inspiration as he composed the song.
He recorded this song at Criteria Studios in Miami with producer Norbert Putnam. Buffett and Putnam met in Nashville, which is where each did most of their work. When Buffett asked Putnam to work on an album of songs about a carefree lifestyle by the water, Putnam told him that he needed to be near the water when recording it if he was going to pull it off, so Miami it was. Putnam said in Sound On Sound: “One day in the studio, he comes in and starts telling me about a day he had in Key West. He was coming home from a bar and he lost one of his flip-flops and he stepped on a beer can top and he couldn’t find the salt for his Margarita. He says he’s writing lyrics to it and I say ‘That’s a terrible idea for a song.’ He comes back in a few days later with ‘Wasted Away Again In Margaritaville’ and plays it and right then everyone knows it’s a hit song. Hell, it wasn’t a song – it was a movie.”
Regarding the success of this song, Buffett said: “I was lucky enough to get my thumb on the pulse beat of what people perceived the tropics to be.”
“Margaritaville” has come to symbolize a carefree Caribbean lifestyle – what some in Key West call “Keys disease.” For many, the only time they experience this way of living is on vacations or at Jimmy Buffett concerts. Buffett has a lot of fans who work very hard, make a lot of money, and use his music as an escape. Courtesy of Songfacts
Lyrics Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing Smell those shrimp they're beginnin' to boil Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my long lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's nobody's fault Don't know the reason Stayed here all season Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think hell it could be my fault I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top Cut my heel had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Wastin' away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's my own damn fault Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damn fault Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind