Haiku Fragrant night Jasmine With its pretty white flowers Exotic beauty Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Haiku Rain showers falling Feeding and nurturing earth back to its beauty Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sunday evenings without fail the drum circle assembles on the beach and to the setting sun its worshippers do hail On the sand they dance in a circle of frenzy Banging on their drums Chanting to the music Mesmerized and welcoming anyone who comes Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Mish is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets and has prompted us with the word Drum A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title The Drum Circle is a weekly event year-round on Siesta Key Beach, Sarasota, FL
Haiku Cloud cover is dense and the air hangs heavily Oppressing and thick Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Senryu The sun is absent since you left your shadow Rendering darkness Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
When I read this week’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday, hosted by Jim Adams, this song came to mind. In recent week’s these great men, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King and John F. Kennedy, have been part of my conversations with family and friends. It is times such as these where we long for strong leadership to unite us, not divide us, and help with our pain, anger and frustration. I love this version of the song by Marvin Gate and hope you do too.
I found a wonderful article from the New York Times from 2018, titled “How Robert Kennedy inspired Abraham, Martin and John. By David Margolick. Mr. Margolick is the author of “The Promise and the Dream: The Untold Story of Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert F. Kennedy.”
In the time-honored tradition of songwriters everywhere, Dick Holler was peddling his wares that day in September 1968, carrying a stack of 45’s of his latest composition, so new that he had only just listened to it himself, on WABB, the principal Top-40 station in Mobile, Ala.
The performer on the record was Dion, better known for pop standards like “The Wanderer” and ”Runaround Sue” than for anything political. The song was called “Abraham, Martin and John.” A grieving Mr. Holler had dashed it off three months earlier, in the hours between the time Senator Robert F. Kennedy was shot early on the morning of June 5 and the time he died a day later.
But playing it for the station’s program director, he was horrified by what he heard. Influenced by Bob Dylan, he thought, Dion had mumbled the lyrics, unthinkable for a “message” song linking the murders of Abraham Lincoln, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and the two Kennedys. “This is a great track, man, but you can’t understand the lyrics!” he told Phil Gernhard, who had produced the record. Too late for a retake, Mr. Gernhard replied: The record was already being played and seemed poised to make the charts.
In fact, its lyrics were almost secondary. So deep was the pain from three devastating assassinations in five years that America craved some music to mourn by. “Abraham, Martin and John” was less song than balm. (Though Robert Kennedy isn’t mentioned in the title, he gets equal billing in the song: Mr. Holler devoted the final stanza to him, ending the song by describing him ‘walking over the hill’ with the other three men.)
Boosted by Dion’s appearance a month later on “The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour,” sales of the record really took off. Sometimes there are “perfect records in this world,” Dion (full name: Dion DiMucci) told me, and this one was “miraculous,” propping him up and keeping him on his feet after a long bout with drug addiction as well as giving him another hit. “What a song — come out of heaven or something,” he said.
In the years since, an astonishing array of artists — including Ray Charles, Andy Williams, Marvin Gaye, Kenny Rogers, Whitney Houston, Eartha Kitt, Jerry Vale, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, the Brothers Four, Mahalia Jackson and Moms Mabley — have either performed or recorded “Abraham, Martin and John.”
One was Bob Dylan. When in a duet with the gospel singer Clydie King he sang, “Has anybody here seen my old friend Bobby? Can you tell me where he’s gone?” during his “born again” phase of the late 1970s and early 1980s, critics groused that he could have been referring to himself. In London a month later, fans assumed the “old friend John” for whom he also looked wasn’t Kennedy but Lennon, gunned down only eight months earlier. For Harry Belafonte, who also performed the song on occasion, singing the song was unusually personal: He knew three of the four men. You can read the entire article here
Lyrics Has anyone here seen my old friend Abraham? Can you tell me where he's gone? Oh, he freed a lot of people But it seems the good die young, yeah I just looked around and he was gone Has anyone here seen my old friend John? Can you tell me where he's gone? You know, he freed a lot of people But it seems the good die young, yeah I just looked around and he was gone Has anybody here seen my old friend Martin? Can you tell me where he's gone? He freed a lot of people But it seems the good die young, yeah I just looked around and he was gone Has anybody here seen my friend Bobby? Can you tell me where he's gone? You know, he freed a lot of people But the good, they die young, yeah I just looked around and he was gone
Complicated and challenging this love we share Testing patience Pushing limits Tender and sweet With soft touch and thoughtful gesture Kind words in tandem with welcome strength A shoulder to lean on Arms to wrap and protect Comfort and soothe Cognizant of each other’s needs But storms brew Rumbling thunder, electric lightning and so the bear roars Tempers flare and nails claw Words of anger fly from bruised throats Wounded hearts cry in the wilderness Tears fill the chasm with a river, unnavigable Somewhere lies the key that can unlock a hardened heart and begin to release the love Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © In response to Sue Vincent’s Weekly Write/Photo Word Prompts Begin - Word of the Day Wilderness - RDP Cognizant - FOWC Nail - Stream of Consciousness
Senryu Nagging thoughts linger Should things have been different? Time will be telling Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Senryu You’re oblivious This familiarity is breeding contempt Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
That moment when the smile seems to never stop and the heart is full of complete joy As you lay breathless and spent It is then you know it was worth the risk The feelings will not last but caution is already thrown to the wind You will ride the high of euphoria grasping at the gossamer wings of dragonflies Wishing that maybe this time the ecstasy will continue You know the gamble will not pay off and you will crash and burn all the way back to earth But it will be worth the price Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets Word Prompts Risk – FOWC Joy – Word of the Day