Tag: music

Prompt Day 22

vagabondprophet:

I lilt and sway

Just like Gord’s voice

When he sang Fiddlers Green,

Soundtrack for my life.

Sinclair drops the bass,

Fay crashes cymbals,

Paul and Robby plucking strings,

Like wizards to make waves

For the words to dance all over,

Like the wind in a storm,

A real nautical disaster.

Yer not the Ocean but the surface is green

And the dark interweaves

In a lonely iridescence,

It’s terribly deep and the cold is complete.

Just like the ocean.

Loving your country, playing songs of small town news,

I can teach my children about the nation

With rock and roll.

Canada divided into thirteen parts,

A discography of thirteen albums,

No coincidence.

The most honourable thing yet,

That you evolved to challenge a nation

Unknowingly flawed, abusive.

Adoring your home, but not calling it perfect

True patriotism, true love always seeks to improve.

That’s just what you did

You are ahead by a century.

Now Downie gone,

But his voice will ring out forever,

As he walks among the stars.

I still lilt and sway

Just like Gord’s voice

When he sang anything,

Soundtrack for my life.

– Vagabond Prophet

          – for ‘ The Tragically Hip’, quotes throughout this poem from their songs: Nautical Disaster, Yer not the Ocean, Fiddlers Green, Ahead by a Century, The Drop Off.

        – If you don’t know this band you should, He rhymes Catharsis with ‘My arse is’. If that’s not a clever lyricist I don’t know what is.

Can’t believe its been a whole year since we lost him.

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Hi everybody, so this is my first time posting my own song. I realize I need to practice especially my guitar work and I apologize for the lousy recording quality I am recording just using my smart phone. Comments are welcome and appreciated, feeling pretty terrified over here about doing this but comfort is the enemy of progress. Hope some folks like it.

– Vagabond Prophet

On Writing With Music

mildreflections:

There is something about music,

That calls upon words.

It plunges into our hearts,

Finding what we could never feel,

And puts them on our tongue,

So we can taste

The flavor of symphonies.

Every note conjures a scene,

Every beat breaths a thought.

Resonating in the deepest depths of our soul,

Forging stories we forgot.

And soon we are lost,

Our mind put to a trance.

Under the sparks of a billion neurons,

We watch as our words dance.

They come out and sway to the rhythm,

Surf the waves of trembling sound.

And I have now come to know,

When beauty begets beauty,

Even sullen works,

Seem to glow. 

                  – Mild Reflections

I love this, puts into words a lot of my feelings about the magic of music. Thanks for this.

Fortified

Always have song present

The melodies of beauty to usher you

Through the monotony of life,

Crescendos to hold you through lows,

Melancholy sounds to remind you

In joy, that this is not yet home.

Music has lulled me

Invigorated this spirit,

Fortified my bones

When milk no longer could.

Harmonies even curlier than my hair

Have spun my heartbreak into epiphany.

Reminding that he speaks through all

If you only have ears to hear.

Always have song present

To comfort you when bothered

To bother you when comfortable.

The most beautiful sounds making sadness

Pulling tears from your eyes

To stretch into harp strings.

Always have song present

When you’ve canoes with no oars

And tusks with no boars

Rhythms yet unknown

Will guide your feet to safety.

– Vagabond Prophet

Silent Radio

It’s not broken muted or otherwise malfunctioned

It’s just what I need at this particular junction,

My own mind deafening

Need some quiet to drown it out.

Words float by on the wind

Lullabies soar on a stream,

And serenades with night sky.

The cool air complains about

The chill off my bones

And the radio sits silently

Nodding it’s support

And I crank up the hush.

You need silence

Before you can make music

You need ugliness before you can

Clothe it exquisite.

You need a blank page

Before you can drown it

In a sea of swirling thoughts,

And I needed to fall

Before I knew I needed you to catch me.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “listening to a silent radio”

Prompt Day 22

I lilt and sway

Just like Gord’s voice

When he sang Fiddlers Green,

Soundtrack for my life.

Sinclair drops the bass,

Fay crashes cymbals,

Paul and Robby plucking strings,

Like wizards to make waves

For the words to dance all over,

Like the wind in a storm,

A real nautical disaster.

Yer not the Ocean but the surface is green

And the dark interweaves

In a lonely iridescence,

It’s terribly deep and the cold is complete.

Just like the ocean.

Loving your country, playing songs of small town news,

I can teach my children about the nation

With rock and roll.

Canada divided into thirteen parts,

A discography of thirteen albums,

No coincidence.

The most honourable thing yet,

That you evolved to challenge a nation

Unknowingly flawed, abusive.

Adoring your home, but not calling it perfect

True patriotism, true love always seeks to improve.

That’s just what you did

You are ahead by a century.

Now Downie gone,

But his voice will ring out forever,

As he walks among the stars.

I still lilt and sway

Just like Gord’s voice

When he sang anything,

Soundtrack for my life.

– Vagabond Prophet

          – for ‘ The Tragically Hip’, quotes throughout this poem from their songs: Nautical Disaster, Yer not the Ocean, Fiddlers Green, Ahead by a Century, The Drop Off.

        – If you don’t know this band you should, He rhymes Catharsis with ‘My arse is’. If that’s not a clever lyricist I don’t know what is.

Music and Marriage

The snare drum and bass drum

Married by song

Joined in their work

But separated by a few beats.

They need that time apart

To carry the music

Oh! To play in the same moment

Would lose something of themselves.

To be united and together

Though separate and unique

That’s true marriage

For the conductor knows best.

– Vagabond Prophet

Back to Pulp


Pfft tss Pfft tss tss

Pfft tss Khh Pfft tss Khh

Beatboxing onto paper,

Ink instead of sticks

Pages instead of cymbals.

A drummer with no skins to beat

So I’ll beat the paper back to pulp

And shape it into sticks

Just you wait and see.

Bmm Bmm bmmmm 

Sts bsst bsst bmphh.

– Vagabond Prophet

Spotlight

Sticks beating drums

Under dim light,

Red finish on the shells

Glint of cymbals.

Strings being strummed

Chords being plucked,

Melodies sung

Stories told.

I enjoyed it so,

Moving the air

And it moving people.

Most of all I loved

People enjoying

Something of my creation

And always asking for more.

– Vagabond Prophet