When I was young I’d look at the stars I’d silence my tounge But, I’d hum the bars With every song In your repertoir You can’t go wrong With a Neil Diamond memoir Sweet Caroline Or Song Sung Blue Under a shady pine Or the sunset’s orange hue When I’m living each day Or resting at night Every word you say Makes life feel so right I love to share…
Though the ages sigh Of time gone by Riding upon the mists That dwells on every tree Bearded stranger strong and free How would I know you;d fly with me? Hoofs and mane and glint of mail Swishing of the stallions tail I see you now with quill sword and lance And together we will Sabre Dance!
Neil Diamond, the boy, the man. Tell me what’s behind those incredible eyes, only you can. As I look through the photographs of now and years gone past. There are so many questions I would like to ask. From the music and lyrics the eyes tell a separate story. Some happy, some sad, sometimes a shadowed mystery. The eyes that speak volumes without a spoken word. With a subtle wisdom…
This is the first poem I wrote about Neil and how I came to be fan.. NEIL Way back in the early 70’s, the Beatles were riding high, Rockin’ Elvis was still ‘The King’, and Cliff was making us sigh. The Big ‘O’ had such a wonderful range, the Beach Boys were surfing a wave, Ricky Nelson was a ‘Travellin’ Man’, and Bob Dylan didn’t shave!! And then the radio…
There’s a cresendo of music, as a song begins, and then there is that grin. And you know a fantastic concert is about to begin. You listen as the music sweeps you along. Your sure this is where you belong. The songs you know every word too. No way could anyone here be blue. And that voice owns a world all its own. It’s during the pause you hear the…
WISHING ON TIMES AND POETRY RHYMES WAITING ALWAYS STILL WONDERING IF WHERE YOU ARE YOU’RE WRITING YOUR SONGS AT WILL TAKING THE TIME TO GIVE US RHYMES AND MUSIC TO FOLLOW ALONG CAN MAKE THE MAGIC OH SO NEAT WHEN YOU WRITE FOR US YOUR SONGS NEW ONES TEMPTING A LONG LOST SOUL AND YOU HAVE THE POWER TO GIVE TO TAKE AHOLD AND NOT LET GO YOU GIVE US…
You called yourself a Solitary Man Did things work the way that you planned? You paddled your way With that boat that you row And you barely could keep it afloat! And I have been following The chapters in your book One outlines a dream and a girl. And I knew you would find a girl With your looks She pretended to give But she took, took, took! You finally…
Once in time I planned to be An artist of celebrity. A song I thought I’d write someday, and all would love me and homage pay. I longed to write a noted book, But what I did?-I learned to look For life amazes me each day With simple gestures full of play For when these simple things are filled I have done, not what I willed And when I see…
ANOTHER ONE DONE AND GONE WITH TIME SO MUCH HAS CHANGED FOR ME I FIND THE FIRST ONE IT AMAZES ME STILL BUT THE SECOND ONE OH I NEVER WILL FORGET HOW NEAT IT WAS TO SEE YOU STANDING THERE SO CLOSE TO ME YOUR SONGS HAD MORE POWER THIS TIME YOU SEE AS I WATCHED AND LISTENED AND HOPED FOR ‘BE’ BUT ‘BE’ NEVER CAME AND THAT’S OKAY BECAUSE…